Their hearts pounded as fingers twined beneath supple wintry sheets. Fire erupted across Kagami's flesh, a rich pool of warmth gathering deep in his stomach. Tender touches, lips that met and arched and trilled in pitch.
Ridiculous, this has to be a dream...
He shook his head, scattering sweat; sweat that was so familiar on the court yet so strangely alien, so disturbing here in the dark where the athlete had hardly done anything more strenuous than breathe.
Perhaps it was the second boy with him that made his heart pulse so quickly and his blood burn.
Why... Why is it Kuroko...?
Hands traveled, gliding against stomach and muscle chiseled by hours of labor on the court, created by the shifting of sure strides and the fervor of battle lust. The smaller boy's sighs were nearly silent as his face pressed deeper into the soft press of the mattress beneath the two. Kagami couldn't see past those blue, blue eyes looking back up into his, then a tiny smirk that was so unlike Kuroko that Kagami thrust himself back and away, into the dark where nothing existed but reaching, shadow-y hands.
"I'm you're shadow Kagami, just a shadow to a great player, nothing more."
And Kagami fell deeper and deeper into the realms of nightmares.
