Secret 8

ASAKURAHANNAH

Genre: Drama | Romance | Fluff

Rating: M

Pairing: (mainly) Akashi Seijuurou x Furihata Kouki

Summary: A secret is a secret, even if they did it for a completely different reason. Just how long can their relationship keep it up?

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner, I have a side project and all that needs to be done before the year end. Anyway! Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrate and Happy Holiday! I hope this update pleases all of you who're still following this fic ^^ Happy early New Year 2017! :D I hope you had fun during this holiday season! Let us meet again after the year end :) Now, on with the story!

Chapter 8 : Tempting

Furihata Kouki was as pale as a sheet. Never had he imagined himself become the secretly center of a topic in the middle of the rainbow colors besides him. He wished the couch have a hidden hole that he could hid himself and never come out anymore. He'd never thought his boyfriend would actually asking these kind of things to the Generation of Miracles. So… all these time, the suggestions to ravish him actually came out from their mouth or did Sei had some research himself or just… Furihata felt his head was about to explode.

The shocking part was, that his Sei actually planning on going all the way but held himself back. Not because he found Furihata not appealing, but he was afraid he might hurt him in the process. Furihata face-palmed and let out a soft moan. Besides him, Kuroko eyed him as he slurped his milkshake.

"Akashi-kun, I think there's someone who's too innocent to join in the conversation."

"You're the one who brought him here, Tetsuya. You even insist to let him join us." Akashi frowned and stared at his Kouki who was hiding his red face.

"Sorry, I think my ears still blocked by the water from my bathtub this morning. What did you just said, Akashicchi?" Kise stuck his finger inside his left ear.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Ryouta."

"I think I heard something, but I'm spacing out. Care to repeat, Akashi?" Aomine leaned forward after wiping his mouth.

"Probably, you should help Shintarou to clean up first, Daiki." He stared at Midorima who was just sprayed by Aomine's coffee.

"Damn you, Aomine! That was so disgusting!" Midorima slammed his fist on the table while wiping his face with tons of tissue.

"Akashi's the one at fault here." Aomine gave him a sheepish grin, waving his hand in front of Midorima.

"I'm going to the toilet!" The green haired boy rushed out from the table, probably trying to get so far away from the current conversation.

Akashi massaged the bridge of his nose. "So, any of you would like to answer that?" He leaned back to the sofa and crossed his arms and legs, staring intently at each of them, including his own boyfriend who was currently pale.

'Sei, can you stop this madness?!' Furihata mentally screamed.

"I thought Akashi-kun should be skillful in those things?" Kuroko asked with poker face.

"Yes, Tetsuya, but do tell me if its gonna hurt so bad. I wouldn't want to do it." Akashi frowned, suddenly interested and ignoring about the fact that Furihata was just choked on his own breath.

Furihata abruptly stood up. "I'll go ahead." he almost bit his tongue by saying it so quickly. He hide his burning face and quickly turned around to flee from the group.

Kise snickered. "There, he fled."

Akashi's eyebrow twitched.

"Such a bad timing to let him join in this conversation." Aomine mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck. "What's taking Midorima so long, by the way?"

'Such a bad timing indeed.' Akashi stood up. "I'll apologize for this improper conversation to him." He said and quickly run after his secret boyfriend.

Furihata slammed the door of the cafe shut, growling in disbelieve. He brushed his palm over his flaming face. Sei won't be off so easily tonight, no… he… actually didn't want to face him at the moment. He wished he could just disappear from the eyes of the Generation of Miracles. Furihata sank to the ground. He remembered the time when Akashi's fingers trailing down his bare chest, making him gasping and moaning every time his hands traced his hips, getting closer and closer to his precious engorged member before stopping and leaving him all bothered. He remember his touches as if he was some kind of a glass that could easily break only by the simple touches. Furihata hugged himself as he bit his lower lip. Now that he remembered the way he touched him, he should have known. Akashi felt insecure just the way he felt for wanting to escalate their relationship.

