Pairing: Changed to basically Kirisaki Daiichi/Kuroko and any combination of the team. Rated M right now because of Seto/Hara. Why did I change the pairing? Because I realized that I like to think Kirisaki Daiichi is as close as they are because they all have sex with each other. Hate the idea? Sorry!
Word Count: 4,657 Words
Next chapter will have Kise and the Kaijou match. Hope you'll be fine with this chapter for now.
The past three nights were interesting, filled with nothing but watching Kuroko's style of basketball on the myriads of film that the Teiko manager gave. Hanamiya still found the young man's moves a bit unpredictable due to his lack of presence. How Kuroko decided with lightning-fast speed who to pass to, was still a mystery to the genius but he knew one thing; the dark-haired teen was rather grateful that the Teiko trump card was going to join their team officially after the semester break.
His weak presence allowed for an obvious passing pattern that people would follow, which is pass to the person Kuroko marks only to be shocked by the sudden presence of the tenth player on the court that within seconds sends the ball to the teammate that was able to escape their guard due to everyone's shock. This led to the obvious conclusion that that teammate scores a two or three pointer shortly after this. Most of the time, it went to the power forward and ace Aomine Daiki in the videos, but when the young, blue-haired man was being particularly lazy or already filled his twenty-point quota, the shadowy boy would send the ball flying to the others pretty equally percentage wise (depending on who was quicker to evade their opponent). The passing specialist's abilities seemed to work best during the beginning of the match to set a high pace and great momentum for his team, and during critical moments when the team was struggling. It made sense. An invisible object would only stay that way for so long because it became visible to everyone. Also, Hanamiya did not want his other small forward Furuhashi to get soft or complacent from not playing.
The Uncrowned King sighed. His last class of the day was particularly tiresome and boring today to make Makoto think of a shorty that was not even a freshman at his high school yet. But those eyes were so hungry for revenge; it was amusing to stare into those teal orbs. What did Teiko do to create such a starving beast that was ready to bite back at them at any second? The phantom did not appear angry for a lack of recognition by the world or his comrades so he did not seem to have pathetically, simple goals like Haizaki Shugo (the gray-haired boy that was one of those miracles that never became a miracle), judging by what information Hanamiya could gather, the transparent teen was also a good student so that ruled out his interests in Kirisaki Daiichi's and the Uncrowned King's reputations, and he certainly did not appear to be able to understand having "fun" playing basketball until he saw them play Senshinkan three days ago, so where was this motivation coming from? Deciding the phantom would probably reveal more about himself eventually, the prodigy was going to enjoy the lack of an annoying, younger brat for a little longer.
The bell rang. Hanamiya sat back against his seat. He liked to wait three minutes or so after the end of class, so that he did not have to slip through the crowd of boring, spoiled, rich brats with the same personality (he was a different kind of spoiled, rich brat from them). Once the genius saw that almost everyone was gone, the Kirisaki Daiichi Captain got up and bumped into something several centimeters shorter than he was. He glanced down and glared at the Middle School phantom that stared blankly at the Uncrowned King in return. How the hell did the younger man get into the classroom and walk up to Makoto's desk without attracting any attention or making any noise?
"Hello," Kuroko greeted. The phantom held up a piece of paper, expecting Hanamiya to examine it. It was the shadow's grades and they were all A's. The dark-haired man snorted. What was the point of this? "I took all of my exams early. I only have to show up on graduation day. This means that I am now technically a Kirisaki Daiichi student. Will you allow me to participate during practices now Coach Hanamiya-san?" The sky-blue teen requested. The elder man was shocked, but could not help but think that his was perfect timing. This was the day Kuroko was supposed to meet the real regulars that made up the basketball team.
"Don't call me coach, it makes me feel old. As for playing, I suppose you can-" Hanamiya paused when he realized Kuroko was starting to get undressed in the classroom. "Idiot, what are you doing?" The phantom halted his actions and gave his new Captain a confused look. It would have been cute if the ebony-haired man was not genuinely startled.
