A/N: This chapter is edited and proofed by KC!


Weremanity Glossary

Hormone Suppressants: These are invaluable tools to have when the Heat Seasons are closing by. There are two kinds of hormone suppressants; Patches and Pills. Both have the same effect of suppressing early symptoms of the heat. However, while the Patches work to suppress the arousal momentarily and are more commonly used, the Pills/Capsules work with stronger dose meant as temporary remedy to more special conditions — such as the Stunted Heat — and reduce excess side-effects of the symptoms. However, the pills are only to be used by strictly adhering to the instructions, due to its strong dosage, and it is not recommended to continue consumption after the written time limit, as it may present its own complications.

Shape Shifting: Werepeople are able to shape shift any time they wish, into a half-human half-animal form, or a complete animal form. However, they've been educated since childhood, of the importance to control their forms, due to the fact that exposing their true forms may attract unwanted attention, as releasing their true forms was equal to being in the nude. Thus, an education to control physical forms and spirit forms was staple for the werepeople children; they were only allowed to mingle in their society after they've passed examinations regarding this subject. This is especially recommended for those of Endangered Species kind, as they are commonly taught the way to morph their physical and spirit forms, into false forms, in order to protect themselves from 'poachers', who wish to profit from them illegally. However, to control one's form is a delicate matter, because it is very easy to slip into their beastly instincts when a wereperson is upset or experiences intense emotion. A full-fledged iron will is needed for one to completely surpass their instincts, and hide their true forms.

True Mate: If Primates' have tales of soulmates and destined lovers connected by red strings, the Werepeople have an old belief that they can track the one mate most suitable for them. They are known as the True Mate. It is said that the Werepeople's beastly senses are able to determine their True Mate by pure instincts alone. However, in the modern world where materialistic means have more value than their own nature, True Mates have become a romanticised tale told to children, made to be forgotten by the time they reach maturity.

Beastly Call

Chapter 4: Fever

"How are you feeling?"

Kuroko looked up at Kagami, his eyes heavy with sleep, the hand that was caressing his head felt comfortable. He leaned into the touch, the soft cushion of the pillow flattened slightly when he moved, a small yawn escaped his lips.

" … I'm alright at the moment, I think." He told the redhead, rubbing his eyes a bit. The crust at the corners of his eyes was caught with the motion. "How long have I been sleeping, Kagami-kun?"

The tiger checked the clock on the bedside table before he replied. "Around 3 hours? It's already 9 P.M., I made dinner, by the way. I'll bring it here, you're still a bit feverish." He said, placing a hand over Kuroko's forehead and smiling at him.

"No, I'm — I'm okay. I'll come downstairs. " Kuroko tried to get up, lifting the upper part of his body by the heels of his palms. His movements were clumsy and sluggish, his arms shook a bit too much. In the end, Kagami urged him down by his shoulders, flipping him to his back easily.

"Don't push yourself. You need to rest now. I'll bring food here." He told Kuroko, kissing his forehead. Kuroko felt the urge to pout at being treated like a child, but resisted.

Kuroko wasn't in any condition to move around, due to the influence of the drug he had to take in order to curb his bestial instincts, which had left him with a fever similar to flu. He had felt guilty for making the redhead take care of him again, even if Kagami had been the one to volunteer, because Kuroko couldn't possibly explain his condition to his Primate parents. That didn't mean he didn't feel bad, to have inconvenienced Kagami time and time again.

"Kagami-kun, I'm sorry to have been a bother. You've been very kind and helpful, I feel bad." He confessed honestly, gaze cast low.

The redhead laughed. "What're you talking about? You're my mate, Kuroko, this is what mates do."

Kuroko felt his heart flutter when Kagami smiled at him with such gentleness, he could feel his chest tightening. He secretly wondered if Kagami had treated his previous Heat Partners in the same way? He didn't quite understand why the thought of Kagami being gentle to others made him feel unhappy. He brushed off the negativity from his mind, deciding he was being rude thinking that way.

Kagami then excused himself to get dinner a moment later. Kuroko pushed himself up to sit, feeling less and less tired now. He looked around Kagami's room — which he was already pretty familiar with — and spotted his phone at the bedside table next to the clock. He clumsily reached out for his cellphone and flipped it open, a photo of Nigou immediately greeted him. Kuroko smiled to himself. Nigou had grown up fast, now he weighted twice he used to compared to the first time Kuroko picked him up.

Now that he thought about it, Kuroko hadn't been able to play with Nigou for a while since he'd been busy with studying and preparing for Heat Week. As well he wouldn't be able to go home for a week or so either. Kuroko decided to text his mother not to forget to feed and walk Nigou — although, he knew his mom was nothing less but crazy for the husky pup, so that wasn't a problem.

He already asked permission to go on a trip during Heat Week (with the excuse of Basketball training) and they'd also picked up his stuff from the house, so there wasn't a need to call his parents again. He knew these inane thoughts were just a distraction from the anxiety again — he was still fidgety with the prospect of having sex with Kagami.

Kuroko felt heat rush up his cheeks, and knew it wasn't because of the fever. Even if Kagami was very, very good at it, it would still be Kuroko's first time and he couldn't help but to be nervous and shy about it. He knew Kagami had helped him multiple times, but the thing about the — the anal sex (he did a Google search on the internet). He heard both good and bad things about it, and it made him edgy.

Now with logic and moral restraint intact, the prospect was becoming a reality to him. Kuroko realized the last time he was in the haze of the heat, he had wanted Kagami wholeheartedly. He wondered how much was it due to the heat lust, and how much of it had been of his own desire. He suddenly felt the need to lie down again, because his temperature had risen up another degree. This was bad, thinking too much made his head dizzy, and Kuroko really didn't need the heat to start heading downwards again.

The door opened just as he leaned his back onto the headboard, Kagami entered with plates full of food. Kuroko was sure the redhead brought his own portion, because there was no way Kuroko could finish that amount alone. The redhead grinned at him as he used his leg to close the door behind him; both hands were required to carry the vast amount of food Kagami was holding.

"Hey, sorry for waiting. I gotta bring my portion too." He said. He cleared up a little space on the bedside table for one of the plates.

"You haven't had dinner yet, Kagami-kun?" Kuroko checked the digital clock, it was 09:14 P.M., a bit late for dinner.

"Was waiting for you to wake up, I wanna eat together with you." Kagami casually said, sitting on the edge of the bed, gesturing for Kuroko to come closer.

"You don't have to do that, but thank you, Kagami-kun." Kuroko scooted closer, his head peeking at what Kagami had on the plates.

He'd made some sausages, bacons and spring rolls. There was a bowl of purplish blue grapes he put on the bed. The one on the table was a tower of all the combined foods — except the grapes, which clearly was for Kagami. Kuroko gulped loudly at the sight and the smell, his mouth watered, he didn't realize he was so famished until now.

"I cooked some finger foods, 'cos you'll be eating in bed, so it won't get messy. I don't have a small table or anything like that — sorry." Kagami leaned in to press his lips on Kuroko's temples, as if to apologize. Then the redhead grinned toothily at him, taking a piece of the sausage and offering it to Kuroko.

"Come on, I'll feed you. Open wide."

Kuroko didn't think it was possible to feel this nervous, at the idea of eating from Kagami's hand. "Kagami-kun, I don't think — "

He'd tried to refuse politely, but Kagami beat him to it.

"Come on, please? I want to do it." The redhead said, pouting childishly.

Oh my. Kuroko had never seen this Kagami before, all childish and giving him puppy-dog eyes.

Despite his shame and reluctance, Kuroko found himself parting his lips obligingly. The redhead — his smile turned goofy and happy — pushed the sausage past his lips gingerly. His fingers brushed Kuroko's tongue, he pushed until the small piece of sausage settled snugly inside. Then Kagami withdrew his fingers, brought them to his own mouth and licked them. Kuroko forgot to chew for a second, before he remembered and started munching.

