Akashi watched, heterochromatic eyes veiled by long strands of crimson hair. His mind whirled, attempting to piece together the broken situation with logic alone.

Kise, Aomine and Kuroko executed a three-man weave, bodies seamlessly moving in unison as they passed the ball to one another.

Well, to the untrained observer it looked so, anyway. To Akashi, who knew all three of them better than the back of his hand, the awkwardness about them was blatantly obvious.

He raised his hand and flicked some bangs back, lest they obscure his already-hazy vision. Yet, even with the obstruction gone, Akashi was still stumped.

His red eye closed, Akashi used his golden eye to follow the path of Kise's body. As expected, when the blond made eye contact with Aomine, he glared, passing the ball minutely harder. And when Kise's gaze rested upon Kuroko…

So many undocumented emotions flickered in his eyes for only a second, before they were torn from the small male, cast towards the hardwood floor. Afterwards, Kise would fumble the ball slightly, holding it a second too long or the ball diverting from its original path.

Akashi furrowed his brow, concentration completely diverted from his own three-man-weave. His mistake was apparent, however, when an orange shape shot towards him, the rough surface of a basketball slamming into his gut and knocking the wind out of him.

With an "Oof" and a grunt of pain, Akashi plummeted towards the ground, hands clasped to his aching stomach. There was a blur of color as his subordinates rushed towards him, comforting words on their tongues.

"Aka-chin, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I thought that you was watching, 'cause you're always watching. I didn't mean to hurt you, Aka-chin, I swear." Murasakibara bawled, giant hands grasping Akashi's shoulder.

"Murasakibara, stop being ridiculous. Akashi is obviously fine." Midorima scoffed, scorn on his features. At least, that was what he showed. As he turned his gaze away, Akashi caught a glimpse of ill-disguised worry in his verdant eyes.

"Akashi-kun, I think that you need to visit the infirmary." All eyes turned towards Kuroko, who knelt before the redhead, worry in his eyes.

Akashi opened his mouth, only to close it again. He needed to question his boyfriend and a room to themselves would make it easy. "I refuse to go to the infirmary; however, I do wish to leave practice early. Is that okay, Coach?" The older man nodded towards him and Akashi took this as his cue, grasping Kuroko firmly by the arm and pulling him from the gym. "I am taking Tetsuya with me."

The rest of their teammates just stared as the two of them strode away, the 'injured' boy dragging his smaller teammate along. No one noticed the tears that welled in Kise's eyes except for Akashi, who took this as a reason to drag Kuroko away and question him faster.

He needed answers, now.

As soon as the gymnasium doors slammed behind them, Akashi had Kuroko pressed against the wall, lips savagely crushed together. There was no protest from Kuroko, there was never protest from Kuroko, just his small, soft tongue darting into Akashi's mouth.

Pulling away slightly, Akashi smirked. "What? No complaints about doing it in public. I thought that you hated that sort of thing, Tetsuya."

Blushing softly, Kuroko murmured against Akashi's lips, "I just want to be with Akashi-kun today." He glanced distastefully around the hallway, "Although I would prefer that we do this in our room."

Akashi smirked in amusement, leaning in and claiming the other boy's lips with his own. Fervently, Kuroko responded, pressing his body into Akashi's needily, moans slipping from his lips. In response, Akashi forced Kuroko further into the wall, his hips snapping forward to cage the smaller boy possessively.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, causing the two of them to break apart. "I think we should take this back to the dorms. Does that sound good to you, Tetsuya?" Kuroko nodded, already on his way towards the housing facility. Akashi trailed behind him closely, his foot sometimes tramping Kuroko's heels if the tiny boy slowed his pace. Impatience began to show in the redhead's jaunty steps, indirectly forcing Kuroko to walk faster.

Within a couple of minutes, both had tumbled inside the four-man dorm room, lips and tongues connected before the door even slammed shut behind them. A hand played at the hem of Kuroko's practice shirt, caressing the soft skin hidden beneath the damp fabric.

It had been months since the two had last been intimate, with both of them scrambling to prepare for college. It was torture, being close to his lover and being unable to bridge the gap between them and claim Kuroko as his own. Tonight, however, Akashi was going to change that.

A tongue swiped down from Kuroko's mouth to his clavicle, leaving a wet trail in its wake. Kuroko's lips opened, silently keening at the contact. At his reaction, Akashi smirked, tongue still dancing across Kuroko's collar. His lips ran into the sweaty t-shirt and within seconds, the offending clothing was ripped from Kuroko's body, leaving ragged tatters in its wake.

Kuroko blinked, looking back and forth between Akashi and his deceased shirt. "Akashi-kun, that was unnecessary." The boy stated admonishingly. His reply was a sinful smile and a sharp bite on his pectoral. The sting was, however, soothed by Akashi's tongue, laving down until it flickered across the sensitive skin of Kuroko's nipple. Repeating his earlier nip, his teeth closed around the pebbled skin, drawing a tiny dot of blood and a moan from Kuroko.

