A/N: So, here we go with Akashi's story and smut ^.^

They were now lying beside each other, face to face and Seijuuro found it quite hard to just talk and at the same time look into Kouki's concerned eyes. He choose to start with a little background, before he got to the most important part, to give himself some time to prepare.

"Kikune was adopted two years ago, but I knew him since I was seven. He was, I suppose, sixteen then and already beautiful beyond anything."

"I don't think anyone can match with you."

Akashi chuckled and shifted closer to Kouki, to stroke his cheek.

"Thank you, but I wouldn't judge until you saw him and it's nothing wrong, he's just this way. He's a bastard child of one of my father's business rivals and I suppose that my father thought it would be funny to make Kikune my tutor and something akin to a nanny. You see, Kikune was meant to be an heir to his father's company, even though he was a mistress' child. But when he was fifteen, the legal wife gave a birth to a boy, so he was tossed aside, which was kind of stupid."

Furihata had a frown on his forehead.

"This is beyond me, you know? All that politics and business... But why stupid?"

"It's okay, it's hard to understand sometimes even for people who are raised in this world. Kikune... Well, he's exceptional. He has a very high IQ, perfect memory, amazing understanding of everything that was related to his heritage—I suppose you could call him a business genius. From what I gather, his brother is not so bright, even if still a child. In the end, Kikune moved in with us and was my private tutor, while finishing his high school and getting into college. I..." This was the hardest part to admit, he thought and Kouki had to sense it because he squeezed his hand. His tone got sour and almost desperate, because it still hurt. "I adored him. He was always playing with me, always so patient and understanding. He was something you could call a sweet type of person, someone with a high level of empathy. I was working hard because even if my father's demands were harsh both in delivery and context, I wanted Kikune to smile at me more, to still like me. And he betrayed me, used me."

His voice got hard and he was still shaking with anger.

"What happened?" whispered Kouki, looking concerned.

"He took my heritage from me by sleeping with my father."

Furihata's eyes got huge and his mouth opened in shock, but Seijuuro saw it like from a fog.

He remembered that day blow by blow. He was at the company, looking up at some papers his father wanted him to understand, when he heard gossip that it would be Kikune who's going to inherit the company. Feeling slightly disturbed, but mostly furious that there were such ugly rumors about his best friend and mentor, Seijuuro almost runned up to home. He opened the door and was shocked that there were none of the servants around. Acting as calm as he could, he started walking to Kikune's room when he heard a sob coming from his father's sitting room. The door was ajar and he walked quietly to them, not knowing what to expect—some part of him was afraid that someone broke in and captured everyone. He was trained how to act in such circumstances. But what he saw was far from any burglar-fantasy.

His father was sitting on a sofa, his lips tightened, eyes almost shut but his whole face held more feelings than Seijuuro ever saw. He was completely naked and his hands were grasping Kikune's hips. Kikune, who was sitting on his lap, trapping him between slender tights. Kikune, whose head was thrown back and his mouth open. Kikune, who was sobbing and moaning. Kikune, who had his father's cock up his ass and was riding him like mad.

Kikune, who at that moment looked down at his father with some strange look—one that Seijuuro could only call greedy—and before kissing him and hearing a positive response demanded to know if he would be the next heir to the Akashi company.

"The very next day I saw them my father told me that he would be adopting Kikune and making him his rightful heir." He completely left out the part when he run to his room and cried himself to sleep, not understanding, not believing. Seijuuro smiled sourly and shook his head. "The funniest thing in all of this is that I was temporary relieved, you know? I never actually liked all of that stuff, business and so on. I prefer my life stable and quiet, I always liked it this way, the best days for me were to play basketball, read books, and play shogi. Sometimes I fantasized about being a shogi player, being the best and forgetting all about the company. So I didn't confront Kikune at that time, I was... numb. This was the time I started to experiment with boys, kissing anyone who was near, trying to understand what could be so good in this, since I caught my father and my new brother few times. I'm good at spying when I want to be." Furihata smiled faintly, it was obvious that he didn't know what to say. "But one day, when I finished dinner, it somehow... hit me. That I was stripped from what was mine, from what I was raised to. All those hours and weeks of study for nothing. And then I understood that Kikune used me—a mere child, who was trusting him like no one else and did so for years. He did almost the exact same thing that his own brother did to him, with the exception of fucking my father. I suppose they're still going at it, since my old man protects him like an idiot." He sighed and rolled on his back. "And now something is happening inside the company and Kikune wants my help, even though two years ago I literally spat in his face, called him names and was ranting for over half an hour about how disgusted I am by him. I wouldn't put it past him to try to get to me through you."