"I'm getting dressed in practice-appropriate clothes." Tetsuya shrugged. Hanamiya flicked the younger boy's forehead in disgust. Was the brat that naïve and stupid?
"We have locker rooms for such a thing." Makoto growled in frustration. After Kuroko put his shirt back on, the older, basketball player grabbed the shadow's left wrist and stormed down the hall with the shorter boy forced to follow. The few stragglers that had not left school right away gave the pair odd looks, not used to seeing the Uncrowned King losing his composure or him touching others outside of his gang with ease (unless they were people Hanamiya wanted to sleep with). Once they made it down to the club's locker room, Makoto unceremoniously let go of Tetsuya's hand. "Here baka, this is our designated changing area. Geez, did they not have these kinds of facilities at Teiko or something?"
"No, they did, and I am sorry for making you upset Hanamiya-san." Kuroko said, still confused as to why the leader of the team was acting this way. "I just really wanted to participate during practice. Seeing everyone play Senshinkan and the fun they had… I want to create my own enjoyment as well. Something I haven't felt in a long time." Hanamiya sighed and waved at the younger boy to leave his face, happy to see the phantom had obliged. The Uncrowned King waited outside, wanting to cool his head. Too bad he did not have any alcohol nearby; he really needed a drink. The dark-haired teen felt a tap on his shoulder and heard the familiar pop of a bubblegum bubble. Hanamiya turned his head and saw a mop of lavender hair that covered the teen's eyes, and pale skin.
"Light purple? What happened to the blonde Hara?" The bubblegum teen shrugged.
"It faded during my suspension from playing. My little sister picked out the color. Five-year-olds can have pretty good taste. Don't I look like an insufferable, pastel Goth that whines all the time?" Hara smirked. "I heard something happened when Yamazaki, Furuhashi, Seto, and I were suspended. A miracle the size of a cream puff wanting to be a part of our team, do you care to explain this Hanamiya? Or are we just going to be kept in the dark?"
"You'll see everything during practice. By the way, where are the others?" Hara's shoulders rise in alarm.
"Crap, I forgot to wake up Seto during Trigonometry!" Kazuya realized before turning around. Before he could run to fetch the Center player, both were greeted by the sight of Furuhashi and Yamazaki, both of them had one of Kentaro's arms slung over their shoulders as they dragged the tall, sleeping man. Hara sheepishly grinned at his teammates, while Yamazaki glared and Furuhashi's eyes were always hard to read in general.
"So how was your hiatus from basketball guys?" Hanamiya asked the approaching teens. "Why didn't you just wake Seto up? Surely you're smart enough to do that on your own."
"We tried to wake him up, but nothing worked." Furuhashi replied, adjusting the arm that was sitting uncomfortably on his shoulders. "How do you wake him up Hara? He's a stone-cold statue right now." Hara grinned. The messy-haired teen walked up to the sleeping man and smoothly pressed his body against Seto's slightly taller frame. The power forward slinked his arms sexily around the Center player's neck, leaned in, and blew against the other's ear. Seto stirred, but his eyes remained closed. Hara chuckled and nuzzled his nose against the crook of Kentaro's neck. Everyone watched with feelings of horror, amusement, and slight arousal.
"Oh big boy… please wake up. You can't give it to me when you're asleep." Hara moaned out rather than spoke, sounding as wanton and haughty as possible. "Please baby, I want you inside me so badly." Seto got up from his feet, pulled the hair wax out of his pocket, and styled his messy hair out of his face. The Center, basketball player wrapped an arm around Kazuya's hip, tugging at the waistband of the bubblegum boy's pants possessively.
"So this is why you guys got suspended." Hanamiya said. "Having sex in an empty classroom?" Seto yawned for the last time and nodded.
"You are such trash Hara." Yamazaki criticized and shook his head in disbelief.
