Sinfully Yours
Act 7
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Kuroko lightly tapped Kagami's shoulder. "I'm taking a shower. We need to get ready."
"What are we doing today in the studio?" Kagami asked.
"Based from our planned schedule, we – the band – and Riko should be talking to the video producer today about making a new M/V for our newest single. Akashi had already recorded the song and now we need Kise to sing the whole thing all over again. But for today, we'll talk about making a new M/V."
"So Takao-san will accompany us there?"
"Since he's our new manager, that's his job, yes."
Kagami looked up the ceiling. "So he's – uh – gay, too?"
"Seems so."
Is everyone in this friggin' place either gay or crazy? Kagami wanted to ask but he held his tongue. It was a rude question. But he didn't expect things to turn out this way when he agreed to play for the band. Being in this kind of environment was new to him. America wasn't exactly homo-friendly, no matter how many gay parades were held there.
Seeing the expression on his face Kuroko somehow felt the need to apologize. "I'm sorry if I didn't tell you about the band's – preference. I didn't think you'd really care."
"Um, I don't. Honestly. I'm a bit weirded out, but it's new for me."
Kuroko raised an immaculately trimmed eye brow. "You've been living in L.A. I assumed you'd have been used to this already."
"Well – uhh – I know. But I didn't exactly have – uhh – gay friends there."
"No one hit on you or something?"
Kagami blushed. "Sometimes. I tend to avoid it as best as I can. My bandmates usually don't like – uhh – you know... gay people."
"Why? Are Americans terribly homophobic?"
Kagami didn't know how to answer. The answer was both yes and no but he didn't know how to explain it. There were many open minded people, but there were still bigots everywhere. Even at this age, Kagami still couldn't forget what happened to the thirteen year old victim in his school.
"Kagami? Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah, 'M okay. L.A is a big place. The cultures and viewpoints there are very diverse. People don't think alike even in just one area. Some are tolerant. Some are – you know... they can be hateful."
Kuroko was watching him pensively. Then the small composer looked towards Aomine and Kise who were sitting on the couch, watching some morning news. "Is Daiki-kun giving you a hard time?"
"Huh? What?"
"Is he coming on too strong?" Kuroko asked straightforwardly.
Kagami tried to pretend he didn't know what the meaning of the question was. "He's alright."
"He hasn't tried to force you to bed, has he?"
Kagami almost choked on his coffee. Wiping at his mouth he sputtered, "W-what? I think you're making a mistake."
"He's a very dominant top and he likes to think he can make all men fall at his feet with his charms – and spirit."
"I'm straight, okay?" Kagami hissed. "I don't care what he thinks."
At that point, Kuroko stared deeply into his red eyes, trying to read Kagami's reaction. Those soft blue eyes of him were so piercing that Kagami squirmed under the scrutiny and looked away. Finally, Kuroko stood. "I'm taking a shower. You should get ready. Ryota, Daiki!" he called out to the two boys on the living room. "Get ready. We have a meeting today."
Both of them groaned, looking annoyed. Kuroko left, without another word. Kagami sighed in relief, not wanting to talk about him and Aomine anymore. He also stood to go to their room. He'd also take a quick shower.
Both Aomine and Kise watched as the two left the room. And simultaneously Aomine and Kise sighed. They looked at each other and after a second of realizing their similar reaction, burst out laughing.
"What's with the long sigh, eh, Kise? You look like a love struck idiot."
Kise shot back, laughing, "So do you!"
"Yeah, well, imagine having blue balls when there's a warm flesh just beside me. I almost crawled out of my bed last night and raped him. So frustrating. Ugh!"
Kise sat back on the couch, letting out another heavy exhale. "I can do more than imagine, you know? I'm also having the same blue balls."
Aomine frowned at him. "You? You mean you still haven't scored until now? C'mon, what are you waiting for? Akashi isn't here anymore! And you and Kuroko look so lovey dovey everyday it makes me sick sometimes."
Kise shrugged, looking gloomier. "You know how nice he is to everyone. He just doesn't reject my advances."