"… It's delicious." He commented, noticing late that it was rude to speak while eating. He chewed and swallowed quickly, his stomach demanding more with warning rumbles.

Kagami grinned widely. "Is that so? Try this one." He took a piece of the sliced spring roll — Kuroko noticed everything on his plate was cut to bite sized pieces — and offered it to Kuroko again.

Kuroko stared at the appetizing spring roll, gulped lightly, and opened his mouth. It was just so delectable — he could taste the juicy duck meat and some fresh vegetables wrapped in crispy rinds, even the sauce was exquisite. It must take a while to make these, he idly guessed. Kagami fed him several more times, without touching his own food. Kuroko wondered why he didn't eat as well.

"Kagami-kun, aren't you hungry? You haven't touched your food." He pointed it out.

"Uh, oh yeah. I totally forgot about that." Kagami looked a little taken aback, glancing at the abandoned tower of finger foods. "I thought I'd feed you first. I mean you've been sleeping all the time, so you must be starving, Kuroko." He said, grimacing.

Kuroko stared at him blankly; a whimsical thought crossed his mind.

"Shall I … feed you, too?"

Kagami exploded in vibrant shades of red and his jaw dropped, gaping his mouth.

"A — are you sure!? You want to f - feed me, by hand!?" For some reason, he raised his voice a little too high.

Kuroko suddenly felt like he had said the wrong thing, lowering his head in shame. He felt depressed all of a sudden. "Unless… you don't want me to? I'm sorry, I said something odd."

The redhead was making wild hand gestures now. "N - no! I mean, yes! Of course I want to! I'd love to! Do it as much as you like! I'm totally cool with it! I don't mind at all!" Kagami enthusiastically exclaimed with fists pumped upwards, breaking into English at the last sentences. Kuroko blinked.

"If you don't mind then, Kagami-kun, I'd like to do it." Kuroko said then, smiling.

The redhead grinned so wide, it looked a bit painful.

Kagami was all smiles when Kuroko started to pick up the food for him — Kagami held the plate on his lap— and fed the redhead. Kagami ate with gusto, even more eager when he fed Kuroko in return. Kuroko found he ate more than usual this time, he wondered if it was because he'd skipped meals, his stomach was slowly filling up with the delicious foods Kagami had made for him. Soon, both of their fingers became greasy and full of crumbs, the flavours stuck to the digits.

Kuroko absent-mindedly licked and sucked on Kagami's fingers lightly, tasting the spices and sauces on them. Kagami's fingers were longer and bigger than his, he idly thought, the crumbs clung to the rough patches of skin he found on the pads and the junctions. He licked off the trail of grease that ran along Kagami's middle finger in long, quick, licks. It took a moment before he realized Kagami had gone completely rigid, red eyes locked on Kuroko.

Kuroko stopped in his tracks — lips still pressed against Kagami's finger — when Kuroko read the desire within his red eyes.

"Are you … ? " Kagami trailed off, withdrawing his hand from Kuroko. He looked conflicted; his gaze broke away and went elsewhere for a moment, before he looked at Kuroko again. His expression was stern and his jaw tightened, inhaling slowly. "Kuroko, I don't know if you do it intentionally or not, but don't do that. You'll make me want to lose control."

That, Kuroko realized, must be how suggestive his assumed innocent action was. It didn't occur to him it had such an effect, until after Kagami mentioned it.

The next words that escaped his mouth, however, were something he didn't expect himself.

"Then, why didn't you, Kagami-kun?" He asked, instead. "I've been wondering. You could have had me back then at school, I wouldn't have refused you. Why did you hold back?"

When the Heat Haze had overwhelmed Kuroko, he wouldn't have refused whatever Kagami was going to do to him. He was vulnerable and weak, his body was excessively sensitive with lust, Kuroko had been the very definition of a sitting duck. He was well aware of Kagami's desire for him, the redhead always wanted to touch Kuroko, to kiss him and keep him close. Kagami had made it perfectly clear that he wanted to monopolize him, first by rubbing his scent all over Kuroko anytime he was given the chance, and then by acting irrationally possessive and territorial towards other men. It was hard to escape notice.

And yet, not only the redhead had refused to act on his desires back in the health room, when Kuroko had been so meek and willing, — he had kept his clothes on as he attended to Kuroko's needs. He didn't even attend to his own afterwards. Kuroko had noticed the undeniable bulge on Kagami's crotch after they'd done the deed, even if the redhead had acted unaffected.

Kagami stared at him, seemingly taken aback by the question. He looked dumbstruck; his mouth opened and closed several times, without a sound. Kuroko waited for him to say something, their gazes locked. Seconds turned into a minute, until Kagami seemed to have finally formed proper sentences in his head.

"I didn't want that." He said, slowly.

"You weren't in your right mind. We weren't in the right place, either. Not that — not that I would've done something had we been in a different place, mind you, it's just that … I promised, okay? I promised to help you, and to take advantage of your moment of weakness — that wasn't the right thing to do, to help you. I mean, it's not all about me." He looked away, scratching the back of his head.

"And, when I … when I finally have you, I don't want it to be just some quick, casual affair at school. I — I want to have sex with you somewhere more … proper. More private and comfortable, for us. I want to enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it. Sex takes preparation for it to be good, especially for your first time. I can't make it good for you, by rushing things up like an idiot. I want to — I want to do it right. I wanna do right by you." Kuroko saw Kagami flushed a deep red to the tips of his ears.

"That's it, okay? Just — just don't ask anymore than this. Shit, so not cool … " He frowned and cursed in English, under his breath.

Kuroko blushed too, for some reason.

"Kagami-kun, you … you're unexpectedly a romantic." He uttered softly. His head felt dizzier with the extra heat.

The redhead flushed even brighter — Kuroko could practically see steam rising around the redhead — and he turned his head sharply and furrowed his eyebrows, yelling angrily. "What!? What's so wrong with that!?" He barked, his whole complexion flushed in red.

"No. It's not wrong." Kuroko said as he glanced shyly at the bed sheets, one clean hand fiddling with the cotton fabric. "I think it is very sweet of you, Kagami-kun, to think of me that way. Thank you."

It made him happy, Kuroko didn't expect to feel about this so strongly. It made him feel glad to have chosen Kagami as his partner, both in Basketball and in private. What was he thinking? Kagami had never disappointed Kuroko, it was his determination and faith in Kuroko and their teammates that brought Seirin to victory. He shouldn't have doubted him, after all if there was someone he could rely on for anything, it would be Kagami. Wasn't that why Kuroko accepted his offer in the first place?

He brought a hand to lightly tug at Kagami's shirt. "I'm glad you're my partner, Kagami-kun. I'm happy to have trusted you with my condition." He said, looking up at the redhead, smiling gently.

Kagami looked at him, seemingly conflicted. " … only you can say embarrassing things like that, seriously."

"That's the pot calling the kettle black, Kagami-kun. You can be quite shameless sometimes, you do realize that?" Kuroko pouted, remembering all the instances the redhead made him blush, on purpose, in order to rouse a reaction out of Kuroko.

Kagami glowered. "I'm only like this with you, y'know. I'm not like this with anyone else."

Kuroko felt a grip on his wrist. The redhead grabbed his dirty hand and brought it up to his lips. Kuroko felt his breath caught in his throat, when Kagami started licking and sucking at his fingers similar to the way Kuroko did previously. He kept his gaze on Kuroko as he lapped the digits, licking with long, lazy strokes, wetting them with his saliva. He purposely pushed Kuroko's fingers into his mouth to the end of his knuckles, sucking on them salaciously.