"But why? I'm not..."

"Because I like you, maybe even love, that's why."

His heart hurt. His chest hurt. His eyes stung with tears and Kouki was afraid that after hearing Akashi's confession once again he would burst with the feelings that accumulated inside his heart.

He couldn't believe it. Such a betrayal, such an... ugly way to find out it. And he still couldn't understand over half of it. He wouldn't do something like that, ever, and didn't know how a human being could do something like that to another one. Especially when they knew each other for so long.

With one swift movement he found himself leaning over Akashi and smiling sadly down at him. He couldn't understand but could give some comfort.

"You impressed me today," he said quite shyly, his eyes darting away. His heart started pounding loudly and nervously. "That means... um... I sleep with you today?"

If he had any doubts about this move Akashi's smile and arms around his shoulders that were pulling him down for a sweet kiss washed out all uncertainty.

"If sappy stories get you like that I may dig up few more," murmured the boy and nuzzled his nose on Kouki's neck. "But I'd love to sleep with you."

They packed him up for one night swiftly and since they both didn't have any training, school, nor games the next day, Furihata was looking forward to sleeping in.

"I suppose you would prefer to go by train?"

"Yup, I would feel awkward in a car. If that's okay with you, that is..."

"Of course. But we'll have to get to my house by car nonetheless." When Kouki looked at Akashi with question in his eyes, the boy sighed. "It'll be late and I won't risk walking around at such an hour."

They talked the whole way and Furihata loved the fact that even if their interests were so different they still had some common ground. Kouki liked modern music, manga, anime and romantic movies, while Akashi was more into traditional music, historic books and action films—but they still could talk about it, listening to the other and even deciding to watch this or that. It was like they were friends but there was still something else there that wasn't making Kouki that much at ease—and right now it had absolutely nothing to do with fear.

Now that he was thinking about it it was some time since he feared Rakuzan's captain. Usually he was flustered and ecstatic, not afraid. Feeling his heart beating wildly in his throat he squeezed Akashi's hand and they were sitting like this—twisted awkwardly to see each other, with hands clasped, unless Kouki had to prove his point by gesturing wildly. But always after this his right hand flew without hesitation to Akashi's, even if his enormously blushing face was showing just how hard it was for him.

He felt even worse when they finally got into the boy's bedroom with two futons already on the ground.

"You... you had a guest, right?" He chuckled nervously, feeling something ugly inside of him. Was it some guy? Someone more beautiful than Kouki, with less messed up hair, taller or more bulky... Or maybe a lean, gorgeous girl with a lots of self-confidence and high-class manners? "Oh, I'll... I'll go back, don't worry."

But the tears already appeared in his eyes and he almost cursed himself. He acted like in some shitty movie, but it hurt. Was he too late? Should he tell Akashi that he broke up with Shimeno a few days ago because he liked him? He wanted to do that after the final games—in case they both would get there—and wanted to...

"What are you talking about? Kouki?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and wiped the tears off of his face.

"Sorry, I was stupid. I shouldn't just out of the blue say something like that if you had a guest. Just... so stupid..."

Seijuuro wondered just how in the world Furihata's mind worked. Didn't he realize that if circumstances were a little different, then one call to the main maid was enough to put an extra futon in his room?

He walked to slightly shake Kouki and kissed his temple with gentle smile.

"It's not that. My room's looked like that since our talk. I wanted to be prepared in case you decided you want to stay."

His lips lingered for a moment on the warm and slightly salty from sweat forehead and then moved lower, brushing thin eyebrows and small nose. Kouki's eyelashes fluttered and closed, his mouth opened slightly, his breath gotten heavy. With small hesitation, not sure if he was going to be able to control himself, Seijuuro kissed Furihata.

