Kuroko no Basket Drabble (30_kisses #1 - 10: Kagami)
HBD TAIGA-CHAN
Now that I have your attention, I bring 10 drabbles about Kagami for his birthday. I thought I was the only one who liked this character...if tumblr is any indication, I am dead wrong.
This was pretty much an exercise for me today to a) get over sleepiness, b) try writing something other than zombie!fic, c) try my hand at writing something other than KagaKuro or AoKagaKuro or just anything with Kagami and Kuroko in it. Though it seems I failed (#6). They're all under 1000 words...I think.
Title: look over here
Pairing: KiseKaga, hints of AoKagaKuro
Rating: G?
Notes: uhhh yeah. Does this pairing even work? Because I'm not very good at it.
1. look over here
He was in the exact same rut. Again. The words repeated themselves in his head but all he did was smile, it was all he was ever good for.
He wasn't the same as he was before (and neither was Kagami Aomine either) but all the same he was attracted to that light. That was part of why he understood when Kuroko followed people who were stronger than them, except he never wanted to fight them, he just wanted to follow them. Kise could never be satisfied with just that.
And Kagami was perfect. Kise could imagine him in his bed, pushing him down roughly, hands firm and sure over his body, stripping him solidly from all of his clothes. And then lips would trace his hands, chin, chest, cock with that knowing, familiar feel until Kise came, pinned down, chanting Kagami's name.
Aomine would break his skin, make him bleed if Kise made him angry enough. It was the only way to get him into bed, after all - he saved all his gentleness for Kuroko, and all his goddamn competitive spirit for Kagami. He wasn't blind. He'd been to Kagami's house just last week and watched Aomine change out of his sweaty tank top from one of his own, hanging from Kagami's closet.
He was so goddamn tired of being left out. What did it matter if he was popular with the chicks? The people he wanted to notice him always shunted him aside.
Hey, he feels like screaming when he spies Kagami on the couch, Kuroko cuddled on one side, leaning against Aomine on the other. Here. Here. Look over here.
He can't turn away when Kagami bends down and brushes Kuroko's hair up, pressing a loving kiss on his forehead. He glows, and it's more than just lighting from the TV set. It's something more. Something special that lights them all up inside.
He wants it so bad but all he tastes in his mouth is acid.
Title: news; letter
Pairing: HimuKaga? Kinda?
Rating: G
Notes: uhhhhh that was short. And LOL it was really all Kagami and no Himuro...
2. news; letter
The postcard is short and to the point.
Tatsuya, it reads in English, back in LA and went to some of our old spots. Himuro looked to the picture, where participants in last year's Rose Bowl Parade smiled up at him. It's freaking hot here, but not as bad as it is over there. I saw Ricky and Davis last week, Ricky quit but Davis is still at it. Played sb with them yesterday.
Alex is here too, and something low and hard tightens in his stomach when he remembers Alex from last time, flouncing around the apartment with only a towel covering the important parts on top. Worst of all was the way that Kagami's eyes had briefly tracked her across the apartment. Says she wants to go to Japan sometime. Maybe back with me. Wants to practice her Japanese before it goes completely rusty.
Don't forget to water my tomatoes!
--Taiga 2XX2. 07.04
Like always, he pecks the name with his lips and sets it on his bookshelf.
Title: jolt!
Pairing: vague AidaKaga (HET ansibs R U CRAZY??)
Rating: G
Notes: ....yeah nothing to see here move along...
3. jolt!
"Well?" she tapped her nails impatiently.
"Will you just hang on a minute? Geez," Kagami grumbled. He held the jump cable in one hand and the car manual in the other.
She huffed and looked out over the green fields. It was so hot that she flapped her hands up and down, trying to get some air against her face. Glancing back at the scooter she'd owned since junior high school, she couldn't help but focus on the man working on it too.
Kagami had grown even taller in high school, filling out that long frame with muscles that Aida could distinctly recall shaping herself through constant practice and exercise. Not that Kagami needed any incentive; if anything, he needed someone to put the brakes on hard when he was injured. She could still remember when he was a first year, he'd snuck off to the basketball courts and played one-on-one with his rival before he was fully healed. Hadn't she grounded him for a whole week or something?
She didn't even realize she was smiling until he gave her a weird look. "Coach, what's wrong with you?" What was wrong with her? She was never this nostalgic. "Anyways, I think I've got it." He wiped his forehead with his arm, leaving one greasy streak on his cheek. It make him look really hot.
Immediately she derailed that thought with a cleaver. Oh ho ho ho, she warned herself jokingly, no no no NO, little Riko, don't even go there. But there's an animal magnetism in the way he sat wide astraddle the scooter, running his big hands over the handles, the deft twist of his wrist as he started it. His beat up car, hood popped open, gave an agreeable whine as it compensated for the amount of juice its owner wanted from it.
There, with her pink red helmet in his hands (looking at the stickers she'd stuck on when she was seven), he gave her one of those fierce grins that made opponents tremble on the court but just made her feel hot and fuzzy instead. "Got it started, coach. Anything else ya need?"
She stomped down on her attraction. She was a grown lady, she could control herself. And Kagami was pretty much tied in some sort of weird polyamorous knot with the old members of the Generation of Miracles anyway.
But she did compromise into giving him a peck on the cheek.
Title: our distance and that person
Pairing: Mitobe/Kagami (WHUT IZ WRONG W/ U, ansibs?? YOU SMOKING CRACK?)
