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There are screams and cheers as bells chime and gates open for the scouts. Some are walking, some limping, and still others ride tall and proud on surviving horses. The death toll had seen rapid dwindling as their strengths grew. Overall, it had been one of the better years and one of the best missions.
They gather by the roadside to watch the parade victoriously stroll in. Squealing children grab the hands of their parents as they beam at the scouts, the glow of victory reflecting off of their faces.
"Look, it's really them!"
"It's the Miracles !"
"Mommy, I want to be a scout!"
"It's Kise- Sama !"
"Kise-Sama!" sighs some of the women. They fan and fall over themselves as the ace from the Blue Elites cheerfully waves to the crowd.
But before Kise even finishes his panoramic, he feels a hard jab on his shoulder.
"Ouch! Senpai, what was that for?" Kise whines, rubbing the aching spot.
"A soldier stands alert at all times," the leader of his group, Kasamatsu Yukio growls, eyebrows twitching. "You being the idiot you are, would have fallen off your horse onto your high and mighty ass."
Kise gives Kasamatsu a whine before attempting to launch himself at the latter. "Senpai! I didn't think you cared that much about me!"
"Oi, you bastard! Get off of me!" Kasamatsu shouts, desperately trying to shake off an overexcitable Kise.
It isn't until Aomine rides over and clonks Kise on the head that he finally lets go-only to then grab a hold of Aomine's arm.
"KISE!"
"I'm so glad to be home, Aominecchi!"
In the front of the parade, Kuroko Tetsuya rides on silently.
The vivacious air of the kingdom extends along with the scouts, following them all the way up to the castle. There they are met with more cheers, a stable for their tired horses, sacks of gold for their pockets, and a feast in their honor thrown by none other than their leader and king.
The feast is rather memorable. Their leader Akashi Seijuro, a man of slender build and sharp heterochromatic eyes, delivers a speech about victory. He gives a special hero's toast to Kuroko Tetsuya, who for once has all attention on him and blushes the bright crimson of Akashi's hair.
(They do not talk about the fallen, and they never talk about the dead. Such matters were rather trivial, for they rarely died and perishing was only for the weak. Akashi sees no reason as to why one should honor the weak nor can he allow anything of the such to decrease morale. Knowledge is power, but ignorance is bliss.)
All the high-ranking nobles and scouts seat themselves at the long tables in the dining hall where they are served massive portions of food and drink. Kuroko is seated on Akashi's right, next to the other Miracles, perhaps some of the most decorated heroes in their land.
He partakes in their toast and pretty soon he is steadily gulping down Akashi's rare, expensive wine, much to the delight of the Miracles.
After the meats had been gnawed off their bones and all of the wine slurped from their goblets and everyone drunk off their asses, a very red faced Kise strips off his pants and dances on the table.
His attempts to pull Kuroko up onto the table with him are thwarted by a heinous glare from Akashi, so he opts to pull forth Aomine instead.
Kuroko blinks, trying to drown out the hooting of the crowd and the whines of Kise as Aomine begins to thrust his hips against a mountain of turkey bones.
"Tetsuya?"
Kuroko blinks again through his buzz, Akashi's voice reaching out to him like the familiar hand on his shoulder.
"Would you like to go somewhere else?"
A nod and before he knows it, Kuroko feels himself being whisked off up a flight of stairs, deep into the heart of the castle.
"Akashi-kun, I could have walked," Kuroko mumbles as he marvels at the softness of the bed.
"It's not a problem. Carrying you allowed us to proceed to my chambers quicker," Akashi replies, stroking the blue strands made soft by a hot bath.
Kuroko gives a small giggle and tosses his head back against the silky sheets. Never has his eyes shone so bright but that moment. Had Kuroko been less intoxicated, he would have noticed the slight hitch of Akashi's breath.
A gentle hand of that a lover comes to caress the tread of damp blue locks. Kuroko nudges into it with the fondest expression in existence.
"Akashi-kun," he moans breathily.
"Tetsuya," Akashi murmurs appreciatively in return, watching soft candlelight bounce off his lover's rosy face. "You drank far too much tonight, my dear…"
"I… want to forget."
"Have you forgotten what you intended to?"