Their mouth met, lips caressing, tongues brushing and entwining, sending sparks of pleasure to their bodies. Akashi's hands slowly stroked the boy's sides, sliding over ribs and resting at the hips. Kouki had such a lovely body—hard but still soft in some places, and his hips were beautifully sculpted. Furihata's arms encircled Seijuuro's arms, holding him loosely and brushing smooth hair on the nape. Each stroke of his fingers was making him purr and kiss slightly harder, push his tongue deeper.

Kouki was shivering, and so was his breath. Their mouths were meeting, kissing slightly and then parting. It was painfully sweet, he had to admit. Every time those trembling lips closed over his, Seijuuro felt sparks of pleasure even in his toes. Kouki's body was swaying into him, his back arched, so the kiss wasn't interrupted but from waist down they were getting closer and closer, and soon their hard cocks were touching.

His hands snuck down and gripped firm cheeks, pressing him closer and closer. Kouki gasped and parted his legs slightly, as to not fall down. Seijuuro growled deeply and started rotating his hips, making them both shudder with pleasure. It felt so good... Furihata's taste was making him lose control and the way he smelled...

His head was light, everything was spinning and he couldn't help thrusting into Akashi's body. Whatever the boy was doing felt exquisite—their cocks were rubbing in a way he couldn't predict and that was really...

Kouki gasped when one of the firm hands that were gripping his buttcheeks slid into his pants and started caressing his flesh. Without thinking he parted his legs even wider and pushed his hips back, not realizing that meant losing friction from the front, but those fingers... They were moving the same way that Akashi's tongue in his mouth—sliding all over the place in a lazy, teasing way, made him react and demand even more. And, gods, did he want more.

Suddenly Akashi broke the kiss and his free hand swiftly undid the button and zipper on his trousers, then joined the second on his bare arse, hauling him forward.

"I'm going to touch you everywhere, mark you everywhere..." Akashi growled into Kouki's ear. Furihata's legs almost gave at the sound of this voice. So low, so... rough and threatening, that it was making him both excited and scared. "I'll take off your clothes and kiss your neck, bite your nipples until you'll be writhing under me and at the same time I'll do this..." One of his fingers moved into the cleft between Kouki's buttocks and started teasing his hole.

He had touched himself there just a few days ago, after the talk with Kudoh-san, imagining it was Akashi who was fingering him, but the reality exceeded all of his fantasies.

"Yes..." he sobbed out, his head completely empty, able only to nod vehemently. Somehow his hands moved down and started gripping Akashi's shirt out of the trousers. He wanted him naked, now, here, at this moment.

Soon the world was spinning and he felt something soft under his back. Akashi toppled him back on the futon, moving on top of him with speed. Kouki parted his legs to let him come as close as possible and then crossed ankles on the other boy's back.

Akashi slammed down on him, making him hiss both from the powerful pressure and pain. His hands snuck under the shirt, touching hot, smooth skin and moving upwards, breaking the kiss only for Akashi to take it off. He got only a peek of the muscular, slim body before his mouth was devoured once again and bold movements of the tongue made him shiver.

The boy on top of him was thrusting into him, making Kouki's cock painfully aroused with his own hard muscle. He even forgot that his pants were undone until a warm hand closed around the head that was straining against the material.

"Yes, please..."

It wasn't his voice—it was too shaky, too breathy, too needy—but it had to be since Akashi hadn't moved his mouth.

"Take your shirt off," murmured a commanding and, at the same time, soft voice into his ear. Without thinking twice he sat up awkwardly and almost tore the sleeve in a hurry.

Seijuuro couldn't stop staring. He loved Kouki's chest since the first time he saw it. And now he could touch it. With strangely shaking fingers, something that never happened before, he stroked the warm skin and smiled victoriously when Kouki's eyelids fluttered and closed.

Touching warm skin he moved closer and kissed his slender neck. Furihata gasped and moved his head to the side, almost as in invitation. The first bite made the boy hiss, but the second tore out of him a moan full of pleasure. His head lolled and fell back, hips moving up along with his chest. Akashi's fingers were teasing no longer soft nipples, pinching them slightly, while his tongue was mercilessly lapping on very tender skin on the neck.

He was in control here, Kouki was surrendering to him completely with a passion and that was arousing Seijuuro beyond his mind.

