A/N: I never write Mpreg before so I'm going to give it a try. So, a little warning if you hate mpreg. Kay~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Story: Look at what I've made!
Chapter 1: A one night stand mistake
The cold air graced his hands in the middle of the winter night. Equipped with only his lime green winter hoodie, Furihata wandered the tarred road alone, basked in just the city lights. The streets were empty from any soul, the air was eerie and empty but he braved the street like it was nothing. What was he doing outside in the cold night, you asked? He was going home (no worries there) after spending his last bit of his allowance at the gambling center. He was only a twenty-one years old undergraduate, second year in University and yet he carelessly spent his money like it was water but Furihata couldn't stop his gambling habit. He tried to minimize it so that he won't be starved. Today however, he did the most stupid thing by emptying his pocket to a barren state because the girl he had been dating cheated on him and broke it off for another guy.
"Stupid woman. Am I not good enough?" Furihata tilted his chin up morosely. What was he going to eat tomorrow? Leaves? Sticks? Pebbles? Furihata knew, knew, knew he'd have to turn to the only people he could rely on – his next door neighbor and his lover, Kuroko and Kagami. The three of them had graduated from the same high school and Kuroko had chosen the same university he was going to in Osaka while Kagami was attending Kobe International College. It was also by fate that they ended up living next door to Furihata. The area where he lived was strategic for students since it was close to university. Rent wasn't expensive and the groceries were tagged cheaply too.
Thus, his savior from starvation was Kuroko.
The next day, he knocked on Kuroko's door and Kuroko gave him a simple 'good morning' with messy bed hair. Furihata grinned toothily together with his nervous laughter. Kuroko knowingly looked at him and sighed, ensuing that sigh with an invitation to come in. Kagami walked into the living room with just a towel on, asking, "Who is it?"
When he saw Furihata sitting in the room with the familiar grin he'd put on whenever he felt guilty, Kagami shook his head. "Again?"
"Hehehe, I'm sorry but I'm in your care now", Furihata nodded shyly.
"Huh, so you're going to be hitching on Kuroko's bike for a while then. And you have two weeks left before your next allowance", Kagami stated as a matter-of- fact. Kuroko came back with a plate of freshly baked cookies and a tall glass of milk, setting it in front of his troubled friend.
"Do you want to talk about the cause and reason?" asked Kuroko after he was comfortably seated next to Furihata.
"I got dumped by the girl I dated?" Furihata nervously answered. He received a harsh punch on his shoulder next, yelping more in shock at the sudden contact.
"Are you an idiot?" Kagami scolded angrily. "She's not supposed to be the reason for your death! There are other girls around. Find another one if you lose one".
"Kagami-kun is right, Furihata-kun. Managing your student's finance is very important. Please don't gamble when your pocket is shallow", Kuroko said. Furihata took a cookie and nibbled quietly. The couples were aware of his gambling habit and they tried to put a stop to it but Furihata ran on his emotional gear. Whenever he was down, he hit the gambling center without a second thought.
"Y'know", Kagami broke free from the silence, "If you have no luck with the ladies, why don't you try to date a gentleman?"
Furihata stared at him with a 'Are you serious?' face.
"Absolutely not", he answered immediately. "I am straight to begin with", he added to the statement, reminding them that his sexuality would never sway.
"It is just a suggestion, Furihata-kun. Please don't be offended", said Kuroko.
"No, I understand", the said boy grabbed another cookies. He stayed over, watching some broadcast of NBA games, having a fulfilling lunch with Kagami and Kuroko afterwards. Around noon, Kuroko received a call from a friend. The boy had gone to the kitchen to talk while the other two just continued doing their own activities. When Kuroko came back, he had a grim face on, glancing at Furihata once then at Kagami.
"Akashi-kun is visiting Osaka. He planned to stay for a week but we have no room for him here…" Kuroko said.
"Can't he just get himself a hotel room or something?" Kagami asked, irritated.
"The hotels are fully booked for the season. Hm… Furihata-kun", he looked at the nervous young adult.
"Yes?" Furihata squeaked. He didn't like where this conversation was going. Nope, not at all.
"Can you let Akashi stays with you for a week?" And Kuroko used his guilt trap on him – a silent reminder how they were going to be the one supporting his survival for the next two weeks. Furihata couldn't refuse the request. Reluctantly, he agreed to the arrangement with Furihata on the losing side and Kuroko on the winning side. Kagami was happy too since he didn't have to share the same space with a demonic being.
"Make sure to clean your place", Kuroko said, swishing his hand around, "We'll provide you the cleaning agents".
"Eh…" was all Furihata could make out from his newly aroused situation.
