Pairing: Kirisaki Daiichi/Kuroko and any combination of the team
Word Count: 5,308 Words
Hanamiya's lips, teeth, and tongue were as sharp and stimulating as the words that flowed through them. Everything about the Captain of Kirisaki Daiichi was rough. Red hickies from that demanding mouth, bruises and cuts by those strong, possessive hands, and his hips were so aggressive that Hanamiya was practically fucking Kuroko through his uniform.
The phantom groaned, his hand reaching for Hanamiya's hair and pulled the dark-haired teen's head away from his shoulder to force another kiss between them. Makoto shivered in delight at his hair being pulled roughly, moaning even louder when the younger crushed their lips together to the point their teeth made an ugly clang and it echoed through their skulls. Makoto slinked a slippery hand under Tetsuya's left knee, lifting up the slender limb to wrap it around his waist. Kuroko mewed when Hanamiya thrust hard against him, feeling his body instinctively rise and desire for something he could not describe other than more. The ebony-haired ace looked down at his prey; pale skin red and marred with his touch, proving that no matter how angelic, fragile, and beautiful someone was, once they have captivated you and you break them in, they become another human being just like you. Makoto left those sensuous, swollen lips, grazing his teeth against them to make them red and almost bleeding. Kuroko whimpered prettily, sending an uncomfortable shudder down Hanamiya's spine. The Uncrowned King bit down on the exposed collar bone as revenge.
The phantom of Kirisaki Daiichi did not leave his Captain and Coach unscarred. As soon as Hanamiya discarded his heavy jacket, the shadow shifted his hands from the long, messy locks and clawed through the shirt to grip Hanamiya's back. The Uncrowned King hissed and glared up at the Miracle boy. Those actions earned a hard clamp on the transparent teen's nipple. The ghostly teen gasped and thrust his chest forward into those tough, merciless teeth. Wanting to punish the other instead of giving him even more pleasure, Hanamiya swirled his tongue delicately around the abused flesh. He grinned when he heard Kuroko whine at the lack of stimulation and struggled under the point guard's touch. It was amusing to feel those slim legs tremble and how the pleasure would have made the dazed boy fall to the ground in frustration had the elder man not caught the shadow in time and swung those pale, slender legs over his shoulders. The youngest regular felt ticklish kisses down his abdomen, sighing disappointedly that the Captain was going to tease him further. The devious basketball player was truly a sadist. When those teeth did gently scrape against his navel, Kuroko threw his head back against the lockers and moaned out the Uncrowned King's name. Hearing his name made Makoto feel euphoric, but he was just getting started with the team's rookie.
Hanamiya used his left hand to force the younger man against the wall of lockers, while his sneaky, right hand wrapped its fingers around Kuroko's hard cock. The freshman gasped, not used to the sensation and tried to buck up for more, but the larger man's strength held him back from creating more stimulation. The Captain of Kirisaki Daiichi smirked and blew a cool breath against the heated groin, reveling in the sight of Tetsuya's inner thighs quaking by the simple action. The former, Teiko trump card was not lying when he said he was inexperienced. Makoto did it again, finding it just as amusing as the first time. Kuroko hunched over, a few tears of frustration fell from the corners of his eyes. The invisible man was in terrible pain; he needed release, something to make this unbearable tension cease. Hanamiya kneeled down and bent forward, the distance between the devious, smirking lips and the transparent teen's throbbing dick was lessening. Kuroko locked eyes with Hanamiya as the sadist poked his tongue out and slowly dragged it along the length of the hardened flesh. It was so blinding, euphoric, and intense that Tetsuya could only let out a silent scream. Finding the reaction pleasing, Makoto did it again, moving in a more fluid motion. He saw the younger male close his eyes in bliss and his chest heaved deeply. It was gratifying seeing the blank face losing control and unable to regain it. Wanting to push the sky-blue teen even closer to the edge, the elder slid his sinful lips around the bulbous head of Kuroko's erection. The rough, slick tongue swirled around the tip, the full lips curled into a grin when he felt those strong thighs spasm uncontrollably against his shoulders.
