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"Ah! Look what I found," Akashi smiled holding up a basketball. He twirled it easily on one finger. "Let's play a little game." Akashi 'suggested'.

"What kind of game?" Kuroko asked wearily. He knew Akashi wouldn't let him go easily.

"If you can hold this basketball between your legs for the next ten minutes. You win." Akashi said placing the basketball between Kuroko's knees. "But if you drop the basketball, I win and you have to do whatever I want."

"Aren't I already doing whatever you want?" Kuroko grumbled.

"Oh no," Akashi chuckled. "I have something very specific planned."

"Fine, then I have a condition too," Kuroko added. "If I win, you have to delete the photo of me."

"Okay fine. If you win, I'll delete the photo I have of you." Akashi grinned cockily. "IF you win."

Kuroko was determined to do what ever it took to win this game. But Akashi also had no intention of loosing.

"Ready? Begin." Akashi announced.

Kuroko held tightly to the basketball focusing all his energy on keeping it there.

It was going well, this wasn't too bad, he thought...when Akashi started his counterattack.

Akashi started to unbutton Kuroko's shirt.

"What are you-" Kuroko angrily protested as Akashi's hand brushed against his bare skin.

"Focus on the basketball Tetsuya." Akashi retorted smugly as he ran his hand down Kuroko's jawline. Kuroko's breath hitched and he flushed as Akashi started to gently play with his nipple and kiss his barren neck.

"Stop it," Kuroko breath as Akashi left little red marks on Kuroko's pale skin.

Akashi just smiled and planted another kiss in the middle of Kuroko's chest. Moving lower and lower.

At this point it was becoming incredibly hard for Kuroko to breath and focus. The basketball. Kuroko chanted trying to keep his legs from giving up. I have to win.

Akashi took his hand smoothly slid it between Kuroko's thighs. Close enough to the groin to cause Kuroko to gasp in pleasure but teasingly far away. Akashi ran his hand up and down Kuroko's legs all the while circling Kuroko's supple nipple with his tongue.

"Ah, stop...Akashi...ah...n-no...d-don't." Kuroko gasped under his breath.

"You're so sensitive, Tetsuya." Akashi murmured starting to be aroused himself from Kuroko's lustful gaze. "I just touched you a little and you're already aroused."

And indeed Kuroko's manhood was poking against the side of his pants and his legs trembled from where he held the basketball.

"Ok Tetsuya. As you wish I'll stop." Akashi admonished.

"What...?" Kuroko gasped. His head was spinning, filled with desire. He wanted more. More. More. But somewhere in his subconscious he was embarrassed. Kuroko knew what Akashi had done. Akashi had made him crave his touch, his body, his voice. No matter what he did, Kuroko wanted his hand to run along his body, he tongue to tempt him into sin. He couldn't stop now. Not as the blood rushed through his veins, and coursed through his heart. His body yearned for Akashi and the craving was close to painful. Akashi couldn't stop now.

"P-please." Kuroko found himself begging. "Don't stop."

Akashi couldn't believe his ears but masked his surprise.

"As you wish." Akashi leaned in and passionately kissed Kuroko and Kuroko easily opened his mouth for him and let Akashi's tongue explore every part of him. He could do as he pleased. Anything he wanted. Akashi untied Kuroko's arms but he hardly noticed as he willingly let Akashi ravage his body.

Somewhere in the mist as Akashi caressed Kuroko's manhood, the basketball dropped uselessly to the ground. Neither one cared.

Kuroko's pants were expertly pulled off by Akashi but Kuroko pulled his legs closed as he felt embarrassed being exposed.

"Tetsuya," Akashi seduced into Kuroko's ear. "Open them."

And Kuroko obeyed, spreading his legs open, a loyal subject to the emperor.

Akashi always got what he wanted...but he wanted nothing more arduously then Kuroko Tetsuya's love.

"I love you." He breath unsure if the other boy had heard. It didn't matter either way. He would get Tetsuya, any way it took.

Kuroko's head spun as he thought about the day before. What...what had he done...he had...had allowed himself to he ravaged. He held his face in his hands, unsure how to face Akashi...unsure how to face himself.

He looked in the mirror at his bare chest, displaying the evidence that yesterday had not been just a nightmare or a wet dream. The red marks against his skin were very clear...you are mine.

Akashi's.

And as he touched each one. He also remembered Akashi's touch. Sometimes tender, yet passionate all the same. His gaze, his beautiful eyes that seemed to see right into his soul.

I love you.

Kuroko wondered if he had misheard him. But it was a Saturday, and thankfully he didn't have to face Akashi Seijuuro until Monday. So Kuroko decided to push all thoughts of the redhead to the back of his mind.

Just then he heard the doorbell ring.

"Tetsuya! There's someone here to see you!" His mom called.

Who could it be? Aomine-kun? Momoi-san?

He quickly pulled on a shirt over his slim frame and ran down the stairs. Standing in the doorway was none other then the one he had tried to avoid. And low and behold, in a casual t-shirt and flattering jeans stood a pair of flashing ruby and topaz eyes.

"Akashi-san?!" Kuroko gaped.

