In seven years' time, in which Kiyoshi is a physiotherapist, and Murasakibara bakes cakes and plates them delicately as he can, fondant daisies and all.
‘It’s you,’ Kiyoshi says, not sounding surprised in the least.
Murasakibara raises his head lazily. 'You knew that when you invited me here me last night.’ Kiyoshi laughs, eyes crinkling, and falls back into bed. It’s too early for either of them to be awake. Murasakibara doesn’t open his café until eleven, and Kiyoshi’s first patient for the day is only at three in the afternoon.
They’ve got time.
It’s five in the morning. Murasakibara’s back is littered with red marks, and Kiyoshi’s hips are sore enough to have him secretly thankful he won’t be meeting Hyuuga for some street ball anytime today. Or tomorrow, for that matter.
'This mark is mine,’ Kiyoshi says softly, dragging a finger along a particularly vicious scratch along Murasakibara’s shoulder.
Atsushi sighs, muffled by the pillow. 'They’re all yours.’ Sunlight on the leaves outside Kiyoshi’s window dapples his strong back, firm and tanned and mouthwateringly broad.
'What were you doing at that bar last night?’ Kiyoshi asks. 'I’m a regular there, and it’s not the sort of place people just go into. Out of the way, you know?’
Murasakibara snorts. 'It was the closest place with alcohol. I went in for a drink after Murochin finally introduced me to his boyfriend. Nijimura.’
'Oh,’ Kiyoshi says softly. There’s a pause as Murasakibara turns over in bed, hair fanning across the pillow. He’s beautiful, Kiyoshi realises. From the strong line of his neck down to his chest. Wholly, painfully beautiful.
'Do you want to hear my side of the story?’ Kiyoshi asks.
Murasakibara eyes him lazily. 'Sure.’
'I’ve been looking for you for a while,’ Kiyoshi says. 'I felt like I had to see you again. Do you know what I mean?’
Atsushi thinks of the tugging in his heart when Himuro is near, and shakes his head.
‘That’s alright,’ Kiyoshi says, and smiles into the distance. His eyes are faraway, and Murasakibara doesn't want to be here. He sinks deeper into the bed. Kiyoshi strokes Murasakibara's hair like he would a lover, settling down to go back to sleep. ‘I’ll see you when I wake.’
But when he does come back to the land of the living, near noon, there’s nothing left of Murasakibara save for the ache in his hips and a strand of hair curling around his fingers.
There are problems that come with courting an omega. Kagami has heard more than his fair share of complaints from fellow alphas before, so he's not entirely oblivious to the fact that there might be roadblocks on his way to winning over Kuroko's heart. But that's not the problem here. Kagami has made zero headway, and a fact he can't ignore is this.
It's that he has no idea how to start.
The only couple he can think of in the basketball team that has any semblance of being stable and committed is Mitobe and Koganei, but asking Mitobe would mean asking Koganei, and that would mean exposure of The Plan. So Kagami bites his tongue and calls Alex up, praying that she doesn't answer.
Because fate doesn't fancy him half as much as the Zone does, Alex picks up the phone.
'I need advice,' Kagami says.
Alex squeals at the news, and lets loose a torrent of information that has Kagami blushing at the thought.
‘What-- there’s no sex yet!’ Yet, Kagami’s brain repeats, and he’s faced with the image of Kuroko on all fours before him, presenting himself to Kagami. He can see the glisten of Kuroko’s slick between the cheeks of his ass, wet enough that the insides of his thighs shine when the light catches them. Wet for Kagami.
Alex is very insistent that food is an important part of courtship. ‘Couples share meals,’ she says wisely, knowing full well that Kagami and Kuroko share post-training meals at Maji Burger. ‘Couples, Taiga! Couples!’
‘I hate you,’ Kagami mumbles. He can’t focus on anything but the thought of gripping Kuroko’s hips and fucking him into the bed, claiming him. Knotting him, watching Kuroko come as Kagami’s knot swells up inside, locking them together.
Alex laughs over the line, sharp and tinny and knowing. ‘Ask Tatsuya if you have to,’ she says. ‘You’re not the only one who’s found his first spring.’ She hangs up then, leaving Kagami to think.
But first, he puts the phone down, and heads to the bathroom to rub one out.
In which Kuroko is an omega, and Kagami is an alpha, and things progress as they are wont to do.
‘Suppressants,’ Kuroko says to the man behind the counter. 'Please.’
There are no omegas playing first string in Seirin besides Kuroko. Hyuuga is a reliable beta, steady as a rock and unshakeable. Kiyoshi is an alpha, and Izuki is a beta who makes it through life listening to people groan at his puns.