"Makoto-san… ah god!" Kuroko finally gasped. Putting this smaller teen to the brink sent more of a rush to Hanamiya than any drug he and the others took in a dirty, back alley. The dark-haired man increased suction, producing more friction for the person underneath him. Slowly, Makoto pulled back until his lips were barely kissing the tip. Without any warning, the point guard sucked down until half of Kuroko's cock was almost all the way inside his hungry mouth. His dick being plunged into the hot cavern made Tetsuya cry out, and his hands tried clenching at the metal lockers desperately to steady himself. The slippery roof of the older man's mouth and the vice-like suction made the invisible, sixth man go insane. Makoto pulled back slowly once again, only to shove the whole length back in. The devious man repeated this process, building up the rhythm and the volume of Kuroko's moans. Hanamiya wanted to make sure he timed this right, to bring the other to a peak he did not know was possible only to pull away and make the phantom come to him for the rest. Kuroko twitched and groaned under the second year, his sensitive body unsure how much he could take. Every time he thought that it was too much, the bad boy of basketball flooded the shadow with more than he could imagine. His throat was becoming raw due to his screams as the ebony-haired man forced him to climb higher and higher into euphoria. Makoto sped up, taking the entire thick appendage into his mouth until it touched the back of his throat. As much as the devious, bad boy hated to admit, the friction between Kuroko's cock and the buds on his tongue felt heavenly, making Hanamiya crave for more. It was perfect timing when he felt Kuroko's stomach coil and clench, allowing the Uncrowned King to let go of his grip on the younger and smirk against the pale, milky thigh. A trail of drool still connected them together.
Makoto pushed both of the ghostly teen's thin legs off of him, letting Tetsuya land uncomfortably and ungracefully onto the floor, head thrown back and a complete mess. The genius Captain returned to the bench and retrieved a small tube of hand lotion. He set the tube next to him, and used his free hands to pull his pull his trousers and T-shirt off, placing them on top of his discarded jacket.
"Come here Tetsuya." Makoto purred. The bruised, scratched, and lust-daze boy got up, his legs still shaky from being hoisted over Hanamiya's legs for so long. He sat in the Captain's lap, letting their erections gently brush against each other, sending shivers of pleasure through both of them. The apparition-like teen leaned forward to nibble on his Captain's earlobe, his hands wrapped around the elder man's neck almost lovingly. If it were not for the facts, they were just horny teenagers, hyped up on basketball, in a cold, barren, locker room, and not even in their school, someone could almost mistake this as romantic. The Uncrowned King grinned as he spread the slippery substance over his right hand's fingers. Having a wanton teen sitting in his lap, completely submissive and patiently waiting for more, made Makoto think that in this moment (and all the time that he had his teammates under his control like this), his throne had been restored. "You belong to me, to this team, and you better not forget that." Hanamiya whispered as he slipped a wet finger inside Kuroko.
"Ah!" Kuroko groaned. It felt strange. It was not unpleasant; it felt nice to be filled. But the single finger wiggled against the silky walls, an odd sensation especially when they long fingernail scraped against the edge. Tetsuya breathed heavily against the ebony-haired man's ear, unsure of what was going to happen next. The slippery finger went in and out, entering in at a slightly different angle every time as if searching for something. Before Tetsuya could ask what the Captain was trying to do, the point guard's skilled finger struck the younger boy's prostate hard, making the small forward moan directly into the other's ear and his hips snapped downward to get the entirety of the finger inside him even deeper. Makoto grinned when the Generation of Miracle squeezed his appendage, striking the sensitive bundle of nerves again and happy that it produced the same, wondrous sound and made Tetsuya clench in bliss. Another finger was added. While Hanamiya wanted to do this quickly before the lotion was absorbed into his skin, he did not want to cause too much discomfort. It was not until the third finger was added to stretch his previously untouched hole did Kuroko feel pain. Even with the Coach's other hand jerking his hard, wed cock, the fingers were having a harder time pressing into the resisting muscles. They hit the prostate over and over, the stimulation finally relaxing the youngest regular of Kirisaki Daiichi's basketball team into a state of mindless pleasure. He barely felt the fourth finger slip in, becoming nothing but a groaning, whining, and wiggly mess in Hanamiya's lap. The point guard continued this ritual, making sure the tight hole could take all of his cock without making it unbearable for the shadow (Makoto was a sadist, not a rapist). Tetsuya whimpered beautifully when the lubricated digits withdrew from him, and he pounded a clenched fist against Hanamiya's shoulder in frustration. The Uncrowned King chuckled. Kuroko wanted this so badly.