It looked rather sensual — Kuroko understood a bit of what Kagami had felt, when he did it to him.

He aimlessly played with Kagami's tongue, feeling the warm, wet flesh wrapped around two of his fingers. He caressed the surface of the supple flesh, sometimes tugging it lightly between his fingers. Kagami's tongue was longer than Kuroko's, he thought, and it had a certain soft, cushiony texture to it. The flesh inside the cavity was wet and soft all over, it felt decidedly different than from when they were kissing. His fingers scraped against Kagami's teeth, but it didn't hurt. It was strangely fascinating.

"Kagami-kun, we should wash our hands after this," He uttered, in passing. His digits vibrated when Kagami hummed, it felt ticklish.

They still had some food leftover, so they resumed feeding each other until the plates were clean, only the bowl of grapes remaining for dessert. At some point Kuroko remembered he had to take the medicine again, and Kagami left to fetch them water. Meanwhile, Kuroko went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then returned to Kagami's room. The redhead was already there, helping himself to the grapes.

Kuroko took the medicine. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was already past 10 P.M., they would need to turn in soon since they were catching an early train in the morning to Kagami's summer house. Kagami had handed several grapes to him, which Kuroko accepted, but later mentioned they had to prepare for bed. They went on with their usual routine, Kuroko noticed Kagami had bought him a fresh toothbrush and placed it in the bathroom — a light blue one that was placed next to Kagami's red one — and he gratefully used it to brush his teeth.

Kagami nudged him to the usual spot next to the wall and tucked him in, giving him a kiss. They bade each other goodnight, lying next to each other with Kagami's arm over Kuroko's waist.

The next morning, Kuroko woke up with a searing fever — and found it difficult to breathe.

He could feel the familiar swirl of haze started clouding his mind, his head throbbed and beads of sweat pricked his pores. He tossed and turned, twisting the sheets beneath him and groaning in discomfort. He panted heavily. Kuroko felt something cold brush against his forehead and the pleasant coolness was comforting against the heat steaming up within him. He opened his eyes slowly, vision bleary with the heat. He saw a blur of red hovered above him.

"… I'll get the pills." Kagami's familiar voice said.

Kuroko whimpered when Kagami's hand detached from him, along with the comforting touch. He brought up a limp, shaking hand up, wanting to search for it. His hand was caught in mid-air, wrapped in the same cool sensation.

"I'm here, it's okay." The tiger's voice said. Kuroko breathed deeply, nodding.

He heard a lid being opened with a click, and seconds later, something small was gently pressed against his mouth. He parted his lips slightly, to allow access for the capsule. Fingers snaked to the nape of his neck, lifting him slowly and carefully. Another hand went around his back and helped him sit on the bed, his back brushed the surface of the headboard. He felt something wet and chilly gently nudge at his mouth, a glass of water, he presumed, but his lips shook too much for him to achieve the simple action properly.

"Kuroko, can you drink it?" Kagami asked him, but Kuroko was having a hard time thinking with the fever, burning him from the inside.

He heard a sound and the cool glass withdrew from his lips. A short moment later, Kuroko felt a hand tilt his head upwards and another pair of lips pressed against his, a thumb on his chin urged him to open his mouth — which he did. Fresh, cool liquid poured into his mouth and down his pipe, drenching the parched throat with great relief. Kuroko swallowed the water and the medicine, a bit of the fluid didn't manage to enter his mouth, dripping down his jaw and neck in thin rivulets. The coldness felt good against his heated skin.

Kagami's lips left him a moment later. Kuroko turned to him, opening his half lidded eyes, his vision clearing up bit by bit.

"Do you want more?" The redhead asked, a glass of clear water in hand. He nodded and Kagami drank the water, kept it in his mouth then passed it to Kuroko again. The redhead nibbled his lips lightly, licking off the stray fluid that escaped in excess. The drink helped clear his mind a little better.

"What time is it … ?" He'd asked, tentatively. Still sluggish.

"05:40 A.M., you were tossing and turning in your sleep. I thought something was up." Kagami said, a thumb skimmed Kuroko's chin.

"I — I don't feel very well. My head is pounding, and I feel very feverish." Kuroko admitted, his head dizzy with the heat. The haze had cleared up somewhat.

"Your early symptoms are worse than the usual due to the Stunted Heat; your body overheats too quickly. I need to watch your condition from time to time, it could get worse at any moment, if I don't." Kagami stated, a serious, contemplative look on his face mixed with worry.

Kuroko fell quiet. "Will … I be alright?"

Kagami gathered him into his arms and stroked his hair, lips kissing Kuroko's sweaty temples. "Of course you will. Whenever you need me, I'll be there."

Kuroko could hear his heart beat faster in his ribcage, fluttering fleetingly. His body became warmer due to their shared body heat, it was decidedly pleasant, soothing. He liked it. "Yes, I know, Kagami-kun." He said softly. He leaned to the redhead's chest, where he could hear the steady pace of Kagami's heart. He couldn't recall hearing anything more comforting.

They couldn't fall asleep again, so Kagami went out to prepare breakfast, after he made sure Kuroko was all right on his own. Kuroko felt better after a while, his headache slipped into light throbs, and the heat decreased to a slighter fever. His shirt was soaked with sweat — it was getting sticky and uncomfortable. He decided to take a shower. He took his things from a duffel bag by the bed and went to the bathroom. He felt better after he'd washed off all the sweat and changed into fresh clothes.

He kept the small jar of the medicine in his jeans pocket, he needed to take it every three hours and feared the repercussion of not adhering to it. After the shower, he returned Kagami's room to pack his stuff. Kagami cooked egg fried rice for them — average portion for Kuroko and large one for the redhead. They chatted and made last minute preparations, until the clock struck 8 A.M. Kuroko took another capsule before they left the house, just in case.

Kagami had booked them tickets for the bullet train, and he'd phoned a cab to come by the neighbourhood, due to Kuroko's condition. He was grateful — and had insisted on paying half of both fares. Kuroko had saved up his allowances for this trip. He couldn't let Kagami pay for everything; Kuroko had his own pride. He adamantly refused to depend too much on the redhead, and Kagami relented in the end.

He didn't know whether it was because it was early Saturday morning, or because some people had started locking themselves up for the Heat Season, but the train car was adequately empty. They were seated in the two-seat section, Kuroko sat next to the window. Kagami had his arm around him and he urged Kuroko's head to rest on his shoulder, caressing his head lazily. There were few other passengers, mostly seated at the back rows, giving them a chance to be a little closer — which the redhead took gladly.

The ride was mostly quiet because the medicine made him drowsy, Kuroko fell asleep on Kagami's shoulder minutes into the departure.

Kagami woke him up when they arrived at the station. Kuroko was feeling dizzy again, due to sleep. They grabbed their bags and left the platform. Since the house was a bit far to reach by foot, Kagami hailed a cab outside of the station and they rode for another ten minutes or so.

When they opened the passenger door, Kuroko was pleasantly surprised at the sight of the house. It was bigger than Kuroko's own home — surrounded by high concrete walls with a pair of wide, wooden panels as front gates. Behind the walls, was a rather big Japanese style two-story house. Kuroko looked around and saw the wall stretched out quite far, disappearing in an intersection. The neighbourhood seemed to be quiet and sparse of people, presumably a suburb housing district.

The redhead joined him after he'd paid the cab — Kuroko paid half the fare — fishing out his cellphone from his jeans pocket.

"I haven't been here for years, I told the caretaker we'll be using it for a while. Hope it's not too dirty in there." He pressed the phone to his ear.

They waited a few shorter minutes, then the gate opened up. A small, middle-aged man named Kobayashi stepped out and greeted them with a bow. He and Kagami chatted for a bit, he handed a bunch of keys to Kagami after a while. Kuroko waited on the sides silently, until the redhead returned, dangling the keys in hand.

