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works/997386.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Generation_of_Miracles/Kagami_Taiga, Akashi_Seijuurou/Kagami_Taiga,
      Kagami_Taiga/Kuroko_Tetsuya, Aomine_Daiki/Kagami_Taiga, Kagami_Taiga/Kise
      Ryouta, Kagami_Taiga/Midorima_Shintarou, Kagami_Taiga/Murasakibara
      Atsushi
  Character:
      Kagami_Taiga, Kuroko_Tetsuya, Aomine_Daiki, Murasakibara_Atsushi, Akashi
      Seijuurou, Kise_Ryouta, Midorima_Shintarou
  Additional Tags:
      Polyamory, Underage_Sex, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Threesome, Frottage,
      Obliviousness, Shibari, Light_Bondage, Rope_Bondage, Miscommunication,
      Flirting, Bad_Flirting, Masturbation, Phone_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-09 Words: 7182
****** you're a piece of work (but i'll get it someday) ******
by liveonanon
Summary
     One thing that all the Generation of Miracles all have in common:
     they all want in on Kagami's pants. Sadly for them, Kagami just
     doesn't get it. But it's exactly his obliviousness and lack of shame
     that really pours fuel on the fire...
Notes
     Written for the tumblr kurobasu kink meme prompt here, featuring
     Kagami as a 'natural angel' that doesn't understand that all the
     Kiseki want to get in his pants. After such a long hiatus, I really
     wanted to write something short-ish (haha, I called this short) and
     entertaining. It was refreshing to write something humorous and chock
     full of one of my favorite pairings (everybody/Kagami). Hope you
     enjoy it!
You're a piece of work (but I'll get it someday)
(2013.10.07)
 
It started in a place quite far away from Kagami:
"Naa, Muro-chin. Did you ever fuck Kaga-chin?"
The supervisor watching over the school cafeteria gave a horrified look at
Himuro's admittedly impressive spittake. Murasakibara, true to his lazy-yet-
secretly-ninja reflexes, dodged to the side. Pumpkin soup splashed behind him,
thankfully onto someone's backpack rather than their back.
After ten minutes of groveling, Himuro settled back to his now-cold dinner with
a sigh. "Atsushi-kun," he began, and then abruptly wished Alex was there right
next to him, wordlessly holding out her beer when Kagami showed up pleading for
another sleepover. "Atsushi-kun...why the sudden question?"
A second later Himuro was very glad he hadn't taken that moment to actually
drink something. "Because I wanna fuck him," Murasakibara answered.
Himuro's hand was halfway up to smacking his own forehead before he set it back
down, clenching the edge of the table in an iron grip. "Atsushi-kun, if you
like Taiga, you should go for it," he said finally. Never mind the fact that
you're 600 kilometers away to have a relationship.
Unconcerned, Murasakibara took a long slurp of his soda. "You think I can do
it?"
Himuro gave his underclassman an endearing glance. "You can do anything if you
try, Atsushi-kun."
"That doesn't always work." Both of them remembered the first Yousen vs. Seirin
match morosely. "But this isn't basketball. What about Muro-chin? Did you ever
like Kaga-chin? Did you ever have sex?"
"Atsushi-kun, the last time I saw him before I left America, I was sixteen."
"That would make him fifteen."
"That would make us both minors, Atsushi-kun."
Again, Murasakibara shrugged. "Didn't stop us."
Himuro blinked. That mindblowing fact took a minute to settle in his head.
Fortunately, Murasakibara gave him that minute as Himuro's mind exploded with
images of young boys, all fueled by their hormones, finding a common thread in
each other and tearing off each other's clothes -
- alright, so maybe he was just a tiny bit interested in boys.
But now wasn't the time to get caught up in his own sexual crisis. "I don't
think that's going to work with Taiga," Himuro said, frowning.
"What do you mean?"
Himuro looked at him sympathetically. "Well, Taiga's always had really
impressive control of his baser impulses."
"Like wanting sex?"
"Like wanting....yes, that." Both of them looked to where a particularly
egregious couple was about a centimeter short of holding each other's waists
and kissing like they were drawing their last breath. As it was, the cafeteria
monitor was already glaring at the way they were holding hands and eyefucking
each other. The matching "=GOLDEN PAIR: OISHI + KIKUMARU=" scrawled over their
bookbags in screaming pink marker was a bit much, though.
"Oh." Murasakibara tilted his head. "But I don't want that. I just want to fuck
him."
"Taiga's always channeled his passion into basketball. With great success."
Murasakibara's eyes narrowed. "So you don't think I can do that."
"No, I just think it'll be really, really hard. He doesn't get clues. You have
to...I don't know, tie him down and shove it in his face or something."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew there was going to be
trouble. Murasakibara's eyes narrowed again, but this time thoughtfully. "I can
do that," he said slowly.
"Oh no. No no no no Atsushi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that wait Atsushi --!"
Himuro yelped as he half-jogged to keep up with Murasakibara's long legs as he
strode out of the cafeteria, plans solidifying even as he walked.