"You're just jealous that I get laid more than you. Besides, you know you want this too. None of you complained when you were in my bed. If any of you were in Seto's position, you'd do it too. Men, ladies, anyone really, cannot resist me." Hara playfully huffed. The Captain and Coach of the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team only cocked an eyebrow at the lavender-haired teen. "Okay, I still don't get as many girls as Hanamiya, but I bring all the boys in with my charm." Kazuya said, cheekily waving and swaying his hips. "Plus, with the Captain's dry spell lately, I might beat him soon. The Uncrowned King of basketball will be dethroned once again by me." Hara cheered, not flinching in the slightest when Seto's hand settled on his buttocks.
"Your condom and lubricant expenses must be extravagant." Koujirou commented, subtly sharing and repeating Hiroshi's sentiments of the power forward being trashy.
"Hanamiya-san, who are these people you are talking to? I haven't seen them in the recent practices that I observed." A quiet voice interrupted. Everyone jumped and they were shocked to see a light-blue haired, pale boy, standing next to Hanamiya. He was dressed in an all-white outfit except for his black wristband, ready to play basketball.
"God, I need to put a fucking bell on you or something Kuroko." Hanamiya suggested with obvious annoyance. "These are the regulars of the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team. They were suspended for a period of time from basketball for various reasons, and now they're coming back." Furuhashi was the first to introduce himself to the youngest boy after that, intrigued by the other's eyes for they were as expressionless as his.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Furuhashi-san. I am Kuroko Tetsuya." The phantom introduced himself in return. The rest of the team told the usual, ghostly boy their names as well. "Excuse me Captain Hanamiya-san, would it be alright if I warmed up first? I haven't played for a week due to my minor injury, and feel out of shape." Hanamiya nodded and watched as the pale teen walked away and into the gymnasium. The regulars and Captain got dressed afterwards, needing to make sure that the third-string members got the equipment necessary before everyone else arrived.
They all saw the Miracle boy dribbling; the transparent teen would duck diagonally while driving the ball forward, making the whole team confused by the odd motions. Why would someone practice like this? Kuroko seemed dissatisfied by his motions and repeated them. Whatever the phantom was trying to do, it must have been very important to the younger student because he was getting frustrated with himself.
"So what are we doing for practice today?" The shooting guard asked as they continued to observe the ghostly boy. Hanamiya let a small smirk escape, but he did not want to give everything away.
"We will start with our usual drills. Then Second String will have a match with Third Sting and Kuroko." Seto cocked a brow at the smarter man. Did he really have that much confidence in the invisible man? Sure, he was part of the Generation of Miracles, but the kid is so small and has a weak physique.
When practice officially started, drills began. Twenty laps around the school, one-hundred sit ups, one-hundred pushups, and before they could do jumping jacks…
"Hey, whatever happened to that Kuroko kid?" Hara pointed out. They searched the gym until everyone heard Hanamiya groaning in disbelief. The phantom was lying face-first on the floor, a pink flush stained his ivory face, and his body was barely moving. Apparently after the fiftieth pushup, the phantom had gotten exhausted and slumped in defeat. While everyone found it a tiny bit hilarious, they were losing confidence in the young man dubbed a miracle. In order to not drain the shadowy teen of all of his energy, Hanamiya ended their usual routine early and demanded for a match between Second String and Third String. The Captain hoped Kuroko performed as well as he did in the videos Makoto watched, otherwise his efforts were wasted on a tiny brat.
The Second String team was the first to score, but Kuroko told the tallest boy on Third String to run to the other side of the court. Not knowing what else to do, the other basketball player listened to the phantom as Kuroko ran to retrieve the ball. Elegantly twisting and twirling his body, the petite figure was able to send a high-speed, full court pass to the designated teammate. The Third String member had to use both hands to catch the orange sphere, and still have to take a few steps back to help absorb the impact on his whole body. Hanamiya was pleased by the expression with slackened jaws and eyes that refused to close that his basketball regulars displayed. Once the player regained his composure, he dunked the ball to even the score. The Third String was able to score again despite being on defense; Tetsuya's mark forgot about that he was being guarded by the phantom, causing a pass interception that curved the ball into the hands of the surprised shooting guard. Not wanting to waste the opportunity given to him, the young man threw a perfect three-pointer, making the score 5-2 in their favor.
