Lost at a Certain Angle
His friends could be real assholes sometimes.
Putting aside the fact that they were fun to be with, understanding, supported him, and were just totally awesome overall, Furihata's point still stands firm:
My friends can be real assholes sometimes.
A scowl etched itself on his face as he craned his neck to look at his graffiti-ridden back in the mirror. His back was almost filled to the brim with markings, drawings, and words that just screamed 'THE ONES WHO WROTE THESE ARE DOUCHEBAGS'.
He tried to decipher and understand some of the messy markings and scribbles on his back.
'AKASHI-SAMA'S PROPERTY BETCH'
(ugly doodle of a basketball going into a hoop)
'IMMA INDEPENDENT (WO)MAN WHO DON'T NEED NO AKASHI'
'BANG ME HARD'
(a shitty drawing of a chihuahua)
(a crown)
(a basketball)
'YOU CAN CALL ME QUEEN BEE'
'AKASHI'S (insert an arrow pointing downwards to his ass)'
'HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~'
'HI I'M FURI & THIS IS JACKASS'
'SEIRIN IS NO.1!'
'lots of love Furihata-kun'
'LOL'
...and more.
Furihata groaned and hit his forehead on the bathroom's mirror.
Furihata only discovered the writings on his back when he got home.
Or rather, when he got to his and Akashi's home.
He was utterly mortified, and it took him a good fifteen minutes of panicking and raging in the bathroom before it finally dawned on him that he could not let his lover see such offending things on his back. (And if Furihata was being honest with himself, he didn't want to get laid while Akashi was laughing at him. They were waaay past that.)
If he were to think of when his friends got the opportunity to vandalize his back, it was probably during the time he took a short nap in the locker room. He was so exhausted from the training, he unconsciously dozed off while sitting on the bench, shirtless.
Yep, it was probably during that time.
He face-palmed himself and groaned once again. Furihata closed his eyes and nodded resolutely. I'll get it off before Akashi comes home!
Furihata exhaled and marched off towards the rack where all the bathroom products were placed.
Akashi, forgive me if I use up all our soap. I'll pay for it.
Furihata stripped off his shirt and was left in his boxers. With numerous soaps and shower gels in his arms, he positioned himself on the edge of the quite large bathtub and dumped the bath products on the other side. "What should I do first...?"
Get it wet, Kouki. Make the ink fade away a little.
"Of course!" (Furihata tried not to think of how creepy it was that he was hearing Akashi's voice give him instructions.)
He stepped away from the bathtub and went to the showers first.
When he got in, he turned it on to full blast and and directed his back against the patter of the water. The coldness almost made him jump, but Furihata withstood it. After a few minutes, he got out and decided to check himself in the mirror. If he was lucky, the marker's ink might have been non-permanent and could come off easily.
And so he checked.
"Fuck."
There it was, clear and vivid as they had been when he was dry. It was like nothing happened at all.
Looks like I might have to scrub my back.
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"GODDAMMIT!"
Furihata whipped the Milk Whitening Bath Liquid and his bath scrub out of his grasp. It fell against the other side of the tub and clattered to the bottom of the tub. His arms and fingers were sore from trying to reach and scrub his back vigorously. He burrowed his face into his hands and sighed heavily. He rubbed his face, and decided to check if things were making progress. I'll rinse myself, then check.
So he did.
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"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
His back was still covered with all the black, scribbly graffiti, with no change in appearance. Not a single smudge was present, and not a single line faded. It looked as good as new.
Just like how it looked an hour and thirty minutes ago when he first found out about it.
To think I've been scrubbing and washing my back for almost two hours already!
The people responsible for this would have to pay.
Furihata went out of the bathroom to retrieve his phone.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
click
"Hello?"
"Kuroko, what the fuck did you do to my back."
"Oh, so you already saw it, huh. Was it nice?"
"FUCK THAT I'VE BEEN SCRUBBING, RINSING, AND WASHING MY BACK FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF AND IT HASN'T CHANGED NOT A SINGLE SMUDGE IT WON'T GET OFF!"
"...Oh my. I think we might have accidentally used Coach's Ultra-sticky Permanent Marker. 'Guaranteed to mark forever!', it says."
"W-What?! I don't want to have a back written with stupid stuff all over it!"
"...And that's precisely why Kagami-kun and I will take responsibility on behalf of the team. Where are you now?"
"My condo."
"...Is Akashi-kun home?"
"Hell no! And I don't want him to see me like this either!"
"Kagami-kun and I will be over in fifteen minutes. Prepare yourself."
Toot. Toot. Toot. Toot. Toot.
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"God help me."
Fifteen minutes later, Kagami and Kuroko barged into Furihata's bathroom with a bathing kit and an array of cleaning products. (And is that a legit floor scrub, Furihata thought doubtfully.)