The door opened from behind, sending him sprawling to the ground with a loud squeak. Blinking at the sound, Akashi stared down at his boyfriend's butt hanging on the air. He cupped his mouth, not wanting to laugh at his state at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you are standing in front of the door." Akashi offered his hand to Furihata who was pouting.

Staring at Akashi's face, Furihata knew he was trying hard to keep his poker face. He slapped his hand away. "No. I… I'll go home on my own."

"Kouki-"

"No! Don't you dare get close to me! Just go back inside and…" He paused, cheeks flaming and he averted his eyes away from Akashi's apologetic look. "I'll just pretend I didn't hear a thing." he mumbled and turned around to flee from Akashi's reaching hand.

"Kouki!" Akashi tried to grasp his hand, but his boyfriend easily slipped away from him and started running. Akashi face-palmed as he sighed. Trying to compose himself, Akashi turned around and walked back inside.

Kise raised his head when Akashi walked back to their table. He grinned and leaned forward. "What did he say?" snickering in wonder of Furihata's replies upon the apologize.

"He ran away." It's the truth. His Kouki just escaped him. Akashi sat down and tried not to let it bother him that much. He should try to act normal or he'll messed up their relationship. Bad things will happen if the rainbow knew their secret. He knew very much that they couldn't hold even just one secret, it'd spread fast like a virus. The worse one was actually Kuroko, since he was pretty blunt at everything he said, unless Akashi asked him to keep the secret.

Speaking of Kuroko, the devil was now staring at him, no, observing him like a hawk. Akashi frowned at him and Kuroko dropped his gaze. 'Sorry, Tetsuya, for Kouki's sake, I can't let you know. I need to protect him from everyone's peering eyes or it'll be the end of our relationship.'

Furihata sighed after he threw his phone and himself to bed. He laid down for a minutes, rolled to his stomach and moaned softly when his phone vibrated beside his ear. He pulled it up and checked the caller. Furihata frowned when he realized Akashi called him with his private number. He checked the clock on his night stand and pick up the call. It's already passed evening, Akashi must have gone back to Kyoto.

"Yes?" Furihata mumbled without honorific.

"Can you open the door for me?"

Sprung up in surprise at the question, Furihata quickly ran to the entrance of his rent. He unlock the door, peeking outside to check. Sure enough, Akashi was in front of his door, smiling at him. He'd be blushing at the sight of Akashi bathing under the sunset behind his back if his mood wasn't spoiled by the event this afternoon.

"Uhh…" Furihata blocked the entrance, not giving Akashi space to get inside.

"Are you still mad?" Akashi gave him a gentle look.

Furihata didn't answer.

"I told you to leave, but you didn't listen."

"Is that a way to apologize?" Furihata pouted. He was about to turn around and close the door when Akashi held the door frame open. "W-Wh-"

"Kouki, I'm sorry."

"Do you think apologize will change everything? Even if they don't know who was the person you're talking about, but someday, they'll know. That's not very polite, Sei. I'm losing my face here."

"Please, don't say that."

"You…" Furihata gasped as his gleaming with tears. "You're making it worse. I'm not confident enough to stand by your side, and now this? What do you want me to do, Sei?" Sniffling irritatingly, Furihata threw a weak punch on Akashi's chest. Akashi caught it and pulled his hand.

"Kouki, look at me."

"No, I hate you!" Kouki rasped and wipe his tears away.

"Please, Kouki. I'm sorry." Akashi kissed his fingers and palm, he tried to pull him close but Furihata kept blocking his path with the door. "Surely you wouldn't want to end this just because of that?"

That question was enough for Furihata to break down his defense. Akashi opened the door wider and stepped inside. He closed the door and quickly pulled Furihata into his arms, hugging his quivering boyfriend tight and kissing his tears away.

"Mmnhh-" Kouki gasped when Akashi bit his lower lip, kissing him with passion. He pushed him away with so much strength that Akashi pulled away in surprised. His boyfriend's eyes softened when he saw the blush dusting Furihata's cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Akashi's hand kept rubbing his back.