He poured more lotion onto those slick fingers so he could spread the slippery substance over his cock. The phantom watched with great interest, salivating at the sight of his Captain's cock being prepared for his greed for more. He unconsciously licked his lips, not noticing how devious, seductive, and erotic he looked to the bad boy of basketball when he did so. Makoto hoped this extreme desire would fade once he fucked the younger student into oblivion. The Uncrowned King did not like how he was teetering on the edge, almost losing himself to the intense pleasure of just pleasing the boy. This was not what he did. He was supposed to make others quake under him. Once the dark-haired man was sure every centimeter was properly coated, he lifted the teal-haired teen's hips. He placed his right hand at the base of his dick, teasingly pressing it against the prepared orifice but never pushing in. In order to make sure Kuroko understood his place, he needed to be the one to put it in.
"Do it whenever you are ready to accept your fate." Hanamiya hissed. Kuroko nodded and took a deep breath. He lowered himself down, groaning loudly when the wide head breached his virgin hole. He drew back slightly and slid down, already twitching and clenching from the sheer pleasure of the friction between the thick cock and his inner walls. "Don't clench so hard. You won't get it all the way in if you keep squeezing." Makoto warned. He was also going to cum way too soon if Tetsuya kept doing this, but to voice that concern would wound his pride.
"It feels so good…" Kuroko groaned but did his best to follow the Coach's command. He relaxed and allowed his body to swallow more of the length, doing his best to not clench down until it was all in. When it was down to the base and he felt Hanamiya's hip bone jut against his bottom, the cyan-blue boy shuddered. He moved his hips in a circular motion, crying out when the wide tip struck his prostate hard. "Ah, Makoto-san… I want more…" Kuroko moaned while clamping down on the thick cock. Hanamiya smirked. He grabbed Kuroko's hips and moved them forward a bit, adjusting their position to allow deeper and harder thrusts. When he pulled away and then lurched forward, almost bruising his hip against the round, soft buttocks, Hanamiya bit down into the shoulder in front of him. Warm, wet, and tight heat surrounded his engorged cock, propelling him to mercilessly pound Kuroko's tiny hole and encouraged by the younger's flushed face and constant moans. Tetsuya learned quickly to steady himself and bounce his hips up and down, speeding up their pace to make the thick dick penetrate deeper and pierce harder against that spot inside him. Tears rolled down his cheeks again, the pleasure shaking his very being and Kuroko did not know what to do other than meet Hanamiya's hard thrusts, impaling himself onto the other's manhood until he could not get another centimeter inside. The Captain licked at the salty tears, finding them delicious.
The locker room echoed with skin slapping harshly against skin, and the groans of two, desperate, High School students wanting release. Hanamiya's well-placed thrusts were almost bruising Kuroko's abused nerves, and the younger boy's hole clenched and shuddered so tightly that it was almost painful for the dark-haired man to hammer it in at the pace they set. The second year silenced the Miracle boy, sloppily kissing the open, drooling mouth. This was so trashy, filthy, and devious, taking the first year member of the team in another school's locker room, watching his thick appendage disappear into the abused orifice, and wanting to see the phantom cum while screaming out his name. He grunted in frustration, practically lunging into the transparent teen with full force. They were so close. Kuroko could feel his muscles tightening, his stomach in knots, and heat pooling in his groin. Hanamiya could sense his own release drawing closer, unsure of how long he could last despite his great stamina for such activities. Makoto's thrusts became erratic, instead of going in and out of the hot cavern, it felt like he was going in and deeper. The repeated, pleasurable assault on his body was too much for the younger, inexperienced teen. Every muscle contracted and curled as Kuroko finally reached his peek.
He cried out the Captain's name, the declaration vibrated and echoed against every wall. It was not long afterwards that the brilliant vision of Tetsuya pushed to his limit, his flushed and marred skin amazing under the artificial light, tears of pure joy streaming down his face, and hard cock still bobbing to the rhythm of their thrusts and ejaculating hot, white fluid on their stomachs, Makoto came as well. He hissed the younger one's name, shoving himself one last time balls deep as he emptied thick ribbons of cum into the greedy hole. Kuroko twitched; he thought he was going to orgasm again from the feeling of being filled with copious amounts of thick seed. They sat there holding each other, catching their breath and unable to do anything else.
Hanamiya regained his composure and lifted the pale, bruised hips, watching his flaccid dick and some of the stringy fluid slide out. Kuroko whimpered and clenched down, wanting to retain the feeling of being filled as much as possible. The Captain grinned, knowing what the phantom of their team was trying to do. The bad boy of basketball grabbed the towel that Kuroko had used during the shower (the one he so viciously ripped out of Kuroko's hands earlier), and tossed it towards the exhausted man. The shadow of Kirisaki Daiichi sighed a thank you to the second year, wiping himself of any traces of sticky cum and sweat. As Hanamiya grabbed a towel from his bag for himself, the Uncrowned King noticed that his cellphone received a text from Hara. It just read "We'll be at the bus soon." Before he could come up with a reply, said teammate called him. Kuroko rested his head against Hanamiya's shoulders, still trying to regain his energy after the intense coitus. Hanamiya wanted to rest as well, but if he did not answer it, it would only cause more problems for them and their idiot teammates (mostly for the Captain because the others would be jealous).