Which was why, despite Himuro's best protests and counterarguments, Kagami
found himself tied to a chair during the next school vacation when Murasakibara
made it home to Tokyo.
"Uh...what is this again?"
"Bondage," Murasakibara answered. Hmm, that was strange. He couldn't really
feel any arousal in Kagami's tone, though he was sure to have practiced the
rope-tying extensively on Akashi before he tried Kagami. Man, that favor would
take years to pay off; even if he was sure Akashi had fun by the number of
times he came, Teikou's old captain would never admit to enjoying being in a
submissive position, unless there was something particularly advantageous in
doing so.
"Bondage...like, ropes."
Kagami could be occasionally over-obvious. It was cute. "Uh-huh. Shibari, to be
exact."
"Right. Um, my feet are still kind of free."
That was promising; Kagami was telling him what he wanted. "Do you want them
tied down? Because I can do that."
"....no?"
That was puzzling. Why would he say that if he didn't want it? "I'm really
positive that I can do it. It'll feel good, Kaga-chin." Akashi had liked it
too, the soft, worn rope binding him down to the chair, every squirm making it
clench tighter. Akashi had definitely done a lot of dignified squirming. And
though he was initially put out that Murasakibara was putting so much time and
effort into something (someone) that wasn't him, afterwards he couldn't quite
hide his enthusiasm when they researched together some more.
"Being tied up is supposed to make me feel good?" Uh-oh, that doubtful tone was
worrying. Murasakibara was well aware some people just didn't have the same
kinks. Case in point: Midorima, the control freak.
"We~ell, maybe," Murasakibara hedged.
Kagami digested that for a bit, and then said abruptly, "So, you're going to be
a policeman or something? That overtanned bastard Aomine said he might do that
too, if he can get through the police academy classes without falling asleep
all the time."
What? "I wanna be a cook. Or a baker. Or a patissier. What I really want to be
is one of those people who get to try new flavors of ice cream every day, but I
guess there's not really any classes about how to be a taste-tester."
That dissolved into a twenty-minute discussion of culinary classes, what
schools to go to (and Murasakibara was well aware of Kagami's culinary skills,
both of them excelled above and beyond in that field), pros and cons of going
abroad for cooking school, and troubles with language that may or may not have
to be tackled if they did so. It got to the point where Murasakibara gave up
tying knots altogether and just sat down on another chair as he argued
vehemently that yes, there were a bajillion pastry chefs in Japan, but he was
damned sure he could find something new to offer the Japanese sweets-imbibing
public.
The conversation was broken when Kagami suddenly crowed, "Aha!", and pulled his
right, then his left hand free. "Gotcha!"
"Huh?" Murasakibara looked at the redhead's grinning face.
"Well, I mean, policeman's a good backup plan I guess, but man, you've gotta
work on your knot-tying skills. I mean, that took me less than a half hour, and
once the prisoner gets free, they could hop out of a window or something. Like
in the movies, you know?" Kagami quickly undid all the careful bindings on his
legs. "Dude, these were totally not tied tightly at all. Why would you use
rope, anyway? As far as I know, policemen in every country are supposed to
carry handcuffs."
"You'd like handcuffs?" Murasakibara asked hopefully.
"Well, it would make it harder for a prisoner to get out of," Kagami answered
wrly.
"So you have a jail kink?"
"Kink?" Kagami's head tilted to the side. For someone of his size (though
Murasakibara was still much taller), he was just too precious sometimes.
"You're weird. Like, hammering steel in a broken tailpipe or something?"
Murasakibara sure had felt like hammering something a few minutes ago, but now
he was finally starting to understand just what Himuro meant by his so-called
younger brother's obliviousness. "Um, no?"
"No?" Now Kagami looked even more confused.
Murasakibara thought hard for an explanation. "Like - like what you like in
bed. Kinky. You know."
"...I don't?" Casually Kagami picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
"So hey, I gotta go. I'm meeting that overtanned bastard at the courts in
Nakazaki ward, and if I don't leave now, I'm gonna be late and Kuroko's gonna
have my head."
Desperately Murasakibara cast around for one last ploy. "You're hard," he said.
That much Kagami got, by the way he looked down at his crotch. Unfortunately
for Murasakibara, he didn't seem to really get anything else. "Uh, yeah.
Happens when I concentrate. I mean, look at you - you're hard too. All that
knot-tying took some focus, huh? See ya!"
Murasakibara was still staring at the ropes, wondering what the hell went wrong
as Kagami left his house, whistling.
-------------------
The courts were so hot that Aomine could see the waves shimmer and distort his
sight of anything more than fifty meters away. Next to him, Kuroko seemed dead,
facedown in the only part of the court benches that had shade, trying to soak
up the scant degree of coolness from the metal. Aomine suspected it was in
vain. The back of Kuroko's neck was already burning.