Small, weak hands tugged at his hair, attempting to yank his teeth from the sensitive area. Kuroko panted heavily, too weak to really resist the action. "Akashi-kun, please stop. It hurts."

He released his quarry in compliance, running his tongue in circles around the injured area instead. The coppery tang of blood sang in his mouth, begging him to suck more vigorously. However, his own kinks could wait. There were more pressing matters at hand, after all.

The primary issue being the fabric of Kuroko's basketball shorts, hiding his tenting boxers with their bagginess. No, that would not do at all. With one savage pull, the shorts slid down Kuroko's legs, pooling at his ankles. Now, all that was left was the thin material of his boxers, doing nothing to hide his obvious erection.

In a sultry voice, Akashi demanded, "Don't touch those until I give you the order, Tetsuya."

"I don't think this is very fair, Akashi-kun." Kuroko deadpanned, resolve reflected in his eyes. Akashi just lifted an elegant brow, disbelief freezing him in place. To break the tension, Kuroko continued. "I'm practically naked and Akashi-kun is still fully dressed. Akashi-kun, I told you before that I don't want to be treated like a woman."

Akashi fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Tetsuya. I don't wish to treat you like a woman."

"Then you strip too."

Akashi actually did roll his eyes, heaving a heavy sigh. "Fine." He reached for the waistband of his shorts with the intention of pulling them down, only to find them clasped in Kuroko's fingers. It was Kuroko's turn to smirk as Akashi's shorts were wrenched from his body, taking his boxers with them.

Usually apathetic eyes appraised the partially engorged shaft, a pink tongue darting out to caress equally pink lips. A slender hand raised and grasped the head gently. Slowly, Kuroko moved his hand across Akashi's flesh, almost reverent in the movement.

Akashi bit back a moan, his hips undulating with the rise and fall of Kuroko's hand. His emperor's eye evaluated the smaller boy's figure, assessing the minute acceleration of Kuroko's heart and breathing rate. Yes, his Tetsuya was a fine specimen.

"Ow, Tetsuya, what was that for?" Akashi hissed, slapping Kuroko's hand away. He had taken some of Akashi's foreskin between his fingers and pinched, sending shocks of pain up his body.

Kuroko reached for Akashi again, pulling foreskin back to swipe a thumb across the head, smearing a bead of pre-cum. "Akashi-kun wasn't paying attention, so I made Akashi-kun pay attention."

"You really are a brat today, Tetsuya." Akashi rumbled, raising himself to loom over Kuroko. "I really didn't want to have to punish you on our first day, but you leave me no choice." A bitter laugh spilled from Akashi's throat as he tore Kuroko's boxers off, throwing them over to where his shirt and shorts already lay. Leaning in close, he pushed Kuroko onto the nearest bed, straddling his frozen body. "You really are a masochist, aren't you, Tetsuya?"

Kuroko opened his mouth in protest, only to find Akashi's arousal pressed into his lips, the head breaching the barrier and slipping into his mouth.

Kuroko sputtered indignantly, tongue rising to push the offending object from his mouth, but that did naught but spur on another push from Akashi, lodging more in Kuroko's mouth. Anger burned in Kuroko's eyes, which were directed towards Akashi. Akashi felt himself shudder, sadistic urges taking over.

A thumb swept across Kuroko's forehead, smoothing away the creases between his furrowed brows. "Why does it always end up like this, Tetsuya? Why won't you let me hold you nicely, without hurting you?" Another swipe of his thumb, this time across his closed eyelids.

Sound escaped Kuroko's mouth, most likely an attempt at words, but they were incomprehensible. The roving thumb pulled Kuroko's right eyelid up, revealing bright electric blue orbs, thoroughly clouded with lust. There was another sigh from Akashi as his resolve crumbled. If Kuroko wanted it like this, Akashi had no choice but to comply.

"Fine, Tetsuya, you win." Akashi pressed himself in further, until he felt throat muscles convulse around him. The harsh gagging sound that followed only heightened his arousal, begging him to just hold the other boy still and thrust into that hot, masochistic mouth.

So he did, hand threaded in Kuroko's soft hair as he lifted his hips, only to sink into Kuroko's heat once more. Kuroko moaned around him, sending vibrations up the length of his erection. Akashi grit his teeth, determined to keep control of both the himself and the situation. Steady, even thrusts accompanied the harried contortions of his dingers, writhing in Kuroko's locks.

As his pace sped up, so did the fervent, sloppy sucks that Kuroko let out as his mouth attempted to tighten around Akashi. Saliva spilled from his mouth, aiding Akashi's movement. Kuroko's fingers crawled up Akashi's back, entangling themselves in his practice shirt. Kuroko's hips bucked with each of Akashi's thrusts, as did his tongue, slipping along the underside of the moving erection with deft ease, teasing Akashi in all his erroneous spots.

