To Taste Temptation
Summary: Kuroko inadvertently summons an Incubus called Akashi. He does his best to let him down gently.
Kuroko felt his back stiffen, fingers spasming around the pen in his hands as arms draped over his shoulders, an adventurous hand plucking at the edge of his button-up shirt.
"Akashi-kun," Kuroko said slowly. "I'm attempting to work. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"It's not what you can get for me, Tetsuya, it's what I can get for you. Anything you could possibly desire." Akashi's inquisitive fingers dove into the gaps between the buttons of Kuroko's shirt, and Kuroko promptly slapped down, flattening Akashi's hand to his chest but not allowing it to move any further.
"What I want," Kuroko began, voice soft. "Is for you to go away."
"Oh, that's not how it works, Tetsu-dear," Akashi pressed his mouth to the shell of Kuroko's ear. "I can get you anything you like, so long as it gives you pleasure."
"Having you gone would give me pleasure you absolute ingrate," Kuroko muttered, lifting his free hand to try and continue writing even as Akashi mouthed at his jawline.
"Nice try, but not quite," Akashi purred back, the hand not trapped easing Kuroko's head up and to the side so he had more room to work on Kuroko's neck. He counted it as a win when Kuroko's breath hitched and the hand on his trembled.
"All you've got to do is ask," he whispered at the sensitive spot under Kuroko's jaw, and was nearly thrown off balance when Kuroko shot to his feet, pen still gripped between tight fingers. Kuroko was slightly flushed, free hand shaking intermittently and he blurted out, suddenly and unexpectedly,
"Vanilla milkshake."
"Yes?" Akashi couldn't help but sound confused, and skated a half step back when Kuroko whirled to face him, jabbing the pen in his direction enthusiastically.
"You can get me a vanilla milkshake. They're my favourite. That'll consolidate the deal, right?"
"A milkshake." Akashi let the displeasure show on his face. "I'm offering you the time of your life, with me nonetheless, and you would rather a vanilla milkshake than…than me?"
Kuroko scratched behind his ear absently and shrugged a shoulder.
"Vanilla is my favourite," he muttered defensively. "I don't like anything else quite as much."
"Not even sex?" Akashi sounded incredulous.
"I find it hard to believe you hard of hearing, Akashi-kun. And don't say that, it's…crude and distasteful."
"W-What? The word sex?"
"That's exactly the one," Kuroko replied primly. "I know what I want. You know what I want. If you could please go and get it, this whole ridiculous farce can end. It's been five days and you're still insistent – I'm giving you what you want. A purpose so you can leave."
"No one has ever – ever asked me for something as trivial as a milkshake."
Kuroko crossed his arms firmly. "It's what I'm asking for. Now please, go and get it."
Akashi narrowed his eyes, mouth angrily pursing before he disappeared from in front of Kuroko's eyes. Not a moment later was he back, shoving a takeaway cup into Kuroko's expectant hands, the plastic straw already in place.
Kuroko took an experimental sip and then gave Akashi a cordial smile.
"Your work is done. Thank you for everything, Akashi-kun."
"I'm not leaving – "
"Your work is done," Kuroko repeated loudly over him and Akashi just kept on speaking.
" – until I know why you don't want to sleep with me. Everybody wants to sleep with me. Is it because of the masculine form? I can be a woman. I can be older, I can be younger. I can be whatever you want and you still don't want to sleep with me!"
Kuroko passively sipped at his milkshake as Akashi complained and had his little tantrum. By the time Akashi had finished he was breathing heavily, composure flushed and shoulders heaving.
"Has it ever occurred to you, Akashi-kun," Kuroko began slowly, "That sex holds no interest to me?"
"I – " and for once in his vast life, Akashi seemed to have been rendered silent.
"Have you really never met another person who has an aversion to sex?" Kuroko tilted his head in question, holding the milkshake back up to his mouth as Akashi seemed to process.
Akashi pressed the fingers of his hand to his mouth absently in thought before replying, "I don't believe I have, Tetsuya. You truly hold no attraction to me?"
Kuroko resolutely looked down the side, chewing on his straw, his head tilted to hide his face.
Akashi still saw his ears turn red.
"Aesthetically, you're very pleasing," Kuroko allowed. "And you're charming, witty, and know how to hold an intelligent conversation longer than Kagami-kun. When you weren't trying to solicit me into questionable activities, your personality was pleasant too. You're a-attractive, Akashi-kun. I just wouldn't sleep with you because of my own personal preference. In this case, it is quite literally 'me and not you'. I'm sorry I'm incapable of giving you what you want, but perhaps you'll have better luck with the poor unfortunate soul who accidentally summons you in their kitchen?"
Kuroko lifted his head slightly, to see if he had offended Akashi in anyway – wondering if a demon could get offended, that is – and took a startled step back to see Akashi so close.
"If I were to kiss you right now, would that make you uncomfortable?" Akashi asked, and Kuroko swallowed against a suddenly dry mouth at the look in Akashi's eyes. "If wanted to touch your face, your hands, your arms, would that make you uncomfortable?"
Kuroko licked his lips and watched as Akashi's pupils dilated until there was just a ring of red to his eyes.
"I'm only put off by sexual activities, Akashi-kun. So long as there is no heavy petting below waist, either mine or my partners, I'm not against it."
"Good." Akashi breathed before closing his fingers around Kuroko's waist and guiding him to the desk, mouthing at Kuroko's bottom lip and pressing his thumbs into supple skin before sliding a hand up to cup the back of Kuroko's head.
"Akashi-kun," Kuroko breathed out as Akashi moved to suck a dark mark into Kuroko's neck. "I – I thought you had to leave as soon as y-you'd fulfilled your purpose."
"My purpose is my own, Tetsuya." Akashi swiped his tongue over the bruise he'd left behind. "If I don't want to leave, I won't."
"You liar," Kuroko murmured, clasping his hands together loosely at the back of Akashi's neck to him in for a chaste brush of lips. "And I'm to believe you're going to be satisfied with kisses and cuddles?"
"You're going to believe that just you are enough to satisfy me. A curious little thing wrapped in a cute little package, of course I'm going to try and unravel you."
"Even without sex?" Kuroko asked suspiciously and Akashi grinned suddenly, wide, sharp and a little scary. It widened when he presumably heard how Kuroko's heartbeat staggered up by a few beats.
"Don't worry, Tet-su-ya. I am perfectly capable of being domestic."
Hello all! A while ago, during a chapter of 'First Foot In The Door' I had a small quiz sort of thing - the first three people to guess who my fave Kuroko pair was (AoKuro) would get a little fic written for them! And, first up, is Coolio101 who was the first to guess correctly.
This is unbeta'd, so hopefully no major mistakes! Hope you enjoy it!