"Sooo... You haven't slept together yet?"
Kise shook his head forcefully. "I did try asking him to go out with me."
"What did Kuroko say?"
"He said he doesn't sleep with co-workers."
Aomine scoffed, "Bullcrap. Everyone knows he has slept with Akashi in the past."
"I didn't actually bring that one up. I don't think it would help my cause if I ask him about that," Kise whined, scratching his head. He looked hopeless.
"Be man enough and talk to him about it. Kuroko just needs a little push."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. Why not? You've been pining after him for years it's pathetic," Aomine sniped.
"HEY! That's called true love," Kise countered, pouting.
"It's called stupidity. He's right in front of you. Kuroko's human, too. Just wiggle your crotch a little, man, you know. The moves!"
Kise couldn't help but chuckle at the piece of advise. "Hah. You're one to talk. How 'bout you? Have you gone to home base yet?"
Aomine snorted, rolling his eyes in obvious frustration. "My case is different. The idiot actually thinks he's straight! A little push is still too much for that guy."
"Well, huh. Maybe he's really straight."
"My instincts have never been wrong."
"Well, Midorima has beaten us to it, then. One second after he meets a guy and he's hooking up with him. It's usually true what they say, it's the quiet ones who are dangerous."
Kise stood, slapping Aomine's arm. "I'm gonna go upstairs."
Aomine grinned cheekily. "You should ambush Kuroko in the showers."
Kise frowned, scratching his temple in contemplation. "I don't thinks that's wise. And he keeps the doors locked every time."
"Tsk tsk tsk. Poor you. Well, later, then."
The two boys went upstairs to their respective rooms.
When Kise entered, he listened at the sound of running water. Kuroko was still in the showers. Kise was tempted to try if the door was locked but at the last minute he pulled away and just sat on the bed. Kuroko was one of the gentlest people he knew and Kise just didn't have the heart to force him into something he didn't want.
A few minutes later, as Kise was still sitting on his bed, the bathroom door opened and a newly showered Kuroko appeared, naked except for the towel wrapped around his hips. Kise watched his every move, not hiding the hunger lurking in his eyes.
Kuroko glanced at him, as usual, looking calm and relaxed. Then he went to get fresh clothes as if he didn't notice Kise's eyes raping his naked form. Kuroko was small and slender, but he still worked out in the gym twice a week, and he jogged regularly so his lean muscles looked downright gorgeous on him.
Kise's problem was, he was definitely aware how attractive Kuroko was. Aside from his immense talent, he was exactly Kise's type. Had always been since their college days, though in those times they had been close friends and were going out with different people so Kise felt it would only lead to trouble if he pursued Kuroko.
Then Akashi decided to get closer to their composer and Kise would have to admit he got intimidated, since he knew Akashi and Kuroko began working on their songs and that they were discreetly sleeping together. He had lost his chance those years. But his crush on Kuroko had never disappeared.
Aomine was right. He needed to push a little. Maybe he should be like Akashi and get straight to the point.
Slowly, Kise walked over to where Kuroko was, wet and dripping in front of the closet. If Kuroko heard him the small guy did not show any reaction.
Inhaling sharply, Kise ran his hands over Kuroko's spine. Gently. Breathing down his neck. When Kuroko did not move, Kise felt emboldened. He stepped closer, his groin almost rubbing Kuroko's back.
"Kurokocchi..." he began.
The smaller man turned around, piercing Kise with his sharp baby blue eyes. "We already talked about this, didn't we?"
His tone was soft but firm and Kise flinched guiltily, dropping his hand. "I – ahhh – well – "
"Moving out of this house won't be a problem for me, Ryota. I have my own condo so I don't need to stay here."
Kise immediately backed down. He looked miserable but he still wanted to get his point across. It wasn't fair that he couldn't go out with Kuroko and Akashi had been able to.
Bitterly, he groused, "You said you wouldn't sleep with me, your co-worker. But when Akashi was..."