When Furihata first saw Akashi in the tournament, his impression of Akashi was that of a fierce animal. He (Furihata) was a small being compared to Akashi, like a mouse to a cat. The only memory he remembered of the said person was his fear of him. If the Rakuzan Emperor Akashi was a fierce animal that resided in his memory's forest, the Akashi Seijuurou standing in front of him was that of a beast but a majestic one. Something close to a Godzilla? Yes, that must be it.
Right now, he'd do a dogeza and prayed to Akashi if he had too. He didn't just feel fear (there would still be a slim hope of trauma recovery if that was the case). With the current Akashi, whose height combatable to Hyuuga Junpei's own , he instilled permanent nightmare in Furihata's mind. Furihata had grown some too, to where Akashi was, a mere 173 cm while Akashi towered at 179 cm like a… a mini Godzilla.
Akashi (the Godzilla) was well-dressed; a Khaki pants hand tailored by Mr. Armani (a joke really since he didn't even know the brand of the pants Akashi was wearing) and ocean blue Polo T-shirt, his shoes polished to shine like the owner and when he took off the shoes to enter the place he would stay for a week, Furihata was sure he saw the Louis Vuitton emblem near the ankle area of the black socks. Furihata whined in his head. Just how rich is this guy anyway?
"You have an exceptional place", Akashi said calmly. Too calmly. Furihata didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Eh… Right. It's just a small studio apartment though", Furihata mumbled humbly. The brunet haired young man was sweating bullet but he showed Akashi the double bed where he had given his guest the privilege to sleep on. Akashi nodded and picked up the bag he had left at the entryway, carrying it to the bed.
"May I use the wardrobe? I would like to hang some of my clothes", asked Akashi politely.
"Y-Yeah, sure", said Furihata. Kuroko had made him transferred most of his clothes to their (Kagami and Kuroko) store room. The reasoning was to allow Akashi to hang his clothes; Kuroko expected Akashi to bring clothes for whatever event he had to attend in Osaka. What he had heard from Kuroko was Akashi was going to attend some sort of Biotechnology seminar to present a thesis about… heterogamous for his PhD (at the age of twenty-one)… Some shit like that. He had no idea what the topic was about but Kuroko looked hopeful when he spoke of Akashi's presentation. Even Kagami had the same ray radiating from his face when Kuroko was explaining to Furihata about Akashi's visit. It must have been an important thesis for them…
Akashi unloaded his baggage. It was painful for Furihata to watch Gucci, Levis and Polo Shirts of branded chains being kept in his wardrobe when they didn't even belong to him. He had no such money to own expensive clothes and the most expensive thing he had ever own was a worn out pair of Adidas basketball shoes from five years ago. Seeing Akashi owning more than one branded items made him itched with anxiety since that meant Akashi was used to five-star treatment that a commoner like him couldn't provide.
"Thank you for having me in your home, Kouki", said Akashi, expressing his gratitude monotonously. Furihata wanted to weep when Akashi called him on a first name basis. Their status must have been like the sea and the mountain for Akashi to immediately use his first name.
"W-Well, you're… you're welcome, Akashi-san", Furihata stuttered.
"You may remove me from your vicinity if my presence becomes overbearing for you. Anytime", Akashi added as an afterthought. Furihata gulped – no, he didn't even dare to kick Akashi out anytime because he was too intimidating and Furihata had a weak heart. Be as overbearing as you want! He shouted in his head.
Later that evening, they had dinner at Kuroko's place. Kagami, despite his resentment towards the Rakuzan Captain, had cooked delicious outlandish foreign food for the four of them. Furihata had forgotten about his worries for a while at the company of the food, chowing down like there was no tomorrow. They ended the night holding a drinking party with just the four of them – Akashi had even supplied the alcoholic drinks. Furihata had doused himself to the edge cans after cans and when he became too drunk, Kagami had carried the brunet boy to his apartment, leaving the said young man on the sofa that he had claimed as his territory for the week. Akashi locked the door once the couple was gone. Furihata, on the sofa, mumbled nonsense in his drowsy drunken state – he was not in the state to entertain his guest.
A smirk tugged on the red haired male's lips, his eyes glinting with indescribable excitement at the opportunity presented before his eyes. He rummaged his pocket to take out an injection syringe and a small bottle contained with blue liquid. He approached Furihata and kneeled next to him, grabbing the smaller male's wrist carefully. He filled the injection syringe with the blue liquid – all for the sake of experimenting, he'd risk the life of an unwilling another. He pierced the skin with the needle, forcing the liquid into Furihata's body.
"10. 30 pm, the serum is introduced into the subject's body. There is no immediate response from him. I will continue to watch the progress this week", the red haired male recorded his voice with his phone in the dark room with just the two of them.