He had thought of a few different ways of approaching the subject ("Subtle,
Dai-chan, subtle! Do you even know what that word means!?" Momoi screeched in
his ear far too often), but in the end he settled on the straightforward blunt
way. Kuroko hated pussyfooting around the subject anyway, especially when it
came to the important stuff.
"Tetsu, I wanna fuck Kagami."
There was a moment of silence, and then Kuroko dragged his chin forward to look
at his ex-partner. "Join the club," he said disheartenedly.
That made Aomine a bit concerned. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, he's just a bit unaware of sex and everything that goes along with
it."
Aomine scoffed. "Dude, he's from America." Kuroko continued to stare at him
unblinkingly. "They're like, super-promiscuous over there, right? Even in
middle school he probably had a half-dozen circle jerks with the rest of his
basketball pals. Probably even with that big brother of his or whatever."
"Himuro-san and Kagami-kun had a serious falling out," Kuroko reminded him.
"Yeah, but before that. I mean, you told me before about Kagami's pictures. You
said he looked freaking cute when he was in middle school! There's no way
someone wouldn't snatch that up!"
"You shouldn't make general statements of sexual depravity when you've never
been there," Kuroko said levelly.
"As if you don't."
"I learned better," Kuroko said slowly. "Kagami-kun told me a lot of what's in
Hollywood movies and such isn't true. At least not for him."
Aomine's spirits sank. "Like the free love shit?"
"Not in Kagami-kun's case, I think. His old mentor Alex was pretty protective
of him, even though she herself wasn't guarded at all with kissing."
"Too bad it didn't pass to Kagami."
"Yes, it is too bad."
Any further talk was stalled as the gate scraped open. "Hey," Kagami called
out, already sounding exhausted. "Sorry I'm late, Murasakibara was in town and
had some sort of weird experiment for me."
"Weird experiment?" Kuroko said in a strange voice. "Was Akashi-kun there?"
"Not that I think so." Kagami shuddered at the memory of Teikou's ex-captain.
"I think I'd know if that freaky guy was around."
"Akashi-kun isn't a freak," Kuroko admonished.
"Yeah alright, he's a really scary dude who's gonna become dictator of the
world someday."
Aomine snickered. "I'm gonna tell him you said that."
"Just watch, he's not gonna deny it." Kagami had stripped off his shirt,
gratefully moaning as he dunked some water of his head and wiped it off.
Aomine couldn't help it, he licked his lips. If Kuroko was his kind of
laviscious, he suspected Seirin's #11 would have done the same. "You're hot,"
he said in his best 'sexual predator' voice (Kise's description, not his). "We
should ditch the court and go somewhere cooler."
Kagami's knee-jerk bolt of surprise in turn surprised Aomine. "What!? Hell no,
I just spent twenty minutes hauling ass from the nearest station to play
basketball in the middle of bumfuck nowhere because it's the only court within
city limits that never has anybody practicing, and you wanna leave already!?"
Kuroko tapped his chin thoughtfully. "It is secluded..." he trailed off. Aomine
shot him a gratifying glance, glad that someone else was on the same page as
him.
"I just think that if you're gonna parade around with your shirt off, you could
do that at home."
Kagami snorted. "You just want more food," he surmised.
While Aomine wasn't going to refute that, it wasn't on the agenda today. Well
alright, that was a lie, maybe later. "Not quite what I had in mind at the
moment." He sauntered forward, his own bare chest gleaming under the sun. He
resisted the urge to flex his pecs; while fun, that would probably just lead to
more manly posturing instead of the hands-on happy hour that he was going for.
Kagami dribbled his ball in a circle idly before shooting. One side of Aomine's
lips kicked up as he heard it swish through the net. Argh, dammit, focus. "I
was thinking of eating something else."
Kagami shot him a humoring look. "Like what?"
A full-on grin as Aomine picked up one of Kagami's hands. "Like you."
Aomine liked hands. He liked how they could be rough or delicate but they were
almost always sensitive somewhere. He especially liked how Kagami's always
smelled good, from all the cooking and baking he did. Today they tasted like
they looked; whatever he had for lunch had to be spicy. He nibbled at the pads
of Kagami's fingers, grinning as Kagami tried to jerk his hand back. Then his
tongue cut between the scissor of Kagami's fingers, sliding up and down before
he bit down on the meat of Kagami's palm.
He chanced a look up, and abruptly let go of Kagami's hand. The redhead had the
strangest look on his face, like suddenly Aomine had started humming classical
music and doing some frilly dance moves in the middle of the concrete before
inviting Kagami to join him. His lips were pursed and his eyes narrowed. His
jaw gritted a little as the cogs in his mind fruitlessly worked to figure out
just what the hell Aomine was doing.
Behind both of them, Kuroko couldn't suppress a snort of laughter. Discreetly
Aomine gave him the finger.
"Aomine, as much as I lo - err, respect, wait not that either - uh, as bro as
we are to each other, I can't really let you eat my hand. I kind of need it in
order to play basketball."
"Can you just fuck off basketball for a minute?" Aomine sighed, exasperated.