"So this is the kind of basketball he plays, a supportive role that can fit into any team style." Seto commented. "It is impressive that he's using his weak presence to his advantage like this."
"That is not what he is doing; it is something more complicated and skilled. It is a technique called misdirection, something that magicians use in order to perform their tricks. Kuroko simply acts as though he won't get the ball, and uses his teammates' eyes as mirrors in order to determine who would be the best to pass the ball to. While his lack of presence does help, the amazing part is the speed he does this at and how accurate his passes are." Hanamiya corrected. "I can see why Teiko Middle School would bring him out during crucial moments in a game. He is also very good at controlling the flow and pace of the game." Third String widened the gap to 7-2 now.
"It sounds like to me that you already knew the outcome of this match before it started. You just wanted to make us see the kid's potential." Furuhashi said in a bored tone. Koujirou knew that Hanamiya would do something to force them to be humble. The Coach nodded and watched the prodigy with a proud look on his face.
"You know, he is pretty cute." Kazuya commented before blowing another bubble. Makoto rolled his eyes; typical of Hara to turn to looks when thinking of compliments to give people. When he glanced back at Kuroko tap-passing the ball to another, dark-haired teammate's hand, Hanamiya could not help but think that Hara's words had a little bit of merit to them. Kuroko was cute in a childish kind of way. Yamazaki tried to slap the lavender-haired boy across the back of his head, but Hara ducked in time to escape unharmed. The power forward gave Hiroshi the middle finger, but had a happy grin on his face.
During the third quarter, everyone (but the regulars) was surprised when Kuroko was subbed out. Hanamiya noted that Kuroko's limit of game play at a time was forty minutes as he watched the Second String quickly catching up. It was almost painful seeing the difference in skill between the two teams now that the shadow was absent from the action. The eighteen-point difference that the Third String had built up (Kuroko probably anticipated this weakness in their team) had dwindled within minutes. With only two minutes left in the third quarter, Kuroko came back in. There was a stalemate for a full minute until Kuroko slammed a badly thrown pass to his teammate, using his signature Ignite Pass. Unfortunately because the pass did not have enough distance to travel in order for it to slow down to speeds that were at his team's acceptable level, the young man attempting to catch it accidentally flicked it into a Second String member's shoulder. The young man cried out in pain, causing everyone to stop. As the teen's teammates tended to his injury, the Captain, Hanamiya devilishly smiled and called off the match. It was obvious that even though Third String was behind by ten points, that they would eventually win due to Kuroko's efforts.
One thing was certain; Kuroko Tetsuya belonged on the First String roster. The dark-haired Captain evaluated his team's reactions, glad that they felt the same about the boy from the Generation of Miracles.
"Practice will end early. Send Yanagi Mitsuhiko to the infirmary to get his wound treated." Hanamiya called out. "The rest of Third String will put the balls away and lock up the gym. After that-" The Captain was stunned to find the transparent teen was right next to him. "Yes Kuroko?"
"If you would not mind, I would like to practice for a few more minutes. Could I use the gym and my own basketball after they're done putting away the equipment?"
"But cutie, we were going to celebrate your victory by getting something to eat." Hara teased and poked the younger boy on the cheek.
"I am not cute Hara-san, and I did not win." Kuroko protested.
"Eh, just be lucky he isn't molesting you right now." Hiroshi warned. "Besides Hara, aren't you supposed to give Seto his incentive that made him wake up earlier? We barely worked up a sweat today, so you'll probably have more stamina as compared to usual."