"Such a good boy..." he whispered hotly and grinned evilly when a shiver ran through the body under him. Yes, Furihata loved dirty talk, especially when it was whispered into his ear in a cold voice. And that was a very interesting revelation. "Such a pretty boy... You like it, don't you? Being bitten, slammed into with force. Hmm?"

He couldn't stop admiring the heavy blush that was on Kouki's face. One of the light brown eyes cracked open and looked down.

"I..." He touched his lips with tongue, probably thinking how to explain it, but he didn't had a chance. Seijuuro moved up and boldly licked the sticking out tongue. Furihata's eyes opened with shock and then—trembling slightly and looking to the side—he did something that almost made Akashi come.

He moved his tongue out even further.

Not being one to decline such an offer, Seijuuro started licking it, not caring for all the saliva that was dripping from their mouths. It was messy. It was dirty. It was perfect. But he couldn't do this for too long—soon he had the urge to suck the tongue into his mouth and increase the movement of his hips.

His whole body was aflame with need. Tearing himself from this heated kissing was hard, but the feel of Kouki's hard nipple between his lips and the cry that tore out of the boy's mouth were more than an equivalent prize. He was sucking, biting, and teasing the nub to the point the skin around it had gotten red. This was so good, so pleasant... But still not what he needed.

With a sudden flash of inspiration he looked up to see Kouki staring at him from heavy-lidded eyes. When their eyes locked Furihata moaned, his head lolled and cock made a slight jerk.

"Your eyes..." he breathed and reached his hands out for Akashi's face, coercing him closer, so he could kiss him. "I love your eyes... so beautiful, so gorgeous..."

He smiled and kissed back, only lightly stroking the hard muscle in his hand. Kouki was in such a haze that he probably didn't know what was happening, too much stimulation, he supposed. That didn't stop Seijuuro from leaning in and sucking on the soft earlobe before whispering:

"I'm going to suck you, take your dick in my mouth and drink your sperm, Kouki... And you'll love it."

Taking only a second to admire the lust in those eyes, feeling how the legs under him swiftly parted, Seijuuro slid down, took Kouki's pants and underwear off, and licked his lips.

A flash of dread came through thick haze of arousal. Why was Akashi looking at him like that? Was he repulsed? Kouki wasn't very well-endowed and he wanted to say that he was quite good at operating with it, but he wasn't sure if that was of any interest for the boy. Taking the risk he moved his legs even more to the side, pulling on the muscles and hoping that his bold exposure would do something for Akashi.

Heterochromatic eyes looked up—from his cock, via abdomen, chest and neck, up to his eyes—and Furihata felt his breath stop. He was weak against Akashi's gaze, so sharp and intense.

"You're gorgeous, Kouki," he whispered in a broken voice, then cleared his throat, so the next words came out more sure. "Never think otherwise. A true feast for the eyes..." he murmured, leaning down and without even a slight hesitation licked Furihata's shaft in one, languid movement.

From this moment, the world became blurry. He could feel his chest getting off the bed, arching almost impossibly, could feel one of his hand gripping the sheets to stop himself from thrashing around too much, but his hips were not listening to him, and neither were his legs. He was moving almost from side to side, but never losing the scorching, wet heat on his cock, that was moving and making him feel the pleasure that no one ever could give him. His head was constantly in motion, just as his lips, but he didn't know the words that were coming out of him. Kouki only knew that it was Akashi, that he was pleasuring him beyond any means, that his hand was buried into soft, magenta hair he loved and that it was so good, so close, so intimate, so loving, so...

His next thoughts were stopped by the haze that came over his mind when he cried out and the pleasure was too much, almost pain, but so good, so close, Akashi, Akashi, Akashi...

"A-ka-shi..." he sobbed out and then, with a cry, came.

His mouth was filled with sour fluid, but he didn't mind the taste much—he never knew that giving someone head could be this pleasurable. Kouki was so gorgeous, so responsive, so natural in whatever he was doing. He couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop crying out, telling Seijuuro how much he loved him, how good he was, how amazing it felt, how he wanted Akashi to take him...

He, himself, was so close to coming that when he stopped swallowing and moved up he thought that it would take no more than a few strokes and he would come all over Kouki's beautiful chest. He wanted to mark him in some way. But suddenly he was pushed and hurt blossomed in his chest - he was never rejected this much when he was so sure that Furihata was enjoying, was he moving too fast, maybe it was a huge mistake and once again he wanted just too much, too fast...