Rating: G
Notes: ...I don't even know why I wrote this. Don't get me wrong, I love Mitobe. I just don't understand how he ever actually became any sort of head canon for me when he never SAYS anything...
4. our distance and that person
He knows instinctively, that Kagami is one to watch, not only that first time when the coach made them all take off their shirts and her eyes lit up when they came to him, but later too when he's running on the court, swiping the sweat from his eyes, brushing his hair back carelessly. Part of the reason he doesn't speak is because he keeps them all inside - butterflies and chickadees and real, big monsters of lies - but with Kagami it's like learning a whole new lexicon of secrets to keep.
The court's smaller with ten men on it, especially Kagami who always puts his foot on the gas, blazing his way through as if he could set the whole floor on fire. Mitobe watches as he spins, strikes, dunks, watches the scoreboard kick up and in his stomach he can feel that same thrill that's on Kagami's face, in his voice as he howls in triumph.
Try, a tiny voice tells him, and he finds himself stepping forward before he can even register it. No, stop. Look, another says, and he stops and looks both sides.
People are congregating on the floor, orange and blue and yellow and black uniforms. People that also see Kagami. People that respect him. People who look up to him. And...
That person. He reminds Mitobe of an onibi sometimes. Wispy and pale and leading them all somewhere.
The distance between is so deep maybe Mitobe never had that much of a chance. Maybe sharing the same water bottle (as they have) was really all he could manage.
Just once though, he thinks he would like to hold fire in his hands. Kiss it with his lips. Trace it with his hands. No matter if he got burned in the process.
For now, it is simply, deliciously warm in Kagami's heat.
Title: "ano sa"
Pairing: KiseKaga
Rating: NC-17 (why did we jump from all G to NC-17...man, whatever)
Notes: WHY does Kise get 2? This isn't even really my OTP!
5. "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
Kise's first kiss caught him off guard, but the second one was easier. "What the - " Kise cut him off mid-question, pressing him against the wall. Their hips ground against each other and Kagami heard his blood pounding in his head with every wet suck, every sinful scrape. Kise's hands roamed inside his loose tank top, diving into his pants without a single second's hesitation, fondling him until it was all Kagami could do to hang on for dear life.
And then Kise got to his knees, put his mouth around his sex, and every second became bright and static as he was tortured to the brink of insanity, one hand fisted in that blond hair as the other clutched the table behind him. He found he was screaming obscenities in both English and Japanese as Kise worked his mouth. He couldn't stop staring as Kise reached down and started jacking himself off too.
"Ano sa," he said breathlessly when Kise was done wiping his mouth. Both hands were sticky and white. "You couldn't've just told me the regular way?"
"I thought you might appreciate the bluntness," Kise said. As he licked off his fingers Kagami's cock twitched again. "You're a guy who believes in action over words, after all."
"Uhh yeah," Kagami responded intelligently. "This was a little too blunt."
Kise wiped his hands off on a towel and threw it negligently over his shoulder. Then, with pants pooling at their feet and their thighs pressed together, he threw his arms around his new boyfriend. The third kiss was almost familiar. Kise pouted briefly. "You're not as mean as the rest of them, but still mean. I meant it in good faith, you know." Kagami nipped at his earring and he laughed huskily. "I expect a date for this, just to tell you."
"Maji Burger," Kagami suggested instantly.
"Hell no." Kise wrinkled his nose.
"Uhh, Sukiya."
Kise's eyes filled; Kagami swore he could see 'future actor' hanging over the model's shoulder. "You think I'm only worth 350 yen? That's cruel, Kagamicchi."
He huffed. "Fine. Dennys."
Kise beamed. "Saturday, six-thirty?"
Kagami's only answer was to kiss him silly again.
Title: the space between dream and reality
Pairing: KagaKuro (oh FINALLY back to normal!)
Rating: uhh...PG? For one itty bitty kiss?
Notes: yeah this sounds like every other KagaKuro drabble I've ever written.
6. the space between dream and reality
Dream: to bring them back. All of them back.
Reality: It was hard sometimes. Really hard. At least he had Kagami. Thank the gods for Kagami.
Like the echoes of a dream he remembered years ago, when he was happy. When Aomine still laughed without any hint of mockery. When Momoi wasn't prone to fits of sadness. When Kise admired without any holding back, Murasakibara still said he liked basketball maybe just a tiny bit, and when Midorima still smiled once in a while. Then things had changed.
Kuroko hadn't moved on. He'd clung to what was wrong so he could fix it.
There were times, like when Aomine beat them, that he thought he might never recover from his heartbreak. But then he always looked and Kagami was there, his shoulders strong, his hair a mess, his body tall and broad and lifting his sky when Kuroko couldn't find the will to do so anymore. His hands were big and sometimes rough but never hurting, never crossing that limit into real pain.
When he'd kissed him he thought he might've finally set foot back in reality. Or was it dreams? He wanted it to be a dream. Because the best part about dreams was them coming true.
"You'll always be on the side of the light, Kuroko."
Yes. That's his other dream: to find someone who understands him.
Title: superstar
Pairing: AoMomo, KagaKuro if you reeeeally squint
Rating: G
Notes: set like, at least 7 or 8 years in the future.
7. superstar
She sighs as she knocks for the third time. After that, she just lets herself in with the spare key Kuroko gave her.