"Hello?"
"Hanamiya, where are you? Where is Kuroko? Furuhashi's picky taste buds want Maji Burger, and there isn't one here in this area apparently. We'll just go to the nearest one of the way home. Now seriously, where are you guys anyways? We've been waiting on the shuttle since I texted you." Hara rambled, a little pissed for having sat in the bus for twenty minutes.
"Fine, Kuroko and I will be there. He's still tired." Hanamiya said. Kuroko felt a little bit of energy when he heard Kazuya mention Maji Burger and started dressing slowly so he could treat himself to a vanilla milkshake.
"What happened to Kuroko? Is he okay?" The voice was louder. Yamazaki must have snatched to phone from Hara. The genuine worry in the shooting guard's voice made Makoto roll his eyes. Honestly, he hated how the regulars seemed to be instantly drawn to the ghostly teen despite him having only joined less than nine weeks ago. Still, it would probably be best to not upset the attached, rambunctious teenagers with the information of their Captain just bluntly admitting to fucking Kuroko on the bench until they were both exhausted. He should probably say something about it later, but for now, he was too tired to deal with the headache of it all (having to console them that no, he did not hurt their youngest member and yes, it was done with consent, and yes, Kuroko is not as innocent as they all liked to believe).
"He's fine; the guy is just tired. He is injured you know. We'll be out soon." The point guard dismissed and hung up. The elder dressed quickly and helped fix Kuroko's messy appearance. They walked away without saying a word to each other as if they did not just have sex in the Kaijou High School locker room. Makoto stole glances at Tetsuya, who seemed content on walking straight to the bus to get some food, bandages perfectly in place, and did not seem interested in anything the Captain might have to say to the transparent teen. It was fine but odd. It was nice to not have to deal with a clingy virgin hanging onto him after they did it, but at the same time, the Miracle acted as if nothing had taken place and Hanamiya hated that he was annoyed by this. They went on the bus, Seto immediately pulling the shadow onto his bench and snuggling against him.
"Hey, don't hog our kohai!" Yamazaki yelled at the Center player.
"It is okay Yamazaki-sempai. I am used to Seto-sempai's hugs. Sometimes we meet in the library during free period, and he'll sleep next to me, holding me while I am reading." Kuroko said to calm the shooting guard, but it only seemed to make Hiroshi more possessive. Kentarou yawned and pulled the shortest member to his chest, making it so Kuroko's back was flushed against his chest and the shadow rested in between the Center player's legs. "By the way Yamazaki-sempai, thank you for earlier. I am sorry I did not say anything about it sooner." The orange-haired man grinned.
"No problem rookie, just be more careful who you try to foul next time." The ghostly teen nodded. "Hey Kuroko, you might want to text your parents that you'll be coming home late."
"Both of them are out of the country on business, and I already told my grandmother that we were going to play another school and will probably be home late." Kuroko assured.
"Now look who's bothering the kid?" The bubblegum boy smugly said to his teammate. Hiroshi blushed and mumbled an insult at Kazuya. "Besides, you should be paying attention to me. After all, we're the ones having our own special sleepover at my place since my parents are out of town. Aren't we Yamazaki?" The lavender-haired teen sighed, twirling a few strands of the shooting guard's hair around his fingers. Yamazaki wagged his eyebrows rather comically than sexually, making Kuroko wonder if Hanamiya or the others would request that of him. Was he part of their circle now for such things, or was the Captain of Kirisaki Daiichi testing the phantom? Could he say no to this arrangement? It was not that he did not like them or found them unattractive, but it still felt awkward, the idea of sleeping with any of the regulars… Kuroko decided that he would ask Hanamiya more about this later. Hiroshi pulled Kazuya towards him, forcing his tongue down the playful teen's mouth. Hara groaned like a seasoned porn star, reveling in the attention and rough treatment. Furuhashi sighed and tossed a basketball so that it bounced on both of their heads.
"Stop being so shameless. Don't have sex in front of everyone on the bus." Koujirou scolded, but everyone could tell he did it out of Kuroko's wellbeing.
