Warning: Implied top!Akashi and bottom!Aomine

"I still can't get over how short Akashi is…" Aomine mutters, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. From across the court, Akashi looks up and turns, his gaze penetrating through Aomine's eyes. To Aomine's horror, the feared red head leader starts up a stride towards him.

"Daiki." The name leaves Akashi's tongue with a twist of murderous intent – a direct contrast to the strained smile on his lips. "Do you have a problem with my… height?"

'Shit,' the thought fills up his mind, refusing to let him think of any possible ways to escape the upcoming slaughter. Aomine could feel beads of perspiration forming that were most certainly NOT from practice.

"Stay back after practice." The order weighed down on Aomine like a ton of rocks. He started to attempt to prepare himself mentally for what was to come next. What was Akashi going to do to him? Make him do extra practice? Withdraw him from the starting line-up? Suspend him from the club? It was just a comment about his height. A comment Akashi does not take kindly to.

The time came when practice ended and Aomine was left alone with Akashi. He stared at the impassive heterochromatic eyes the red head possessed and was overwhelmed with a sense of powerlessness. Aomine wasn't surprised when it resulted in his legs giving out and he fell to the ground.

"So, Daiki." Akashi's eyes flashed with something akin to anger and Aomine shuddered. He knew that he had made the leader angry. Akashi was not someone you wanted to piss off. "Do you have a problem with my height?"

Aomine shakes his head multiple times, backing away from the menace that was Akashi. However, Akashi kept up with him, taking steps towards him until he was backed against the bleachers. Then, Akashi leant down and whispered in Aomine's ear.

"It seems… I will have to teach you a lesson…" Akashi blew into Aomine's ear, not letting up on his assault as he nibbled on his ear lobe. By now, Aomine's expression had twisted into one of horror as he realised just what Akashi meant.

"W-what? No! Get off!" Aomine struggled to get Akashi off him, but that was easier said than done. In a flash, Akashi somehow had Aomine's hands pinned above him with him helplessly on the floor. Taking his chance, Akashi attacks Aomine's exposed neck, leaving bite marks that were sure to show tomorrow.

"You'd do good to be obedient and accept your punishment, Daiki." Indeed, that would perhaps be the smart choice for the Ace of the Generation of Miracles. However, Aomine Daiki was not the brightest person you could find. In fact, he barely scraped passing grades in his exams – often teetering on the edge of being pulled from the starting line-up.

And so, being rather dumb, Aomine ignored Akashi's "advice" (more like an order, really). He continued to struggle, but Akashi had the situation completely under his control. He sat on Aomine's body, one hand pinning both of Aomine's hands and his heterochromatic eyes fixed on his prey. His gaze trailed to the hickeys he had left all along Aomine's neck and a dangerous grin curved on his lips.

Then, Aomine barely managed to catch a gleam of metal before his uniform was lying on the ground in shredded pieces. He blinked dumbly because-

Where the FUCK did Akashi get those scissors? As slow as Aomine might be, his mind had finally started to grasp just what danger he was in – he was completely dominated by Akashi, who was in a horrible mood due to the comment about his height, and they were in the indoor basketball practice courts, after school and ECA hours. Yup, he was screwed in more ways than one.

While Aomine was caught in his thoughts, Akashi had resumed his attack down Aomine's toned chest. It was only when Aomine felt a hand tugging down his uniform pants that he snapped back to his senses.

"Oi! Akashi! Stop it! FUCK!" Aomine swears loudly when he feels Akashi sneak a hand into his boxers. His back jerks violently when he feels something stroke his member (male reproductive organ) lightly.

"FUCK YOU AKASHI LET ME GO!" Aomine yelled, thrashing around in Akashi's grip to no avail. Akashi merely smirked lightly at him as he leant down to whisper yet again in his ear:

"I believe I will be the one doing the fucking, Daiki."

(Written to spite C)