"I… think so," Kuroko whispers. "At least I do not remember for the time being."
"Perhaps that is for the best," Akashi gathers Kuroko's hands in his. "I think that from now on, you shall stick to an alcohol intake that is tolerable to your current level of stamina."
"My stamina is fine," Kuroko tries to snap, but instead slurs his words. "Besides, at least I didn't dance on top of a table like Kise-kun…"
"Such a thought dampens the mood," Akashi responds. "Do you know who I'd rather see instead dancing on my table?"
"Ah." Kuroko closes his eyes real tight and thinks as hard as he possibly can. "I got it, Akashi-kun. If I had one more round, I would have done it."
"You wouldn't have minded being ridiculed by the other drunk men?"
"I would." Kuroko opens his bleary eyes, riddled with bags and smiles at Akashi. "I would have done it just for you when we are alone."
Akashi brings Kuroko into his lap, their breaths fluttering heavy and hot as they scoot as close together as physically possible.
"You deserve better than to objectify yourself now, don't you, Tetsuya? My, what a naughty boy you have been…"
Kuroko kisses the scarlet hair that he has grown so accustomed to. "Punish me then."
Akashi's eyes gleam with excitement. "As you wish, my dear."
Kuroko's pale skin is riddled with large, sticky purple hickeys. His hands rake down Akashi's back, leaving the latter with raw nail marks that get his blood pumping more than usual.
"Make your body sing for me, Tetsuya" Akashi whispers amidst the throes of their passion, as he matches his thrusts in sync to Kuroko's thrashes.
He loses himself inside the warmth between Kuroko's legs, both of them crying out as their union hits places inside of them that spikes their pleasure to no end, places that could rival the entire universe.
"You have a sensitive body," Akashi hums as Kuroko gets on all fours, "Such a naughty boy you are, responding to even the slightest touch. I wonder what kind of wanton thoughts run through your mind everyday, for you to wear such underwear and have them be this wet…"
"I-ah! I t-think about you pretty often, Akashi-kun…"
That did it. Akashi's hands hold Kuroko's hips more firmly than ever possible, his own hips gaining an erotic rhythm to his movements.
Though his mind has been sharpened by battle, everything about Kuroko Tetsuya is soft. From the roundness of his cheeks to his toned calves to his fleshy, pale thighs… Akashi could just sink his teeth and lick and suck every part of that soft, sensitive body. He could bend Kuroko over in so many positions and always that pink, puckering hole would be throbbing for him, wet and excited for him to fill.
No one would think this was their first consummation, not from the heated frenzy that Kuroko was bouncing on his lap nor the way Akashi pins him against the wall and undoes him completely. Skin slaps skin as Akashi buries himself deep amid Kuroko's throaty moans, a milky leg thrown over Akashi's shoulder.
By the end of the night, none of Kuroko has been left untouched, and Akashi feels as if a great stress has been sated from himself.
"Akashi-kun… I've been thinking." Kuroko pants as he and Akashi lay by each other's side.
"Tetsuya has been busy then," Akashi purrs in the glow of their aftermath and plants a kiss on the former's forehead. "I recommend for you to get some rest now. It would seem as if you have a rather busy day tomorrow."
"Akashi-kun says that like he hasn't got a big day himself," Kuroko grumbles sleepily, to which Akashi chuckles softly.
"But I can get up when the sun rises, Tetsuya," he teases, "You, on the other hand…"
"I like staying in bed with Akashi-kun." Kuroko's deadpan does something to Akashi's heart, if he were being honest with himself.
"Tetsuya, you must know that there is nothing more gratifying in the world to me than spending time with you, but we mustn't lie around all day. There is far too much work to be done."
"Of course, Akashi-kun. It's only sometimes that I wish that things were different." Kuroko exchanges glances with a curious Akashi, who simply replies, "Oh?"
Kuroko looks away. "Forgive me, Akashi-kun. I had no idea why I blurted out something so selfish."
"I wouldn't consider wanting to spend time with your lover a selfish act, Tetsuya. Rather, it pleases me that I command your attention. How about you come here and let me hold you in my arms?"
Kuroko blushes madly, but soon enough finds himself wrapped up in a comforting spoon with Akashi. The latter smirks at him as he gently combs long fingers through the former's hair.