His depressed thoughts were interrupted by sloppy hands trying to undo his trousers.

"Off, off..." mumbled Kouki, looking half-dead, with a crazed look in his eyes that made Seijuuro take his pants down faster than ever. Furihata bended in half and took him in one swift movement, moaning when Akashi's cock made its way into his mouth. He choked and moved a little back, but took a deep breath and started moving his head up and down, his lips tight on Seijuuro's shaft.

He had no idea why or how and he loved it. His arms were barely taking his weight, they were shaking so badly, but he wouldn't miss this, didn't want to—that messy brown head moving between his legs, muffled moans clearly heard and... He barely registered the fact that Kouki was touching his own hole with his fingers before he came, spilling in Furihata's mouth, growling with pleasure and his arms gave at that moment, but he didn't even realize it, so deep in pleasure he was.

When he finally came to—all sweaty and breathing so hard like he'd just run twenty miles—Seijuuro looked at Kouki and found him flushed and hiding his face, sitting in a very protective pose.

"What's the matter?" he asked and with a start, realized he was hoarse.

"I... couldn't... too much and..." He pointed at a wet stain on the cover. "I couldn't drink..."

He would laugh but knew that this would scare Kouki off like nothing else. So he just reached for him and forcefully, with a slightly trembling hand, forced him into a hug.

"It's okay..." he whispered, kissing the sweaty forehead gently. "I didn't expect you to swallow, especially since it was your first time." But then he chuckled. He was in such a good mood, he couldn't stop himself. "You completely surprised me, I could never tell you were this straightforward. And it really takes a lot to shock me."

"You're not mad?"

"Don't be daft, who would be?" His hand gripped his naked hip and caressed it. Furihata mewled, his head jerking back. "And I love the way you react to my touch..." he murmured into messy hair, feeling suddenly very sleepy and not able to give a damn about going to shower.

Kouki was also relaxed so much that they probably were on verge of sleep, so he dragged the drowsy boy a little back, so they could get under thin covers—both completely naked and enjoying the touch of flesh on flesh. Furihata mumbled something about too hot and moved around but pressed his back and ass firmly on Seijuuro's front, clearly wanting to be hugged from behind.

He was more than happy to oblige.

If someone asked Seijuuro how he usually behaved after a night with the person he kind of slept with, he would say that he usually kicked them out at the first possible moment, not wanting to ever see their face again. This time, though, he wanted to wake up with his arms full of Kouki, to sniff his hair and lay soft kisses over the nape of his neck and back, coerce him into a heated morning that would help their muscles stretch as much as possible.

No such luck. The thing that woke them both up was Kouki's cellphone ringing loudly. Furihata, mumbling something unintelligibly, reached for it and fumbled with it for a few seconds before pressing the button.

"Yeah? Mmm, a little... sleeping, yeah..." Then he moaned, but not in the nice, breathy way that Seijuuro wanted to hear, but with dread. "Do I really have to? Coach, I'm in Kyoto right now... What do you mean why? I'm... er... uh..." He looked at Akashi, who was watching him intently, and a cute blush appeared on his face. "I'm visiting a friend. You said we have today free!" When screeching on the phone started getting too loud, he moved the phone away from his ear a little. "Okay, okay. I'll be there, but not sooner than three hours. Wha- coach, I beg you..." he whined and let his head fall down. "You just woke me up. Show some mercy."

A few seconds later, he let the phone drop and hit his head on the pillow.

"You need to go?"

Akashi tried to keep his voice natural, but it was hard. He was annoyed.

"Yeah, coach wants us to do some special training today, even if she said we're free," he moaned and then rolled on his back and sat up. "I need to go and catch the first train possible, otherwise she'll skin me." Then Furihata looked down at himself and his blush came back. "Can I... ugh... take a shower somewhere?"

"Why? Are you sticky?" Seijuuro grinned with malice when Kouki's face got so red it started looking unhealthy. "It's the second door you see there." He waved his hand in the general direction of the bathroom. "There are fresh towels inside, so just use them."