Furihata leaned against his chest, blinking a few times and sighed. His sniffed Akashi's scent, his fingers slowly wrapped itself around his waist. They stayed like that until Furihata broke the silence with a whisper. "I wouldn't mind if it's hurt, so…"

Akashi raised an eyebrow at him. "Kouki, I don't know you're a masochist."

"W- That's not that I meant! Oh my God, Sei! Let's just… stop talking about this!" Furihata covered his burning face with his hands, fully ashamed that they're having this kind of conversation. Why does this felt more embarrassing when they'd been having so much touching before? He felt himself melting under Akashi's gaze. "Please, just… forget about the fact that I listened to your conversation with the rainbows." Furihata muffled over the pillow.

Chuckling, Akashi leaned down and kissed the top of his head. Furihata raised his red face to look up to his boyfriend. He hissed like a snake when Akashi attempted to kiss him on the lips. Akashi raised an eyebrow and cupped his cheeks. He pulled his face closer and kissed him deeply. Furihata sighed in between the kiss, titled his head to kiss him deeper. Akashi's fingers curled under Furihata's shirt, rubbing the soft warm skin underneath.

"Se-Sei, ticklish." The chocolate brown haired boy protest at the light touches. He giggled in between their kiss, bumped his head against the wall when Akashi attacked his neck. "Haah… Sei…"

"Kouki…" Akashi replied and pulled away. He smiled when Furihata protested, pulling his boyfriend to the nearest sofa and sat down. He let Furihata sat on his lap while his fingers busily opening Furihata's button up shirt.

Furihata looked down with half-opened eyes. His cheeks flushed at the reminder of their previous conversation. Going all the way? He thought he was ready, but no, he wasn't. His body reacted faster than his mind, he pushed Akashi away from him. His face burnt when Akashi threw him a surprised look.

"S-Sorry!" He squeaked.

"Are you not ready?" Akashi smiled and rubbed Furihata's swollen lips with his thumb.

"Let's… continue this another time." Furihata leaned his forehead on Akashi's neck, hiding his shame.

"It's alright, Kouki. It's alright." Ruffling his chocolate hair, Akashi kissed his red ear. His heart swelled at his clingy boyfriend. He took a deep breath and couldn't hold his chuckled when Furihata whimpered at the touch of his nape. "I respect you." Akashi said soothingly.

They stayed like that with Akashi continued rubbing Furihata's back. Later he found that Furihata had fallen asleep in his arms. He kissed the top of Furihata's head before letting out a satisfied sigh. It's getting harder and harder to let go. He knew he couldn't ignore this feelings anymore. Furihata had started becoming a part of his life now. He is too precious. His lips pressed tightly, drowning in thoughts of his father and the dangerous media that were lurking everywhere only to spot his dirt and exposed it everywhere.

"You're heavy, Kouki." Akashi whispered, slowly shifting Furihata's body so that he could pick him up bridal style. He lifted him up in his arms and walked to Furihata's bedroom and gently put him down on his bed. His fingers rubbed Furihata's cheek with a sad face.

"It'd be hard to endure all of this. I don't know if you can stand those nasty people in the media. I hope I can protect you 24/7." His father words was right. Reality is harsh, even if he could protect his precious Kouki, the boy himself might be having a mental break down. Even with just a small talk with the rainbow, Furihata was acting like this. It'd be too much for him to bear all of those harsh treatment from people. Now it's not the time to expose him, but someday he need to defend himself. If he didn't have the power and raise his head high, it'd be the end of him. Just standing beside him with a status of Akashi Seijuurou's lover wasn't enough. He needed to hold something, become someone as high as Akashi was. How long will it take? He might get bored while waiting for him or Furihata would actually getting tired to run after him, to reach the top of the staircase, where he stood proudly above all else.