"He called the cleaning service last Wednesday. Also, Kobayashi-san stocked up the pantry and the heat room for us. We don't have to go shopping anymore, ain't that neat?" He told Kuroko with a wide, happy grin.

Kuroko stared at him blankly. But didn't that mean the caretaker knew they were going to — Kuroko shook his head. He tried very hard not to think too much about it, another headache would be one too many things to deal with right now. Kagami, on the other hand, seemed blissfully unaware of his inner predicament.

The caretaker's knowing smile really didn't help the situation, at all.

Kobayashi told them goodbye and to enjoy their stay — Kuroko flinched at the latter — before he left the two alone. Hiding his own embarrassment, Kuroko followed Kagami into the estate with his head ducked down.

"I haven't been here since we moved to America! It's been a while!" Kagami exclaimed, throwing his huge body down onto the bed. He bounced on the mattress, stretching out his limbs and groaning in satisfaction.

Kuroko lowered his bag down, by the wardrobe, and avoided looking at the bed — opted to look around the room instead. Despite the traditional exterior, the house itself was furnished with modern furniture and had several western rooms. The master bedroom they were presently in, was huge, with a beautiful interior and a king-sized bed at the center, with an attached bathroom and a walk-in closet. The arrangements were astoundingly stylish, clean and tasteful, and not at all looked like its traditional outer appearance.

"Mom's an interior designer. She redid the house three years ago, when she had some big projects here in Japan." Kagami explained, as if to answer a question Kuroko had in his mind. Now he was sitting at the edge of the bed, stripping off his white and black bomber jacket.

Kuroko snorted. He wondered just how could Kagami read him so well? Even Midorima, who'd known him longer, couldn't achieve that.

"Kuroko, c'mere." Kagami waved at him to come closer.

He obliged, walking over the room until he was standing in front of the redhead. Kagami spread his arms and grinned, urging him to step closer. Kuroko did, and Kagami wrapped his arms around him, hugging his legs and hips, the redhead rested his cheek on his belly. Kuroko felt it was a good thing he'd taken off his jacket beforehand; the zipper would be uncomfortable against Kagami's face.

Kagami hummed low, the vibrations tickled him a bit. "You don't have to take the meds anymore, tonight." He whispered, gaze lifted to look at Kuroko.

Kuroko flushed lightly.

" … yes, I know." Was all he could say.

Kagami did mention that he would be in heat soon, as well. He recalled the memories of the redhead hovered over his naked body, and the skillful fingers that made him come, it roused certain instincts from the depths of his mind. Small swirls of lust seeped through the gaps of the wall built by the Suppressant medicine. Just like how it occurred that morning, the heat started rising up again from the pit of his belly. He vaguely realized he hadn't taken another capsule in a while.

"Kagami-kun," He said, bringing a hand to the back of the Kagami's head. He played with the dark red strands with his fingers. At his call, the redhead looked up at him again. Kuroko gingerly caressed his hair and inhaled deeply.

"Given the choice of who I'd prefer to give myself to, I'd want it to be you." He admitted, feeling the flush of heat gather in his cheeks.

For a split second, Kuroko saw Kagami's eyes flickered from red to golden, only for them to change back to normal. He stared at Kuroko with such a deep, arduous desires, he shivered under the intensity. Kagami's scent thickened, musky and alluring — tempting him. The scent of the heavy seed's pheromone pulled out the hidden bestial instincts with a strong, brusque force, Kuroko found himself giving into the sensations, he felt the heat sweeping him away.

He could feel the haze of lust, still behind the barrier wall, clawing at the protective surface, wanting to penetrate it. And Kuroko was more than willing to let it in and took over him, to drive him up the wall with the fever and illicit passion.

But Kagami looked away, clearing his throat and loosening his grip around Kuroko.

"We… we should eat. It's lunch time, you must be hungry." He said, his voice calm and steady. He stood up and pushed Kuroko away gently by the shoulders, then wordlessly strode towards the entrance door.

"I'll be — I'll be downstairs in the kitchen. To cook. Find me there if you need anything." He said, back to Kuroko, mentioning nothing else when he left. Kuroko was still standing in the same spot, staring where Kagami had vanished.

He stared at the door, dumbfounded and stiff. He hadn't understood even after a few seconds passed by. Then, abruptly, it hit him like falling bricks.

Did he … did he just get rejected by Kagami?

He sat on the bed that was bigger than what he was used to, and contemplated in silence.

He might have overestimated the situation, Kuroko concluded, after a long stretch of thinking. He tried to reason with himself, tried to figure out why Kagami had left him in the cold. It didn't make sense to him. Maybe he misunderstood the situation, Kagami — Kagami had been nothing but vocal about his desires for Kuroko. He did want Kuroko, didn't he? With the initial rejection, he started having doubts about it.

Maybe Kagami changed his mind.

Maybe he decided it was too much, after all, taking care of Kuroko and was tired of waiting until Kuroko agreed to his advances.

Maybe he decided it wasn't worth it. Kagami didn't take off his clothes last time in the health room, and he hadn't tried to touch Kuroko in that way afterwards — actually he hadn't tried anything for a while, other than what he was forced to do. No, that was wrong, there was no way Kagami was like that. He wasn't such a frivolous man. He did tell Kuroko he wanted to go slow with things. He understood Kuroko's discomfort, but that was before they came here. Kuroko tried to convince himself, but failed.

Why? Why had Kagami refused Kuroko again, here, in the right place, at the right time, why?

Could it be — Kuroko felt a lump in his throat when the idea came to his mind — that Kagami thought of getting a different partner?

He felt a surge of irrational anger bubbled up inside him.

The thought of Kagami being with someone else, doing the things he did with Kuroko, made his blood boil in fury. He could feel the dark emotions circle violently like a storm. A hurricane of blackened fervor mingled with the searing heat that had rested dormant within, sucking out all traces of logic and reason from him, in spite of himself. He could hear the animal inside him growl in anger, fangs bared and fur stood on end, instincts flared with territorial possessiveness.

He didn't think he was capable of such strong, dark emotions.

Kuroko couldn't stand it.

Before he could think, Kuroko had slammed the door open and dashed down the stairs. The house was quite big, with unfamiliar hallways and rooms, but he could find the large, joint rooms for the dining and kitchen area fairly quickly. He didn't find Kagami in the kitchen area, but noticed an adjacent door was opened, he smelled dry and raw food ingredients from that direction. The pantry. He swiftly took off and strode past the door.

Kagami was inspecting the shelves of food, surprised when Kuroko abruptly entered without warning.

"Huh? Kuroko, what are you — " He didn't get to finish the question, because Kuroko had shut him up with his lips, arms flung around Kagami's neck.

The redhead was taken aback and he stiffened into the kiss, but Kuroko wasn't going to wait — he licked Kagami's mouth and pushed persistently, nibbling his lips. Kagami suddenly snapped out of his daze, arms enclosed around Kuroko and he kissed back, fiercely returning the sentiment with a passionate finesse, tilting his jaw to deepen the kiss. They began panting heavily, tongues and saliva mingled and mixed. Their lips broke away and locked again, several times, devouring each other with intent. Their bodies flushed close, rubbing sensually.

Minutes later, they broke away a final time, Kuroko pulled away, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed hot. Kagami's face was also red, expression twisted with a mix of confusion, shock and unabashed delight. They were still panting in the aftermath, staring into each other's eyes.

"Kuroko, why did you just … ?" Kagami flustered, baffled by Kuroko's sudden boldness.

"Take me to bed." Kuroko calmly told him.

The redhead's jaw dropped.

"Wh - what?" He gaped like a fish.