"Hello, Tetsuya." He smiled cocking his head to one side. "I'm so sorry for the short notice madam." He continued turning to Kuroko's mother and handing her a bag of what looked like luxury pastries. "I'm Tetsuya's...friend." There was an audible pause that only Kuroko caught. "My name is Akashi Seijuuro."

"Oh my," Kuroko's mother blushed. "What lovely manners you have!"

Kuroko almost choked as Akashi flashed him a smirk.

"Would it be okay if I borrowed Tetsuya for today? We have some important business to discuss." Akashi asked kindly.

"Of course! Tetsuya hurry and go get dressed! Don't keep the nice young man waiting!" Kuroko's mom commanded turning to Kuroko.

He inwardly groaned about to flat out refuse when Akashi casually took out his phone and kissed the screen. Kuroko flushed red and ran up the stairs to get changed.

When they were safely out of the house, Kuroko turned to face Akashi.

"What are you doing here?" Kuroko demanded. "And how do you know where I live?"

"Your address was on your student ID." Akashi replied calmly. "And I'm here to take you on a date."

"What...?" Kuroko gaped flushing in spite of himself.

"I'm here to take you on a date, Tetsuya." Akashi stated clearly enunciating each word.

"I-wha...Why would I go on a date with you?" Kuroko stammered flustered by the sudden proposal.

"Isn't that the next step?" Akashi shrugged. "I mean I've already seen you naked."

Kuroko's face turned completely red and you could almost see the steam escape from his head. Before Kuroko could protest a car...or rather a limousine...pulled up to them.

A driver stepped out and opened the door for the boys and Kuroko just stared in shock.

"Get in, Tetsuya." Akashi simply commanded. Kuroko partially in shock got in and sat down.

"Akashi-san, what...why are we in a limousine?" Kuroko asked feeling horribly out of place.

"Oh this?" Akashi brushed off. "I always ride this car."

"And you have a personal driver and," he peeked a glance at the the five men dressed in black with sunglasses and ear pieces. "Bodyguards because...?"

"Tetsuya, haven't you realized yet?"

"Huh?"

"Akashi." Akashi stated rolling his eyes. "Like the Akashi Corporation?"

That's when the pieces clicked in place for Tetsuya. "The Akashi Corporation...THE AKASHI CORPORATION?!"

"Yeah, I'm the Chairman's son and sole heir."

Kuroko felt faint...what kind of person's interest had he peaked.

"Ah! Here we are." Akashi exclaimed softly as the driver opened the door.

"Where are we?" Kuroko asked wearily getting out of the car.

"Aren't you hungry, Tetsuya?"

When Kuroko got a good look he found himself in front of an extremely fancy restaurant.

"..."

"Are you hungry?" Akashi asked again.

"I-I'm actually not hungry...not hungry at all-" Kuroko stammered staring at the restaurant that was bigger then his house.

~rumble~

But his stomach gave him away and Akashi beamed grabbing his hands.

"That's settled." Akashi laughed. "Let's go eat."

Kuroko felt horribly underdressed among the satin tablecloths, actual silverware, chandeliers and French menu.

"Akashi-san, I don't speak French." Kuroko murmured wanting the ground to swallow him up. The five bodyguards seemed to stare him down as they-well Akashi at least studied the menu.

"It's okay," Akashi assured. "I'll order for us."

Kuroko however did know how to read the yen sign. He rubbed his eyes once or twice to make sure that the amount of zeros he saw wasn't just a misprint.

"Uh, maybe we should go somewhere else." Kuroko gulped.

Seeing his discomfort, Akashi's mood dimmed.

"Tetsuya...do you feel uncomfortable?" Akashi commented realizing that something was wrong.

"Yes very." Kuroko admitted.

"Ok then," Akashi proclaimed standing up. "We'll go where you want to go."

"Huh?"

"And we'll ditch the bodyguards."

Akashi suddenly grabbed Kuroko's hand and pulled him along as he ran to the back of the restaurant and weaved through the kitchen staff to the back door.

When they finally got out of the restaurant, they managed to catch a taxi.

"DRIVE!" Akashi commanded charismatically and the taxi driver floored the accelerator.

One or two men came running out of the back door and tried running after the taxi but soon gave up.

"Well that was exciting," Akashi smiled collapsing onto the seat.

Kuroko also grinned as he remembered the shocked faces of the stoic body guards.

"YESSS!" Akashi suddenly exclaimed surprising Kuroko.

"What?" Kuroko asked.

"You finally smiled." Akashi leaned towards Kuroko about to give him a kiss but stopped himself and instead raised Kuroko's hand to his mouth and place a gentle kiss on it.

And in that moment, Kuroko realized that Akashi in his own twisted way was trying to apologize, and to -show that he cared about Kuroko.

So when Akashi casually intertwined his fingers with Kuroko's and gave his hand a squeeze, Kuroko softly but surely squeezed back.

So for me, reviews are what steroids are to athletes...but healthier and more legal and yeah...I suck at metaphors. Basically write me a review and it motivates me to keep writing and stuff, and keep posting cause it proves I matter and stuff cause I'm an attention hungry insecure little cabbage ^^ so REVIEW AND THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO ACTUALLY LISTENS AND HAVE READ THIS FAR

YOU DA BAE

-AKIRA