Kagami gave him a 'duh' look. "Uh, I'm pretty sure I can say that you don't
want me to fuck off basketball, ever."
"Alright, that is true," Aomine admitted. "But I was talking about this minute
right now. With your hand."
"You biting and licking my hand," Kagami clarified.
"Uh, yeah, that." Now that it had been said out loud, it seemed all so
salacious.
Kagami gave him a long look before rolling his eyes and walking back towards
his bag. "Alright, look, fine, I admit it, you don't have to torture or confuse
me anymore. I was thinking of you when I made it, and how you found out I
brought honey lemons today, I have no idea because I didn't tell anyone." He
brought out a box of - Aomine almost wet his pants in glee - Kagami's
wonderful, gorgeous, sparkling honey lemon slices that beat everyone's,
Sakurai's included, by a long fucking distance.
Aomine lunged for the box, as well as - predictably - Kuroko. They had a brief
tug of war before Kagami sat down in the scant shade between them. Aomine got
honey all over his favorite basketball shorts and he didn't even care. On the
other side of Kagami, Kuroko was popping in slices as soon as they would fit in
his mouth, eyes half-lidded in orgasmic enjoyment.
After the last slice had been regretfully consumed and the honey mixture licked
off the box (Aomine did the honors, saying it was a damn fine waste as Kagami
took pictures on his phone, laughing his ass off; Kuroko looked like he might
fight Aomine for it), Aomine abruptly remembered the conversation that had
gotten completely derailed. Only problem was, now he felt all happy and full of
lemon slices, which made him disinclined to move.
He could still talk, though. "Shit, that was good," he groaned, head clunking
back on the fence.
"Thanks."
"But not as good as you." He leered, but Kagami just laughed.
"Dude, I had Thai curry for lunch, I'm pretty sure I didn't taste like lemon
slices."
"Your underlying flavor made up for it."
Kagami gave him a bemused look. "You mean my sweat? If you like it so much,
hold still and I'll shake my head for you." There was a sparkling film of sweat
at Kagami's hairline.
"Uh, no," Aomine was quick to reply. At close range he would have gotten a
faceful of Kagami's hair if he shook it like a dog. "In uh, small doses. And a
cooler environment."
"Didn't stop you on the court."
That one was just too easy to pass up. "You should know by now, nothing stops
me on the court."
"Not even the boner you're popping right now?" Kagami pointed out bluntly.
How nice of him to notice. "No, not even that. I even went commando this time
for easy access and all that." Fast as lightning, he bit down on Kagami's
shoulder. The redhead jumped, but again he just laughed.
"Funny, that's what Kuroko does too!" Aomine shot a glare at his once-partner.
Kuroko gave him a wide-eyed innocent look in return. "Geez, I wonder if you
Miracles are all gonna turn out to be biters."
"We are," Kuroko and Aomine said as one. Kagami snickered.
"How about we play naked? I mean, as you said there's nobody around for
kilometers. And then you can see how my boner won't stop me from taking what I
want." Ooh, the thought of seeing Kagami in nothing but socks, sneakers and
sweat, giving Aomine the perfect back view of his ass as he dunked - the mental
image made his dick twitch.
Kagami laughed, but then seeing as Aomine wasn't kidding, gave him a strange
look. "Aomine, it's almost forty degrees Celsius right now. Your cock would
totally get sunburned unless you put suntan lotion on it."
And wasn't that the nicest thought ever, Kagami's sizzling-hot fingers rubbing
him all over. "You could do it," Aomine suggested hoarsely.
"Your hands aren't occupied, man. Do it yourself." Oh, but they could be
occupied, if Kagami was sitting in his lap and Aomine could give that pert ass
a nice, lasting double-squeeze.
"But I still think you should keep your pants on. I mean, you never know if
some girl's gonna walk by and faint because she saw your junk swinging all over
the place."
"You think I'm hot?" Aomine pressed.
"...sure?" Kagami looked confused. "But I was more thinking along the lines
that she would probably have a friend because girls never travel by themselves
and that friend would probably call the police and then we'd all get arrested
in public indecency charges."
"We'd probably get off easy because we're minors," Kuroko offered helpfully.
His eyes warned Aomine from taking the one-upmanship any further; though Kagami
was usually a fount of good old common sense on par with Momoi, the two of them
had a love of rivalry that could push past propriety, given the right amount of
incentive.
"Uh, yeah." Kagami looked unsettled at the thought of lawsuits. "Keep your
pants on, geez Aomine, you're gonna turn into a nudist at this rate."
"Yes, since Aomine-kun is always tromping around Kagami-kun's house in boxers,"
Kuroko commented.
"Hey, gotta show off the goods when I can. Cuz, you know, I'm so hot."
"Aomine-kun is an ahou," Kuroko deadpanned.
"Hey!"
"Funny, that's exactly what Kise said when he came over last week. He was also
prancing around nude. Man, can't a guy live his life without seeing other guy's
junk all the time?"
"You're the ace of an all-boys basketball team," Kuroko pointed out.