Kuroko frowned. He didn't wait until his words sunk into Kagami's head, instead he grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the pantry — meanwhile Kagami was still gaping and staring wide-eyed — the redhead almost stumbled in the stairs, forcefully tugged by the insistent, shorter man. They arrived in the bedroom under a minute, Kuroko let go of his hold on Kagami only after they'd stepped inside.

Kagami still looked dumbstruck and confused, standing awkwardly by the entrance. Kuroko moved closer to the bed with his back facing the redhead, slightly unsure, before he decided since he'd already gone so far, he might as well go all the way. He tugged at the hem of his shirt, and pulled it over his head. He could hear a sharp gasp from behind him, but continued quietly. He threw the shirt down the carpeted floor and proceeded to unbutton his jeans' front, the zipper made a loud sound as he unzipped, bending over to peel them off, kicking the pants to join the shirt.

He was now in just his boxers, the last remaining article that covered his humility. Kuroko fingered the elastic hem, before he slowly pulled it downwards, knowing Kagami's gaze was locked on him — observing closely. There was a mirror on the wall across of the bed. Kuroko could see his own reflection; pale, white skin with lines of lean, slight muscle on certain parts of his thin body, his ribs apparent around the torso area. His body didn't look too masculine, despite all the harsh training he went through for Basketball — his face and jawline were soft and rounded, and his complexion was, sometimes, fairer than a girl's. But he wasn't a girl, and he wasn't attractive either. He knew he wasn't particularly desirable.

Even so, he didn't want Kagami to look for another partner.

With the removal of his last shred of clothing, he turned around to the redhead, displaying all of himself willingly, without anything to hide. He still felt the shame. A part of him yelled at him to stop and cover himself, but Kuroko ignored it. Kagami was looking at him, eyes darting up and down Kuroko's body, lips parted and body stiff. Kuroko could feel the vestiges of the medicine still holding back the lust and rush of heat, behind an imagined mental wall. He gritted his teeth. Kuroko knew, by instinct, if he wanted to seduce Kagami, he had to release everything he had — not only the outer covering.

He inhaled deeply, and unlocked the gates of his mental fortress.

He could see, from the reflection in the mirror, that his features started changing, and the wall that protected him crumbled at once. The haze of lust assaulted his mind in full blast, his body brimmed with sweltering heat almost instantaneously. His nails elongated and turned into claws, teeth slightly sharper, pressing against his lips.

The skin around his eyes pricked with a slight discomfort and his ice blue hair blanched several shades, into that of snowy white. His ears stung with a pang as they morphed and lifted from their usual positions; in a few second his ears had transformed into that of a beast with rounded peaks. A thick, white bushy tail grew out of his coccyx. He stopped the transformation then, after the heat entirely returned with a vengeance, not wanting to shape shift into a mere animal.

His breaths were hot in his throat and erratic, Kagami's scent on him was completely overwhelmed by Kuroko's own natural pheromones — increased tenfold with the effect of the heat and the release of his true form. He growled deeply, the heat swirled down and clustered in his crotch, pressuring his dick with powerful arousal. Soon it stood to full attention, flushed pink and hot, wet at the tip.

"Kagami-kun," He called out, voice thick with intent, slipping into a seductive tone. "Don't refuse me this time, please."

Kagami's red eyes flared golden, his pupils shrunk into vertical slits. Before he knew it, Kagami had pushed him into bed, the sheets puffed and rippled in large waves when Kuroko's back hit the surface of the fabric so abruptly. Kuroko looked up and saw stripes forming around the redhead's eyes, his teeth sharpened and snarls escaped his lungs, low and erratic breaths accompanied the rumbles in his voice.

"Don't. Provoke. Me." He growled, deep and forceful. Lust and conflict twisted his features. "I'm fighting the urge to fuck you right here. Right now."

Kuroko shuddered.

"I don't want you to fight it." He calmly said, even with the heated lust raging a storm within the confines of his head.

Kagami inhaled sharply, snapping his eyes shut. His hands clawed the sheets, tearing the fabric with brute force. "Kuroko, stop — stop for a bit. You're not — you're not thinking rationally right now." He'd said, despite sounding unconvinced of his own resolve.

Kuroko growled in frustration, he spread his legs and bucked his hips to Kagami's growing bulge, both groaning when their erections rubbing each other. Then he tugged the front of Kagami's shirt, annoyed at how covered the redhead was.

"I don't care. I don't want to think right. I want you." He wanted Kagami to want Kuroko, but he didn't say it out loud.

Kagami growled long and deep, throaty quivers slipped out between his fangs. He pulled away from Kuroko only to strip off his shirt, nearly tearing it in half, a large rip displayed at the front. Kuroko's breath hitched faster, his gaze swallowed in the sight of Kagami's exposed body, taking in the impossibly beautiful, muscular torso with greed. Kagami kept his ring necklace on, it dangled in mid-air as he bent over Kuroko.

Kuroko's hands reached out to Kagami's shoulders, mapping the shape of his biceps and the hard curves of his arms.

He felt teeth and hands roam all over his body, Kagami's mouth left scorching brands of bites and nips along his sensitive, lust-ridden skin. Kuroko moaned loudly when Kagami bit his nipple and suckled hard, his hands spread Kuroko's legs wider and lifted them up to settle on broad shoulders, coarse palms caressing the inner of his thighs, torturously. Kuroko's dick twitched with short jerks, abandoned, and throbbing painfully.

"Kagami-kun, oh, hhhnnn — " His lips quivered, head tossed and eyes shut, fingers clutching at red hair.

"I've always wanted to do this. I never get to enjoy your body — and there you are, in front of me. In my arms, but I wasn't allowed to touch; not yet, not that place, don't touch too much — so many restrictions. You can't imagine what a torture it was for me." Kagami whispered against his skin, his lips moved down his belly, tongue making wet trails.

" — all of you, naked for me, in the bathroom, then at school — you were so tempting — and I had to hold back every damn time. Don't you know it drove me insane?"

Kuroko almost screamed when his cock was suddenly engulfed in an intensely wet warmth — Kuroko glanced down and stared wide-eyed at the sight of Kagami, his dick disappeared into the redhead's oral cavity. Kagami sucked on the head, the flat of his tongue trailed along the vein of his shaft and teased the slit with short flicks of the tip, reducing Kuroko into a mess of wails and whimpers. Kuroko forced a hand to cover his mouth, another balling into a fist in Kagami's hair.

"Kagami — ah, ah, aah. Don't suck so hard — !" He felt like coming, but he didn't want to yet, it was too soon. He still wanted more of Kagami.

A hand replaced the mouth, and Kagami continued jerking his cock, his lips left to nip and kiss Kuroko's thigh. He breathed in deeply and nosed around the area of his crotch — where the scent had the strongest musk. Kuroko resisted the urge to throw his head back in pleasure, biting back a loud, arduous moan. His throat echoed with a dragged out, high-pitched whine instead.

"No, Kagami-kun, I'll come." He gasped hoarsely, attempting to push away Kagami's hand that was jerking his shaft in fast strokes.

The redhead chuckled, sucking a spot on the sensitive, tender flesh of his inner thigh, purposely leaving his marks. "So come. I'll just continue enjoying myself here."

Kagami stroked him twice more, Kuroko coming the first time, he spurted hard all over his belly, arching his back and stifling a groan. Kagami pulled his hand away and took him in his mouth again, his dick pumped out the remains of his load into the redhead's mouth, and Kagami suckled eagerly, licking him clean. Kuroko watched dazedly as Kagami dragged his tongue to lave his shaft, his hand aimlessly spreading the whitish substance on his stomach.

"Please don't do that." Kuroko uttered shyly. His body shook when he was hard again in Kagami's mouth, realizing he couldn't squirm his legs with Kagami settled in between them. The haze of lust heightened to a new level, fuelled by the heavy seed's pheromones. He felt light-headed, Kagami's scent was getting heavier and stronger, strengthening the heated desires within him.