The hotel room is a mess, and she sighs again when she spies no less than three uniforms lying on the floor. A trail of clothes lead towards the bedroom where, butt-naked in his birthday suit, her charge is facedown on the bed, breathing deep and slow in sleep.
Usually she or Kuroko or even Aomine would come to check on him, but Aomine was out of town on a game (after she made him swear not to break Haizaki's face in; who knew that bastard would also rise so high?), and Kuroko had his thesis presentation at the school, so it fell to her. Kise or Midorima or even the old Seirin gang (she had all their numbers still) would've been alright, she knew he met up with them regularly, but there were some things that stayed within their little circle, though Kagami hadn't started out as one of them.
She can't bend down very well but she does manage to shuffle most of the clothes into the clothes hamper with the window opener, and then uses it for its actual purpose on one of the high suite windows.
Only after a breeze starts fluttering in does she give a "Aah~" of satisfaction and turns back to the bed. Through the blinds the sunset hits the back of Kagami's head so it looks like his head is on fire: orange and red and tipped with gold. When she waddles to the other side, one hand on her big belly, she sees that his face is half squashed into the pillow, but his eyebrows, usually bristling with challenge as he and Aomine fight over something trivial, are now relaxed, with no frown line between them.
She reaches out a finger and smooths where it should be. Then, with a smile, she bends down and pecks right there.
He awakens immediately at the touch. "Tetsuya?" he mutters, but then looks up and blinks. "Oh. What time is it?"
"Time to get up," she prods him in the side, chuckling when he jerks away to the other side of the bed. "You've been asleep for half a day already. The coach called Kuroko to make sure you hadn't fallen in a ditch somewhere."
He sifts his hand through his hair, still spiky as ever. "I didn't drink that much. Nobu and Taku drank way more," he grumbled.
"How many?" She knows if she's not as strict as she is with her own husband, Kagami will fall into a habit of drinking more. Plus, Kuroko would make that sad look at her.
"Three," he grudgingly admits.
"Three," she repeats skeptically.
"Okay, okay, four!"
She beams and tosses him a pair of boxers. "Let's go out to eat! To celebrate your win, you know?"
"You're my rival's wife, you know that right?"
"Yeah, but I don't want to look like a pig by myself. So you've got come with me." Unabashedly she opens his suitcase, noting happily there aren't any big-boobed idol albums in there (Kagami had even been present when she finally snapped and practically shook her rack at her then not-yet-husband), and picks out a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt that don't look to ratty. "We'll go to that buffet place near Ameyono. World's Buffet, I think it was."
She bustles through the suite's living room like she's back home, not kilometers away in a whole other section of the country, and sorts the stack like she does for Aomine. By the time she's done shuffling all the finished convenience store packaging into the trash, he comes out and stops dead at the door. "Whoa, you clean fast," he told her dumbly.
"Comes from picking up after Dai-chan." She took his arm jovially, grinning up at that face that had become a familiar sight after all these years. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah." His smile was no less fierce than the first time she'd seen it.
Title: our own world
Pairing: KagaAo
Rating: NC-17
Notes: THIS is fast becoming my new OTP. This is a love that really kills. And kills me.
8. our own world
He's absolutely in love with it.
When he moves right, Kagami immediately moves too. His counters are precise, fine-tuned, honed to Aomine's own. When Aomine lunges forward, he doesn't back away, he lunges forward too until their faces are practically touching. The first time they shared breath he had the ominous thought in the back in his mind, this is kinda hot. By the second time he'd come to terms with it - that feeling, and also the fact he was always half-mast whenever Kagami came around after that.
That was why they were doing this now. Pushing each other down, scraping each other with nails, tearing into each other's mouths like nothing else mattered. In their own world. A world of caged beasts set free, inhibitions tossed away like garbage, a world where nothing existed except for the two of them. They breathe harshly together, Kagami on top of him, knees digging so hard into his thighs he knows he'll have twin bruises tomorrow.
His kiss is hard and punishing, but no more than his cock that pushes into him, ruts him full and needy until he's keening for more, his nails drawing blood in Kagami's shoulders. Kagami responds, thrusting into him, Aomine's leg over his shoulder, rhythm erratic and unbalanced. They're both unhinged and uncaring, as long as they can drink their fill of each other.
When they're done Aomine licks at the wounds he's made. Kagami sports a split lip that he sucks; he laps at the marks in his shoulders, then at the bite he made when Kagami pushed his chin back with his hand.
In return Kagami moves down the length of him, and drags his tongue through the mess he's made on his stomach. The sight is so arousing he can't help but get excited again. Kagami takes development with good grace - right into his mouth, until Aomine's twisting, pumping feebly against the arm that holds him down like a steel bar, letting himself go as he shouts his completion.
Kagami's not smiling, but his face is hazy. Content for now. Cat-in-the-cream satisfied, if the white that leaks from one corner of his mouth means anything.
"This doesn't mean anything," Kagami says, back to him, but Aomine can read the set of his shoulders, his blank expression in the mirror, the methodical way he picks up their clothes. Because it's him, and in this world, there's only one other person who speaks the same exact language as him.
"Yeah," he answers. He leans back in the bed, admiring Kagami's ass and thighs. Every time it's a feral game, defined by few rules and even fewer complications.
It means more to both of them than they will ever say out loud.
Title: dash
Pairing: Midorima/Kagami
Rating: PG...?
