Kuroko no Basket Drabble (2012.07.13 Severely Vindicated)
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Severely Vindicated(2012.07.13)
Kagami woke in the middle of the night when Kuroko did, plunging out of sleep straight upwards. The timer on the heater had long gone out and Kagami could see the brief lungfuls of air Kuroko sucked before Kagami's hand, rubbing circles on his back, soothed the rigidity of his shoulders away.
His other hand crept out of the blanket and found the controls for the central heating. Then, switching on the light - a necessary evil - he sat up too, wondering for a moment if it would be okay for him to slip his arm around Kuroko's shoulders. He figured it couldn't hurt, and when Kuroko leaned against him bonelessly, he knew he'd made the right move.
Do you want to talk about it floated right before his lips, but he couldn't let it fly.
"You were right," Kuroko whispered finally.
"About?"
Kuroko shook his head numbly. His whole body was heavy against Kagami's side, and he leaned a little into Kuroko too. He seemed to like that, because he turned his head inward and tilted his head up, so his lips pressed in a not-quite-kiss against Kagami's Adam's apple.
His mind wandered to the suspicions he had about Kuroko not getting over the pain yet, but even if he heard Kuroko out, what could he do? Go to each perpetrator's house and beat the crap out of them? He was, from past experience, disastrous at giving advice himself, and more often his attempts to solve his own problems ended in catastrophe. Furthermore this was a subject he had close to no experience in.
One-handed, he reached for the bottle of water he'd left on his desk. Kuroko sipped gratefully from it and made no move to remove his limpet self from Kagami, who was trying his very hardest to be a rock steady anchor for his kinda-not-official-boyfriend.
"You can breathe, you know," Kuroko commented wryly. Kagami whooshed out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly.
A blue eye peeked backwards. "Nervous?"
Yes. "Should I not be?"
Kuroko only had to turn a little to fall into Kagami's lap. The line of his thigh, all the way down to his toes, was lined with golden light from the lamp. The plain look he gave Kagami now was mock-innocent, and totally mischievious. When he scooted forward a little, Kagami gave one big scoot away until his back was against the wall. Kuroko's eyes winked with laughter at that.
"I could find ways to loosen you up," he said, deadly soft, and though Kagami knew he'd said it in jest he couldn't help his blood rising a little. From the looks of it, Kuroko could read it from his face too. Or maybe it was just because he was sitting right on top of Kagami.
"What're you doing," Kagami whispered, throat bone-dry.
"I'm going to kiss you."
He did just that. Their lips met and Kagami made a sound that might've been a roughly truncated groan. Through the previous times (in various places) that they'd kissed, Kagami had learned Kuroko liked to take his time. He liked to suck Kagami's top lip, then the bottom, and he liked it too when Kagami did the same to him. He even kind of liked it when their noses clashed, because usually it meant Kagami was getting a little more into the game, which also meant his hands were probably somewhere they shouldn't be.
Like now, they were crawling up Kuroko's bare back. He could feel the smooth twist of Kuroko's muscles as his hands smoothed down Kagami's sides. One brushed back up and placed itself, fingers spread, over Kagami's heart. They could both feel it beating frantically like a wild eagle in a cage.
It would be useless of Kagami to repeat the question Do you want this so he only gulped and slid his hands up further. Kuroko obediently shrugged off his T-shirt, since the room was now significantly warmer.
Kagami suddenly had the flashback of Kuroko walking like that, and shook his head. "What is it?" Kuroko asked, and he tried haltingly to explain.
"I saw a dream too. That you were...walking on the street, and flames burst around you. I can't remember exactly but I think the road was...shaking or something, because you kept on falling down and getting back up. I don't even think I was a person in it; I just watched you walk all the way down the street, until you were out of sight. It seemed to take forever..."
He looked up to find Kuroko not-smiling at him. "I dreamt I was there again, in the locker room." His smile faded as the contents of his words darkened. "Akashi-kun was never inhumane, you have to know." Kagami knew he was saying that because he'd never met him yet heard disturbingly negative things about him - which, of course, only fueled the imagination further. "He was only rough sometimes. Blunt with his words. But he took care of the things that mattered, and often very well."
"Then - like...were you...?"
"Of course I was one of those, Kagami-kun."
The question tumbled out of his mouth like a poisoned weed. "Did you ever love any of them? Like, really love?"
Kuroko's face seemed to made of white stone. "All of them. Some more than others, some in different ways, but I loved all of them at some point or another."
