Sinfully Yours
A/N: Like what I kept on mentioning in the past, the AoKaga and Midotaka story arcs will be long and complicated. I mean, I am all for some hot man to man AoKaga loving, but I also like the slow build. My favorite yaoi stories are those that didn't get to the boning part until the last 30% of the book.
I really don't like senseless smut, all for the sake of reading – whaddayaknow? – smut. Most of the time I skim through the pages until I get to the actual plot, hehehe...
I want to thank all those that have been patiently following. I swear I'm not gonna make GoM sleep with one another as rebound fucks. Heck, no.
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Kuroko walked on the fourth floor lobby, his steps light. He had always been a quiet guy, and no one in the lobby noticed him, even if he was some big rock star who came from the party downstairs.
Room 407.
Kuroko tried hard not to feel revulsion as he came to the door bearing that number. Fine. Time to get this show on the road. Akashi sledom demanded his attention anyway. What was another casual hook up? Akashi would eventually get bored and move on from him, now that their paths rarely crossed.
Kuroko just had to make sure they did not meet again in an event like this to give Akashi some weird ideas.
Kuroko did not bother knocking. He knew the door was unlocked anyway.
He slid in quietly, noting the lavish design of the room. It must have cost a fortune to stay in this suite for a night.
Akashi was seated on the elegant looking bed, a tall wine glass in his hand. For any other guy, being chased by someone as hot and handsome as Akashi Seijuro would be considered an impossible fantasy. He was physically perfect in all sense.
Kuroko sniffed, his stomach lurching in distate. To him, this was nothing but a bother.
Akashi held out the glass wine. "Come, let's drink, my beautiful Kuroko. We have all night."
Kuroko immediately attacked the buttons of his polo shirt. "I'd rather we finish quickly. I need to get back to the guys."
Akashi watched as the smaller man hurriedly undressed, getting vexed by each passing second. Akashi rarely got ruffled by Kuroko's calm uncaring composure all the time,in fact Akashi thought it was a huge turn on that he could make someone as frigid as Kuroko moan during sex. He was proud of that feat.
But tonight everything seemed off.
Akashi placed the glass on the night stand, standing and grabbing Kuroko by the arm. "So you want this to be quick, eh?"
Kuroko made a low growling sound in his throat. "Wait. I need to take off all my clothes. I don't want any stain."
It enflamed Akashi further. Instead of letting go, he bodily dragged Kuroko and threw him on the soft thick bed. Kuroko hit the surface face first, bouncing. Akashi, in general was good in bed, though they did some rough housing once in a while. Kuroko used to like it in the past, being manhandled by Akashi, it felt a little thrilling to know he was being forced into something and that he couldn't do anything about it.
But tonight it was nothing but a hassle.
When Akashi moved on top of him, grabbed him by the hair and pulled back, Kuroko cried out in pain. Akashi eased his hold, and instead, turned the bluenette's face aside, meeting his lips in an angry heated kiss. Kuroko kept his mouth shut at first but Akashi forced it open with his insistent tongue.
Akashi's other hand snaked lower until it could fondle Kuroko's privates, stroking, squeezing. He unbuttoned Kuroko's pants and his hand delved inside the blue haired composer's underwear, gripping his flaccid cock.
Akashi hissed in his ear, "You insult me with this."
Kuroko pulled his head away from the hard grip, gritting his teeth in anger. He didn't know why he put up with Akashi's shit all these years. It was like, everything he did in the past, in order to get along with Akashi, to make sure they worked together well, everything was for the band.
He had endured so much for the band.
Kuroko closed his eyes, vividly remembering the look of sadness on Kise's face. Did he have to endure that kind of pained expression from Kise, too?
Kuroko mustered all his strength, struggling against Akashi's firm hold, and with great force he launched up, toppling Akashi backward on the bed.
Panting and running out of breath from his struggle, Kuroko pulled at his clothes, his fingers trembling as he began to button up his pants. Akashi glared up at him.