Notes: another pair I'm not sure I'm getting down right.
9. dash
He's merely jogging with the box in his coat pocket before he checks the time. Then he literally starts to run down the street, flying past holiday shoppers and happy couples, dodging schoolgirls and children underfoot to finally step onto campus.
The university is dark at this hour but the library is still open, as are office hours for some of the professors, so lights still shine here and there. Midorima pushes up his glasses before he jogs at a more sedate pace to the gym, which the school basketball team has booked until midnight.
When he arrives only Kagami is still there in his regular black shirt with the sleeves cut off, and red basketball shorts. He watches for a moment at the door as his...lover? boyfriend? wheels around an imaginary opponent, steps back and shoots in that familiar high arc. The ball sighs through the net and that's when Kagami sees him.
He jogs to meet Midorima halfway, and the med student is treated to a quick but deep kiss before Kagami jumps back with a wet smack. "Brought a snack," he gestured to the tote bag on the bleachers. When Midorima opens it, it's full of his favorites. Kagami only grins as he digs in hungrily into the homecooked food. He's been in the lab all day and hasn't eaten anything except for some cookies one of his female labmates had baked.
He dumps the block that'd been sitting in his jacket pocket the whole time into Kagami's hand. He has a matching one already attached to his bookbag. "Today's item?" Kagami asks knowingly, and then frowns as he checks it all over. "Why is yellow all around? Aren't Rubix cubes supposed to be six different colors?"
"Thought you would appreciate the 'ahou-level' one." Kagami looks like he's going to chuck the cube at his head, but in the end just grumbles and tucks it away in his sports bag.
"How do things look?" He's talking about the team, but of course Kagami already knows.
"Ah, well. I dunno, you should probably ask Momoi."
"You should have a better estimation yourself, given you're part of it." His tone is admonishing.
Kagami grunts in return, picking at his own bento. "Takao's having trouble," he says finally.
"Takao?" Midorima remembers his old teammate. "What's wrong?"
"He doesn't get along with one of the coach. Says his ability has to be wider in scope before he can use him."
"So he's benched?"
"For now, yeah."
Midorima could see how that might make someone angry. "And you?"
"I'm not happy about it either. Takao's pretty darn useful. The ego smashing doesn't help either; he's kinda sensitive towards that."
Midorima could understand that too. "We have to come up with something, then. Some sort of practice."
Kagami nods. "That's what I was thinking too." He scoots closer so their shoulders touch. That, on top of the kiss he'd already given, is pretty much all the public exhibitionism that Midorima can take for one night, and he knows it. The rest...will have to wait until they're back home in their dorm room.
Kagami gets up again. "Wish you were shooting for us again, though."
Midorima looks at where two fingers of his right hand are still in splints. Thankfully after the first time Kagami learned to put spoons in there for the time being. Otherwise he would've been forced to feed Midorima like an invalid, and that was definitely more embarrassing than anything that they'd done today.
He watches Kagami shoot, giving corrections as needed. That's what the last hour is for, just shooting. Their voices ring in the gym and though he can't even begin to aim properly, hearing their voices echo together reminds him they're still on the same wavelength.
Kagami picks up the empty boxes along with his bag. Then he takes Midorima's hand pointedly, and pulls them both out of the gym. "Let's go home," he says, and though it's dark Midorima can tell his cheeks are pink.
Alright, he tells himself mentally, just a little more embarrassment for today. Just until we get home. Kagami's fingers tighten on his, despite himself, the warmth creeps upward, curling like smoke around Midorima's heart.
Title: #10 (isn't this just the perfect subject for Kagami?)
Pairing: KagaHyuuga
Rating: NC-17
Notes: it's either G or it's pr0n. What is wrong with me...
10. #10
He heard that ten is too full, too perfect. Nine is dangerously overflowing, eight is just right, and his number, four, is just plain unlucky. He'd always thought Kagami would go one more up, to eleven, but he didn't and that's why he's here, hot breath washing over his neck and filling his captain fit to burst.
"Kagami," he grits, strained to the point where he's not sure he's making sense anymore, "stop with the little baby thrusts and goddamn move before I kick your ass." Kagami groans at his dirty talk but only lets himself go a little faster, a little harder.
Hyuuga shoots a glare over his shoulder and abruptly switches their position. Kagami's cock slips out but not for long; Hyuuga's insistent as he sinks back down it, riding him hard and fast, each movement making slick sounds between their joined bodies. "I said get on with it, idiot." He huffs a sigh. "Why don't you ever listen to your elders, Kagami?"
His kouhai is almost breathless with wonder. His larger hands clasp Hyuuga's where they're stationed, one on Kagami's hip and the other on his chest, right over his heart. Hyuuga can feel how fast it's beating. "Maybe because..." it's too much and Kagami's eyes are rolling back as his hips jut helplessly into the body above him. "It...makes you do such amazing things..."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Hyuuga says, and squeezes just so, so Kagami's coming with an agonizing, drawn-out version of his name. He jerks on his own cock a couple times and he's arching too, mouth open, exhaling so loud as the blood thunders in his ears. Kagami's hands are gentle as they bring him down to lay beside him.
They're close enough to kiss, so they do so. It's calm and lazy, and Hyuuga can feel himself falling asleep where he is right now. "How was that, sempai," Kagami asks in the last second, and he barely manages to keep himself awake long enough to reply.