Coach is an alpha. This doesn’t surprise anyone, but Kuroko sees the way her eyes soften when she looks at Hyuuga.
Kagami is an alpha, and to Kuroko’s nose he is shameless, giving off pheromones without any thought for others. He can pick up on Kagami’s changes in mood without paying particular attention, no matter where they are. In class, a single whiff can tell Kuroko if Kagami is feeling sleepy, and on the court the stench only intensifies with sweat.
Koganei, a fellow omega, slaps Kuroko on the back and comes in close, eyes darting. Kagami is wiping his sweat on the other end of the bench, scrubbing his face with the towel vigorously.
'Is he always like this?’ Koganei asks quietly.
Kuroko nods. 'In class, too.’
Koganei has been marked by Mitobe, delicate omega-scent touched over by alpha. Kuroko sees the way they interact and wonders when Koganei will realise that Mitobe is staking a claim.
+
'When is Kurokocchi going to present?’ Kise whines. 'I wanna claim you~!’
Aomine raises his eyebrows but says nothing. Kuroko sips daintily at his vanilla shake, staring Kise down until he squirms.
'I mean it,’ Kise adds, pouting. 'I’m a great alpha.’
Aomine snorts. 'For all you know, Tetsu is going to just be a beta forever.’
'He can still be mine even then,’ Kise says amiably, but Kuroko sees the way his nostrils flare when he looks at Aomine. 'It would be nice, don’t you think, Kurokocchi?’
The look Aomine gives Kise is enough to shut him up. It’s half-furious and disbelieving, and Kuroko knows Kise’s been suspiciously uncontactable during Aomine’s last heat. He doesn’t understand what all this beating around the bush is for.
Aomine pulls a gravure magazine out from his bag, and flips it open to Horikita Mai-chan. The swell of her breasts under the tight swimsuit is lovely, of course, but to miss the bulge between her legs would be folly in Aomine’s eyes.
Aomine likes female alphas with big breasts, and every second he spends looking at he magazine is a second Kise gets twitchier and twitchier.
'Aominecchi! Look at me instead!’
Kuroko sighs and looks out of the window.
+
Kuroko pops the little red pills and counts down the days, marking them on the calendar. He stops taking them a month before heat is due to hit.
Every four months, they have a three-day weekend. The schools will empty out Thursday afternoon, and salarymen stand in line at convenience stores for condoms.
Friday, everywhere turns into a ghost town. The weekend passes by slowly, dragging its feet through an empty city. No one is out except for people manning stores in vain. Come Monday everyone is back at work and school, albeit sore and marked all over.
Kuroko has decided to spend this heat weekend actually in heat. First things first, he has to find someone to spend it with. He tells his parents, and then sets about sniffing a partner out.
Pairing: Kise x Aomine
Rating: G
For: moonsterm
Collection: (x)
Summary:
‘I love you,’ Aomine says, and Kise believes him.
He’s dizzy with the knowledge, from the heat of the air they’re sharing, their closeness in a stuffy room with a fan slowly turning overhead.
'I know,’ Kise says, and Aomine grins at him. It’s bright and full of pride, and if Kise squinches up his eyes enough their surroundings blur into a haze, and all he can see is Aomine’s smile.
'A-ah, I have to start my shift in six hours.’ Aomine nuzzles into their clasped hands, hiding his face from Kise’s eyes. 'We should get some sleep. I’ll see you at dinner tonight?’
Kise shifts closer to hook his chin over the top of Aomine’s head. They like this position better than others–Aomine can feel the vibrations of Kise’s words through his throat, and Kise’s toes slide their way up and down the front Aomine’s calves seductively. An inch of height between them, and barely enough space to breathe.
'We’re going to Kurokocchi’s tonight,’ Kise reminds him. 'Kagamicchi is going to make o-chazuke.’ He moves, craning his neck so he can kiss the top of Aomine’s head. That’s where you’ll go bald in future, Kise thinks to himself, and smiles at the thought of the two of them growing old together.
Aomine grumbles. 'He’s too good at cooking, it’s unnatural. I bet he YouTubes recipes in his spare time and then pretends not to. Claims all the credit for himself. Do you think Tetsu can help me spy on him?’
'You’re just jealous because I said his Christmas cake was good,’ Kise yawns. 'I have a shoot at ten, and if I have eyebags I’m going to punch you, Aominecchi.’
Aomine snickers. 'Not if I punch you first. If I can’t walk later today it’s all your fault.’