"You guys won't seriously be pissed about waiting thirty minutes for us, would you? Come on, it's our newest regular's first day, and he proved himself. We need to do something." The bubblegum boy said before popping another piece of bubblegum in his mouth. The piece he chewed through-out practice had gotten rubbery. Hanamiya really wished for that shot of whiskey right now. Why were his regulars so insufferable?
"Fine, we'll go get something to eat. You heard the idiot Kuroko; you have thirty minutes to practice." The shadow nodded and raced to his bag to fetch the basketball that was waiting to be used. While he did that, everyone else went to the locker room to change and Seto and Hara went into an abandoned classroom to finish their deal.
"He really hates playing basketball, doesn't he?" Furuhashi said. Yamazaki was confused.
"Why would someone stay later to practice if he hated it?" The orange-haired teen asked. Koujirou shrugged.
"I'm not sure, but you can just sense it. He's trying to claw for something, but not getting it and it is frustrating him." The dead-eyed boy observed. "I'm not saying that he isn't skilled because he is, but rather, he isn't able to achieve what he wants from basketball. It is almost sad how pathetic he must feel." Hanamiya eavesdropped as he changed into casual clothes. Everything that Furuhashi was saying was right. The phantom's anger while enticing, needed to be dealt with if they did not want their newest member to burn out…
Meanwhile, Kentarou gripped Kazuya's buttocks harder, spreading them apart wider and pressing his clothed erection against the other's own arousal. The lilac-haired boy groaned and gripped tightly at the taller man's shirt. Another hard thrust made the bubblegum boy mew in pleasure. Sex was always best with an aggressive partner that pushed Hara against a wall.
They kissed, the power forward frowning against the other man's lips knowing all too well what was to come. The perverted, questionable narcoleptic was going to tease him again. Hara absolutely hated teasing. He loved teasing and pranking others, but when it came to sexual gratification, the cheeky teen wanted it as hard and fast to the point of bruising. Teasing was bad enough, but when it came from Seto it was the worst. The damn borderline-genius just knew what to do to deny Hara his fun. Something about the way those nails just delicately scrapped against his skin, and that heated breath tickled his neck, that sapped all of Kazuya's will power and he was unable to ignore the other's touch. While Hara would never admit it to Seto (because the Center player's ego was already large enough as is), somehow by the way his body cringed and gyrated for more, practically begged without words, the dangerously handsome man knew that he was driving the lavender-haired one crazy. Not wanting to be a shrinking violet, the messy-haired teen pushed up, grabbed that sleek, gelled-back hair, and effectively yanked Kentarou forward so that their lips crashed into each other, teeth clanked uncomfortably and in an ugly fashion. The coppery taste of blood slipped onto their tongues.
Seto was a little annoyed by the other messing up his fabulous hair, but smirked when the promiscuous, sexy man's tongue slithered into his mouth and snaked around his own tongue. Anyone could say what they wanted about the messy-haired teen whose eyes were hardly seen. He may be nasty, a slut, whore, or dirty, but damn was he good at what he did and could silence any critic of his by shoving his tongue down their mouth. The impatient male lifted his hips up, making his crotch grind against the Center player's and both of them let out a hiss of appreciation from the heat and friction that flooded their senses. Impatient growls came from both of their throats. The shorter man pressed his hips down, creating even more friction between their groins, and snaking his thighs around the Seto's more powerful ones. The genius grinned and thrust harder against the Kazuya's clothed bottom, spreading the other's legs wider as he did so.