"Ten," he mutters, meaning ten out of ten, but can't get the rest out before his eyes shut for good.
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Kise
Now that I have your attention, I bring 10 drabbles about Kagami for his birthday. I thought I was the only one who liked this character...if tumblr is any indication, I am dead wrong.
This was pretty much an exercise for me today to a) get over sleepiness, b) try writing something other than zombie!fic, c) try my hand at writing something other than KagaKuro or AoKagaKuro or just anything with Kagami and Kuroko in it. Though it seems I failed (#6). They're all under 1000 words...I think.
Title: look over here
Pairing: KiseKaga, hints of AoKagaKuro
Rating: G?
Notes: uhhh yeah. Does this pairing even work? Because I'm not very good at it.
1. look over here
He was in the exact same rut. Again. The words repeated themselves in his head but all he did was smile, it was all he was ever good for.
He wasn't the same as he was before (and neither was Kagami Aomine either) but all the same he was attracted to that light. That was part of why he understood when Kuroko followed people who were stronger than them, except he never wanted to fight them, he just wanted to follow them. Kise could never be satisfied with just that.
And Kagami was perfect. Kise could imagine him in his bed, pushing him down roughly, hands firm and sure over his body, stripping him solidly from all of his clothes. And then lips would trace his hands, chin, chest, cock with that knowing, familiar feel until Kise came, pinned down, chanting Kagami's name.
Aomine would break his skin, make him bleed if Kise made him angry enough. It was the only way to get him into bed, after all - he saved all his gentleness for Kuroko, and all his goddamn competitive spirit for Kagami. He wasn't blind. He'd been to Kagami's house just last week and watched Aomine change out of his sweaty tank top from one of his own, hanging from Kagami's closet.
He was so goddamn tired of being left out. What did it matter if he was popular with the chicks? The people he wanted to notice him always shunted him aside.
Hey, he feels like screaming when he spies Kagami on the couch, Kuroko cuddled on one side, leaning against Aomine on the other. Here. Here. Look over here.
He can't turn away when Kagami bends down and brushes Kuroko's hair up, pressing a loving kiss on his forehead. He glows, and it's more than just lighting from the TV set. It's something more. Something special that lights them all up inside.
He wants it so bad but all he tastes in his mouth is acid.
Title: news; letter
Pairing: HimuKaga? Kinda?
Rating: G
Notes: uhhhhh that was short. And LOL it was really all Kagami and no Himuro...
2. news; letter
The postcard is short and to the point.
Tatsuya, it reads in English, back in LA and went to some of our old spots. Himuro looked to the picture, where participants in last year's Rose Bowl Parade smiled up at him. It's freaking hot here, but not as bad as it is over there. I saw Ricky and Davis last week, Ricky quit but Davis is still at it. Played sb with them yesterday.
Alex is here too, and something low and hard tightens in his stomach when he remembers Alex from last time, flouncing around the apartment with only a towel covering the important parts on top. Worst of all was the way that Kagami's eyes had briefly tracked her across the apartment. Says she wants to go to Japan sometime. Maybe back with me. Wants to practice her Japanese before it goes completely rusty.
Don't forget to water my tomatoes!
--Taiga 2XX2. 07.04
Like always, he pecks the name with his lips and sets it on his bookshelf.
Title: jolt!
Pairing: vague AidaKaga (HET ansibs R U CRAZY??)
Rating: G
Notes: ....yeah nothing to see here move along...
3. jolt!
"Well?" she tapped her nails impatiently.
"Will you just hang on a minute? Geez," Kagami grumbled. He held the jump cable in one hand and the car manual in the other.
She huffed and looked out over the green fields. It was so hot that she flapped her hands up and down, trying to get some air against her face. Glancing back at the scooter she'd owned since junior high school, she couldn't help but focus on the man working on it too.
Kagami had grown even taller in high school, filling out that long frame with muscles that Aida could distinctly recall shaping herself through constant practice and exercise. Not that Kagami needed any incentive; if anything, he needed someone to put the brakes on hard when he was injured. She could still remember when he was a first year, he'd snuck off to the basketball courts and played one-on-one with his rival before he was fully healed. Hadn't she grounded him for a whole week or something?
She didn't even realize she was smiling until he gave her a weird look. "Coach, what's wrong with you?" What was wrong with her? She was never this nostalgic. "Anyways, I think I've got it." He wiped his forehead with his arm, leaving one greasy streak on his cheek. It make him look really hot.
Immediately she derailed that thought with a cleaver. Oh ho ho ho, she warned herself jokingly, no no no NO, little Riko, don't even go there. But there's an animal magnetism in the way he sat wide astraddle the scooter, running his big hands over the handles, the deft twist of his wrist as he started it. His beat up car, hood popped open, gave an agreeable whine as it compensated for the amount of juice its owner wanted from it.
There, with her pink red helmet in his hands (looking at the stickers she'd stuck on when she was seven), he gave her one of those fierce grins that made opponents tremble on the court but just made her feel hot and fuzzy instead. "Got it started, coach. Anything else ya need?"
She stomped down on her attraction. She was a grown lady, she could control herself. And Kagami was pretty much tied in some sort of weird polyamorous knot with the old members of the Generation of Miracles anyway.
But she did compromise into giving him a peck on the cheek.
Title: our distance and that person
Pairing: Mitobe/Kagami (WHUT IZ WRONG W/ U, ansibs?? YOU SMOKING CRACK?)
