A/N: Extremely explicit content. Triggers. A rape fic no one asked for/ pours holy water on self

Kuroko wondered if there was a god. He hoped there wasn't, because if such a deity existed, he would have been too cruel. He wouldn't allow this to happen. Something so dirty. So disgustingly revolting.

Kuroko cursed him, whether he truly was real or not.

Late in the afternoon- along with the musky scent of spring- Kuroko was called to a teacher's classroom. Momoi pouted, Aomine shrugged. With a strained smile, Kuroko placed his hand atop the the girl's pink locks and patted good-natured. He gave a passing wave to the tall scowling man before walking back through the school gates.

The two never turned back as they began their trek home without their friend.

Kuroko walked down the dim hallways, feeling a trace of goosebumps run down his arms. He rubbed them precariously, feeling off put. What was wrong? What is wrong?

But he casted that chill aside, turning the corner to the distant section in the barren school. Office 121, owned by Ito-sensei. Kuroko hesitantly opened the door, calmly peaking in to see the middle-aged man leaning over his desk. The boy's nose scrunched as his senses were hit with a smell that didn't quite match up. The atmosphere was heavy, Kuroko wondered if the room had air conditioning.

"Um," he made his existence known as he shuffled into the room, uncertain, "you had called for me, Sensei?" The man jumped slightly, greasy hair bouncing. He's overweight and sweaty. Kuroko feels pity for him, blaming his unsightly appearance from the state of the room. With no windows and being so far off from the rest of the faculty, the teen could easily imagine how things fell apart around here.

"Ah, hello Kuroko-kun. Your low presence has surprised me once again." The man's voice is low, disconnected. Kuroko's eyes trailed down to his moist hands. "Yes. I wanted to discuss a few things with you."

Sweat? "Discuss... About my grades? I have been keeping them up-"

"I'm aware Kuroko-kun." A unsettling air filled the silence. He feels on edge, Kuroko felt on edge. Taking an instinctive step back toward the door, his icy eyes darted around the enclosed space. Observations become painfully obvious- stains on the walls- scratch marks against the desk- was that a video camera? Why was there a video camera?

"I-"

Ito pushed himself up, wiping his wet hand on his suit- his disheveled suit. Kuroko reached behind him and felt the satisfaction of the cool door handle. "Tch, tch, Kuroko-kun? Why do you feel like leaving already? I haven't even begun talking." In one motion, Ito grabbed a remote off the top of his- filthy- desk. Every part of Kuroko's body was screaming at him to run, leave, but his vision shifted to the left. A screen in the back flickered on, static taking over, before soft, sweet moans resounded around the office.

A picture- no video appeared in place of the buzzing static. Two bodies melding into one. A private moment as video Kuroko climaxes below the voracious figure of his significant other. The moment ends with a wild scream from video Kuroko and a low groan from video Akashi. White cum leaked, obvious even with the low quality screen.

The present Kuroko couldn't tear his eyes away. His breath hitched in his throat. Pale fingers went limp as they loosened from the silver door handle. Ito grinned, happy with the development. "You have a lovely voice, Kuroko-kun."

He felt sick.

With horror-stricken orbs, the shaken teen looked to his teacher. "What... How-"

"Kuroko-kun." The man purred, sending terrible chills through his bones. "I know things. Things that could hurt a lot of people." With darkened eyes, Ito raised his head and look down upon the blue-haired male. His mouth was upturned in an odd way. "You're very pretty when you're in the heat of the moment." Suddenly, a meaty hand reached and grabbed Kuroko's cheeks, dragging him closer to his teacher. His widened pupils were aligned with dark, squinted orbs. "Very pretty now too."

"S-Stop it-"

"What do you think will happen-"

"Stop-"

"-if word gets out that-"

"Please-"

"-Akashi Seijuurou, pristine heir of the Akashi family-"

Kuroko wheezed, squirming in the disgusting grip.

"-fucks one of his male classmates senselessly almost every single night." The expression on Ito's face was morphed into twisted looks of lust and pleasure. Sickening. "What would happen if that got out, Kuroko-kun?"

"Sensei." Kuroko breathed, tears threatening. Finally, the man let go, allowing the teen to fall onto the hard floor. On his hands in knees like a dog, Kuroko can only look up at the overweight teacher with a terrified expression. He heard clinking of metal against metal. It echoes in his ears.

"Kuroko-kun."