"I must confess that I too wish nights like these would last for eternity, Tetsuya. Tomorrow is the future's malevolence awaiting." He chuckles then, a little bit mad but Kuroko does not mind, for Akashi has always been a bit mad.
A bit mad, but not a monster, never a monster. The blood of their enemies has stained both of their hands before, yet this is the way it must be. However cruel and unforgiving the world they live in, it remains a sensational, beautiful place. In each other they find consolation. In each other they find a purpose to exist. How wholesome the days, how restless the nights have been since they met more than a decade ago.
"There was one today unlike any that of I've ever seen," Kuroko says suddenly.
"Oh?"
"It stuck its head in the bushes like some savage animal, and devoured almost all of the berries. It died shortly afterwards. The berries were extremely poisonous."
"Another one down is always good news for us," Akashi replies, "It is a known fact that their greed knows no bounds."
"Yes," says Kuroko, "But I will never forget the look on its face as it died. It was in so much despair, almost the same amount as when we kill them. It reminded me of… of us."
"Hush, my dear," Akashi plants a kiss on the tuft of blue hair, "You must not forget how many of us they have slaughtered, the threat they are to our existence. Our job is to eliminate them as it is, and we must not change the natural order of things."
"I know that, Akashi-kun," Kuroko says with his blank face, "But I can't help but wonder if they were once like us…"
"Tonight is not the time to be thinking about such things, Tetsuya," Akashi says a tad sternly, "You will play such a big part in the mission's success tomorrow. Only a fool would let himself be distracted by such trivial matters. And you, my darling, are no fool." He leans close to Kuroko's ear and whispers, "I believe in you, all of you."
A dreamy expression clouds over Kuroko's eyes. "Akashi-kun, if I may ask, what is 'all of me' to you?"
"Excuse me?"
"We have spent nearly every night together for as long as I remember. What exactly are we… to you?"
"Is it not obvious, Tetsuya?" Akashi asks, amused. "We are lovers, yet at the same time we are more. There is no one else for me in this world."
"No one else?" Kuroko repeats dreamily.
"Of course, Tetsuya. No will ever be as important to me as you are."
"Akashi-kun, almost everyone has said the same thing to their lovers once, be it past or present."
"Oh but darling, my love for you extends beyond that of the sky and the sea. My love is more powerful than time, than all of the universe put together. I love you more than the gods love goddesses, more than the sun loves the moon."
"The sun loves the moon?"
"Legend has it that long ago the sun loved the moon so much, he resolved to die every night just to give her a chance to live. Thus we have night and day, and although the two never meet except the eclipse, the sun goes on loving her unconditionally. My love for you is undying, Tetsuya, unconditional, and just as well illuminated by the stars."
Akashi's heart thumps steadily in his chest, for he rarely uttered such words aloud.
"Tetsuya, are you crying?"
"How could I not be unaffected by Akashi-kun's devotion?" Kuroko says quietly, as Akashi wipes his fingers along his cheeks leaving streaks of salt and stardust. "I only wish that it could be forever."
Akashi blinks at him. "Why, of course it can. Why would Tetsuya think otherwise?"
"Because Akashi-kun said so himself that the world we live in is cruel and unforgiving. In a world like this, our time together may be short. Our destinies are entirely out of our control." As if to solidify his point, Kuroko lightly traces across the remnant of Akashi's scars, most of them scattered across the pale torso and upper arms.
"Not entirely," Akashi's fingers cup the pulpy cheeks he adores so much, "I promise that I will love you Tetsuya, for as long as I can. I am a powerful man, and as such, I will do everything in my power to be by your side. Won't you also remain by mine?"
He is amused at the slight pink rose that blooms across Kuroko's face.
"Akashi-kun means more to me than I could ever express, so I would like it if he would solidify his promise to stay by my side forever."
Akashi's smile could rival that of summer sunshine. "Forever with Tetsuya doesn't seem like a long time at all."
A pale hand finds one with slender fingers. "Then please take care of me with everything you have."
A kiss. Entwining of legs. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Tetsuya glows so bright for me."
"And Akashi-kun's radiance exceeds over his own head."