Rating: G
Notes: ...I don't even know why I wrote this. Don't get me wrong, I love Mitobe. I just don't understand how he ever actually became any sort of head canon for me when he never SAYS anything...
4. our distance and that person
He knows instinctively, that Kagami is one to watch, not only that first time when the coach made them all take off their shirts and her eyes lit up when they came to him, but later too when he's running on the court, swiping the sweat from his eyes, brushing his hair back carelessly. Part of the reason he doesn't speak is because he keeps them all inside - butterflies and chickadees and real, big monsters of lies - but with Kagami it's like learning a whole new lexicon of secrets to keep.
The court's smaller with ten men on it, especially Kagami who always puts his foot on the gas, blazing his way through as if he could set the whole floor on fire. Mitobe watches as he spins, strikes, dunks, watches the scoreboard kick up and in his stomach he can feel that same thrill that's on Kagami's face, in his voice as he howls in triumph.
Try, a tiny voice tells him, and he finds himself stepping forward before he can even register it. No, stop. Look, another says, and he stops and looks both sides.
People are congregating on the floor, orange and blue and yellow and black uniforms. People that also see Kagami. People that respect him. People who look up to him. And...
That person. He reminds Mitobe of an onibi sometimes. Wispy and pale and leading them all somewhere.
The distance between is so deep maybe Mitobe never had that much of a chance. Maybe sharing the same water bottle (as they have) was really all he could manage.
Just once though, he thinks he would like to hold fire in his hands. Kiss it with his lips. Trace it with his hands. No matter if he got burned in the process.
For now, it is simply, deliciously warm in Kagami's heat.
Title: "ano sa"
Pairing: KiseKaga
Rating: NC-17 (why did we jump from all G to NC-17...man, whatever)
Notes: WHY does Kise get 2? This isn't even really my OTP!
5. "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
Kise's first kiss caught him off guard, but the second one was easier. "What the - " Kise cut him off mid-question, pressing him against the wall. Their hips ground against each other and Kagami heard his blood pounding in his head with every wet suck, every sinful scrape. Kise's hands roamed inside his loose tank top, diving into his pants without a single second's hesitation, fondling him until it was all Kagami could do to hang on for dear life.
And then Kise got to his knees, put his mouth around his sex, and every second became bright and static as he was tortured to the brink of insanity, one hand fisted in that blond hair as the other clutched the table behind him. He found he was screaming obscenities in both English and Japanese as Kise worked his mouth. He couldn't stop staring as Kise reached down and started jacking himself off too.
"Ano sa," he said breathlessly when Kise was done wiping his mouth. Both hands were sticky and white. "You couldn't've just told me the regular way?"
"I thought you might appreciate the bluntness," Kise said. As he licked off his fingers Kagami's cock twitched again. "You're a guy who believes in action over words, after all."
"Uhh yeah," Kagami responded intelligently. "This was a little too blunt."
Kise wiped his hands off on a towel and threw it negligently over his shoulder. Then, with pants pooling at their feet and their thighs pressed together, he threw his arms around his new boyfriend. The third kiss was almost familiar. Kise pouted briefly. "You're not as mean as the rest of them, but still mean. I meant it in good faith, you know." Kagami nipped at his earring and he laughed huskily. "I expect a date for this, just to tell you."
"Maji Burger," Kagami suggested instantly.
"Hell no." Kise wrinkled his nose.
"Uhh, Sukiya."
Kise's eyes filled; Kagami swore he could see 'future actor' hanging over the model's shoulder. "You think I'm only worth 350 yen? That's cruel, Kagamicchi."
He huffed. "Fine. Dennys."
Kise beamed. "Saturday, six-thirty?"
Kagami's only answer was to kiss him silly again.
Title: the space between dream and reality
Pairing: KagaKuro (oh FINALLY back to normal!)
Rating: uhh...PG? For one itty bitty kiss?
Notes: yeah this sounds like every other KagaKuro drabble I've ever written.
6. the space between dream and reality
Dream: to bring them back. All of them back.
Reality: It was hard sometimes. Really hard. At least he had Kagami. Thank the gods for Kagami.
Like the echoes of a dream he remembered years ago, when he was happy. When Aomine still laughed without any hint of mockery. When Momoi wasn't prone to fits of sadness. When Kise admired without any holding back, Murasakibara still said he liked basketball maybe just a tiny bit, and when Midorima still smiled once in a while. Then things had changed.
Kuroko hadn't moved on. He'd clung to what was wrong so he could fix it.
There were times, like when Aomine beat them, that he thought he might never recover from his heartbreak. But then he always looked and Kagami was there, his shoulders strong, his hair a mess, his body tall and broad and lifting his sky when Kuroko couldn't find the will to do so anymore. His hands were big and sometimes rough but never hurting, never crossing that limit into real pain.
When he'd kissed him he thought he might've finally set foot back in reality. Or was it dreams? He wanted it to be a dream. Because the best part about dreams was them coming true.
"You'll always be on the side of the light, Kuroko."
Yes. That's his other dream: to find someone who understands him.
Title: superstar
Pairing: AoMomo, KagaKuro if you reeeeally squint
Rating: G
Notes: set like, at least 7 or 8 years in the future.
7. superstar
She sighs as she knocks for the third time. After that, she just lets herself in with the spare key Kuroko gave her.