His head clunked against the wall. "And what makes number six any better?"
"Kagami-kun." Kuroko's voice held a note of warning.
"Or number seven, if you include that Momoi chick."
"You're not a number, Kagami-kun. You're just you, who attracted me."
Kagami harrumphed a little at that, embarrassed. Most people in Japan would describe him as either tall, intense, or frightening like most of the rest of their classmates. Only Kuroko had these strange thoughts, that Kagami was some sort of better-than-average Joe.
"Do you know why I'm sure I'll get over this? Because it's you who's helping me do it, Kagami-kun."
He snorted. "What makes me better than them?" He'd met all of them, he could imagine if Kuroko had really seen the light in one of them, he might've been just as happy.
"You'll be better than them. All of them."
Somehow he got the feeling they weren't talking about sex or personality or basketball, though both seemed intertwined with each other. "And you'll make me into this...better person. Some sort of personal superman?" he asked, a little disbelieving.
"Won't you give it a try, at least?"
He snorted again, his big hands coming to mirror Kuroko from before. Kuroko's heart was stuttering and jumping like his. "Well, we've gotten this far without anybody dying."
"True. It's only basketball, after all." The name of that sport would never be able to encompass all the fervor pitch and desperation they played on the court with.
"Only basketball," Kagami echoed.
Kuroko lifted his hand and Kagami didn't fight him when he pressed it against his hair, against his cheek. "That's right. We've got basketball, and basketball's got us. What we have to try is to make ours the best."
Now that was a thought out of Kagami's own vocabulary. "I can do that," he agreed easily.
"And this?" Kuroko squeezed his shoulder, fingers trailing downward. One barely scraped a nipple and Kagami's heart stopped for a second. "Won't you give this a try too?"
"When?" he stalled. Kuroko only stared at him, the banked fire in his eyes making his heart leap to his throat, all thoughts of sleep and too-early mornings banished from his head.
As if still in a dream his hands came up and cupped Kuroko's face. He didn't fight when Kagami reeled him. Their lips met again, and this time he was aware of the singeing wet feel of their tongues together. His hands were broad on the expanse of Kuroko's back, drifting down to bring him closer, and that was when Kuroko dared to shift forward so their hips met.
He could feel Kuroko, right there against his thigh, half-hard. He resisted the sudden mad urge to reach in, dig it out, have Kuroko right there in his palm, jerk him off until his body followed the frantic rhythm of Kagami's heart. Instead his hands found their old spots on Kuroko's ass, and eagerly - as eagerly as Kuroko ever did anything - Kuroko pressed completely against him. Kagami ripped the blanket away from between their bodies. The resulting rush of heat was electric.
"Kagami-kun," Kuroko panted wildly. His fingernails scrabbled against Kagami's shirt. He tried to keep some semblance of rational thought but here, with Kuroko trembling violently in his arms, he couldn't bring himself to ask What do you want or How do you want it, afraid that it would break the mood. Instead his hands bunched Kuroko's shorts and underwear down. His cock sprang out, nestled in coarse white curls.
It didn't look any different than Kagami's when it was hard, and it turned out it didn't feel different either. What was a change was the moan Kuroko uttered in his ear of incomprehensible beginnings of long sentences that Kagami became very determined to never let him finish. Undoubtedly they were something about those bastards, which Kagami very much didn't want to hear about right now.
He looked to his shoulder, where a creeping line of sweat slithered down Kuroko's face. His mouth was very open and very red, so Kagami kissed him again. Kuroko's hips rose and fell with every stroke Kagami made. He realized he didn't have to constantly look to see where Kuroko's dick was, so he continued kissing him.
Their kisses grew gradually sloppier, and what had been huffs of Kagami's name became one-syllable nonsense of aborted exclamations. Kuroko's hands were like vices on his shoulders; his face showed him barely hanging on, driving himself forcefully into the column of Kagami's hand. Kagami watched the fire build with every stroke -
- he gave the closest thing to a scream that Kagami had ever heard from him when he released all over Kagami's shirt. Kagami steadied his back as he gave a few helpless jerks, a second groan of "Ohh..." uttered unconsciously before he melted against Kagami's shoulder. Wincing at the mess between their bodies, he lay Kuroko gently down beside him, and cannabalized his ruined T-shirt for a towel as he wiped them both off. When he was done, he sat back a little and took it in: Kuroko, lying on his bed with his pants around his knees, arms splayed and skin pink with exertion, eyes half-lidded and only subconsciously following Kagami's movements.
