A.N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope 2016 will be a great year for everybody!

I got the idea for this when I was trying to write a Kise x Reader fanfiction... Why can't I ever write what I need to write, but I'm always writing what I shouldn't be writing?

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Enjoy performing with Akashi-kun! (and maybe a little something else ehhehehehheeh)

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"Seijuro..."

"Yes, _?"

"I-I'm nervous..." you stutter as your knees shake violently.

"It's alright. We've been practicing together, right? There's nothing to worry about."

You nod and swallow. Your throat is dry, and there are butterflies in your stomach. You and Seijuro are going to be performing a piano and violin duet in front of hundreds of people. Of course you are worrying. You are surprised that Akashi is so composed.

You enter a small room with a grand piano. This is where you and Akashi can practice before the show. You shakily place your hands on the black and white keys of the beautiful instrument.

Akashi unpacks his violin as you play scales on the piano. Seijuro applies rosin to his bow, and he lifts his violin up to his chin. "Let's start with warm-ups, _." He smiles.

Scales, arpeggios... All of it was a piece of cake to you, but in front of a crowd, you are sure to screw up. You miss a note while playing a scale with Akashi.

"_, are you okay? We were playing C# Major. Did you think we were playing A#?"

"N-no..." you mumble. "Let's just practice the piece."

You awkwardly press down on the keys, and you miss almost half of the notes. You play the final blocked chord and sigh in exsasperation.

Akashi looks down at you, his concern evident. "_, you're a nervous wreck. If you want to, we can postpone the performance to another day."

"I'm okay, Seijuro. I just need some time to calm my nerves..."

Akashi places a tender kiss on your cheek. "I'll make sure that you'll be calm and collected at the beginning of the performance, _."

Seijuro licks at your bottom lip, which elicits a small moan from you. He runs his fingers through your silky (H/C) locks. Akashi eagerly explores every nook and cranny in your mouth with his tongue. When he finally releases you, you gasp for air.

Akashi wraps his arms around you and laps at your neck. "Are you feeling better now, _?" he murmurs against your sensitive skin.

"Yes, thank you very much..." you whisper.

Seijuro smiles warmly at you. "We can finish this after our performance, okay?"

You nod numbly. Akashi picks up his violin and bow. "Let's practice one more time. We have enough time for that."

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Your heels clack against the glossy, wooden floor of the stage. Your elegant red dress flows behind you, and your (H/C) hair is in a dainty bun. Akashi is dressed in a simple but formal tuxedo. He is wearing a pair of white gloves.

You sit down at the majestic grand piano, and you gingerly place your fingers on the keys. Akashi lifts his violin and raises his bow. He looks to you and nods, a signal for you to start.

Your long fingers glide across the keys gracefully. The beginning of the song is soft and sweet. Akashi sways as he drags the hairs of his bow across the strings of the violin. The resonating sounds of the piano and the vibrant music of the violin combine to create an absolutely beautiful melody. The audience listens to the two of you play in silence, captivated by the beautiful performance.

The tempo of the song increases as the piece continues. Your fingers press the keys faster, your body swaying with the beat.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see beads of sweat trailing down Akashi's face. His eyes burn with passion, and you can clearly tell that all of his attention is on the song that he is playing.

It feels like the only ones who are here are you and Akashi. Just you two, playing in harmony. You wish that this moment could continue forever. Your emotions grow as you play, and eventually, your playing is fueled by your love for Seijuro. His crimson red hair and unique personality all mix to form the irreplaceable Akashi Seijuro.

Pianissimo to piano, piano to mezzo forte, mezzo forte to forte.

Your fingers are flying; they are hitting the keys with more precision, more force. The end of the song is nearing. Your fingers are pushing down on the keys with tremendous strength. Sweat rolls down your forehead. The song crescendos into a fortissississimo. You literally jump as you slam down on the keys that create the final chord of the song.

The crowd erupts into applause. You can not hold back a smile. Akashi softly places his violin on the ground, and he runs to you. You hug him for a split second, then you and Akashi entwine fingers. You both bow humbly. Akashi looks elated. He has a large grin on his face, resembling an excited child.

After a few seconds of applause, you and Akashi leave the stage. The deafening sound is still blasting in your ears even as you walk away.

You follow Akashi into the practice room, where he puts away his violin. Seijuro pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the sweat away from your face.

"You were amazing, _," he comments as he beams.

"You were really good too, Seijuro," you reply.

Akashi smiles as he looks into your (E/C) orbs. He pushes you against the wall, observing your body. He nips at your exposed collarbone, which makes you squeak. "S-Seijuro, we have to go. The next performers will be arriving in half an hour."

Sucking noises come from below you. "It's okay, _," Akashi hums, "Half an hour is longer than you think."

Akashi moves up to your neck. He bites and slurps at the sensitive skin. A soft whimper escapes out of your mouth as Seijuro continues his assault. "That's right," he purrs. "Let me hear you call my name."

"S-Seijuro..."

"Good girl." Akashi slams his lips against yours. You savor the taste in his mouth as your tongues wrestle. Your longing for him increases, just like the crescendo at the end of the piece you and Seijuro played together.

You wonder when Akashi's attack will end until he finally releases you. You avert your eyes from Akashi's as you pant. The crimson-haired boy smiles as he admires his work. He takes your hand in his and kisses it lightly.

"Let's go home now, okay, _?"

"...Okay."

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That was a lot more... intimate than I expected, but oh well, I love Akashi anyway xD I hope this didn't just cross the border of the "Mature" rating, though o-o

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