The hotel room is a mess, and she sighs again when she spies no less than three uniforms lying on the floor. A trail of clothes lead towards the bedroom where, butt-naked in his birthday suit, her charge is facedown on the bed, breathing deep and slow in sleep.
Usually she or Kuroko or even Aomine would come to check on him, but Aomine was out of town on a game (after she made him swear not to break Haizaki's face in; who knew that bastard would also rise so high?), and Kuroko had his thesis presentation at the school, so it fell to her. Kise or Midorima or even the old Seirin gang (she had all their numbers still) would've been alright, she knew he met up with them regularly, but there were some things that stayed within their little circle, though Kagami hadn't started out as one of them.
She can't bend down very well but she does manage to shuffle most of the clothes into the clothes hamper with the window opener, and then uses it for its actual purpose on one of the high suite windows.
Only after a breeze starts fluttering in does she give a "Aah~" of satisfaction and turns back to the bed. Through the blinds the sunset hits the back of Kagami's head so it looks like his head is on fire: orange and red and tipped with gold. When she waddles to the other side, one hand on her big belly, she sees that his face is half squashed into the pillow, but his eyebrows, usually bristling with challenge as he and Aomine fight over something trivial, are now relaxed, with no frown line between them.
She reaches out a finger and smooths where it should be. Then, with a smile, she bends down and pecks right there.
He awakens immediately at the touch. "Tetsuya?" he mutters, but then looks up and blinks. "Oh. What time is it?"
"Time to get up," she prods him in the side, chuckling when he jerks away to the other side of the bed. "You've been asleep for half a day already. The coach called Kuroko to make sure you hadn't fallen in a ditch somewhere."
He sifts his hand through his hair, still spiky as ever. "I didn't drink that much. Nobu and Taku drank way more," he grumbled.
"How many?" She knows if she's not as strict as she is with her own husband, Kagami will fall into a habit of drinking more. Plus, Kuroko would make that sad look at her.
"Three," he grudgingly admits.
"Three," she repeats skeptically.
"Okay, okay, four!"
She beams and tosses him a pair of boxers. "Let's go out to eat! To celebrate your win, you know?"
"You're my rival's wife, you know that right?"
"Yeah, but I don't want to look like a pig by myself. So you've got come with me." Unabashedly she opens his suitcase, noting happily there aren't any big-boobed idol albums in there (Kagami had even been present when she finally snapped and practically shook her rack at her then not-yet-husband), and picks out a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt that don't look to ratty. "We'll go to that buffet place near Ameyono. World's Buffet, I think it was."
She bustles through the suite's living room like she's back home, not kilometers away in a whole other section of the country, and sorts the stack like she does for Aomine. By the time she's done shuffling all the finished convenience store packaging into the trash, he comes out and stops dead at the door. "Whoa, you clean fast," he told her dumbly.
"Comes from picking up after Dai-chan." She took his arm jovially, grinning up at that face that had become a familiar sight after all these years. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah." His smile was no less fierce than the first time she'd seen it.
Title: our own world
Pairing: KagaAo
Rating: NC-17
Notes: THIS is fast becoming my new OTP. This is a love that really kills. And kills me.
8. our own world
He's absolutely in love with it.
When he moves right, Kagami immediately moves too. His counters are precise, fine-tuned, honed to Aomine's own. When Aomine lunges forward, he doesn't back away, he lunges forward too until their faces are practically touching. The first time they shared breath he had the ominous thought in the back in his mind, this is kinda hot. By the second time he'd come to terms with it - that feeling, and also the fact he was always half-mast whenever Kagami came around after that.
That was why they were doing this now. Pushing each other down, scraping each other with nails, tearing into each other's mouths like nothing else mattered. In their own world. A world of caged beasts set free, inhibitions tossed away like garbage, a world where nothing existed except for the two of them. They breathe harshly together, Kagami on top of him, knees digging so hard into his thighs he knows he'll have twin bruises tomorrow.
His kiss is hard and punishing, but no more than his cock that pushes into him, ruts him full and needy until he's keening for more, his nails drawing blood in Kagami's shoulders. Kagami responds, thrusting into him, Aomine's leg over his shoulder, rhythm erratic and unbalanced. They're both unhinged and uncaring, as long as they can drink their fill of each other.
When they're done Aomine licks at the wounds he's made. Kagami sports a split lip that he sucks; he laps at the marks in his shoulders, then at the bite he made when Kagami pushed his chin back with his hand.
In return Kagami moves down the length of him, and drags his tongue through the mess he's made on his stomach. The sight is so arousing he can't help but get excited again. Kagami takes development with good grace - right into his mouth, until Aomine's twisting, pumping feebly against the arm that holds him down like a steel bar, letting himself go as he shouts his completion.
Kagami's not smiling, but his face is hazy. Content for now. Cat-in-the-cream satisfied, if the white that leaks from one corner of his mouth means anything.
"This doesn't mean anything," Kagami says, back to him, but Aomine can read the set of his shoulders, his blank expression in the mirror, the methodical way he picks up their clothes. Because it's him, and in this world, there's only one other person who speaks the same exact language as him.
"Yeah," he answers. He leans back in the bed, admiring Kagami's ass and thighs. Every time it's a feral game, defined by few rules and even fewer complications.
It means more to both of them than they will ever say out loud.
Title: dash
Pairing: Midorima/Kagami
Rating: PG...?
Notes: another pair I'm not sure I'm getting down right.