Kuroko spat,"I can't do this anymore. "
Akashi jeered, "You'never complained before. Not even once. I always made you feel good."
Kuroko tucked in his shirt in his pants. "That was before. Im not sleeping with you again, Akashi!"
Akashi was unfazed by the challenge. "Oh, yeah? Say... It would be too bad if rumors would begin floating about a certain band and how – strange their apetites are when it comes to bedroom – ahh – activities."
Kuroko stopped buttoning his shirt, eyeing their former band leader with cold contempt. In a colder voice he said, "Do what you want."
Akashi scoffed, "What? Not scared about what it's going to do to your career and to those boys you care so much about?"
"Fuck you!" Kuroko yelled, thick veins popping out from his neck in agitation. "Do what you fucking want. Our music is bigger than you, asshole!"
And with that, Kuroko strode away, leaving Akashi lying on the bed. He was admittedly shaken by this encounter. Kuroko had never once gone against his wishes before nor had he ever raised his voice. He was the type of a cold uncaring guy who just went with the flow.
Akashi had long wanted to see Kuroko break. But not like this, though. He had always been waiting for the day when Kuroko would show some deep emotion for him – like great admiration for his limitless talents. Lots of people greatly adored Akashi, worshipping the ground he walked on, but Kuroko had never been dazzled by any of that glitz.
Akashi grabbed the wineglass on the nightstand and hurled it to the floor. The carpet was thick and soft so the glass did not shatter, simply rolled away.
"Damn you, Kuroko!"
Akashi fumbled for his cellphone, dialling the number he knew so well. "Atsushi!" he barked. "Come up to my room. I need a fuck."
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Kuroko made it to the elevator at a half run. He would go back to the lounge and talk to Kise. In the past Kuroko never cared if Akashi would have his way with him, simply because sex was just a senseless activity with the sole purpose of bed partners mutually reaching the peak of sexual gratification.
Taking a dump sometimes felt more orgasmic than that.
But Kuroko couldn't forget how desolate Kise had looked, just because Kuroko would engage in a casual hook up with Akashi. Kise was one of those sweet people who had sex with their partners out of deep love and respect.
Kuroko realized he did not want to lose Kise's respect and friendship. And his love especially. When he got back to the ballroom, he tried to find where the guys were, but no one seemed to be around. Whoa, where were they?
Finding a quiet spot, Kuroko took his phone and dialled Kise's number. It was out of reach. Next he tried Takao's number.
Takao had just experienced a mindblowing orgasm inside the company van, with Midorima's dick still buried in him. Takao was wheezing and panting on top of the drummer, straddling him on the backseat. Midorima, likewise was trying to catch his breath.
Takao's phone was ringing somewhere on the floor. He didn't move from where he was, his sweaty face buried on Shin-chan's equally sweaty neck, tasting of salt and pure man.
Midorima nudged him. "Move. You're heavy."
Takao hugged him tighter. "Don't wanna. I like it in here."
Midorima made an annoyed sound, struggling to get out of Takao's arms. "Idiot. Your phone's ringing."
"Aww, shit." Takao groaned as Midorima slipped free of him. Takao reached down for his phone on his pants' back pocket. Brushing off the sweaty bangs off his face, he looked at the caller ID. "Hey, Kuroko! Kise told me you're with Akashi?"
"No, I'm not," came Kuroko's terse reply.
Takao glanced at Midorima, who was disposing the used condom and zipping up. "Where are you?"
"I'm back at the party. Where's Kise?"
"He said he's going home," Takao replied, baffled.
There was a short pause. Takao offered, "I'll pick you up. I'm in the van with – uhh – Midorima."
"No, it's okay. I'll just take a cab. Thank you. Bye." Then Kuroko hung up.
Takao quizzically looked at his pone. "What's up with them all taking cabs when we have a perfectly roomy van here? I don't get these guys."
Midorima was reclining on the seat, fast asleep.