"Feel good?" He grinned as he tossed the T-shirt to the floor. When he leaned down to kiss Kuroko again he could feel his eyelashes batting his cheek.
One pale hand moved towards his boxer briefs, and shamelessly palmed the bulge in front. "Kagami-kun," Kuroko started to say, but Kagami only brushed his hand away, pecking him on the lips again.
"Tonight's for you, Kuroko. And every night after this."
"I want to," Kuroko insisted. His eyes seemed much clearer now. "Let me..." He didn't finish as he divested Kagami of his last piece of clothing, and took Kagami's swollen sex into his mouth.
Kagami had imagined it should feel foreign and strange to have lips moving, a tongue pressing where none had ever been before. But instead he was filled with guilty wonder - so that's why other men were so fixated on this - as he watched Kuroko's head bob, his fingers scratch through the red hairs around his cock. His own hand moved, dreamlike, to rest lightly on Kuroko's head. When he tried to speak a groan instead emerged, uttered before he could stop it.
"You don't have to..."
Kuroko took his mouth off just long enough to answer. "I want to." And then he hummed, drinking him in again. Kagami came helplessly with a shout.
Later, when they'd both rinsed themselves off in the tiny shower stall, they lay down in new sheets, Kuroko pillowed comfortably against his chest. "What do you see when you look at me?" Kuroko asked, and Kagami thought he might finally understand all the subtle nuances of Kuroko-ese in that question: relaxation and drowsiness on the hells of overrun hesitance.
"Strength," he replied simply, thinking not of physical height or weight or even intelligence. What he meant was that steel core that kept driving Kuroko on relentlessly past his limits. A moral self-compass, of sorts.
"That was good. You were good, Kagami-kun."
He didn't need the compliment, but he felt warmed anyway. "We'll do it more from now on," he promised. Anything to drive the memories of those five away. "Sleep, now." He hoped, for Kuroko's sake, that he dreamed of warmth and happiness.
Even as he finished the thought, the weary black dragged him down to rest.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Pairing: Kagami/Kuroko
Rating: NC-17. FINALLY.
Notes: GUH now I just have to think of how to make Kagami + GenMira reconcile.... maybe if they all just had group smex had one big teary group hug, I could finally put this thing to rest. Eh.
*shakes head* Naw, it'd never work.
Severely Vindicated(2012.07.13)
Kagami woke in the middle of the night when Kuroko did, plunging out of sleep straight upwards. The timer on the heater had long gone out and Kagami could see the brief lungfuls of air Kuroko sucked before Kagami's hand, rubbing circles on his back, soothed the rigidity of his shoulders away.
His other hand crept out of the blanket and found the controls for the central heating. Then, switching on the light - a necessary evil - he sat up too, wondering for a moment if it would be okay for him to slip his arm around Kuroko's shoulders. He figured it couldn't hurt, and when Kuroko leaned against him bonelessly, he knew he'd made the right move.
Do you want to talk about it floated right before his lips, but he couldn't let it fly.
"You were right," Kuroko whispered finally.
"About?"
Kuroko shook his head numbly. His whole body was heavy against Kagami's side, and he leaned a little into Kuroko too. He seemed to like that, because he turned his head inward and tilted his head up, so his lips pressed in a not-quite-kiss against Kagami's Adam's apple.
His mind wandered to the suspicions he had about Kuroko not getting over the pain yet, but even if he heard Kuroko out, what could he do? Go to each perpetrator's house and beat the crap out of them? He was, from past experience, disastrous at giving advice himself, and more often his attempts to solve his own problems ended in catastrophe. Furthermore this was a subject he had close to no experience in.
One-handed, he reached for the bottle of water he'd left on his desk. Kuroko sipped gratefully from it and made no move to remove his limpet self from Kagami, who was trying his very hardest to be a rock steady anchor for his kinda-not-official-boyfriend.
"You can breathe, you know," Kuroko commented wryly. Kagami whooshed out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly.
A blue eye peeked backwards. "Nervous?"
Yes. "Should I not be?"
Kuroko only had to turn a little to fall into Kagami's lap. The line of his thigh, all the way down to his toes, was lined with golden light from the lamp. The plain look he gave Kagami now was mock-innocent, and totally mischievious. When he scooted forward a little, Kagami gave one big scoot away until his back was against the wall. Kuroko's eyes winked with laughter at that.
"I could find ways to loosen you up," he said, deadly soft, and though Kagami knew he'd said it in jest he couldn't help his blood rising a little. From the looks of it, Kuroko could read it from his face too. Or maybe it was just because he was sitting right on top of Kagami.