When Furihata woke up the next morning, his body felt light. Thankfully, he didn't suffer the usual hangover he'd have when he drank beyond his limit. He moved around the hall, stretching his arms and neck, feeling refreshed from sleeping on the sofa. Then, he glanced over at the bed where Akashi was sleeping.
It was then when Furihata whiffed an alluring scent in the air but he couldn't put his finger on the source. He let the phenomenon go and cleaned himself up. After a quick shower, he walked to the kitchen to grab the cup noodle in the cabinet. Ten minutes later, he returned from the kitchen to the living room and almost dropped the noodle in surprise to see Akashi sitting on the sofa in deep thought.
"A-Akashi-san, good morning. How was your night?" asked Furihata, the continuous flow of his speech amazed him. Until last night, he was a wimp but now, he found confidence in every words even when the person he was talking to was Akashi.
"I had a good sleep. Thank you for your hospitality", Akashi answered politely. Furihata confidently sat next to Akashi while holding tight on the cup noodle.
"I had a good rest too. Are you hungry, Akashi-san? I can go to Kuroko's house to get something", Furihata offered.
"Some light snacks will do".
"Okay!" Furihata beamed. He went to the kitchen to keep his noodle aside. When Furihata was gone, Akashi took out his phone. He clicked on the device to record his voice.
"The subject is overwhelmed by positive emotions. An astounding difference from the subject's attitude on the first day of my visit".
"Kuroko, I'm hungry…." Furihata whined, his feet were hooked on the arm rest. Kuroko looked away from the book he was reading, an amused snort escaped him. Furihata had decided to spend his afternoon with Kuroko since Kagami had gone to his college to submit his assignment while Akashi had gone to his presentation meeting place.
"You just ate the cookies, Furihata-kun", said Kuroko evenly.
"I'm still hungry…"
"There are two slices of leftover apple pie in the refrigerator".
Furihata looked at him with puppy eyes. "Can I have both?"
"Yes, you may, Furihata-kun. You can have both".
"Thanks", Furihata rushed to the kitchen to grab the food. He ate the slices from the container while watching the game show. The new episode was funny, causing the brunet to laugh loudly with tears coming out at the corner of his eyes. When the show ended, Furihata changed the channel. His face flushed when a loud sound rumbled from his stomach. Kuroko looked up from his reading material.
"Eh… I'm hungry… again?" the brunet haired young man laughed nervously.
"We still have some leftover spaghetti from last night", Kuroko answered kindly with a small smile. If Furihata was hungry, there was no helping it. Kuroko really, really spoiled his friend too much.
On the fourth night, Akashi woke up when he heard painful whimpers filled the studio apartment. The red haired man climbed out from his bed to check on Furihata. The said host was rolling on his stomach, moaning in pain at times, his shirt drenched with sweat. Akashi shook Furihata's shoulder to get his attention. Furihata opened his eyes, tears running down, leaving trail marks on his cheeks.
"Akashi-san", he whimpered, "it's painful".
"Which part?" asked Akashi. Furihata tapped his lower abdomen and his nether region. "Both… Both are painful", he whined. Akashi's face flushed in the dark. Was this one of the effect of the serum? How should he handle a situation where Furihata was under the influence?
He was too lost in his thought that Furihata lose his patience. He pushed Akashi down to the floor, instantly attacking the red haired male's lips, overwhelmed by Akashi's scent flitting inside the studio apartment. Akashi's own sanity was shoved to the back of his head; he returned the kiss just as furious.
"Akashi-san, I need release", the brunet haired male whimpered. The pain had surged when he was attending lecture- he almost collapsed when he was walking to the clinic to see a doctor. He had taken a day medical leave from the university's clinic and had gone home while enduring the pain on the way back. In the evening, he was bothered by another wave of problem – he suddenly felt horny. It was too painful for him to move to find a girl for him to find release and yet he needed one. The urge wasn't normal either – his thought was muddled by extreme neediness that his skin felt burnt.
Akashi being there was a convenient setting. Right then, Furihata could care less about the gender; he needed to scratch the need right away or he would lose his mind.
Akashi grabbed a handful of his buttocks, squeezing it lightly. "Take it off", he said breathily. The brunet haired boy obeyed, unzipping his jeans and ridding it to the side. The other male ran his hand on Furihata's erected member sensually.
"Do you want me to touch this, Kouki?" Akashi looked at him with a smirk.
"Y-Yess… Ah, your hands… they're cold". Akashi slipped his hands inside Furihata's boxer, grabbing both the member and the balls, fondling and moving his hand on the shaft. Furihata almost bit his tongue when he felt a jolt travelled down his spine.