"Yeah, not exactly the lifestyle choice of a guy who wants to appreciate the
female figure," Aomine added.
"Fuck you, I like basketball, I could just go less with the crazy people
showing up in my house and trying to cuddle me naked. I mean, you I could
understand, you're like me, you don't give a shit. i really expected Kise to
keep his clothes on, since he actually likes clothes. Or Midorima. Or Akashi."
Both Kuroko and Aomine gulped at the thought of Akashi naked. On the very
surface it meant Akashi trusted whomever he was naked in front of
(unsurprising, since Kagami was the least duplicitous person Aomine had ever
met, something that Akashi would have undoubtedly picked up on); on the other
hand, it usually also signaled play. Yet Kagami seemed to have survived through
the ordeal with his virginity intact.
Silently Kuroko and Aomine agreed to let that particular bear lie until they
got more information. Aomine tried to laugh it off. "Yeah uh, you know us,
we're all bros here."
The smile Kagami gave him was entirely too endearing and sweet; it made Aomine
feel like a sinner just thinking about Kagami that way. "Yeah," Kagami said.
"We're, um, bros." His face made it clear that he wasn't sure how Miracle
friendship just fell into his lap out of the blue, but that he was grateful for
it.
And sometimes, quite literally in Kuroko's case. The pale shadow straddled
Kagami's waist in one quick move. He took off his shirt too, tossing it to the
side. Kagami's hands settled automatically on Kuroko's waist.
With a look of Just watch and learn, Aomine-kun, Kuroko scooted forward and
hugged Kagami as hard as he could. Amused, Kagami hugged back. "Koala
impression again, Kuroko?" he asked, voice muffled in Kuroko's shoulder. "If
you like hugging so much, you should go to America. You get tons of hugs from
girls every day, if you make friends with them."
Kuroko bit Kagami's shoulder where Aomine had, just a few minutes before. It
was a surprisingly sexy move. "I only want to hug Kagami-kun."
"Wow, you make me sound like your personal oversized teddy bear."
"Kagami-kun's size is perfect," Kuroko sighed. Enviously Aomine watched as
Kuroko shifted in Kagami's lap for a better perch, bringing their crotches in
close contact.
And then Kuroko really started to shift, jerking up and down in a rhythm that
Aomine recognized well. It was slow at first, and then sped up little by
little. Each stroke was hard and long and Aomine's mouth watered at the want in
Kuroko's eyes. He could push both of them down right now, jerk off against
Kuroko's thigh -
Kuroko reached out, fingernails scraping over a nipple, and Kagami burst out
into raucous laughter at the touch.
"What the - dude stop - Kuroko you know I'm hahahaha - dude seriously! - h-hey
haha humm geez I said stop!" Kagami batted Kuroko's hands away, grinning.
Kuroko had a twitch on the side of his mouth too, which was as good as a full-
blown belly laugh for him. Despite the bumping and grinding, the fond look in
their eyes spoke of some truth deeper than simple physical desire. It made
Aomine feel even more like a heel for his base intentions.
Kuroko slumped onto his 'light' despite the heat. "I love Kagami-kun," he said
softly.
Kagami's laugh was like the rumble of far-off thunder. "Love ya too, Kuroko,"
he muttered back, grinning a silly grin. Aomine tried to be manly and stave off
the gushy feelings the scene made him feel, but it was a moot exercise in the
end. He grinned too.
And then he realized that the roll of the thunder wasn't just his imagination.
He looked up to see the sky had grown rapidly dark with one of Japan's summer
storms. "Uh, guys -" he began.
He didn't get any further as the skies took that moment to open down on them in
buckets and buckets of water. The lightning and rolling thunder did the rest to
send them home packing.
-----------------
"Ugh, shit," was the first thing Kise heard after the door slammed. It was
followed by the sound of a very wet gym bag landing with a watery splat! on the
floor, followed by several more curses.
And then the blond was treated to the marvelous vision of Kagami walking into
his own apartment in nothing but a pair of soaked boxers that did nothing to
hide his impressive package. Even better, the redhead stopped dead at what was
happening on his couch right that moment. Stationary eye candy, yay! "What the
hell are you doing here?" he asked, nonplussed. "I haven't even started dinner
yet."
Kise batted his eyes coquettishly. "What, we can't visit just for the pleasure
of your company, Kagamicchi?"
"Speak for yourself," Midorima retorted, talented fingers kneading a
particularly sore spot. Kise's groan was heartfelt and unfeigned as his hips
shifted into Kagami's couch. He hoped he wouldn't be put to work to clean up
the wet spot that he was currently dribbling on it, though.
Kagami shook his head, already resigned to making dinner for three. Both Kise
and Midorima's eyes followed the sway of Kagami's hips out of sight as he went
to scrounge up some dry clothes. "Heat's making everyone go crazy." Kise
couldn't agree with that more; visions of Kagami, every inch of sun-kissed skin
visible and available to touch, circled through his head like an endless merry-
go-round. Oh, what he would do if tonight's plan went through. Or rather, what
wouldn't he do.