"What're you doing," Kagami whispered, throat bone-dry.
"I'm going to kiss you."
He did just that. Their lips met and Kagami made a sound that might've been a roughly truncated groan. Through the previous times (in various places) that they'd kissed, Kagami had learned Kuroko liked to take his time. He liked to suck Kagami's top lip, then the bottom, and he liked it too when Kagami did the same to him. He even kind of liked it when their noses clashed, because usually it meant Kagami was getting a little more into the game, which also meant his hands were probably somewhere they shouldn't be.
Like now, they were crawling up Kuroko's bare back. He could feel the smooth twist of Kuroko's muscles as his hands smoothed down Kagami's sides. One brushed back up and placed itself, fingers spread, over Kagami's heart. They could both feel it beating frantically like a wild eagle in a cage.
It would be useless of Kagami to repeat the question Do you want this so he only gulped and slid his hands up further. Kuroko obediently shrugged off his T-shirt, since the room was now significantly warmer.
Kagami suddenly had the flashback of Kuroko walking like that, and shook his head. "What is it?" Kuroko asked, and he tried haltingly to explain.
"I saw a dream too. That you were...walking on the street, and flames burst around you. I can't remember exactly but I think the road was...shaking or something, because you kept on falling down and getting back up. I don't even think I was a person in it; I just watched you walk all the way down the street, until you were out of sight. It seemed to take forever..."
He looked up to find Kuroko not-smiling at him. "I dreamt I was there again, in the locker room." His smile faded as the contents of his words darkened. "Akashi-kun was never inhumane, you have to know." Kagami knew he was saying that because he'd never met him yet heard disturbingly negative things about him - which, of course, only fueled the imagination further. "He was only rough sometimes. Blunt with his words. But he took care of the things that mattered, and often very well."
"Then - like...were you...?"
"Of course I was one of those, Kagami-kun."
The question tumbled out of his mouth like a poisoned weed. "Did you ever love any of them? Like, really love?"
Kuroko's face seemed to made of white stone. "All of them. Some more than others, some in different ways, but I loved all of them at some point or another."
His head clunked against the wall. "And what makes number six any better?"
"Kagami-kun." Kuroko's voice held a note of warning.
"Or number seven, if you include that Momoi chick."
"You're not a number, Kagami-kun. You're just you, who attracted me."
Kagami harrumphed a little at that, embarrassed. Most people in Japan would describe him as either tall, intense, or frightening like most of the rest of their classmates. Only Kuroko had these strange thoughts, that Kagami was some sort of better-than-average Joe.
"Do you know why I'm sure I'll get over this? Because it's you who's helping me do it, Kagami-kun."
He snorted. "What makes me better than them?" He'd met all of them, he could imagine if Kuroko had really seen the light in one of them, he might've been just as happy.
"You'll be better than them. All of them."
Somehow he got the feeling they weren't talking about sex or personality or basketball, though both seemed intertwined with each other. "And you'll make me into this...better person. Some sort of personal superman?" he asked, a little disbelieving.
"Won't you give it a try, at least?"
He snorted again, his big hands coming to mirror Kuroko from before. Kuroko's heart was stuttering and jumping like his. "Well, we've gotten this far without anybody dying."
"True. It's only basketball, after all." The name of that sport would never be able to encompass all the fervor pitch and desperation they played on the court with.
"Only basketball," Kagami echoed.
Kuroko lifted his hand and Kagami didn't fight him when he pressed it against his hair, against his cheek. "That's right. We've got basketball, and basketball's got us. What we have to try is to make ours the best."
Now that was a thought out of Kagami's own vocabulary. "I can do that," he agreed easily.
"And this?" Kuroko squeezed his shoulder, fingers trailing downward. One barely scraped a nipple and Kagami's heart stopped for a second. "Won't you give this a try too?"
"When?" he stalled. Kuroko only stared at him, the banked fire in his eyes making his heart leap to his throat, all thoughts of sleep and too-early mornings banished from his head.
As if still in a dream his hands came up and cupped Kuroko's face. He didn't fight when Kagami reeled him. Their lips met again, and this time he was aware of the singeing wet feel of their tongues together. His hands were broad on the expanse of Kuroko's back, drifting down to bring him closer, and that was when Kuroko dared to shift forward so their hips met.