"I like tasting you." Kagami boldly admitted. He withdrew and moved up, hovering above Kuroko, a wide grin on his face.

Kuroko flushed under his gaze. "You sound like you want to eat me, Kagami-kun."

"That's right. I want to eat you up, so you'd be all mine — nobody else can have you."

Kagami returned to claim his lips again. Kuroko wound his arms around the redhead's neck, kissing him back just as ardently. Their fangs clanked against each other, tongues mingling. Kuroko groaned into the kiss when he felt a hand on his dick again, pumping him. Kuroko tentatively glanced down at the bulge on Kagami's crotch. Kagami hadn't come once and was still wearing his jeans. He tugged at the redhead by his hair, forcefully breaking their kiss.

"You're still wearing your jeans. Take them off, please." He pointed out, pouting.

Kagami laughed, but obliged willingly.

He pushed himself off the bed to strip off his jeans — Kuroko sat and waited. His heart rate accelerated when he had a close look at Kagami's cock for the first time, fully hard and standing impressively. He knew Kagami was big before, but when it hardened, it was huge. Kagami was long and thick, tan like the rest of him but now darkened red with arousal — he wasn't sure if his hand could fully wrap around Kagami's dick, but Kuroko knew he was probably exaggerating.

"Don't stare so much, I'll get embarrassed." Kagami said, face red, scratching the back of his head.

Kuroko swallowed the lump that gathered in the back of his throat. He flushed. "Will it fit? I mean, inside me. "

The redhead stiffened. "Do you want it to?"

" … yes."

Kagami took a sharp intake of air, a hand over his face. His dick was twitching visibly, as if it had a mind of its own. "Fuck, I almost lost it — you really need to stop provoking me, Kuroko. I'll seriously attack you."

Kuroko frowned, irritated. He bounced on the mattress, to sit on the edge of the bed, just inches away from the redhead.

"And I'm telling you, I don't want you to fight it." He said.

He stayed still and unsure for a moment, before he decided mentally, fingers reaching for Kagami's erection. He heard a stifled groan when he wrapped his digits around the hot shaft. It was thick but it fit snugly in his palms, even if he couldn't wrap his hand in a full circle around it. He gave an experimental stroke, mesmerized with the way it jerked and jumped in his hold.

"Shit — wait. Stop." Kagami put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him away. Kuroko halted his movement. "You're so shy and innocent usually, but sometimes you say and do the boldest things — the difference is confusing." He said, scratching the back of his head.

Kuroko huffed. "Kagami-kun, I'm a man too. I get curious … about these things." He stated, matter-of-factly. "I'm still unaccustomed to this, and I can't help but be embarrassed when you do unexpected things, like what you just did to me, with — with your mouth." He flushed red and lowered his gaze, suddenly feeling adequately shy when he realized what he was doing. He withdrew his hands and kept it tucked over his lap.

"It's just that I, I wish to see Kagami-kun feel good, too. I don't want to be the only one feeling pleasure." He admitted, his fingers fiddling idly on his lap. He braved himself to look the redhead in the eye. "Kagami-kun, didn't you say you want to eat me? … then please, do so."

Kagami bit his lip.

The silence only stretched for a few seconds, before the redhead opened his mouth. "… get on your hands and knees, face down. I'll prep you first."

Kuroko thought about it and scooted onto the center of the bed. He flipped himself over and tried out the position, hands and knees on the bed sheet, on all fours. But soon found he grew more anxious the longer he stayed that way. Kagami was hovering above him from behind, his shadow fell on to white sheets. He held his hips when Kuroko went rigid and tense, which didn't go unnoticed by the redhead.

"Kuroko, what's wrong?" A question came from his back, close to his ear.

"I — I don't think I like this — this position."

It screamed of submission, Kuroko thought. It felt foreign, detached and cold, as if a stranger was touching him. He hated the way it made him seem vulnerable and weak, small. Submissive. He couldn't see Kagami this way, and it made him anxious.

"I can't see you, Kagami-kun. I don't like it." He whispered against the bed sheets, his claws balled into fists, quivering.

He heard a low, guttural sound from behind him.

Kuroko let out a surprised yelp when he was suddenly flipped over, now lying on his back instead. He blinked several times. Kagami leaned down and kissed him softly. "We'll do it the way you want it." He whispered, hot breath caressed Kuroko's cheeks.

The redhead urged him to put his hands on his shoulders, and it made Kuroko feel much better as he could feel Kagami's body heat through the tips of his fingers, soothing him.

He dazedly stared at Kagami's body, sculpted finely with muscles and captivating curves of flesh. He couldn't resist the temptation to slide his hands from Kagami's shoulders, trailing his fingers along the dark stripes — his palms slicked with sweat beaded on tan skin — down to the protruding bones and the dips of Kagami's collarbone. He stared, enthralled. Kagami's body was perfect — as a man and an athlete. He leisurely caressed lower, to the redhead's masculine pecks, feeling the skin with the palm of his hands. His gaze went down to the rippled abs of Kagami's stomach, throat suddenly parched.

"You like my body?" Kagami teased, chuckling softly.

Kuroko made a sigh of approval. "Yes, Kagami-kun. You're so … different from me." He said, his hand slid up and down Kagami's torso, mapping the terrains of his body in minute details.

"You can touch it all you want," Kagami leaned down and started kissing his neck. "I like your body too, Kuroko. Your skin is beautiful, and you fit perfectly in my arms, when I hold you."

"That's embarrassing…"

The redhead laughed. "Said the guy who came onto me. The sun's still high, yet you still went and seduced me."

He flushed furiously. "That's because Kagami-kun was — "

He moaned when Kagami sucked on thin layer of skin, where a blood vein ran under it. And a hand roamed over the dried mess on his belly. "I was what?"

Kuroko gasped, trying to regain his composure to speak properly. "I thought you didn't want me anymore…"

Kagami stopped, pulling back and giving him an incredulous look. "That's fucking ridiculous. Where did you get that idea?" He blurted in disbelief.

Kuroko felt heat rushing up his cheeks, he averted his gaze, feeling ashamed. "Because — because you refused me. Back at school, and earlier."

He heard a heavy sigh being drawn, he glanced up and saw Kagami was ducking his head, scratching the back of his nape.

"I was trying to be considerate. I didn't want to look like I want to take advantage of your condition. I already told you that. I can't believe you thought — I always want you, okay? Anytime, anywhere. Just so we're clear. I'm not exactly hiding it." He cupped Kuroko's jaw and looked into his eyes. "I want you more and more everyday, Kuroko, especially now. Get it?"

Kuroko's heart beat loudly in his ears, chest tightened. He could only nod.

The redhead grinned.

"Good. I'm gonna show you, exactly what I mean."

His breath hitched faster, and the lust came back to him at once, when Kagami's hand took hold of the base of his cock, stroking it back to full hardness. He mewled, head tossing about, moaning Kagami's name. It was the second time, yet he felt like coming again. He bit his lip and scraped his claws on Kagami's shoulder, — he scored trails of welts there — he didn't want to come so fast.

"Aah, ah — Kagami-kun, wait. What about — what about you?" He distracted himself from the need to come, half-lidded gaze glanced at Kagami's stiff shaft.

Kagami made a noncommittal grunt.

" 's okay. When I come, it'll be because I'm inside you." The lustful desire shone in golden feline eyes made Kuroko gulp unconsciously.

Kuroko could feel his legs were spread to the limit of their capability, and he flushed with deep embarrassment, when Kagami pulled away and just stared, hands holding up his legs to keep them apart. Unlike on the court, where he was loudly passionate and brash, the kind of predation Kagami showed now was silent, unabashed and deeply arousing. Kuroko's dick trembled, earning a chuckle from the redhead. A hand slid down from his thigh and Kuroko could feel something nudged at his back entrance.