"You want anything in particular?" Kagami yelled.
"Surprise us!" Kise yelled back. Midorima mumbled something about "loud
idiots". His hands never stopped massaging, though.
Kagami poked his head back into the room to (presumably) tell them dinner was
ready when he saw they had switched. "You, massage?" he scoffed. "I would have
thought you were a little too ADHD to concentrate on any activity for that
long."
"So mean," Kise pouted. "Basketball games are long, and I can still concentrate
there. Plus, I like massaging. I like touching other people." He gave Kagami a
sultry look from under his lashes, but as expected it flew right over Kagami's
head. "Why, you wanna try?"
Kagami scratched his head in thought. "Will it take long?"
"That depends on you," Kise said truthfully. "How long do you want it to be?"
Kagami didn't answer, just took off his apron and came to the couch. Eagerly
Kise stripped him of his shirt and sat him down between him and Midorima.
Midorima, still mostly silent until now, grabbed Kagami's shoulders around and
started to massage before Kise could. "Wha - hey! Midorimacchi~i!" Kise whined.
"I wanted to do that!"
"There's lots more to massage," Midorima pointed out.
And boy, was there ever - except until he was sure Kagami wasn't going to kick
him in the face for touching him inappropriately, Kise still had to stick by
the rules. They're more like guidelines anyway - no, no no no bad Kise, he
scolded himself.
"I don't know how to massage legs," Kise admitted sullenly.
"Feet, then. Start with the wet cloth, then oil one foot, put the foot over the
towel..." Kise followed Midorima's instructions doubtfully. Kagami had big feet
- Kise thought briefly to that thing that people said about men with big feet,
noting it was spot-on in Kagami's case - that didn't look differently to Kise
at first, but as he started to massage, he realized he did feel a difference.
Kagami's skin was somewhat moist, probably from the shower he had taken not
long before. His toes seemed stubbier than Kise's in proportion to the rest of
his foot. And he didn't seem to have any problem with letting his foot lean on
Kise's dick.
It still didn't move when Kagami gave his first groan. The second one was
louder and more heartfelt. He shifted his hips but didn't move his foot. His
breathing got heavy and as Kise flexed the foot back and forth, bending,
rubbing, digging his fingers into the muscles, Kagami's moans turned into
whimpers.
"God, you guys," he whispered. His head was leaning against Midorima's
shoulder, and Midorima's hands had migrated to Kagami's biceps at some point.
It was less than a massage and more like a shameless excuse to touch Kagami, it
seemed. Aware of Kise's eyes, Midorima began to massage Kagami's shoulders
again, making Kagami's breath drag as he added, "Oh shit, I'm usually ticklish
everywhere but you guys - your hands -"
"You like that, Kagamicchi?" Kise purred.
The foot shifted against Kise's cock, curling the arch on top of it. Kise
thought it was on purpose for a moment before it straightened again. Seeing the
toes flex made the blood pound in Kise's head; the urge to rub against Kagami's
foot was so strong Kise barely tamped it down. He was relieved and disappointed
that he was still in his boxers; if Kagami had arrived just ten minutes later,
he and Midorima probably would have gotten it on to the point that they were
both buck-naked.
Speaking of... "Wha - what's with all of you guys and being naked, anyway?
Aomine was talking about nudist stuff today."
Midorima and Kise exchanged a look. "Did he tell you he wasn't wearing
underwear?" Kise hazarded.
"Yeah! And he kept threatening to take everything off and play basketball like
that!" Kise could picture it in his head now; threatening probably wasn't the
right word to describe Aomine. Maybe suggesting. Or persistently reminding.
Kagami's ankle twitched as Kise moved on from the foot. Now the blond worked
down from the knee, tucking one of Kagami's legs over his shoulder. His calves
were stiff, hard muscles that twitched under his touch as he made circles with
his thumbs. His hands made slick sounds as they moved slowly, working
inexorably towards the prize.
Kise's breathing deepened too, when he saw how open Kagami was. He hadn't
fought when Kise took up his foot. Hadn't fought when Kise put it in his own
lap. Hadn't fought when Kise and Midorima had spread his legs so that his half-
arousal was obvious from the first second it started developing. The redhead
seemed to be clinging to the back of the couch by sheer willpower alone.
He shared a wordless look with Midorima. Got him right where we want him.
And then three things happened in quick succession: Kagami lost his grip on the
back of the couch and cracked his head against Midorima's jaw; something
started beeping and sizzling in the kitchen; and Kagami's stomach gurgled very
loudly.
"Shit!" Kagami yelped and jumped up. A second later they heard cursing and
muttering from the kitchen. "Oh good, it's not burned. Hey guys! Dinner's
ready!"
It was such a one-eighty turnaround of events that Kise was left a little
blindsided. After a minute though, he crumpled bonelessly against Midorima, who
gave him a commiserating pat. "What the hell," Kise whimpered. "I swear I'm
doing all the right things. I took off my shirt. I showed off my body. I made
myself available whenever he might be interested. If this was one of my fans, I
would have been enthusiastically jumped by now. What the fuck?"