Kagami offered a bro-ish 'Wassup, Furi' before setting up the 'cleaning station', as Furihata privately dubbed it. Kuroko, on the other hand, came over to him while calmly slipping on a pair of white latex gloves. The rubber slapped against his wrists as he pulled them over his hands firmly, as if putting on his wristbands for a game. "Furihata-kun, get into the tub, please. We're about to start. Lay your arms and head on the edge, and stretch yourself out on the floor of the tub."
Furihata started to feel a bit nervous about all of this. "P-Please take care of me."
Kagami grinned and slung an arm around Kuroko's shoulders. "Don't worry, man! We will."
Kuroko flashed a small smirk and echoed Kagami's words. "We will."
Fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk.
Apparently, Kagami was in charge of holding him down while Kuroko took the task of cleaning his back.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT KUROKO STOP YOU'RE HURTING ME- "
"Calm down and relax, Furihata-kun. You're okay, I got you- "
"YOU'RE USING ZONROX AREN'T YOU- "
"Only the bath version of it- "
"FUCK- !"
Furihata felt a flaming sensation burst in different areas of his back. He felt like he was going numb because of the soreness and pain currently being inflicted upon him by his phantom-like friend. Furihata seriously didn't know how long this 'cleaning operation' had been going on. It seemed like forever!
He couldn't help himself from thrashing around. As a result, Kagami held him down harder. "Hold still, Furi!"
Judging by the intense scrubbing and rubbing and the tight, forceful way Kagami was holding him in place, Furihata was sure that he was going to be covered in bruises by the time all of this was over.
Furihata flinched when Kuroko rubbed down on his back really hard. That's a sensitive spot, dammit!
"You're being really jumpy, Furihata-kun. I hope you allow me the liberty of straddling you."
He was about to choke out a No! but Kuroko straddled him, and Furihata wanted to die. He could feel Kuroko's... thing on his lower back, and it was just plain awkward and gross.
"Get off! You're heavy!"
Kuroko rolled his eyes subtly and replied, "That's kind of the point, Furi-kun."
"Gah!"
"Ugh! Slow down, you're hurting me!"
"It's almost over, endure it a bit more. I'm almost done."
"Ah- !"
Akashi stopped dead in his tracks. Is that Kouki...?
"Kagami-kun, hold up his arms. He's thrashing around again."
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE TOUCHING MY SENSITIVE SPOT- "
Akashi's eyes widened in anger, jealousy, and murderous intent. He hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, and he almost kicked down the door in a moment of rage. His blood was pounding more ferociously than it ever did in his entire life, even counting the times he had played with skilled opponents.
Only I'm allowed to touch Kouki! Nobody else! Akashi thought vehemently.
He pushed the door open with so much force, the door slammed on the wall. He turned his head in the direction of the bathtub, and the sight that greeted him made him stop still.
Furihata's face was flushed and screwed into a pained, almost wanton expression. His arms were being held up by Kagami. Kuroko was on top of him, with his hands splayed on Furihata's back.
Akashi stood stock-still, and not even his Emperor Eye could process the scene. "What in heaven's name are you doing...?"
Furihata's head snapped up, and Kagami's and Kuroko's heads also turned in his direction. Furihata shook his head rapidly. "Akashi, it's not what you think! SERIOUSLY, OH MY GOD I'M NOT CHEATING ON YOU- !"
"Akashi, we can explain- "
"Akashi-kun, we're not having a threesome, if that's what you're thinking."
"KUROKO, SHUT UP!" Kagami and Furihata exclaimed in unison.
Akashi's eyes were sharp, cold, and downright frightening.
Furihata didn't want to die a slow, torturous death (even if it was in the hands of his lover).
Akashi's stern, commanding voice cut through the awkward silence in the air. "Taiga, Tetsuya, leave."
"But, we're not done yet- "
"Leave."
The light and shadow got their stuff and ran out the door so fast, they rivaled the Flash's speed.
Traitors! Furihata thought devastatingly.
Silence invaded the bathroom, and Furihata fidgeted nervously. "Kouki."
Furihata sat up on the bathtub rigidly, but couldn't bring himself to meet the redhead's eyes. "A-Akashi, I really wasn't- "
"I know, but you let them touch you in such an intimate way. You know what this means, right?"
Akashi walked over to the door and locked it. "We'll be having some fun in the bathroom tonight."
Furihata wanted to crawl out the door, to deny the growing arousal in his boxers, to throw himself out of the window, to kill his friends, anything.
But he could only whimper, "My back is a bit- "
Akashi hands gripped his chin and tipped it up. Furihata gulped when he saw his lover's glinting, mischievous eyes and the small, devilish smirk on his mouth. "I'll clean it while I fuck you from behind, alright?"
"Yes, please."
His friends could be real assholes sometimes, but Furihata guessed he could forgive them for it if it got him some mind-blowing bathroom sex that made him more dirty than clean.
Author's note: The characters are older in this chapter. Think of them as university students.
And Zonrox is an acidic chemical used to clean bathrooms.