Kagami's eyes widened, jaw dropping.

"Fuck — you're wet here. How's that possible?" He growled, tone husky. He looked shocked, face twisted in a mix of fascination and confusion.

"I — I don't know." Kuroko uttered, suddenly felt the need to hide. He did feel a strange wetness coming out of his backside, but he had thought it was his come dripping down that area. He didn't think it was — he didn't get it, he wasn't a girl, how could he get wet? Was it normal, when in heat? He didn't know what to say. He never heard of this kind of thing in his lifetime.

The redhead dipped a finger in, and unlike the first time, it went in smoothly, without much resistance. Kagami cursed under his breath, his stripes darkening and jaw clenching. His scent burned deeper and muskier. Kuroko could see the tiger floating over him, swaying and staring down at him with a predatory glare, as if Kuroko was his prey.

"It's so… soft. And fuck, it's hot." Kagami muttered, in disbelief and increased wonder. "It wasn't like this yesterday. You couldn't have fingered yourself, I was watching over you, you were sleeping all the time. I'd smell it on you, if you did. How does this happen?" He clucked his tongue, the finger went in and out with ease. His feline eyes stared with visible amazement.

He shook his head in response, too ashamed and confused to say anything more. Kuroko started feeling an itch growing inside of him, his body burning up with Kagami's touch. His head hazy with lust.

When Kagami added another finger and dug deep inside of him, Kuroko intuitively cried out. His back arched in a violent jolt and head thrown back, and he spilled a second time with a long, throaty groan. The mess splattered across his torso, all the way to his chest. Kagami blinked, eyes widened and mouth hung agape. Kuroko threw an arm over his eyes, his complexion flushed deep red and skin heated with shame. He felt like he wanted to crawl into a hole and hide there.

" … shit!"

Kagami's warmth left him, and Kuroko was suddenly too cold. He peeked from under his arm and saw Kagami go over to the bedside table, opened the top drawer and fished out a small bottle. He returned quickly, the lid of the bottle clicked open and a generous amount of its content poured into his hand — transparent liquid that looked slippery. Kuroko watched as Kagami stroke himself, coating the sleek substances all over his cock, from the head down to the base. He was panting erratically, hisses escaped his lips as he stroked his dick urgently, eyes locked onto Kuroko's soiled sex.

Seconds later, he closed the gap between them, hands reaching for and holding up Kuroko's thighs. He settled himself in between the spread legs, urging Kuroko to wrap them around his waist. "Hold on to me." He rasped, gaze heavy with lust. Kuroko felt a sharp chill climbing up his spines, and he nodded, positioning his calves to twist around Kagami's waist and tangle over his back, his hands clutching muscular shoulders. He could feel the head of Kagami's cock nudge against his hole, and Kuroko took several deep inhales, bracing himself.

He heard Kagami breathe deeply, and Kuroko gasped when something bigger than fingers started spreading him apart from the rims, intruding his entrance at a snail's pace. It was hot and hard, he felt a dull ache sting him from below, it wasn't too much — but it was very uncomfortable. His breathing was uneven now, claws scraping against tan skin. He shut his eyes when Kagami slowly entered past the rims, halfway inside, hearing a deep, lustful groan came from above him.

He opened his eyes and saw Kagami was clamping his eyes shut, face twisted in pleasure and soft moans escaped his lips. He was breathing heavily, jaw clenching and face dripping with sweat. He looked sexy, lost in the midst of pleasure, inside of Kuroko. This was the first time Kuroko saw such alluring expression on the tiger, it made him preen with pride, to have been the cause of it. He felt a strong urge to see more.

Kagami stopped on his track, a quarter way before he sheathed fully inside.

"Kuroko… are you alright? I can go in pretty smoothly, but, how are you?" Kagami asked, voice husky and golden eyes flared open, slightly disoriented.

"I — I feel fine, Kagami-kun. There is discomfort and some pain, but — I'm alright." Kuroko said, breathing slowly, due to the pressure from his backside.

Kagami was huge, it was difficult to get used to his size. The dull ache still stung him, but Kuroko could handle pain better than most people. They waited for a short while, until Kuroko grew used to the foreign feelings of being intruded. When he tried to shift into a more comfortable position, he earned a pleasured gasp from the redhead. In the same time, he whimpered and saw white, feeling Kagami moved in him, brushing against a sensitive spot.

"Don't do that. I'm trying hard not to slam myself into you and fuck you senseless." Kagami warned, fangs bared, his gaze flashed with carnal ardor. The stripes on his skin fluttered, colour flickering between darker and lighter shades.

It took several breaths for Kuroko to recover from the initial sensation.

"You can move now, Kagami-kun. You can do whatever you want." Kuroko breathed out, feeling the pleasure building up bit by bit behind the pain. The itch grew stronger, knowing Kagami was deep inside of him, but still not moving. The redhead was hot and hard and felt good, because of Kuroko. The feeling elated him.

Kagami growled, he jerked his hips experimentally, irregular at first, before setting a pace.

When he started hitting the same spot, Kuroko began spilling moans and gasps. "Haa — ! Kagami-kun, oh, ooh, — " Kuroko could feel his inner thigh muscles spasm. He mewled and moaned loudly as Kagami rutted into him slow and steady, scraping his insides and hitting that spot repeatedly. His arm wound around Kagami's neck and fingers balled in red hair, another went under Kagami's shoulder to settle on his back, clawing bright red marks along the curve of flesh there.

"Hmm," Kagami hummed, lips stretched into a wide grin as he sped up, pistoling in and out with a fast, staccato rhythm. "Good?" He asked, teasingly.

Kuroko was being rapidly reduced to a mess of incoherent babbles, mouth hanging agape with constant moaning and gasping. Spit bounced out when he spoke, dripping down his chin.

"Y — yes! Ah, ah, aah — feels good — " He arched his back with a jolt when Kagami rammed in particularly hard, his knees shaking from the impact.

Kuroko didn't know if it was because of the heat that he was enjoying his first time having sex so much — he had heard it would hurt and it did, but the pleasure overcame the pain rather quickly. His body was so achingly sensitive and lustful, everything Kagami did to him was more than enough to compensate the discomfort.

His crotch was growing heavy with pressure, his dick had recovered its vitality, stiffening and leaking at the tip, bobbing about with their erratic pace. Kagami moved inside of him, bigger and harder than before, driving him up the wall with the intensity of the heat. Pre-come began beading at the slit of his dick, minuscule drops flying off with each thrust and mixing with the sleek coat of sweat on pale skin.

"Kagami-kun, Kagami-kun," Kuroko moaned the name repeatedly as he clawed the redhead's back, feeling Kagami convulsed inside him every time he did. He learned that Kagami liked it when Kuroko called his name, with his voice breaking in the heat of the moment. He loved listening to the indecent noises Kuroko made.

"Fuck, Kuroko!" Kagami cursed as he held Kuroko's hips tightly, his entire body glistened in sweat and beads of it dripped from his hair. His face scrunched up with focus. "You're so fucking sexy. I want to slam into you so hard, I don't want to stop." He growled out, sounding more and more beastly than humane. Kuroko could feel the sharp claws digging into his hips, holding him in place as Kagami rutted into him faster.

"I — aahh — I don't mind," Kuroko tried to say, voice slipping into whimpers soon afterwards. It was difficult to form coherent words at this point, and he was too far gone to care.

"You. Shouldn't. Provoke. Me." Kagami barked, eyes wild and flared with a burning flame. He jerked his hips harder and faster as if making a point, making Kuroko moan, his own hips snapping to meet Kagami's demanding thrusts. The bed creaked violently beneath them. The room was filled with the pleasured noises they made, skin slapped against skin created wet, obscene sounds, evidence of their passionate lovemaking.