"Obliviousness isn't a crime. And you can come over to my house later,"
Midorima consoled him.
"It should be a freaking crime," Kise muttered back. "I hope you don't mind if
I call out the wrong name tonight."
Midorima would never admit playfulness, but there was definitely an element of
that in the way he slapped Kise's ass in answer.
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"Hello?"
"Taiga. Good evening." Akashi shifted the phone to the other side and lay down
on his futon. The moonlight through the shoji screens were a nice touch, though
he didn't plan it. They were somewhat conductive to the activity at hand.
"Akashi? Uh, hi. Why are you calling me for the fifth night in a row?"
"How are you today?" he asked, sidestepping Kagami's question.
"....I'm fine?"
"What did you eat for dinner?"
"Um, chicken cream stew over rice and vegetable saute?"
"I heard you saw Atsushi today."
A long silence. "Uh, yeah, he had this uh, experiment to show me. It was really
weird," Kagami confessed. "He tied me up with these ropes to this chair but
they weren't tight enough and I got out of them in about thirty minutes. Hey
uh, is he doing the same thing as Aomine? Going into the police academy after
school?"
"No," Akashi said blandly. It was testament to his self-control that his voice
kept cool even though his brain was wildly spinning with Atsushi? Policeman?
But all he'll ever do is eat donuts! "I think he's quite serious about going to
cooking school. I also think he hopes you'll go with him."
"Naw, I like basketball. More than cooking, at any rate, though I do like
cooking for other people. Just people that I do know - hey, speaking of, Kise
and Midorima stopped by for dinner tonight."
"Did they." Akashi willed his breath to stay calm and he couldn't. Instead he
put the mute on for his end and took out his cock quickly.
To the sounds of Kagami talking cheerfully, his hips jerked into his fist. "Oh
yeah, I think Kise found the key under the mat. Heh, that thing's supposed to
be hidden but I guess it's pretty obvious, huh? He and Midorima were massaging
each other when I came in from the downpour on the couch. They got massage oil
everywhere so I made them clean it up after dinner." I bet they did. "Kise also
tried this foot massage thing on me. It felt really good."
Then perhaps one of the other Miracles got lucky after all, Akashi sighed. It
was hard, being attracted to someone over such a far distance with only phone
calls to connect the two of them. Or rather, he was hard. Hard-pressed not
think about Kagami being stupid and innocent and kneeling at his feet in any
matter of submissive fantasies. And then really hard-pressed not to jump on the
bullet train and make all of those dreams come true.
Just once I would want to hear you say it, Akashi thought as his fist moved
faster. Just once in your voice: 'Master Akashi'.
"Akashi?" Kagami's query brought him back to the present. "Um, hello?"
He un-muted the phone. "You've never had a foot massage before?" he asked,
somewhat breathlessly.
"Uh, I haven't had any massages in my life, ever," Kagami replied.
"I'm sure they would be willing to help you out whenever you want." If I can't
get some, then hopefully a friend will.
"Uhh yeah, not sure about that. I don't really know if I like it."
"You don't like massages?" There went one of his fantasies. Oh well, he had
plenty more. "Why not?"
He could almost hear Kagami squirming on the other end. "Well...it made me
feel...weird."
That could be good or bad. "Weird as in good or bad?"
Another long pause. "I don't know?" Kagami said weakly.
"So it made you feel too good," Akashi surmised. Ha, maybe there was some
chance for the massage fantasy after all. Kagami could play the dutiful mafia
bodyguard and then Akashi his 'young master' who wanted to thank his loyal
servant for all of his hard work. And maybe he could bend Kagami over a low
couch - master's prerogative, after all. Yes, bend him over like that for a few
hours. Mentally Akashi gave an approving nod. The fantasy would have a) hot,
submissive Kagami, b) yukatas, and c) maybe truth, someday. He would have to
push harder for Kagami to join the police academy with Aomine; with training,
the two of them could become truly excellent bodyguards-with-benefits.
"I didn't say that!" Kagami squawked.
"You shouldn't hedge, you're very bad at it." Which was cute, considering who
Kagami's 'older brother' was. Or maybe it was because Himuro was such a good
liar that he always covered for his cute 'younger brother' so that Kagami never
had to. "But however it made you feel, I encourage you to explore it further."
"Why?" The doubt and stubborn suspicion made Akashi smile.
"Because things change over time, and you might come to like it." There was a
thought - Kagami, coming. "After all, we're all part of your life now, aren't
we?"
"Yeah." Mixed with the exasperation and grudging fondness, there was a
hesitant, aching vulnerability that Akashi ruthlessly wanted to stamp out.
"You're all my...friends."
It never failed to make Akashi's heart warm when he heard that. "I count you as
one of my few too, Kagami," he answered honestly, if remotely. Despite the
difference in wealth, time, and locations in Kagami's life, he really did
understand. It was a priceless gift that Akashi kept close to his heart, not
showing the depth of his emotions to anyone, not even Kagami.