"Aw, but I wanted to take advantage of the bumpy roads and pot holes…" Hara pouted and rubbed his sore head. Yamazaki glared at the dead-eyed, small forward.
"It is okay Furuhashi-sempai, I really do not mind. I was going to read or sleep anyways. We are a team and I'll eventually have to know and understand what goes on. If everyone tolerates this, I can as well." The Center player that wore the number twelve jersey said that he never gets used to Hara's trashy behavior, which made the lavender-haired boy huff.
"Let's take count of all the people that rejected my offers. Is there anyone here besides Kuroko and the bus driver that I have not had sex with?" No hands were raised among the first or second string members. "You fucking hypocrites." Kazuya retorted and sat down satisfied. Hanamiya observed his regulars, reminded of why he started drinking last year. At least he understood why Kuroko put up very little resistance and dismissed having sex with Hanamiya as just being part of the team. Still tired after the match and after his stimulating affair with the Uncrowned King, the misdirection specialist of Kirisaki Daiichi fell asleep, cuddling up against Seto Kentarou, and unaware of the first string regulars momentarily thinking how adorable he looked. "Are you sure that I can't ravish him Hanamiya? Like I said, my parents aren't home and Yamazaki and I would be gentle." The first thought that came to the Coach's mind was that the shadow did not like gentle, but censored his thoughts.
"Why don't you ask Kuroko about it Hara?" Before the bubblegum teen could celebrate his approval from Makoto, Hiroshi punched Kazuya in the shoulder.
"Idiot, how is a threesome gentle in any way? Besides, doesn't Kuroko already have a girlfriend? You know, that pink-haired girl that he spent Valentine's Day with." The shooting guard remembered with a frown. Hanamiya shook his head and finally clarified the misconceptions.
"No, the girl that we saw on Valentine's Day was his former manager at Teiko. He says they are only friends." Furuhashi noticed that Hanamiya said that with such ease as compared to his jealousy before in February (everyone was). Did something happen in the locker room? Did Makoto kiss the tired and injured teammate? "Why the hell are you staring at me?" The Coach asked Koujirou. The dead-eyed teen shrugged and swooped in for a kiss. Hanamiya immediately relaxed into the familiar touch. Furuhashi let his tongue explore his Captain's mouth, surprised to taste something familiar. It was the same taste of the vanilla candies that Kuroko kept in his bag. It was diluted with the bitter chocolate that usually resided in the stealing specialist's mouth, but there was no doubt that the two had made out in the locker room. The second year, small forward pulled away, sat back, and decided to read. He would ask the phantom about it tomorrow. The point guard shrugged; Furuhashi while quiet and generally reserved could be unpredictable when it came to affection. Still tired from everything, Hanamiya leaned back and decided to take a nap just like Kuroko and Seto.
It did not take long to get to their district, but only the first string wished to be dropped off at Maji Burger while everyone else went home. Kuroko was still a little dizzy and clung to Furuhashi's arm for support, their fingers laced securely with each other's to insure a sturdy grip. Hara pulled out his cellphone and snapped a photo of the pair of small forwards. Yamazaki leaned in to see that the lavender-haired teen added the picture to the folder titled cute basketball homos. The shooting guard wondered why the team put up with the power forward until he saw the image for the folder sexy basketball homos which was a picture of the bubblegum teen giving Hanamiya a blowjob. Right, Hara was a pervert that was damn good at what he did. Plus, he was not awful at basketball. They arrived shortly into the fast food restaurant, all of them standing up to order. Today was Kentarou's treat, even though the rookie of the ream felt uncomfortable by his sempais' generosity. Thankfully the phantom of Kirisaki Daiichi was too tired to resist a free, vanilla milkshake, and ordered one for himself in the end. They sat in the only booth large enough to accommodate all six of them, Furuhashi and Hanamiya sitting beside Kuroko again because they were the quietest members of the team (Kuroko was still sleepy). Everyone was having a great time, and a couple French fries might have gotten thrown, but Tetsuya was still pleased with his decision to join their team. They were truly a team.
Some unexpected customers strolled into the establishment. Seirin's current varsity team and their Coach walked in, and both teams froze when they locked eyes with each other. Hyuuga suddenly clenched his fists in anger while Hanamiya gave him an amused smile.
"Hello," The Uncrowned King greeted. Izuki and Riko narrowed their eyes at the fake politeness, and Mitobe and Koganei seemed unamused by the devious, bad boy of basketball's taunting. The only one who seemed confused was the newest member of the regulars, a first year with red and black hair, and crazy eyebrows. Just by looking at him, Kuroko could tell this was the power forward that reminded Kise of Aomine. "How's Kiyoshi?"