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Kagami tried to keep up with the conversations in the table, about who the latest debuting idols were, who had the highest sales in the past three months, who starred in the most humiliating scandals...
But he still couldn't shake away the thought of Aomine's angry face the whole night. He was terribly bothered by it.
And he was also getting extremely bothered with how Fumiko spent almost the whole night snuggling up to him, pressing her plump breasts on his arms. Kagami, under normal circumstances would get into the groove of things and finally invite Fumiko out, just the two of them. Since both of them lived in agency dorms and houses, the safest place would be a hotel.
But try as he might, Kagami couldn't get into the groove of things. Fumi-chan was pretty, alright, and she had perfect round hips, but they were not enough to take Kagami's mind off Aomine's strange behavior tonight.
Aomine couldn't have been jealous of Fumi-chan, could he?
Kagami sighed to himself. That was the only conclusion he could think of. But it was so – so lame. And childish.
And – unexplicably endearing.
Kagami had mixed feelings about it. If Aomine was really jealous that Kagami spent the night in the company of Fumi-chan and her friends, then what should Kagami do about it?
It was sweet in a way, having someone be jealous about him.
Aomine looked really angry this time. Wait. Wasn't this the best excuse for Aomine to finally stop harrassing him? If they stopped interacting, and just began working professionally, it meant Kagami didn't have to deal with the sexual tension all the time with the guitarist. It was the perfect solution.
Kagami slumped on his seat, suddenly saddened by the thought, though he couldn't understand why. How many times had he wished for Aomine to stop flirting with him? And now, if Aomine would keep his distance, they would just have to work in a professional level. His life would finally know peace.
Would that be really okay? Aomine getting mad at him?
Should Kagami even apologize?
He was troubled by all these thoughts the whole time that he completely lost his interest in Fumi-chan and any other girl in the group. In the end, he took a cab home alone. Fumiko seemed a bit drunk so her groupmates had to stay with her and help her get to their dorms.
Kagami didn't know what to think anymore as he waited at the backseat, watching the cars sped by.
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Kise was sitting on a wooden bench on the dark balcony of their house. He could hear some mosquitoes buzzing around him but Kise did not turn on any light. He'd like to wallow in self in pity in the dark.
Maybe it was always his fault, because he didn't fight for Kuroko enough. Until this time he was still so intimidated by Akashi that he couldn't do anything to tell the red haired musician that he also liked Kuroko.
But suppose... Even if Kise told Akashi that, what good would come out of it? Kuroko wasn't even his in the first place.
It was so ironic, how good looking Kise knew he was, and how countless fan girls would kill to be in his bed,only to be in love with a cool distant guy like Kuroko. Kise shrugged. It could not be helped, though. Even though Kuroko was a quiet guy, he was one of the most intelligent people Kise had ever met. He seldom expressed his opinions, but he was a born leader through and through.
He was also very gentle, and caring in his own way. For a loud tactless guy like Kise, Kuroko was the perfect balance he needed.
He had been attracted to Kuroko since high school, loving how slender he was. Kise loved the fact that Kuroko was so tiny because it meant Kise could easily cover him with his whole body. Kise's type was always the twinky ones.
Haaaaaahhhh, he sighed. And they had another recording session come tomorrow, Monday, in the afternoon. How would he sing with powerful vocals when he was feeling so down? Oh, it was hopeless.
Just thinking what Akashi might be doing to Kuroko right now was enought to make his chest tighten. Kise felt fresh tears sting his eyes. Sniffing, he rubbed his eyed with his arm. Why is this so hard?
The balcony doors slowly slid open.
Kise was jolted in surprise. There was no one in the house when he came home, but it was probably Aomine since the guitarist also left the party early. Kise rubbed his eyes more vigorously, knowing that he would not hear the end of it if Aomine teased him about Kuroko. What did he say to Aomine a while ago? We can't all have what we want?
Damn straight!