Chuckling softly at that, Akashi playfully pins Kuroko's arms above the bed. "Tetsuya's humor can be so dry sometimes."
"But Akashi-kun always manages to make me wet again."
"Careful," Akashi murmurs, softly stroking a leg, "Or I might not be able to control myself, and you will have a very restless night."
Kuroko squirms around a bit, trying to scratch an itch. "My body is always welcome to Akashi-kun. I like you, tamed or not."
Akashi sighs, reluctantly letting go. "Someday you'll be the death of me, Tetsuya."
"But in death, you will still love me," jokes Kuroko, "Right, Akashi-kunnnnn?!" He lets out a yelp of surprise as Akashi tugs him toward the latter and closes his arms tightly around him.
"I think about you everyday, Tetsuya. Nothing could ever change that. You alone can satisfy my existence."
"Is that why you're doing all of this?" Kuroko suddenly asks, and the question shoots straight into Akashi's heart, out of the void and out of the blue into the red.
He could have denied it, but when it comes down to it, his answer is simple. "For us."
He receives a pleasant surprise when a blushing Kuroko delicately laces their fingers together. "This life, although limited, is time worth spending if it's with Akashi-kun."
Akashi's smile is downright breathtaking. "Promise me you will come back to me tomorrow. Give me your word."
"I can give you more than that, Seijuro." Kuroko's whisper is the beauty of the stars embedded within a velvet ocean, the sigh of content in a vast and unknown universe.
"Then let me hold you tonight, Tetsuya." For who knows how long this mission shall last? Victory doesn't come to the underachievers.
Sometimes, beautiful things aren't all that complex , Kuroko thinks as he basks in the warmth of Akashi's body, the intensity of two men impassioned.
Or maybe it is of two men who are in too deep, born into a world that was not supposed to exist in the first place.
Kuroko falls asleep swiftly and soundly long before night unveils her darkest self. In the dimly lit room of candlelight and shadow, Akashi enjoys the company of a sleeping Kuroko as well as his own thoughts.
If things are always like this, which I will make sure they are, you never need to worry about anything. I alone will protect you. My devotion for you is strong enough to always bind you to me. You will never escape from me, Tetsuya.
Normally a gaze so sharp, his eyes soften immensely when he would gently stroke fluffy blue hair.
As he looks down upon Kuroko's form, something shifts in Akashi's expression.
"Or maybe it is I who will never escape from you," he whispers throatily.
The atmosphere in the dining hall the next morning is nothing but tense. A grave sort of excitement lingers among the air as soldiers and warriors whisper wisps of encouragement into each other's ears.
General Nijimura gives them a speech of courage while Akashi makes an appearance to wish them godspeed before taking his place in the group of elites, otherwise known as the Generation of Miracles once the gate had been opened and they'd marched onto open plains.
"Daiki. Ryouta. Shintarou. Atsushi. Do you know your mission?"
"Yes, Akashi."
"Aye aye, Captain Akashicchi!"
"Piece of cake, Aka-chin."
"Hell yeah, I'm ready to fuck them up."
"Go on then, and capture the coordinate, Eren Jeager. Remember to bring the humans' captain to me. I want Levi, dead or alive. Your victory is the key to our success. Humanity must be annihilated. Tetsuya will lead you as the Invisible Titan."
His eyes soften as he glances over at Kuroko. "Tetsuya. Are you prepared?"
"Yes, Akashi-kun."
Their names linger sweetly in the other's mouth, before Kuroko bites into his wrist. Then the other Miracles bite into their wrists as well, and a crack of lightning splits the sky, bringing forth the colossal, monstrous, deformed bodies of the Yellow, Blue, Green, and Purple Titans.
Akashi and Kuroko had met and fallen in love with each other at a young age in this world. Neither of them ever held any affections for anyone else in this lifetime. They managed to embark many more successful raids before Kuroko's Titan was struck down by Levi in revenge for the capture and imprisonment of Eren. The Purple Titan manages to breach the wall, and humanity engages in an all-out war with the titans, leaving very few survivors on either side.
Levi never sees Eren ever again, but Akashi manages to hold a dying Kuroko in his arms and thus commit suicide right after Kuroko's death.
Nonetheless, they proved their love was unconditional in this world and thus move on to the next reincarnation.