Murasakibara didn't flinch. He didn't seem surprised, scared, angry or ashamed by the question, and nor did he feel any regret that he himself had caused the curiosity. Murasakibara has always been a simple person, what felt good felt good and what was true was true, living by these simple ideas made life somewhat comprehensible and ensured him that things wouldn't become too strange. He had never taken the time to pounder whether that meant he was gay, bi or even queer, it simply meant he was a stupid person choosing to live a simple person's life. That was what he thought about as he met Aomine's gaze. He didn't think about whether he was being mocked, humiliated or if Aomine was being condescending. He was lying quite comfortable on the bench and Aomine still inside him eased him out of the ecstasy he was feeling only minutes before, he had always hated the sudden emptiness left when the others had just pulled out. It took him a good ten seconds before he realized that Aomine had asked a question, he wasn't usually this distracted, but with his whole body feeling blissfully drained and satisfied and his stomach growling for food he couldn't help but letting his thoughts wander and his body grow sleepy. "Hmm?" he said, dragging out the time so he for once could think before speaking. That, and he didn't want himself nor Aomine to move. "You have had other partners, Murasakibara-kun?" Kuroko seemed unfazed by staring at Murasakibara's post-orgasm face, even with Aomine towering over him and sperm coating his belly. Murasakibara groaned as he found it hard to concentrate on thinking when people kept talking and while Aomine was looking at him and even stealing glances down his stomach to where they were connecting. He didn't want to move either. "I've been fucked a few times and I've fucked a few times, I don't know how many" He answered, the last word of his answer seemed to linger, as if he was to add a but. He had closed his eyes again, too tired to try to figure out who to look at and what to expect. He already knew what came after. He wasn't ready to try to explain how, what or why to his friends, and he never would be. He had seen all the labels, but none seemed to fit him. He wasn't some product labeled so you knew it were safe to consume or what you were buying, he was a simple man in a world of complicated people. "Well, that was unexpected" Midorima's deep, serious voice broke off the lingering, what were they suppose to say.

"You're a faggot" Everyone's eyes shifted from Midorima's strangely obvious observation to the source of the insult. It continued: "You are a perverted, tainted person", "you know you are going to hell, right?", "you're just confused" One comment followed the next in a lazy, yet strangely melodious pace. "It's cool, really, you being gay and all", "Don't you want kids?", "Does anybody else know", "I'm sorry to hear so". The melody of strange comments left the room in an uncomfortably vulnerable state. Murasakibara didn't need to open his eyes to see their confusion, but he chose to continue, hoping he could settle them somewhat down again. "I don't care where you think I'm going when I'm standing right here. I don't strive for your approval. It's not a secret, its just simply a fact. I don't know if I want kids" Murasakibara didn't seem sad. He wasn't mad. He wasn't even riled up, passionate or distant. As he breathed out he spoke, and as he breathed in he gained oxygen, simple as that. "I like saying yes because I am a simple person. I don't mind and it feels good. Sometimes I even say yes to sugarfree products, I know I don't like them, but why not" He opened his eyes and felt comfort in the plain ceiling. "Its not love, its not perversion", "Its simply the fact that I feel like my life keep flowing forward, of course I say no when I don't wanna", "but I usually want to, what I don't want is for that flow to stop". "I'm a simple person. I like how good it feels and I like how simple it is. Girls are good. Guys are good." He blinked a few times before continuing: "It's just that I love the flow others offer me, that I cant create myself. No one is like me and I'm like no one else, but I feel just like any other person would I guess." His voice was casual, his pose relaxed as his eyes met Aomine's. Aomine simply stared down at him, his expression hard to read for anyone with social skills, thereby impossible for Murasakibara.

"My sperm is in your ass"… "Yes..." The simple exchange of words between the two made everyone loosen up. "I never knew you were such a reflected person, Murasakibara-kun", "It looked like it felt good, or is it just you Murasakibara-chi? I've never cum several times in succession" Kise looked almost envious, but full of awe for the purpette, completely ignoring labels of sexualities and judgment. "'ts good" Atsushi mumbled. Aomine steadied himself on Murasakibara's naked hips, discreetly feeling the hard bone and muscle under the skin against his fingers once more, as he pulled out. That little motion went unnoticed by everyone except the captain, and that little motion reminded him what the goal of this was. "I have a proposition" the captain announced as he shamelessly watched semen leak out of his center player and onto the bench. "A scientific experience like this isn't really reliable unless the hypothesis has been tested on several occasions with several subjects" He gave them time to catch up, but not enough for them to feel like they should already rely an answer. He shifted his eyes away from the leaking semen and let it slide across the players faces, reading one's eyes before playfully sliding over to the next, noting down the reactions as he went. "I understand if this isn't something you bother to continue with, but I felt it was quite interesting" he stopped for a moment, purposely building anticipation before continuing "I also realize that you are as well observers as me and that me simply refraining to take part would be unfair" Akashi let the silence fill the room as the players carefully muted their questions, almost afraid to have misunderstood their captain. "Akashi-san," Kuroko started, hesitant, "do you mean that you will take part in the sexual act the next time?" Akashi smiled and calmly answered "If you would all like to continue" he paused making sure no one objected "I would gladly be the receiver for one of you the next time" He smiled feeling the sexual tension and pheromones refill the air again like a thick mist. "For science"

I don't know how to put in a writer's comment so I'll just do it here: First of all thank you so much for the support and Sorry for not updating in a while. I wanna especially thank "Ooo", "Xxx", "Rinfantasy" and "Guest" for commenting, it makes me really happy 3
And then the other thing: I don't know if I wanna continue this story, I kind of wanna write something either simpler (like pure smut) or more intricate (an actual plot and feelings), but I like the idea of trying just a couple of more chapters, since being done makes me a bit uneasy: finally thats why I wanna ask you guys: Who would you like to top Akashi in the next chapter? If anyone have any suggestions I will write it, also if you have any wishes or a place, setting or just anything really!

Thanks so much for the support!