Seeing the sleeping brunette before him, Akashi felt his heart clenched painfully. If he didn't want to hurt him, he should have letting him go from the start.

"From all of the people, why it has to be you, the one I fell for." Akashi brushed Furihata's bangs from his eyes. "I love you, Kouki." I wish I can protect you all the time.

He stood up straight and turned around to leave the room. Leaving his Kouki alone in Tokyo. His mind drifted back to the conversation he was having with his father. He should make a decision as soon as possible.

Akashi was checking the photo in his laptop when he felt someone looming behind him. He raised his head to realize his father was checking the photo closely. "Father? You're home early."

"Are you choosing a photo of your candidate?" Masaomi leaned forward to check and chuckled. He nodded to convince himself and smirk. "Pretty enough."

Akashi smiled at his father.

"That'll be the next candidate, Seijuurou."

Blinking at his father in disbelieve, Akashi gaped at him. "Are you serious?"

"Of course. You can invite this one for a dinner."

"Understood, father." This one…

Masaomi nodded and walked outside the study room. Akashi's eyes looked back at the chosen photo.

"I'm sorry, Kouki, but this need some work." Akashi mumbled to himself while picking up a bride's candidate. Staring at the photo, he chuckled to himself.

Furihata blinked and frowned when he saw darkness engulfed his vision. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around.

"Sei?" He called out while getting out from the bed. He walked out of his room and turned on the light.

His rent room was empty, Akashi must have gone back to Kyoto. He pouted and sat down in the sofa. 'Stupid, Sei. He should have wake me up before we went back to Kyoto.' Blinking at his complain, Furihata realized that lately he was being far too clingy to him. Maybe he should learn not to be too depend on him. He needed to consider Akashi's valuable time other than tying him up into his arms. That's right, Akashi won't be there all the time for him.

Slowly his eyes drifted to the drawer under the coffee table in front of him. Strangely enough, his best friends gave him some magazine a few days ago. Dirty magazine that is. He slowly opened the drawer and peeked inside. He pulled out one of them and scanned the cover. Even the front page was lewd enough for him to bear. He wonder how could the two of his best friends were able to pick such a magazine without shame. His eyes clenched shut and took a deep breath before opening it in a random page. He opened one eye to check of the page he had opened. There was a guy kneeled down on the floor with a leash around his neck.

"GAAAAAAAAHH!" Furihata shouted and threw the magazine to the floor before rolling on the sofa, cupping his flaming face. He was definitely not ready! At least not ready to have that kind of play with Akashi. He peeked from between his fingers and looked at the magazine again. In a few minutes Furihata found himself getting tired from squealing and yelping every time he turned the pages. It's weird when he had been having an oral sex with Akashi and still shy about seeing those pictures of shameless boys and man in the magazine.

… Why did Fukuda and Kawahara gave him a gay magazine, anyway? Oh right, he told them, no, he told the team that he'd gotten himself a boyfriend. Furihata groaned, letting the magazine once again, for the numerous times, dropped to the floor.

His phone buzzed and Furihata quickly picked up without checking the caller ID. The voice in the other line made him yelped.

"Kouki? Are you alright?"

"I-I'm alright! Just watching some film." He stammered a lie and chuckled nervously.

"Okay, I'm just wondering if you'd woken up or not. You look so comfortable sleeping that I didn't have a heart to wake you up."

"I-I see. W-well, have you arrived in Kyoto?"

"I'll be arrive in a few minutes. Just want to say goodnight, Kouki. I've left you some food in the refrigerator. You can warm it up."

Furihata looked at the refrigerator. What is he doing, staring at the dirty magazine when Sei had actually prepared him some food to stuff his stomach. He smiled and stood up.

"Thank you, Sei." His heart felt warm as he grinned at the food neatly placed in the middle of the almost empty refrigerator.

"Eat it and have a good rest. I need to get off now."

"Okay. Be careful." The line went off and Furihata kissed his mobile phone. 'Wish you're here eating dinner with me.'

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