There was a tense nodding of the head. Damn. Did they take a step back instead of forward? After all, this counted as serious cheating on that girl, no matter if Kouki didn't like her—Seijuuro supposed the boy could have some guilt issues.

And, sure enough, just as Furihata came out of the shower, fully clothed, with wet hair and a flushed look on his face, his first words were:

"I'm sorry, Akashi-san."

He had no idea why Akashi sighed and smiled sadly.

"It's okay. I pushed you too fast, I suppose."

Kouki's jaw dropped and only after few seconds was he able to shake his head.

"No, it's not about that!" Shit, he was starting to talk without any filter, picking up all of his stuff and doing everything but looking at his host. "I'm sorry that I have to go so early, I didn't know that coach was sure that we're going to press her into having a practice and not have a day off. It seems that when she spotted Hyuuga-senpai laying in his garden and laughing at some manga, she snapped. Shit, and I was happy to spend a day with you, but sorry, I have to go, catch a train, change into training clothes, and then catch a train to school. Three hours is the longest she gave me but I'm not sure I'll manage. Oh, if you want, er, that is... maybe come for dinner? Probably not, you'll want to rest a little, huh? No problem, it's been a long time since I dined with my landlord, so I'll just..."

"I'll come happily," said Akashi and Kouki almost stiffened, because something was telling him that wasn't the end of it. And he was right. "I'll come if you're going to look at me sometime today. I don't like you ignoring me like that."

Kouki was wrenching his fingers, trying to speak, but it was hard. He opened his mouth and then shut it, and did it again. After the third or fourth time, he actually got the courage to murmur:

"I'm not sure how... how to... that is..."

"Are you feeling awkward?"

His face was getting red, he was sure of it, but he risked a quick glance at Akashi. The boy was still naked, but covered with the thin sheet in a strategic place, but what was most important was his face—soft, understanding eyes and a gentle smile. He wasn't mad, wasn't judging him.

"A little... When I was with girls I knew what to do, now I'm just..." He coughed and scratched his neck. "I'm embarrassed?"

"You're asking me?"

"Er, no, I..." He groaned and stiffly sat beside Akashi, then leaned in and gently kissed him. "Is it okay?"

Warm, strong arms encircled his shoulders and soon Kouki found himself being embraced.

"It is more than okay. It's perfectly normal that you don't know how to react. And it's cute." He chuckled and kissed Furihata's temple. "Let me take a shower and I'll go with you and wait for you in your room, if that's not a problem."

"But... you'll be bored" he said, suddenly feeling both unsure and trying to stop himself from gripping his chest when something warm squeezed him.

"No. I wanted to read a book I've been neglecting for some time and at least at your place I'll have peace and quiet." Suddenly he grimaced. "That is, if that girl will not be there, also."

"Shimeno-kun? No, she won't be."

"Good. Although it's a shame you're still with her," he purred and leaned in, so he could bite Kouki's ear. Sparks of pleasure travelled from his ear down his body, setting it aflame with desire. "If you were single last night, we surely would have ended up having sex. I would love to fuck you... and you would love to have my cock up your ass."

He had to bite his mouth to stop himself from saying that he did break up with Shimeno almost a week ago, so they should forget about his coach and start with working on the cock up Kouki's ass part.

But Akashi was already standing up and going to the bathroom and Furihata couldn't stop himself from admiring how fit the boy was—quite short, but with nicely sculpted muscles on his arms, back, and even his ass clenched with every step. And those legs... With mortification Kouki realized he was getting hard.

He bolted up and started doing anything he could think of—from making up the futons, to once again checking his things, to looking around and reading the titles of the books Akashi had on his shelves. Suddenly, a hand appeared from behind him and pulled out a very large tome.

"I was talking about this one," a low tone whispered into his ear.

"Oh, okay..."

"So, ready?"

"Ye-yes!"

"Maaan, I'm beat!"

Gasping for air, Junpei let his shaking legs rest by plopping on the ground. For some reason, Riko had decided to keep third-years for one session more, letting the younger ones go home. He had to admit that at this moment, with all of his heart, he hated the short-haired girl that was bouncing and smiling happily. She was a demon—to make everyone get their asses to the gym on their day off. Especially since each and every one of them already had some plans.