'I’m only returning the favour from last week,’ Kise points out. 'Okay, shhh! Goodnight.’ When Aomine shifts restlessly Kise slithers back down to face him in the bed, and pecks him firmly on the lips to shut him up.
--
first in a series, i guess ;v; written after moony said they loved aokise, bc i wanted to show them my loveeeeee
s/o to lexy for bringing me on the knb train to hell
s/o to fira for accompanying me on this trainwreck
There’s someone perched precariously on top of the school gate, fast asleep. Kagami clears his throat until the stranger wakes up and looks around blearily, blinking the sleep from his eyes.
‘Oh. I can help you out there,’ the boy says, and hops off. He’s a head shorter than Kagami, and tries to lift him into the air.
It doesn’t work out.
‘What-- you’re an idiot! Let me do this!’ Kagami lifts him up by the waist, helping him over the gate and climbing over himself. It’s a beautiful day, and-- wait, is he asleep again?!
‘Wake up!’ Kagami says, and shakes him by the shoulders.
Pairing: Kagami x Kuroko
Rating: G
Collection: (x)
Prompt:
“mY CHIPS WOULDN’T COME OUT THE VENDING MACHINE AND I GOT MAD AND TRIED TO GRAB IT BUT NOW MY HAND’S STUCK AND PLS STOP LAUGHING AT ME THIS IS V SERIOUS IM GOIG TO CRy” au
‘Do you know what makes an awkward silence awkward?’ Kagami asks. There’s a long pause after that, and if Himuro could roll his eyes any harder they would perform a complete rotation and he would be able to look inside his own head.
‘No, Kagami,’ he says.
Kagami looks concerned. ‘Oh. Well, I have a story to tell.’
+
‘This is the first and the last time you steal from me,’ Kagami says to the vending machine. It stares back at him apathetically, the snack unapologetically stuck between the glass and the row of snacks behind it. He bashes the side of the machine, but the snack hardly wobbles.
The truth is, no one comes to this part of the school much. It’s old, lectures are held in the newer wing of the campus, and this place is draughty. But the vending machine’s prices are lower than those elsewhere, and Kagami doesn’t mind coming here for them.
Now, his decision mocks him in stoic silence. Kagami sits on the ground and tests sticking his hand in the slot. Even then he’s a little too tall, so he slides lower into an awkward half-sitting half-lying down position that probably isn’t a good pose to be in for long. He wiggles his arm into the slot and up into the machine.
‘... I’m stuck.’
He can barely brush against the packaging of the snack with his fingers. The hallway is completely deserted, and Kagami wonders if this is how he’s going to die. Wrestling with man’s natural enemy for (cheap) sustenance. He stays there alone for (he guesses) fifteen minutes, arm getting sore.
‘Do you need help?’
Kagami yelps in surprise, twisting in the direction of the voice. ‘Wh-Who said that?!’ There’s a boy who definitely wasn’t there a few seconds ago, and he looks at Kagami like he sees grown men with their arms trapped in vending machines every day.
Please let this person not be an angel of death come to fetch his soul to the next world.
‘The trick is to kick it in the right place,’ the boy explains. He walks over to the side and gives it a light kick right beside the coin slot, and the snack falls neatly into Kagami’s hand.
Kagami grits his teeth. ‘Please get me out of here.’ The boy tugs at his arm and Kagami twists, tugging it out of the gaping maw violently.
‘Thank you.’
‘You’re welcome,’ the boy says placidly. He gives Kagami a little wave and disappears down the corridor. Kagami touches the place where the boy had held onto him, and can’t resist a little grin.
+
‘What does this have to do with an awkward silence?’ Himuro asks.
Kagami thinks about it. ‘Okay, but haven’t you felt something since we sat down at this table?’
‘That’s because this is my table.’ The both of them jump in surprise and Kagami’s eyes widen as the boy who saved him seemingly materialises out of thin air, sitting beside Kagami.
Himuro and Kagami stare at him.
‘By the way, my name is Kuroko. See you around.’ He gets up and heads for the door, clutching his vanilla shake.
‘If you’re not asking him out, I’m recruiting him to be a magician’s assistant,’ Himuro says. ‘I have a friend who’s looking.’
Kagami grabs his bag and runs out of the restaurant immediately. ‘Kuroko! Hey! You! Where did you g-- Argh! You scared me!’
Himuro leans back in his chair and sighs.
(At the end of the week, Kagami calls Himuro to tell him that Kuroko Tetsuya, his boyfriend, will be no magician’s assistant.)