I own nothing.

"Aren't you going to help me in stopping my… obsession?"

Kuroko watched as Akashi frowned. "You don't like the word."

"No," the redhead admitted. "The extent of my… fixation with him is more than just an obsession. Obsession—that's a child play. Like a boy with a loupe, burning every ant that he sees."

"You said it was possessiveness, the last time."

"Well, I am only human," said Akashi dismissively. "I am changeable. But tell me, Kuroko-sensei, are you planning to stop my-?" Akashi made a gesture in the air to indicate the word he failed to find.

Kuroko leaned back on his armchair, making himself comfortable. Akashi was distracted today. It was easier to observe him when he didn't observe you in return. "The point of my therapy is to help you knowing yourself. Do you feel like you understand yourself more?"

"I do," agreed Akashi, looking somewhere far away. "It surprises me that I'm feeling so… much towards my lover."

"Speaking it out loud makes it more real."

"Yes," and out of sudden Akashi turned his head towards his therapist, eyes piercing. A smirk played in one corner of his lips. "Do you have a lover, Kuroko-sensei?"

This was where it got tricky. If Akashi were other patients, Kuroko would have answered it without much thought. But the redhead always had something up his sleeves. Most of the times Kuroko didn't want to know what it was.

"Yes." Kuroko answered warily.

"Tell me, does he treat you right?"

Tricky, tricky. Should Akashi get an answer that he wanted, or an honest one? Which answer will save him from being swallowed whole?

"He... ruins me."

Akashi smiled, like that was the answer he expected all along. "In a good way, I hope."

"What do you think?"

"I think," Akashi began, refusing to play the game, "that it is unfair that Sensei knows so much about me yet I don't know much about him."

Liar, liar. Kuroko could tell Akashi's smile when he was being an utter dictator.

"I believe that my private life does not concern you."

"You believe a lot of things, Sensei," derisively Akashi opined. "I just want to know whether your lover wants to devour you, like I do."

Like I do. A deliberate slip, to make the floor more slithery for Kuroko to tread on. Careful now, careful now, Kuroko chanted to himself. Should he respond as Kuroko-sensei the therapist or Tetsuya the unknowing lover?

"I-" Suddenly Akashi put his elbows on his knees, twined his fingers over his mouth, leaning forward. Kuroko pressed backwards to put more space between them, sparse as it was, because suddenly he felt unsafe in this skin. "I don't quite know," Kuroko lied. The sound of his own heartbeat was like thunder in his ears. "But-" quickly he amended, for he could see the telltale of dissatisfaction on his patient's countenance. "I have an inkling."

"An inkling," Akashi repeated slowly. "What are you going to do about it, Sensei?"

"I-"

"Are you going to run away?"

"I'm no coward," Kuroko bit back. Akashi seemed gleeful at Kuroko's apparent irritation.

"It's not like you can run away, right, Sensei?"

That sounded like a challenge. Kuroko knew he should have backed off from the first warning. "Yes," he said blankly. "I can."

"Hmm. That calls for a good session of spanking, if I were to be in your lover's shoes," Akashi's expression morphed into something predatory, calculating. "Although I think he'd rather break your legs. Then you have to cling to him to get you anywhere. He'd like that, I suppose."

Kuroko would've said, thanks God you're not my lover, but then he'd be a liar.

"I am the therapist, and you are the patient, Akashi-san. We can't spend your salary here talking about me."

"Sure," Akashi conceded easily. He looked content now, almost dreamy.

The timer beeped. The redhead always had impeccable timing, it was practically his talent, among other things.

"I believe the session is over, Sensei," said Akashi cheerfully. It almost sounded like, I win.

Kuroko nodded tightly, and escorted his patient to the door.

Three knocks. Kuroko had been waiting for it.

"Seijurou-kun," he greeted as he opened the door.

Akashi smiled. He pulled Kuroko into a kiss that was more appropriate to be done in the confines of a bedroom. Kuroko gave as good as he got, and he felt Akashi chuckled against his lips, before the redhead bit his left cheek once, and pulled back.

"I'm home."

"How was your therapy?"

"It was good."

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