"Aominecchi, is that you?" Kise called out, modulating his voice.
The footsteps were feather light, contrary to Aomine's heavy ones. Kise watched as the figure came closer and closer.
His mouth falling open, Kise was shocked to find Kuroko standing over him, his figure illuminated by the dim light cast by the moon above. Kuroko smiled down at him, "Why is it so dark in here?"
Kise still couldn't speak. He just gaped at Kuroko.
The smaller man crossed the remaining distance between them, standing between the V of Kise's legs. With a calloused hand, he gently carressed Kise's cheek. "I'm home," he whispered.
Kise's eyes filled with tears again. " I – I – thought you were – "
Kuroko used his thumbs to wipe away Kise's tears. "I thought so, too. But, no, nothing happened between us. I couldn't do it anymore."
"R-really?" Kise squeaked in a shrill voice.
Kuroko had to smile at how adorable this big crybaby looked, tears and snot falling down on his face. Kise's shoulders trembled and he sniffed once – twice.
Kuroko chuckled. So cuuuutteee!
He slowly sat down to straddle Kise. The blonde looked bewildered, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "I – I thought you said – you didn't do this with co-workers?" he stupidly asked.
Kuroko leaned forward, his lips just a hairbreadth away from Kise's. "What's the point? Whether we're sleeping with each other or not – It would still affect our job. Might as well be together. I want you. I' ve always wanted you."
Kise's eyes turned into saucers as Kuroko finally kissed him.
But his shock only lasted for a second.
Kuroko started grinding his ass on Kise's erection that Kise lost all his hesitation. He grabbed the smaller man, pressing up towards him, their kisses turning hot and forceful.
This was heaven!
Kuroko wrapped his arms around Kise's neck and his legs around Kise's waist. "Take me to bed, Ryouta," he demanded.
"Y-yes, sir!" Kise quipped, moving to stand, while he carried Kuroko with him, wrapped around his body like that.
Their room was the first from the balcony. Kise kicked it open and shut, lowering Kuroko to bed. As soon as Kuroko hit the soft mattress, his hand delved into the night stand, taking their supplies and opening the nightlamp. He turned to Kise who was awkwardly standing there, watching his every move.
"Hurry," Kuroko breathed.
Kise immediately began stripping his thick suit jacket, then shook as he unbuttoned his shirt. When he looked at Kuroko –
Shit.
It was the hottest thing Kise had ever seen in his life.
Kuroko had turned over on his elbows and knees, his jeans halfway through his legs. And Kuroko was – Dear mother of mercy – His hand was reaching behind himself, his two lubed fingers going in and out of his tight passage. He looked so sexy preparing himself like that!
Kise was practically drooling on the floor.
Kuroko turned to him. "C-condom."
"Y-yes..."
Kise fumbled with the wrapper, as if it was the first time he was using this. When he finally sheathed himself, he knelt behind Kuroko, clutching his hips. He was going to join Kuroko's fingers in Kuroko's tight little hole but the composer's ass rose to meet his cock. Kuroko removed his fingers and instead began stroking himself. "It's fine. Just go in."
"O-okay..." Kise gasped.
It was tight, it was hot, it was torture to squeeze into that first ring of muscle. Kuroko buried his face on the bed, biting the pillow. It stung a little because it had been along time since he allowed anyone to fuck him.
Kise was breathing in short gasps behind him and Kuroko could tell the bigger guy was doing his best to be gentle. Kuroko's heart was warmed by the thought of it.
When at last Kise had gone all in, Kuroko rotated his ass, trying to get accustomed to the thick girth. Kise moaned low, dropping his face on Kuroko's clothed back.
"It's okay. Move," Kuroko ordered.
Kise didn't know if a thing such as this could ever happen again, he swore not to rush and give Kuroko the sweetest pleasure. Even if it killed Kise.
They tried several quick and shallow strokes. After a while, when Kuroko felt like he was getting used to it, he urged Kise to go faster. "Harder..."