"Do you want me to lose my respect for you as well?" Kuroko asked. Then he turned around, trying to pick out a shirt. "When I told Midorima that Akashi and I compromised, sleeping with him was part of it. Akashi could be a bastard at times, and if I didn't do it, I wasn't sure if the band would have gotten a move on. It was something I needed to do."
Even though he was shocked by Kuroko's confession, he still insisted, "Well what if I wanted that, too? I want you, Kurokocchi. So much it aches to just be with you and not do anything. That's unfair. You would do it for Akashi but not for me?"
"Having a relationship within the band, at least for me, is not a good idea. We shouldn't mix pleasure with business. What if we have a major fight? Our shows will be affected," Kuroko reasoned out.
"You're thinking too way ahead. We can just – live by the day, you know, see what's going to happen. I really want you," Kise fervently exclaimed.
Kuroko turned to him again and this time, there was a slight twitch in his lips. "Fine."
He suddenly dropped to his knees, on the tiled floor, right in front of Kise's fly and with firm hands, began unzipping Kise's shorts. Kise gasped, shocked. "W-what are you doing?"
"This is what you want, right? My mouth to get you off. I can see you've been hard this whole time. Please forgive me if I cannot lend you my ass. I have not been fucked in a while and we have a meeting today so I don't want to squirm in discomfort on my seat while I talk to the producers."
Kise watched helplessly as Kuroko continued to open his pants. It was true he was hard, and painfully so. But seeing Kuroko going through the motions as if it was a major chore, as if he was some sort of robot that was just being controlled by the key on his back was enough to put a damper on Kise's mood.
Kise stepped back, tucking his cock back into his shorts. "I – I dont want it to be like this!" he declared, sounding hurt and offended by what Kuroko wanted to do.
"You said you want me to do it for you the way I did it for Akashi! Well, I'm doing it now!" Kuroko shot back, his tone a little higher. And Kuroko never ever raised his voice.
Defeated, Kise shook his head, wanting to weep in frustration. In a hoarse whisper he tried to explain, "I like you so much. I want to go out with you, like on dates and dinner. I want us to go to the movies together, y'know, like a real couple!"
Sighing, Kuroko stood, just staring at Kise.
Kise went on, "Don't you – even like me a little?"
"I do. Of all the guys in the band you are the one I like the most. I woudn't agree to room in with you if I didn't."
"Then why?"
"I told you. We are co-workers. It has been a universal rule not to fraternize with your co-workers. And I agree with it. Whatever happened with Akashi and me, I needed to do it because he's a hundred times more spoiled rotten than Midorima and he threatened not to attend rehearsals if I didn't sleep with him sometimes.
I have no respect for him as a person, though as a musician I don't think anyone can compare to his talent. We were still struggling at that time. And I wanted us to succeed. Sleeping with him was nothing. It didn't mean anything to me. Right now, my focus is the band. I am, somehow, responsible for all of you. I have a lot on my mind right now. Will you at least help me and not add to my burden?"
Kise's throat went dry, feeling helpless. It was really over. He had no chance with Kuroko. And he didn't want just a physical relationship. He wanted Kuroko's love, his adoration, and not his hate.
Falling on his bed, Kise bowed low, shoulders slumping. "I'm sorry. I – I understand. I apologize if I'm adding to your burden."
Kuroko walked over to him and gently ran his hand on Kise's blond locks. "We have always been friends, Ryota. And it's true. I really like you. If we were not co-workers, I'll think about going out with you."
Kise looked up at him, tears shining in his eyes. "Then, I'll quit the band."
Kuroko laughed all of a sudden. "But you'll still follow me around. Like a groupie. You won't have any job. You'll just keep following me around the country. Will I support you financially, then? It's a very sweet thought. But also very childish."
Kise sniffed, finally crying. "You're so meeeaaan!" he sobbed.
"No hon," Kuroko said, kissing the top of Kise's head. "I'm just being realistic. I have a lot of things going on in my head. I can't be in a serious relationship right now. Let's give ourselves some time. If after a year or two, or whenever, if the band is successful, if we can really work together without any problem, then maybe. Love cannot be forced, Ryota."