She'd caught Izuki at the pool while he was helping his sister swimming. Teppei was with his grandmother at the hospital for some check-ups. Kuroko and Kagami, not very subtly, were found at Kagami's, and somehow the fact that an almost naked Kagami opened her door hadn't bothered the coach as much as the fact that the smaller boy was almost limping, wincing with pain at every move of his hips. Koganei was with his sister on a shopping spree and he was probably the only one who happily trotted in here. Furihata was in Kyoto visiting a friend and the same with Mitobe, who was on a date with one of his sister's friends. One of their first years, a very promising point-guard Shinnosuke, couldn't come since he was at his grandparent's in a place where there were only two trains by day.

And the temperature was ridiculously high, so they were sweating like pigs. Rolling on the floor he spotted something on the bench.

"Huh?" He looked at it and sighed. "That's Furihata's bag. The idiot forgot it."

Teppei looked at him with a weary smile.

"We can always take it to him. His house isn't so far from mine and I can always find a place for you all to sleep." When Hyuuga opened his mouth, Kiyoshi cut in. "We need to take care of our kouhai's and besides he probably will need his changing shoes. If he walks too long in training ones he could destroy them."

"I pass," moaned Izuki, rubbing his shoulder. "I passed too many balls and..." His eyes lit up and he started whispering. "That's it! I have to pass because of passes!"

"Seriously, Izuki, stop it," whined Koganei and Mitobe nodded. "I'm going home, taking a cold shower, and then I'll hide myself in a freezer for the next year."

"Mitobe?"

The boy shook his head. Probably wants to go and find this girl and apologize. Junpei wasn't surprised—he would tell Riko off for destroying a date but the difference was that he could talk.

"So, wanna run the whole way?" chirped Riko, definitely too happy. "Joking, joking. C'mon, gear up."

After the showers, the day was better—cold water made Junpei more alive and made him remember why he was here. Luckily, the train wasn't very packed and after three stops they got off. They listened to coach's idiotic tales about amazing training programs she'd invented while walking in the general direction of Furihata's house—but since they were basing it only on Teppei's memory of the place, he was more than sure they were going the wrong way.

The sound of a bouncing ball made them stop and look around. Junpei was feeling uneasy—the whole park was covered by bushes and he felt like someone could jump them and kill them all without even bothering to hide it. But the sound still made him smile, even if that was stupid.

"Again?! That's unfair!"

Wait, Junpei knew that voice.

"Isn't that Furihata-kun?" Riko was already going to the side, looking for what had to be a court somewhere there.

"That was him, right?" Teppei, the idiot, followed her and Junpei, being the only source of reason here, had to go after them and be prepared for just about anything. When he joined them, looking down from the bushes with wide eyes and a slack jaw, he felt a cold shiver go down his spine.

"What's going on?"

Riko croaked out some sound and pointed her finger down. So, yeah, the court was pretty worn-out and no actual game could be played there—the grass grew in the cracks of the pavement, there was only one hoop that looked like it had been planted there a century ago—and Furihata, all wet, was standing with a ball under his arm, looking quite pissed, but what...

"It's absolutely fair. Your dribbling skills are still abysmal."

Oh, that's why. His own jaw was going down. Akashi was standing there, sweating slightly and with a strange smile, that he never thought the boy could have.

"Your right leg is moving forward, while the left one is still grounded. That's why your reaction time is longer than mine."

"Shit, he's right," muttered Riko, taking out her phone.

"What are you doing?" he whispered with a shock.

"Taking notes. Shut up, I want to listen."

Rakuzan's captain was now kneeling in front of Furihata, moving his left leg up.

"You need to start moving it less high than you usually do and let your thigh muscles work more than your knees." His hand snuck under Furihata's shorts and Junpei wondered why.

"He's showing him which muscles," mumbled the girl and pulled at her hair. "Damn, why didn't I see that? He's going to ruin his knees if he goes like he is!"

Well, it didn't look much like showing muscles to him, especially with Furihata's bright red face, but he wasn't going to argue.

"You could just stop using your eyes..."

"No can do, Kouki. I hope I'll have the opportunity to play against you, so I want you to know how I usually play. Who knows, maybe you'll be able to pass me?"