In the midst of the haze of lust, Kuroko noticed how Kagami's pheromones had increased by several folds. His body brimmed with sweltering heat and he had a dazed look on his face, driven mad with lust. The strong, masculine scent assaulted Kuroko's senses, and his body responded willingly, becoming even more sensitive and prone to pleasure.

Kagami was in heat.

The realization became an arousing incentive for him, Kuroko couldn't resist the urge to start kissing and biting at Kagami's neck, his legs wrapped more tightly around his waist, so Kagami could go in deeper. The redhead groaned loudly when Kuroko nipped and sucked, his thrusts became more erratic and desperate. Kuroko could feel Kagami was close, he was convulsing madly inside of him, eager for a release. He detached a hand from Kagami's back to stroke his own shaft, needing to come.

"Shit! I'm gonna — " Kagami exclaimed and tried to pull away, realizing after he'd withdrawn five inches that he couldn't pull out completely due to Kuroko's hold on him. He bared his fangs and came, hard and long, gushing into Kuroko's insides and filling him up within seconds.

Kuroko gasped loudly when he felt something hot spilling into him, Kagami's dick was still hard and hot, the sensation drove him off the edge and he came as well, spurting onto his stomach for the third time. He threw his head back and rode the explosive orgasm — the most intense he had so far. His hands vacated from Kagami's back to drop onto the bed limply, legs untangled, his chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths. He felt spent and boneless.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, Kuroko. I didn't mean to come inside. Shit — I forgot the condom like an idiot!" He whimpered when Kagami pulled out of him, his head lolled up to stare at the redhead absent-mindedly. He could feel something drip out of his ass. Kagami looked both horrified and gratified, at the same time.

"Why?" He asked, genuinely curious.

The redhead looked at him incredulously, still panting heavily. "What do you mean, why? It's polite not to, and it's troublesome to clean up afterwards. I don't carry any diseases, but your stomach'll hurt if we leave it alone. I'll go fetch a wet towel to clean you up."

Kuroko glanced down to the redhead's crotch. "You're still hard." He stated bluntly, looking up at Kagami again. "Kagami-kun, you're in heat, aren't you?"

"J — just leave it alone, I'll take care of it the bathroom. You should rest."

He huffed, it was true that while he might not have much stamina, Kuroko wasn't one to give up on a game until it was over. He brought his hands to hold up his legs, propping himself up by the elbows and spreading his thighs apart. He could see Kagami went rigid from the corner of his eyes, gaze locked onto Kuroko's form. Kuroko inhaled and gathered his wits, he focused until he could feel his pheromones started getting stronger again, he looked Kagami in the eyes, legs opened up seductively.

"Kagami-kun, please don't hold back. I am not made of glass." He detached a hand and began stroking his own dick, hissing as renewed vitality bouncing back as if he hadn't come three times in a row, getting hard yet again. Being in heat made it seem like Kuroko was built for the purpose of sex. It was strangely intriguing, he thought to himself, pumping his dick and giving Kagami a graphic view.

It wasn't long before Kagami pushed him down again, face red with a lust-crazed look. Kuroko yelped when he felt fingers prodding his soiled hole, scooping out what was inside. He shuddered with faint quivers, biting back a moan. "Kuroko, you're asking for this. Don't blame me when it's over." Kagami snarled deeply, licking and biting at his ears.

Unexpectedly, Kuroko laughed, circling an arm around the redhead's neck. "Kagami-kun, when will you realize that I want this, too?"

Kagami flushed a deep red in response.

They did it again a second time, this time Kagami insisted on wearing a condom — Kuroko didn't mind. He was still hard but mostly exhausted, so when Kagami came again, and made Kuroko come, the latter fell asleep soon after.

When he woke up, Kuroko realized he'd been cleaned and clothed in a bathrobe — the bed sheets were changed, too. Kagami was nowhere to be found.

Kuroko felt sore and drowsy, when he tried to sit, a sharp pain shot up his spine and he yelped, clutching at his throbbing backside. So this was what they said about the aftermath of sex, the soreness and the dull ache were quite something. He tried not to move too much — sitting alone was apparently a chore. Before he knew it, his stomach started grumbling and Kuroko realized how starved he was.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and it was already afternoon, 05:10 P.M., they had arrived around 2 and he hadn't eaten anything for lunch. They had sex for quite a long time as well, he recalled, and Kuroko just fell asleep right after, from the exertion. No wonder he was so hungry. Kuroko felt a heated flush rushed to his cheeks, at the memory.

It looked like the heat had cooled down for now, but he was sure it would come back as soon as he regained his energy and filled his stomach. He could feel the lust was staying at bay. He also wondered where Kagami had gone to. Deciding his next move, Kuroko crawled out of the bed — his knees were like jelly and were shaking involuntarily, but it wasn't too much that he'd fall from it. He reached for the wall for support and maneuvered himself to the bathroom, needing to wash his face.

It took longer than usual, but he managed to enter the bathroom without stumbling awkwardly. There was a large mirror stretched out above the sink and Kuroko realized he was still transformed into his were form, although his tail had vanished some time ago, he couldn't recall. His ears were still that of bestial shape, his hair snowy white and eyes, icy blue with enlarged irises, the area around his eyes darkened like he was wearing black eyeliner. He hadn't seen this form for years.

A white fox. Just like his grandmother was.

He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. He withdrew everything back into the mental fortress of his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he found his features had turned back into that of a complete human. He grabbed the water faucet and twisted, washing his face with the fresh liquid. He wondered if he should change clothes, too. The clothes he was wearing before had been mysteriously moved and hung by the bathroom door, presumably by Kagami.

Kuroko decided to change, after all. He stripped off the robe, stopped in his track and was dumbstruck when he saw bruises and marks, covering his entire body, they were on his back, arms, torso, even his crotch area and legs. Teeth marks, welts, hickeys and nail scores of varying shapes and sizes, were particularly clustered in shameful areas like his neck, crotch and thighs. He looked like he had been making love with a beast, not a human.

Kuroko couldn't resist the urge to facepalm.

Oh, he should've known.

Thinking about it too much made his head hurt, and Kuroko was too tired, hungry and sore, to be upset. So he ignored it, and threw his shirt and jeans on. At least with them on, he couldn't see most of the marks — except for the obvious ones on his neck. He wouldn't be able to go outside with those. It was a good thing he'd packed up some concealers just in case, Kuroko sighed deeply.

When he left the bathroom, a delicious smell wafted in the air. Kuroko went downstairs — slowly and carefully — and found Kagami was cooking in the kitchen. The fragrance of freshly cooked meals made his mouth water and his stomach growl viciously. Rubbing his tummy, Kuroko walked into the dining area, Kagami noticed his presence almost immediately.

"Hey, you okay? Sorry I left you alone, I was hungry." He greeted, grinning ear to ear, looking radiant and unusually energetic. He was expertly stir-frying a bunch of vegetables and meat in a large pan, the ingredients rolled and mixed evenly in mid-air, as he flipped the pan like a pro.

"I'm alright. Just a bit sore." Kuroko said. He didn't want to reveal how sore he really was, masculine pride still intact.

Kagami just hummed his response, too busy with cooking. "Just sit over there and I'll be done in a minute. We'll eat together."

Kuroko looked at the big dining table. He pulled out one of chairs nearest to him and sat. A jolting ache immediately shot up his spine and he grimaced soundlessly, he ducked his head until his forehead touched the cool wooden surface. Kagami was oblivious and was humming an unknown song happily, cooking with gusto.

Kuroko rubbed his backside miserably. He wondered how he'd survive the week, without actually dying.

TBC.