He's not stupid. He doesn't want this-

The sound finally stops as the belt was swept out of the loops and onto the desk. Fabric shuffled against wet skin as Ito's pants and undergarments dropped, mere centimeters from Kuroko's hands.

-but Akashi. What would happen if word got out?

Scandalous words.

"Touch me."

What would happen?

He was already hard. And wet. Stains on the wall, stains on his hands. That wasn't sweat, was it? Kuroko stared at the pulsating cock, visibly shivering. This isn't what he wants. This isn't...

"Kuroko-kun. Go ahead." Ito leans back onto his desk, tossing the tv remote up and down. Teasing, prompting. Forcing. "Touch me."

Shamefully, the teen inched closer and closer. This isn't right. I can go to the police. He would be locked up. I don't have to do this. Kuroko's face is flushed, eyes widened like a frighten animal. Because that's all he is. I don't have to do this.

Slowly, shaking, scared, he grabbed the revolting penis, hand around the base. He turned away as he moved up and down, feeling the hot liquid, feeling the rancid skin. I don't have to do this.

"Good boy, Kuroko-kun." Ito's voice is shaky, wracked with ecstasy. "Faster. More."

He doesn't have to do this.

Kuroko took three showers. He's doing nothing but scrubbing his hands. Washing his face. Rubbing his eyes.

I have to do this. For Akashi-kun's sake. For Akashi, because no matter what, no matter how, those facts would get out to the public. No amount of money could stop it, it was prime evidence in the case. Akashi's reputation, his entire life would crumble before him.

Turning off the water, he felt dissonance from the world, still wiping his hands with the towel. Drying off, but still feeling wrong, he climbed into his bed. Their bed. Akashi and Kuroko's bed. In their apartment. They owned together. And he stayed there for an hour. Two hours. Three hours. Until he got up.

Walking around the room, he examined the wall, bookshelves, anything and everything. He scoured and scoured until his eyes find a small chip in the corner of the room. His eyes stared back at the miniature lens, focusing and refocusing.

Ito was watching.

It was just sound now. 4:00 p.m. Office 121. Everything would just turn into sound then. The goodbye from his friends. The call back from Ito. The undoing of his belt. The rustling from his pants. The fervent breaths and moans from his mouth. The gurgling from his own throat as the horrid dick is shoved past his lips. The voices in his head telling him over and over, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is-

Shut up. He knows this is wrong.

But for Akashi. For his Akashi-

-he is pushed onto the desk. Kuroko is drowning as tears well up. He can't breathe. "No- please- you can't-"

But he does. His jacket is undone, his shirt is unbuttoned. In a swift movement, Ito has his the top half or his body exposed. His tongue is running along his bare chest, along his nipples. Kuroko flinches, arching his back, squeezing his eyes shut. A strangled sob escapes his mouth before a cum smelling hand covers it. He did it before Kuroko came. The sick bastard actually was masturbating before Kuroko even stepped foot in this forsaken place. He gagged.

The tight room was heating up. Kuroko's knees were hanging off the desk, in between Ito's naked cock. They were shaking. Everything was shaking.

"Kuroko-kun is so soft."

No commentary please. He couldn't handle it.

"So pale, so warm."

The shaking becomes violent as his blue eyes cried.

"So pretty."

His head was getting lower and lower. Finally, Ito removed his hand, only to have it fumble with Kuroko's pants. Kuroko screamed. In an untamed fit, he kicked and threw his arms around. But Ito was stronger, using his size to his advantage. He pinned the small teen down. An amused smile never left his face. "No one's here. No one can hear you."

Kuroko faltered, weeping and hiccuping. He covered his face with his arms as he felt musky air hit his legs. Then his privates. His underwear and pants were thrown to the side along with the last of his dignity and self-respect. Filthy dog. That's all that's left.

A jolt was sent through his body. Ito wrapped his moist hands around Kuroko's cock, not holding back as he rubbed it up and down. Kuroko choked, eyes dilated and empty. His body squirmed from side to side.

What is this? Get it off. I don't like it. So gross, so unpleasant! Make it stop!

The movements became faster, more erratic. Kuroko gasped, disgusted that he grew an erection from his teacher's work. Faster and faster, do it faster. High moans filled the office. Kuroko's head rolled back, his arms were on the desk creating new scratch marks besides the old ones. His gaze spoted a little red light. His face was reflected in the camera lens above him.

You repulsive trash.

He closed his eyes, and he released.