9. dash
He's merely jogging with the box in his coat pocket before he checks the time. Then he literally starts to run down the street, flying past holiday shoppers and happy couples, dodging schoolgirls and children underfoot to finally step onto campus.
The university is dark at this hour but the library is still open, as are office hours for some of the professors, so lights still shine here and there. Midorima pushes up his glasses before he jogs at a more sedate pace to the gym, which the school basketball team has booked until midnight.
When he arrives only Kagami is still there in his regular black shirt with the sleeves cut off, and red basketball shorts. He watches for a moment at the door as his...lover? boyfriend? wheels around an imaginary opponent, steps back and shoots in that familiar high arc. The ball sighs through the net and that's when Kagami sees him.
He jogs to meet Midorima halfway, and the med student is treated to a quick but deep kiss before Kagami jumps back with a wet smack. "Brought a snack," he gestured to the tote bag on the bleachers. When Midorima opens it, it's full of his favorites. Kagami only grins as he digs in hungrily into the homecooked food. He's been in the lab all day and hasn't eaten anything except for some cookies one of his female labmates had baked.
He dumps the block that'd been sitting in his jacket pocket the whole time into Kagami's hand. He has a matching one already attached to his bookbag. "Today's item?" Kagami asks knowingly, and then frowns as he checks it all over. "Why is yellow all around? Aren't Rubix cubes supposed to be six different colors?"
"Thought you would appreciate the 'ahou-level' one." Kagami looks like he's going to chuck the cube at his head, but in the end just grumbles and tucks it away in his sports bag.
"How do things look?" He's talking about the team, but of course Kagami already knows.
"Ah, well. I dunno, you should probably ask Momoi."
"You should have a better estimation yourself, given you're part of it." His tone is admonishing.
Kagami grunts in return, picking at his own bento. "Takao's having trouble," he says finally.
"Takao?" Midorima remembers his old teammate. "What's wrong?"
"He doesn't get along with one of the coach. Says his ability has to be wider in scope before he can use him."
"So he's benched?"
"For now, yeah."
Midorima could see how that might make someone angry. "And you?"
"I'm not happy about it either. Takao's pretty darn useful. The ego smashing doesn't help either; he's kinda sensitive towards that."
Midorima could understand that too. "We have to come up with something, then. Some sort of practice."
Kagami nods. "That's what I was thinking too." He scoots closer so their shoulders touch. That, on top of the kiss he'd already given, is pretty much all the public exhibitionism that Midorima can take for one night, and he knows it. The rest...will have to wait until they're back home in their dorm room.
Kagami gets up again. "Wish you were shooting for us again, though."
Midorima looks at where two fingers of his right hand are still in splints. Thankfully after the first time Kagami learned to put spoons in there for the time being. Otherwise he would've been forced to feed Midorima like an invalid, and that was definitely more embarrassing than anything that they'd done today.
He watches Kagami shoot, giving corrections as needed. That's what the last hour is for, just shooting. Their voices ring in the gym and though he can't even begin to aim properly, hearing their voices echo together reminds him they're still on the same wavelength.
Kagami picks up the empty boxes along with his bag. Then he takes Midorima's hand pointedly, and pulls them both out of the gym. "Let's go home," he says, and though it's dark Midorima can tell his cheeks are pink.
Alright, he tells himself mentally, just a little more embarrassment for today. Just until we get home. Kagami's fingers tighten on his, despite himself, the warmth creeps upward, curling like smoke around Midorima's heart.
Title: #10 (isn't this just the perfect subject for Kagami?)
Pairing: KagaHyuuga
Rating: NC-17
Notes: it's either G or it's pr0n. What is wrong with me...
10. #10
He heard that ten is too full, too perfect. Nine is dangerously overflowing, eight is just right, and his number, four, is just plain unlucky. He'd always thought Kagami would go one more up, to eleven, but he didn't and that's why he's here, hot breath washing over his neck and filling his captain fit to burst.
"Kagami," he grits, strained to the point where he's not sure he's making sense anymore, "stop with the little baby thrusts and goddamn move before I kick your ass." Kagami groans at his dirty talk but only lets himself go a little faster, a little harder.
Hyuuga shoots a glare over his shoulder and abruptly switches their position. Kagami's cock slips out but not for long; Hyuuga's insistent as he sinks back down it, riding him hard and fast, each movement making slick sounds between their joined bodies. "I said get on with it, idiot." He huffs a sigh. "Why don't you ever listen to your elders, Kagami?"
His kouhai is almost breathless with wonder. His larger hands clasp Hyuuga's where they're stationed, one on Kagami's hip and the other on his chest, right over his heart. Hyuuga can feel how fast it's beating. "Maybe because..." it's too much and Kagami's eyes are rolling back as his hips jut helplessly into the body above him. "It...makes you do such amazing things..."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Hyuuga says, and squeezes just so, so Kagami's coming with an agonizing, drawn-out version of his name. He jerks on his own cock a couple times and he's arching too, mouth open, exhaling so loud as the blood thunders in his ears. Kagami's hands are gentle as they bring him down to lay beside him.
They're close enough to kiss, so they do so. It's calm and lazy, and Hyuuga can feel himself falling asleep where he is right now. "How was that, sempai," Kagami asks in the last second, and he barely manages to keep himself awake long enough to reply.
"Ten," he mutters, meaning ten out of ten, but can't get the rest out before his eyes shut for good.
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