"Fuck, come on man!" Hara gasped. The impatient one shifted so that he could rip his own shirt off himself, sighing in relief when his heated skin was exposed to the cool, air conditioning. This was going too slow, much too slow. Kazuya forced their lips together again; such aggressive and raw power was hardly ever used during sex. Seto made his breathing shallow, not wanting to lose control. He filled himself with the scent of Hara's sweet scent; it was more intoxicating than any drug either of them had ever experienced. Kentarou took his leisure time to unravel their clothes, making sure to keep the small tube of lubricant that Hara always had in his pockets palmed inside his hand for what was to come. Kazuya was practically burning as he was pushed against the wall, stripped of all of his clothing except his socks and shoes as the larger man sucked and nipped at his sensitive buds and gripped his hips so hard that fingerprints were going to be imprinted onto his pale skin. The sexually-devious boy moaned when a lubed finger found its way inside him. Sure, it was still more teasing because Seto knew that this was unnecessary, but it felt so good to finally have something inside him, filling him. Losing his composure, the tan, tall man shoved a second and third finger rather quickly, knowing his bravado was faltering as he witnessed the bubblegum teen writhe and tighten around the digits inside him.
"Are you ready Hara?" Seto asked as he slicked his cock in the slippery substance.
"You're the one who is going too slowly!" Kazuya frowned. His hair was even more disheveled, revealing the rarely seen teal eyes that had a border of hot, molten silver that made everyone shiver at the sight of those unique orbs. Not wanting to deny either of their desires, Seto pressed his hard, throbbing, twitching manhood against the tight, waiting cavity. Hara mewed; the other man's cock was moving slowly not because he was trying to tease the waiting man, but because Kentarou's member was so thick and hard that it was still hard to get it in at first. But the burn and friction inside the promiscuous boy was making him scream in absolute pleasure. Seto hoisted the other's legs over his shoulders, allowing the last few centimeters to plummet into the hungry hole, filling Hara down to the very base. They slowly withdrew from each other, watching where their bodies connected, the silky walls sensuously clamped down on the slick, lubed cock, almost desperately trying to beg the large, foreign body to stay inside. The Center player almost could not restrain himself from pulling away from the intense heat, but gritted his teeth as he almost pulled out all the way so that he could slam as hard as he could into the power forward.
The leaner teen groaned and dug his nails deeper into Seto's back. He threw his head back, mouth open wide, and his whole body trembled in delight. They quickly built up a rhythm, the tempo growing fast rather quickly due to their intimate knowledge of the other's body. Hara thrashed and whined for more, happy that Kentarou would oblige by snapping his hips even harder and driving his cock almost impossibly deeper into the wanton teen. Kazuya tightened his legs around Seto's shoulders, unable to think of anything but all the nerves that Seto was bluntly striking that sent delicious, glorious heat to spread like wildfire through-out his body. Soon there was no rhythm, only animal-like thrashing and groping as they climbed higher into oblivion. Kazuya cried out, coming hard against the Center player's stomach and tightening, squirming, and convulsing around Kentarou's dick. Not too far behind, after a couple thrusts into his exhausted partner, Seto came, sending thick ribbons of his seed messily into the other man's hole, feeling some of the thick liquid drip out and pool by their feet.
"Hey, hurry up! We're going to Maji Burger as soon as you guys get dressed." Hanamiya yelled from the other side of the door. Both of them sighed, catching their breath as they stared into each other. Oh how time flies when you have great sex... both of them finally parted, Hara pouted when Seto exited out of him and thick, sticky cum fell out. Not wanting to piss off their Captain, they swiftly got dressed into their uniform, not at all ashamed that they smelled like raunchy sex. They left the classroom, still appearing a bit sweaty, disheveled, and out of place, but had nice big grins on their face. Hara and Seto were greeted by the annoyed looks of Yamazaki and Hanamiya, and the blank stares of Kuroko and Furuhashi. When they asked Kuroko why he was not disturbed, the shadow explained that Haizaki was known to have sex in empty classrooms as well (Nijimura was known to punish the young man for such indecent actions).
"Alright, let's get a move on." Hanamiya commanded. However, another interruption appeared.
"Kurokocchi!" An annoying blonde called out as soon as they left the school.
Hope you liked this chapter, and I'm sorry this fanfic doesn't update faster.