Kise's control snapped. He lost his head, letting his cock take over. His hips pistoning, he slammed into Kuroko faster and faster, more forceful than he would have liked, but he couldn't hold back. It felt so good, so hot inside Kuroko.
Kuroko kept on squeezing his balls, trying to find his own release. Funny, it hurt a bit because Kise was being too rough but he couldn't help but enjoy all of it!
Kise was chanting behind him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I can't stop! I'm sorry..."
Kuroko couldn't stop himself from chuckling. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy while having sex. Kuroko braced his weight on one elbow and reached behind him with his other arm, to grab Kise's tear and snot stained face. "Sssshhh, it's okay. I'm close."
Kuroko angled his mouth for a kiss, which Kise wholeheartedly gave him. Kise nailed him with one particular long stroke and Kuroko whimpered against his mouth. "Almost..."
Kuroko stroked his shaft more roughly, his head falling back down to the mattress. With a choked gasp he came all over his bedsheets, biting the pillow.
Kise waited for a few more seconds and then, he was coming, too, inside Kuroko's ass, the latex catching his seed.
They fell against each other, as Kuroko avoided the wet spot on his bed. For a few minutes nothing could be heard in the room except their wheezing, panting and hurried breaths.
Kise was reluctant to touch Kuroko, not knowing how the composer would react. Finally, after some time, Kuroko turned to him. "Can we move to your bed? This one's a little wet."
Kise nodded, getting up.
Once they were settled on Kise's bed, they still did not speak much. Kuroko's blanket left his chest exposed, while Kise was snuggling underneath it, covering half of his face. His eyes shyly darted from Kuroko and the wall.
Kuroko turned to him with a kind smile. "Hmmm? Did you want to say anything?"
Kise burrowed deeper into the blanket. "Are we – uhm – boyfriends now?" he asked in a small voice.
Kuroko reached out to ruffle the blond bangs covering his forehead. "Is that what you want?"
The blonde nodded eagerly. Kuroko removed the blanket from his face, his thumb tracing Kise's soft lips. Feeling happier than he had ever felt in a long while, Kuroko smiled, showing his perfect set of teeth.
"Okay. If you'll have me. Then yeah..."
Kise suddenly clasped the bluenette's hand with both his own. Tightly. "I love you very very much!" he swore fervently.
Kuroko had to giggle. Kise was so cute.
Like an adorable faithful puppy.
Kuroko moved closer to his new boyfriend, kissing him softly then whispering, "Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams," Kise whispered back.
It was so corny Kuroko wanted to die.
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Since the two new lovebirds were too sleepy from their previous activities, they had no idea what time Takao and Midorima got home, which was just approximately half an hour after they fell asleep.
As promised, Kagami came home before 2AM. He was a bit nervous as he opened his bedroom door, half expecting Aomine to harrass him again.
But no. His room was quiet.
Aomine didn't come home for the night.
Kagami sat gloomily on his bed, not knowing why the thought of Aomine suddenly becoming cold towards him was bothering him.
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In the morning, around 9AM, Kagami woke up, his eyes automatically darting to his roommate's bed.
Empty.
Kagami frowned. Where had that ahou been all night?
Kagami did his morning absolutions in the bathroom and went downstairs for breakfast. Because they all came home late from the party, 9AM was still considered very early.
It was so quiet downstairs. Which meant no one was still up.
He found Takao making coffee in the kitchen. "Morning."
"Morning, Kagami-kun. Would you like tea or coffee?"
"Coffee, please."
"I'm making okayu. Give it five more minutes," Takao said.
Kagami smiled. He already loved Takao for this. He loved okayu, or rice porridge. "Where's everyone?"
"Midorima's still sleeping. As for Kise and Kuroko, I think they're both smashed, too. Aomine though, he didn't come home. I called him a while ago. He said he's on his way."
Kagami curiously asked, "Did he stay at the party last night?"
"No, he left early."