The words alone seemed to be enough, because Kagami answered with a little huff
of laughter. "I guess, though Kise probably needs some practice, he massaged a
little hard today. Midorima was better, he knows how to use his hands." Akashi
could attest to that. "I saw Aomine and Kuroko too," he added, and once again
Akashi muted himself.
His body strained on the futon as he stroked. "Kuroko's like a koala," Kagami
said. Akashi could feel the bite of familiar loneliness, though Kagami was as
well-adjusted as any of their peers could be; he could sympathize with the lack
of parents around, the aimless way the human brain seemed to go in all
directions without something, someone to focus on.
"He clings to me sometimes, all arms and legs, and I carry him around because
he won't let me go," Kagami continued. "Aomine tried it too when we got to Maji
Burger, but so many people stared that Kuroko made him stop before we all got
kicked out. Plus, that guy is damned heavy. Must be all of that muscle."
He did have plenty of that. He also used it well; Akashi was pretty sure that
hadn't changed. He un-muted again. "Tetsuya is very fond of you," he noted.
"Yeah, he's a good partner - shit."
A pause. "Taiga?"
"Dude, you know you're like the only person outside of Tatsuya that calls me
that in Japan?"
It sounded more like Kagami was hyperaware of that. "Yes, you've said that
before. What's wrong?"
"I, uh, I lost count. I was doing bicep curls like the coach suggested. I'm
wondering if I should put another weight on it."
Akashi had to blink from the dizzy, heady feeling he got when he imagined
Kagami sitting on his couch, weights scattered around him, one hand on the
phone with him and the other flexing his arm, up and down, up and down. A
movement like that would stimulate the whole shoulder; if Kagami was bare-
chested undoubtedly Akashi would see his shoulders, neck, and chest pull too.
He would inhale whenever he brought the weight up, and exhale a number when he
could let it back down. Such control was amenable to Akashi, he could
definitely make great use out of it -
"If you feel like it," Akashi said.
He must have sounded breathy enough for Kagami to be concerned, because his
next question was, "Akashi? Are you alright?"
"Fine. I'm..." Completely turned out because you're so totally unaware.
"...doing some mild exercising myself. Say, what do you think of me, Taiga?"
"You're...scary?"
It was such an earnest answer that Akashi had to bite his lip hard to keep from
laughing aloud. As it was, his lips split into a grin anyway, aimed at the
ceiling. Fool, he thought fondly. But an honest fool you remain. He didn't hold
out for that kind of innocence, though - sooner or later he would get a clue
and the time would be ripe for Akashi and the other Miracles to 'educate' him.
"What's your training menu?" Kagami rattled off torso, arms, shoulders, legs,
abdomen, glutes (and Akashi had to wrench his mind away from what he thought
was probably a desire shared by every Miracle - the urge to squeeze Kagami's
fine ass), and finally, the whole body put together. The analytical part of
Akashi's mind distantly approved; the in-the-moment part of Akashi lusted for
photographic proof.
"Why don't you count out loud? Then you won't lose your place again."
It was easy then, to lose himself in the whisper of Kagami's voice from
kilometers and kilometers away. Better yet, Seirin's jumping ace liked to count
down during muscle training. Once the mute was back on, Akashi could lose
himself freely in the motion of his hands, trailing over his chest and thighs.
It wasn't the first time he had imagined guiding Kagami there, between his
legs, putting one big hand on Akashi's cock, showing him how Akashi liked to be
worked. He would train him well, he would bestow kisses and touches when Kagami
did well, this toy that he never thought he would like or want, yet had gained
access to anyway -
"Seven...six...five -"
His other hand went down to scrape the inside of his legs, leaning upwards as
he did so. "Kagami," he whispered into the empty confines of his room. But it
wasn't empty, because Kagami was still filling it up with his voice, his
numbers.
"Four...three...two..."
His fist was a blur as he readied himself for the plunge, eyes falling shut,
head falling hard against the pillow as his hips strained and his toes bit into
the futon -
"One."
His vision became a blanket field of white and flickers of static milling
around the edges as he came with a shout, so glad that the phone was on mute,
so thankful Kagami couldn't hear him being perverse and lewd and manipulative.
He didn't hear Kagami speaking because his ears rang for a full minute. "Hello?
Akashi? You there? Hello?" Akashi struggled to keep from panting but he felt
wrung out and used and so, so relaxed.
In the end it was too late to regain his cool. With one last, "Huh, he must've
dropped off to sleep or something," the call disconnected. That meant Akashi
was left with the sobering realization of I just jacked off to Taiga's voice
and then the even more sobering thought of And I want more than that.
Well look at that. He might really have a heart after all.
After he had come to terms with the latter part, he cleaned himself up and
saved the entire recorded call to his Cloud drive with the rest of Kagami's
calls. It took him no time at all to fall in a sweet, black, dreamless sleep.
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