Sniffling, Kise buried his face onKuroko's stomach. "I just like you so much."
"I'm not closing my doors. Let's just take things slowly," Kuroko said.
"Okay."
"Go shower. We'll be late."
With heavy steps, Kise disentangled himself from Kuroko and went to the bathroom.
Kuroko flopped on the bed himself, suddenly drained of energy. Dealing with a crybaby like Kise was like dealing with a five year old kid.
Kuroko felt bad about rejecting Kise because in all honesty he also liked the blonde immensely. Being friends for a long time he knew Kise didn't have a bad bone in his body. He was really a nice guy. A perfect boyfriend material. But with all the pressure right now of the band reformatting and Akashi leaving, Kuroko had a lot of things to focus on.
Being in a relationship from someone in the band was nothing but a distraction. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe once they had just adjusted well to the situation they could think of taking their friendship deeper.
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Takao groaned, his backside tingling. He lay facedown on Midorima's bed, crumpled tissue papers surrounding him.
He was such a slut. Before he came here he swore to himself he would keep his dick inside his pants. But what happened? First day of work and not even ten minutes after meeting Midorima-kun or Shin-chan in his dreams, he lost it and seduced the guy to bed.
Well, how was he supposed to keep fighting off the intense attraction brewing between them when Midorima himself was an aggressive type of top? They had practically eye-fucked each other in the kitchen downstairs the first two seconds into their introduction.
Takao crossed his arms on the bed and lay his chin on them, contemplating. He had finally done what he always wanted all this time. Slept with Midorima and boy was he hung! Takao was sure his ass would be feeling the guy's thickness inside him for a whole week. He loved that feeling!
Now that the deed was done, Takao knew it was time he stopped his obssession with the green haired drummer once and for all. He was finally the manager of GoM, a position he had been waiting for and slaving for in the talent agency for almost two years. He had done his best to get to where he was now, just so he could be closer to Midorima – Shin-chan – and he had to do his best in his job. Takao wanted to be the permanent manager of GoM.
Feeling motivated, especially right after some rough pounding he had just received, Takao congratulated himself. His dreams were finally coming true. He could stay with Shin-chan for all the days to come.
Zzzzaaaaaaa... Zzzzzaaaaa...
Takao hummed in contentment as he listened to the shower in the bathroom. He had wanted to ask Midorima if they could shower together but the quiet guy simply upped and left the bed as soon as they finished having sex. Wordlessly he went to the bathroom. Takao wanted to follow him but it would have been too imposing.
Midorima stepped out of the shower, dressed in a shirt and a towel wrapped around his hips. Takao grinned, running his tongue over his lips. He was getting aroused again just by looking at the guy.
Shamelessly, he walked naked to the giant, reaching up to put a hand to Midorima's cheek. "You're so fucking sexy, baby," he purred.
Midorima frowned, looking down at the man as if Takao was out of his mind. Slapping Takao's hand away rudely, Midorima stepped back and went to his drawer. "I don't like touching unnecessarily," he said, his voice flat.
Takao's face fell, disappointed at Midorima's sudden cold treatment when they had just been fucking wildly fifteen minutes ago. "Oh, sorry..."
"I'm not your boyfriend. So don't act like you're mine."
Flushing in shame, Takao began picking up his clothes. "Uh – y-yeah, sorry."
Quietly, they both dressed, Midorima not sparing a glance at him. Takao should have expected this. He'd been following Midorima's career for as long as he could remember. He knew how volatile his temper was, and how bitchy he could get at times.
Takao knew but he was still too stupid to let go of this obssession of his.
As soon as Midorima was dressed, he got out of the room, leaving Takao inside, feeling like a fool.
He slid down to the floor dejectedly. Stupid stupid stupid...
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Sorry. Not AoKaga focused right now.
I hope there's balance between their love stories. I'm trying to create different themes for each couple. And the Midotaka story arc would definitely take a lot of development before it could evolve into romance. Sigh... This one will be a tough job.
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