"How dare you ask that as if-"
"Oh, you're still going around and accusing me of things, aren't you four-eyes?" Hanamiya said before returning to his meal. Hyuuga was going to approach the other team but Riko held her arm out to stop him.
"Hyuuga, please control yourself." The short-haired girl said. The glasses-wearing, young man sighed and nodded.
"Who are those guys?" The red-and-black teen asked.
"People we faced before in the past Kagami." Izuki explained. So the first year's name was Kagami…
"On the subject of Kiyoshi-san, did he receive his school identification card?" Kuroko asked curiously. The Seirin members looked around for the source of the voice, only to see that there was a light-blue colored boy sitting next to Hanamiya and Furuhashi. "Hello," They jumped. Hara snickered at their predictable reaction; the poor freshman must find it tiring and unamusing though.
"How long have you been there?" Seirin's power forward asked.
"I was here the whole time." Hanamiya chuckled and swung a possessive arm around the invisible man's shoulders. Riko examined the petite, unnoticeable man, intrigued by the fact that he was wearing a varsity uniform. So Kirisaki Daiichi has a new, first year member as well…
"Oh, before I forget, yes, Kiyoshi did receive his I.D card. But the school had to issue him a new one anyways for the break soon after that. Are you the one who returned it?" Koganei asked. The cat-like boy wondered why a kind-looking kid was part of Kirisaki Daiichi's basketball team. Kuroko nodded and sipped a little of his shake before continuing the conversation.
"We had a practice match with Kaijou High School today. Kise-kun told me he was impressed by your power forward from your practice match with them yesterday despite your loss to them." The transparent teen noted. All of the Seirin members stiffened, abruptly recalling the fresh loss to Kaijou and a Generation of Miracle.
"Oh really, no wonder we beat those guys pretty easily. They must have been tired." Seto remarked, but started at the rival team as he did so, mocking them and Kaijou at once. Hara grinned and leaned over to ruffle the cyan-blue boy's hair. The freshman intentionally wanted to rile up Seirin High School, despite his nice tone. Why not play along too?
"They were such sore losers too. Honestly, your old teammate from Teiko was the worst. I still swear that he hit you on purpose phantom…" The bubblegum teen pouted. Phantom… Teiko… Riko remembered Kiyoshi talking about how this year the competition for Interhigh and Winter Cup would be even more difficult due to the Generation of Miracles becoming freshman, and while everyone knew of the main five, there was an invisible, sixth man that could drastically change the ebb and flow even when the great Generation of Miracles felt pressured. A phantom only known in rumors… could it be that the Kirisaki Daiichi team actually acquired one of the Generation of Miracles, as well as having one of the Uncrowned Kings as their leader? But he was so thin and short. What could this mysterious, apparition-like teen do on the court that made him on par with Kise?
"You are the phantom of Teiko?" Riko asked, walking until she stood in front of their table. Kuroko nodded. "Take your shirt off." She ordered. Almost everyone's jaw dropped. Who would ask such a thing from a stranger? Kuroko shrugged and took off his jacket so he could take off his shirt as commanded. Everyone but the Miracle and Uncrowned King gasped when they saw the red-ringed teeth marks, finger-sized bruises, and cuts, and how they trailed down his body and towards his crotch. Riko sighed, disappointed that she was so worried because the young boy was so weak, and told the shirtless teen that he was allowed to put his clothes back on. Furuhashi examined the marks and knew immediately where they were from.
"Hanamiya?" Koujirou asked. Kuroko nodded. Hara frowned.
"So this is why you said I could ask Kuroko, because you already got a piece first. Honestly Captain, taking advantage of the freshman and you didn't even bother to share! No wonder Kuroko's so tired." The lavender-haired boy complained, wishing he could have molested and had a taste when Hanamiya helped himself in the locker room. Hiroshi and Kentarou also shot disapproving glares at their Captain and Coach, who appeared unfazed by their gazes. The second years of Seirin were shocked by the situation, seeing the sudden, blood-hungry looks from the usually loyal members of Kirisaki Daiichi were sending to the bad boy of basketball, all for the affections of the youngest and shortest member was strange… Perhaps this was the phantom's power? Making basketball players fall in love with him?
"So you're one of the Generation of Miracles and you defeated Kise?" Kagami asked, not caring about the awkward air. Kuroko nodded. "Then let's play a game of one-on-one right now!"
Hope you liked this chapter. :)