"Shit." Akashi ground out, pulling Kuroko's head closer. He became more frantic, his thrusts becoming less controlled. "I…I'm cumming, Tetsuya." Kuroko nodded his head in recognition, sending Akashi tumbling over the edge. His vision blanked as he released inside of Kuroko's mouth, rivulets of cum dripping down the side of Kuroko's lip.

Obediently, Kuroko swallowed, his tongue darting out to lap up the thin trail escaping his mouth. Without further prompting, he started cleaning Akashi off with his tongue, wiping all the remaining sweat and cum off with skillful strokes.

Akashi groaned in satisfaction, pulling Kuroko's mouth to his. He tasted himself on the other's tongue, but paid it no mind, delving as far as possible into Kuroko's mouth. It was only when Kuroko threw himself into Akashi's lap that he remembered that Kuroko had not yet orgasmed.

"Akashi-kun." Kuroko whined piteously, rutting his erection against Akashi's own rapidly-hardening shaft. "Please, Akashi-kun, make me feel good."

Loftily, Akashi pressed a hand to Kuroko's chest, pushing him away slightly. Cruelly, he grinned, "I'm sorry, but you're still being punished, Tetsuya." He pretended to look thoughtful, his hand rising to stroke his chin. "Well, I guess I can find it in my heart to forgive you, but…" He eyed Kuroko, who he swore began panting in his eagerness. "You have to tell me something."

Confusion swirled in Kuroko's eyes. "Tell you something? What?"

Akashi grasped Kuroko, a keen of pleasure ripping from Kuroko's lips, "What's with Ryōta?" As Akashi spoke, he thumbed Kuroko slowly, applying just enough pressure to tease to smaller male.

Kuroko turned away from Akashi, eyes darting to the dorm's floor. "I don't understand, Akashi-kun. What does he have to do with anything?"

Akashi's hand stopped in an attempt to draw more information from his captive, "He's been acting strange ever since we reunited, especially around you." Akashi glared at Kuroko beneath hooded eyes, "Has something happened between you two?"

Piteously, Kuroko met Akashi's eyes. He bucked his hips, seeking movement that never came. Gasping, he cried, "I don't know anything! All I know is that him and Aomine-kun have some kind of bet that involves me. I don't know why he's being weird either, I swear."

Akashi stilled, his whole body contracting as his mind attempted to make connections. Slowly, he asked again, "What sort of bet, Tetsuya?"

Kuroko fidgeted, looking away from Akashi again. In Akashi's head, warning bells sounded, ringing in his eardrums as Kuroko spoke. "Well, he…uhh, asked me out yesterday."

To say that Akashi was livid was an extreme understatement. Rage roiled off him in waves, gathering in an ominous aura around him. "Ryōta did what?" He hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. In his anger, he squeezed Kuroko, drawing a pained yelp from him.

"Akashi-kun, calm down. It was just a joke." Kuroko writhed in Akashi's grasp, his hands yanking at a shock of red hair in an attempt to detach him from his withering erection. "Kise-kun just wanted to win his bet with Aomine-kun."

Realizing his lover's distress, Akashi let go with a startled gasp, clutching his hand to his chest. Heartbreakingly, he crooned, "I'm sorry Tetsuya. I didn't mean to hurt you, I never want to hurt you." He ran his hand beneath Kuroko's ball sac, dragging a hissed moan from him. "I'm done punishing you, I'll make you feel good now, Tetsuya."

True to his word, Akashi gently caressed Kuroko, hands working across his erection with a feather-light touch. Akashi's golden emperor's eye assessed every inch of Kuroko's body, using the newly-gleaned information to touch Kuroko in his most sensitive of places.

"A…Akashi-kun, I'm c…close." Both hands moved along Kuroko's shaft, working in opposing directions to stimulate the nerves more. Akashi leaned in close, folding his mouth over Kuroko's and swallowing his moans. A thumb slid over the sensitive head, while his other hand caressed the velvety sac, fingers splaying in every which direction.

Kuroko threw his head back, breaking their kiss. An animalistic shriek tore from his throat, followed by Akashi's comforting voice. "Cum, Tetsuya."

Akashi's command sent Kuroko spiraling over the edge, vision flashing as he reached his climax. Akashi was right there, holding him close with one hand and wiping him off with the other. Akashi couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face as Kuroko's eyelids begin to droop, his body sagging as soon as he had finished climaxing. With a soft murmur of, "Akashi-kun", Kuroko drifted off to sleep, his head resting on Akashi's chest.

Smile still alighted upon his lips, Akashi dragged his fingers through the damp blue hair, contentment dancing along his nerves. "Ah, Tetsuya, what am I going to do with you? You're so naïve, even though you know so much."

Gently, Akashi lifted Kuroko's head, placing it on a pillow instead. He pressed one last lingering kiss to Kuroko's forehead before he rose and collected his clothes. He sent a glance towards the sleeping boy, assessing him. Once Akashi was assured that Kuroko was in a deep, peaceful slumber, he threw his clothes on and headed out the door.

Ryōta and Daiki had a lot of explaining to do.