"A-Akashi-san, faster", the other demanded. Akashi increased his pace but Furihata showed no sign of releasing his load. The length throbbed in his hands painfully; Akashi gulped, temptation to touch Furihata more boarded his mind.
"Why… I'm not coming…" Furihata sobbed. Akashi gulped at the sight, switching their positions with a single flip. Their faces were so close to each other, lips almost touching. Furihata felt his heart thumped loudly against his rib cage, his own sexual urge scratching violently at the window of his mind.
"Maybe, you need something more than just a hand job", Akashi whispered suggestively. Furihata was sane enough to remember his 'straightness' but Akashi's seductive tone had sealed his decision to indulge in the moment against his stronghold belief.
"Akashi-san", Furihata whimpered, tugging the hem of Akashi's shirt to give him the permission. Until the pain and the perverted urge subsided, Furihata's reasoning was completely dulled that he had, in his fuzzy mind, allowed Akashi to do his worst. Akashi took off the other's boxer with one clean movement, his eyes ogling at the twitching hole. He inserted his first finger, searching for the prostate keenly. Sleeping with men wasn't a new territory to him. Over the years, he had experimented with a few men, doing dirty things like what he was doing to Furihata. As long as the sex was good, he had no complaint.
Furihata gasped when Akashi's finger brushed against his prostate, his toes jerking at the sensation. Akashi probed the second finger, making scissoring motion to stretch the hole wider. "Do you have oil?" The red haired male asked.
"In the drawer… hand cream…Ahn", Akashi chuckled at the broken string of sentence, pressing on the prostate once before standing up to grab the hand cream bottle. When he returned, he was greeted by the sight of Furihata pleasuring himself with his own fingers.
"N-Not enough…. Hngh", he whined sulkily. Akashi went over to the young adult, adding his own fingers into Furihata's hole. One of Furihata's finger was close to his pleasure spot- Akashi used his own finger to apply more force on the spot.
"N-Noo…. Ha… Too much", the brunet haired boy moaned. Akashi took out his finger and covered his hands with the hand cream. He prepared Furihata's entrance, in the meantime masturbating at the sight before him. The other boy shivered at the coldness. The fingers were then replaced with something bigger and longer, sending uncontrollable shivers throughout the smaller man's body. Furihata pushed himself upwards to get a better view of the object inserted into his hole, his eyes widening when he saw half of Akashi's member embedded inside him.
"Akashi-san, take it out. Take … ahhh", his demand was stopped short when the red haired man thrust into him.
"Too deep!" Furihata cried when Akashi filled him in to the hilt. "Deep… is good, Kouki", Akashi whispered, bucking his hips as he rammed wildly into Furihata. The boy underneath him couldn't focus his eyes as sparkles of white spaces entered his vision. His moan escaped his mouth at each hit, his brain melted to the pleasure. Akashi angled to where the prostate was and aimed for the spot repeatedly. His grin widened when Furihata couldn't stop the dripping of pre-cum from flowing out of his tips.
"I-I'm coming. Ahhh, Akashi-san", the smaller male cried. White fluid spilled onto his abdomen, his rectum wall clenching tightly around Akashi's member, milking the white fluid out from him. Akashi trembled after his climax while Furihata had fainted from the intensity. The red haired young man took out his member, lying on his back to catch his breath.
He fished for his phone in his pocket, his night track suit lowered to his knee. He pressed the red record button, saying, "The subject has fainted after being exposed to intense lustful emotion and pain".
He stopped the recording and grinned to himself in the dark, muttering, "That was great".
A week passed by in a blink of the eyes. Akashi said his farewell to Kagami, Kuroko and Furihata, his behavior changing from one person to another. With Kagami, a cold treatment was given- their relationship had always been a strained neck to neck one since high school. With Kuroko, he gave his appreciation speech, thanking Kuroko in every possible ways. When it was Furihata's turn to be thanked to, there was only silence. No resentment, no comfort, no apology. Just plain silence.
Furihata fidgeted in discomfort. There was nothing to exchange in between them at all. He had been avoiding Akashi after the night they had slept together, putting a blame on himself for starting something that could've been prevented. If only he had properly kept himself in check, he wouldn't have suffered awkwardness like now. They could've been friends for all he knew and he just blew the opportunity away with… sex.
"Thank you for having me over", Akashi said after a while. Furihata nodded, looking everywhere else but Akashi.
"I will take my leave", Akashi announced to the rest of the group.
"Take good care of yourself, Akashi-kun", said Kuroko. Akashi carried his luggage and headed for the awaiting car. When the car was out of his sight, Furihata sighed in regret. He felt a heavy heart but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Furihata put his hands in his pocket and looked up to the sky.
"I'll forget in due time. It's just a mistake", he said to himself.