He could feel Kuroko, right there against his thigh, half-hard. He resisted the sudden mad urge to reach in, dig it out, have Kuroko right there in his palm, jerk him off until his body followed the frantic rhythm of Kagami's heart. Instead his hands found their old spots on Kuroko's ass, and eagerly - as eagerly as Kuroko ever did anything - Kuroko pressed completely against him. Kagami ripped the blanket away from between their bodies. The resulting rush of heat was electric.
"Kagami-kun," Kuroko panted wildly. His fingernails scrabbled against Kagami's shirt. He tried to keep some semblance of rational thought but here, with Kuroko trembling violently in his arms, he couldn't bring himself to ask What do you want or How do you want it, afraid that it would break the mood. Instead his hands bunched Kuroko's shorts and underwear down. His cock sprang out, nestled in coarse white curls.
It didn't look any different than Kagami's when it was hard, and it turned out it didn't feel different either. What was a change was the moan Kuroko uttered in his ear of incomprehensible beginnings of long sentences that Kagami became very determined to never let him finish. Undoubtedly they were something about those bastards, which Kagami very much didn't want to hear about right now.
He looked to his shoulder, where a creeping line of sweat slithered down Kuroko's face. His mouth was very open and very red, so Kagami kissed him again. Kuroko's hips rose and fell with every stroke Kagami made. He realized he didn't have to constantly look to see where Kuroko's dick was, so he continued kissing him.
Their kisses grew gradually sloppier, and what had been huffs of Kagami's name became one-syllable nonsense of aborted exclamations. Kuroko's hands were like vices on his shoulders; his face showed him barely hanging on, driving himself forcefully into the column of Kagami's hand. Kagami watched the fire build with every stroke -
- he gave the closest thing to a scream that Kagami had ever heard from him when he released all over Kagami's shirt. Kagami steadied his back as he gave a few helpless jerks, a second groan of "Ohh..." uttered unconsciously before he melted against Kagami's shoulder. Wincing at the mess between their bodies, he lay Kuroko gently down beside him, and cannabalized his ruined T-shirt for a towel as he wiped them both off. When he was done, he sat back a little and took it in: Kuroko, lying on his bed with his pants around his knees, arms splayed and skin pink with exertion, eyes half-lidded and only subconsciously following Kagami's movements.
"Feel good?" He grinned as he tossed the T-shirt to the floor. When he leaned down to kiss Kuroko again he could feel his eyelashes batting his cheek.
One pale hand moved towards his boxer briefs, and shamelessly palmed the bulge in front. "Kagami-kun," Kuroko started to say, but Kagami only brushed his hand away, pecking him on the lips again.
"Tonight's for you, Kuroko. And every night after this."
"I want to," Kuroko insisted. His eyes seemed much clearer now. "Let me..." He didn't finish as he divested Kagami of his last piece of clothing, and took Kagami's swollen sex into his mouth.
Kagami had imagined it should feel foreign and strange to have lips moving, a tongue pressing where none had ever been before. But instead he was filled with guilty wonder - so that's why other men were so fixated on this - as he watched Kuroko's head bob, his fingers scratch through the red hairs around his cock. His own hand moved, dreamlike, to rest lightly on Kuroko's head. When he tried to speak a groan instead emerged, uttered before he could stop it.
"You don't have to..."
Kuroko took his mouth off just long enough to answer. "I want to." And then he hummed, drinking him in again. Kagami came helplessly with a shout.
Later, when they'd both rinsed themselves off in the tiny shower stall, they lay down in new sheets, Kuroko pillowed comfortably against his chest. "What do you see when you look at me?" Kuroko asked, and Kagami thought he might finally understand all the subtle nuances of Kuroko-ese in that question: relaxation and drowsiness on the hells of overrun hesitance.
"Strength," he replied simply, thinking not of physical height or weight or even intelligence. What he meant was that steel core that kept driving Kuroko on relentlessly past his limits. A moral self-compass, of sorts.
"That was good. You were good, Kagami-kun."
He didn't need the compliment, but he felt warmed anyway. "We'll do it more from now on," he promised. Anything to drive the memories of those five away. "Sleep, now." He hoped, for Kuroko's sake, that he dreamed of warmth and happiness.
Even as he finished the thought, the weary black dragged him down to rest.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Pairing: Kagami/Kuroko
Rating: NC-17. FINALLY.
Notes: GUH now I just have to think of how to make Kagami + GenMira reconcile.... maybe if they all just had group smex had one big teary group hug, I could finally put this thing to rest. Eh.
*shakes head* Naw, it'd never work.