Furihata chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, right. Passing you? Have I ever managed that?" He sighed and rubbed his head, looking quite shy. "I'm not that good, Akashi-san, I've told you from the start. There are better than me and we have a first year who's a better point guard than me."

Junpei wanted to go in there and smack the idiot on the head. He wasn't good? What's with that weakling talk?! He was perfect for hard games when the point-guard had to be cautious and not hot-headed like Shinnosuke or too focused on attack like Izuki. And even if he wasn't perfect it still...

"Maybe, but you're average which means you should be able to challenge me even a little. But you aren't. I wonder why. You're not trying your best, even though I am."

"It's just that your best is much better than my best. Akashi-san can we drop this and just go and eat dinner? I'm famished."

"Not until you stop me, even if for a second."

Furihata groaned and started dribbling the ball and looking around the ground.

"You do realize that as long as we're here I can't cook anything, so you'll be without food, also?"

"Oh, and what did you plan for today?"

"Dumplings, and they take some time to make."

"Salty?"

"Of course."

Akashi smiled and took a pose to stop Furihata.

"Then give it your all because I want to eat them."

One step forward, to the side, dribble, on the left, right, left... Junpei could say that the boy had gotten better, much better. His movements were swifter, faster, and the moment that Furihata started to be determined, he had a really great form and way of moving. Not to mention his face got quite scary.

"He's cool, no?" chuckled Teppei.

"Look!" Riko started tugging on Junpei's sleeve, with bright eyes. "He shifted his weight from his knees to his thighs! Unconsciously! Or maybe they got on this part before?"

"Yeah, yeah, just don't ruin my shirt," he mumbled and looked with awe as his usually clumsy kouhai was actually being able to pass one of the biggest basketball prodigies he ever saw.

Akashi's tried to intercept the ball, but Furihata—at the very last second—changed his route slightly, moving his feet to the right side and before Rakuzan's captain did steal the ball he made a few steps towards the basket.

"I'm so going to let him play at some games!" whispered Riko, in an unusually breathy voice.

"I suppose after all of that we need to thank Akashi-kun, huh?" Teppei looked like nothing surprised him, but it was obvious he was quite shocked.

Junpei nodded and looked back down at the boys on the court and suddenly an alarm in his head went off. Akashi was striking towards the suddenly stiff Furihata.

"Oi, he's going to hit...!"

His voice caught in his throat when Akashi hauled the other boy forward by his waist and kissed him. But the worst part was that Furihata didn't push him away and scream bloody murder—his fucking hands moved to Akashi's fucking shoulders and started tugging on the fucking shirt and the fucking moan was heard even in the fucking place they were at!

Junpei had seen many kissing scenes in his life—and he had to admit he had seen one or two gay ones (hey, he was just a teenager and had access to the internet!)—but this one was no joke. It looked damn serious. When he heard a choking sound his head moved and the sight made him almost laugh.

Riko's eyes were huge. She was staring at the boys (Akashi had his hands under Furihata's shirt at this moment) with a slack jaw and croaking some words that weren't that much coherent.

Luckily, Teppei was still there with them.

"I think we should go. Just leave Furihata-kun's stuff with his landlord and forget about it. It's not our business."

They dragged the half-comatose girl away and when they were safely in Kiyoshi's room, Junpei had had enough.

"Will you stop it? It's not like you've never heard about gays! You saw Kuroko and..."

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT!" she screeched, pulling at her hair, with tears—angry tears?—in her eyes. "THAT MEANS TWO OF MY PLAYERS WILL BE UNABLE TO TRAIN PROPERLY BECAUSE THEIR ASSES HURT TOO MUCH!"

A/N: And with this let's end for today ^.^ Next chapter will give us some serious moments and, no surprise here (?), lemons! Although personally I think the one I wrote in this chapter are the best of all I've written in English, no matter the pairing (though MidoTaka's hot scene in "It's annoying" – you can find it in my profile – is quite close!).

Enough of rambling. Now, please, review ^.^ I'm waiting each and every time for the reviews! Did you like the smut here? Or not? And what do you think about Kikune's story? Was it a shock?

Oh, and I DID made a freaking embarrassing mistake in the previous chapter! It's indeed HAYAMA not HAYAKAWA but I have no idea how to fix it, I've never did it before ;A;