"So where did he go?"
Takao shrugged. "He told me he stayed with a friend."
Kagami sat back on his chair, brooding at the vague response.
Then they heard a car park outside the house, the engine still running. Takao's head shot up. "That must be him."
Kagami went to the window, looking out to see if it was really Aomine's cab taking him home.
It was indeed Aomine, though the car was obviously not a taxi. It looked like a private vehicle. Kagami moved his shoulder away from the window so that Aomine wouldn't notice him. But he continued watching.
Aomine didn't look like he was drunk. In fact, he looked cheerful and fresh, as if he had just taken a shower. Kagami frowned as another man came out of the driver's seat, accompanying Aomine towards the entrance of the garage.
They weren't doing anything improper, just chatting and laughing with each other but Kagami noticed how enamored the other man was with Aomine, staring up at the guitarist,looking very pleased. He was probably a few years older and at six feet, he was a little shorter than Aomine.
In all fashion standards this guy driving Aomine home was also immaculately gorgeous. And judging by their body language, he was also gay. Funny. During this time that Kagami was living with GoM, his gaydar had impressively improved. He could probably pick up a scent a mile away now.
Kagami felt his heart suddenly beating wildly in his chest. That fucker Aomine. All this time he was telling Kagami that he liked him so much.
All Kagami did was turn away for a second and the bastard was beating down somebody else's door?The nerve!
Kagami found himself gritting his teeth in anoyance as he watched Aomine say goodbye and the other man reached up to squeeze the guitarist's muscled shoulder.
Flinging the curtain down, Kagami waited until Aomine was by the door. Before Aomine could even use his key, Kagami had already opened the door.
Aomine was a bit startled. Then, seeing it was Kagami, his expressin sobered up. He nodded stiffly at the red haired bassist, slipping past him to the stairs.
"Where did you stay last night?" Kagami asked softly, tryng hard to be casual.
Aomine paused mid-step on the stairs. In a bored tone he said, "Out." Then he continued climbing upstairs.
Kagami was non-plussed! He surely was.
If Aomine got any colder, it would be freezing solid in the room.
Kagami, not knowing why he was doing it, followed Aomine to their room. Okay, they were both guys. There shouldn't be any drama, right? They could talk like two sensible males here.
When he opened the door, Aomine had just removed his shirt. He was in the act of unzipping his pants.
The two idiots froze and stared at each other, Kagami by the door and Aomine holding his fly open. Normally, Aomine would just shove down his clothes down and gladly walk around Kagami completely nude, all part of his flirting, of course.
Kagami half expected Aomine to just undress like before.
Aomine, though, had other ideas. He smiled a fake smile and asked, "Dude, do you mind?"
Kagami flushed in embarrassment, as if he was caught wanting a peek from the guitarist. "S-sorry."
With a slam Kagami closed the door. He leaned against it, wondering why he was so interested to find out where Aomine had stayed last night and who that other guy was.
Damn it!
Back in the kitchen, as Kagami and Takao were sitting, eating their okayu, Takao was constantly chatting him up about the release date of their first single and that he hoped the sales would be big, since this was the new GoM now yadah yadah yadah...
Kagami kept on playing with his spoon, hearing only half of what Takao was saying, not sure about these confusing emotions he was feeling.
Aomine came to the kitchen and said good morning to the wall, getting a serving of okayu in a bowl. Kagami squirmed in his seat, waiting for Aomine to sit in his usual chair, which was facing Kagami.
Aomine didn't do that, of course.
Instead, he carried his bowl to the Living room, where he ate his breakfast in front of the big TV, while watching morning sports and news channels.
A sense of profound disappointment washed over Kagami.
Aomine was definitely giving him the cold shoulder.
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Hah. Finally. 4K+++ words for just one chapter.
Payback's a bitch, Taiga. Hohohoho...
I think Kagami should do a little bit of chasing himself.
Sooo. What d'ya think? R&R please!