Chapter Text
Prologue
The sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberated throughout the room.
Two figures, both male, one with golden hair that shone like the sun itself and the other with hair a beautiful carmine color that could put blood to shame, lay entwined in a passionate embrace.
The smaller of the two was moaning incoherently, tears leaking from his equally crimson eyes, his whole body flushed in the most erotic of ways, making a beautiful vision as he clutched desperately at the soft white sheets.
The taller male stared, utterly fascinated, by the person beneath him as he brought him closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
The red haired man let out a sharp gasp, and arched against the bed, his entire body becoming as taut as a string. The other man stiffened, and then let out a soft sigh, before collapsing on top of the smaller of the two.
He opened bleary eyes to stare at the red haired male catching his breath with his eyes still closed. He smiled fondly at the other, a wave of affection overtaking his entire being.
"I love you, Akashicchi," the words were soft, spoken unconsciously and without hesitation.
Red eyes flew open to stare at the man above him in complete shock.
//
"Akashicchi, let's fuck," was how it all began.
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Part One
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Their first time is an accident.
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Akashi stared at the conversing men in front of him, boredom making his brain feel sluggish. He was 25, and had attended these parties since he'd been able to walk, but he still hadn't gotten over the shallowness of these business luncheons, and the inevitable gossip that followed.
The fact that grown men gossiped like high school girls was probably something that he could never get over.
His disinterested stare swept over the room, looking for something, anything that could stop the rapid degeneration of his brain cells from the mere proximity of such irritating behaviour.
Sharp red eyes caught sight of brilliant golden hair, and for a minute his heart stopped. The sight of that familiar blond roused an unexpected sense of longing in him.
Kise was not his first choice of companion, but he was a treasured friend, a cherished person in Akashi's life, and seeing him made him fee a little less alone in this crowd of strangers.
He walked up to him.
"Kise," he said, and he saw the way the blond brightened up at his words.
"Akashicchi!" he crowed in delight, and slung a hand over his shoulders. Akashi's body responded to the touch almost embarrassingly quickly, and he was reminded that it had been far too long it had been since he had had actual physical contact with another human being.
He didn't shrug off the arm, though.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Kise," he gave a small, but genuine smile to the other man and Kise swooned.
"Oh no, Akashicchi, don't smile! It's too bright, ah my eyes!"
Akashi laughed.
"I'm the brand ambassador of the new airline of one your shareholders. I just have to show my face for a few minutes, then I'll be off. This type of party isn't my thing, after all," Kise told him.
"Oh, then what is your type of party?" Akashi asked the blonde, who suddenly grinned mischievously.
"Well, I'm going to one of my type of parties after this, and Akashicchi is welcome to come with me," Kise winked at Akashi.
Akashi mulled over the suggestion for a few minutes. He could certainly take a break from all of this stuffiness, and surely Kise would be keeping him company so it probably wouldn't be all that horrible.
He nodded at Kise, who looked surprised for a minute, like he hadn't expected Akashi to actually accept his invitation. Akashi couldn't blame him, after all, Akashi was notorious for declining the any and all invitations to the 'annual Kiseki meet-up' as Momoi had dubbed it.
It wasn't that he didn't want to meet his friends, but he just couldn't manage to find the time to. His company was going through a transition, and his presence was utmost necessary.
Akashi left with Kise after an hour, taking care to bid farewell to all of the bigwigs. A few shot questioning glances at Kise, but a discreet glare quelled further probing.
--
Akashi expected something completely different when Kise told him about his type of parties.
He certainly didn't expect a classy yet causal get-together sort of thing, where everyone seemed to genuinely know and like each other.
Kise swept across the room like the wind itself, looking every bit the charming actor that he was. Akashi stayed close by, for the first time deferring to someone else in matters of social niceties, and it felt strangely good not having to lead for once.
Around thirty minutes into the party, Kise offered some rushed explanation of having to meet up with a famous director, and he left Akashi standing by the bar alone, but feeling quite contented.
Akashi took a small sip of his wine and slightly winced at the taste. He had never gotten used to the taste of alcohol even though attending parties had become second nature. He preferred the delicate taste of tea, thank you very much.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft laugh.
Three pretty ladies stood in front of him, smiling at him.
He smiled back automatically, used to being polite at social encounters, and they decided to take it as invitation to chat him up.
The conversation could be hardly described as intellectually stimulating, but it wasn't just mindless gossip either.
He guessed they were trying to pick him up, and while he felt slightly flattered, he wasn't very interested in covering up a scandal right now.
"My treat," the pretty brunette gave him a sultry smile as she pushed an electric green colored drink into his hands.
He took a cautious sip before biting his tongue from the taste.
The girls laughed.
"Oh my God, Akashi-kun, that is so cute!"
Akashi sighed. He supposed he had reached his level of tolerance for the day. He could hardly deal with the bunch of giggling hyenas they resembled, thanks to the copious amount of alcohol they'd consumed.
He wondered where that Kise was.
As if summoned by his thoughts, he spotted Kise waving at him enthusiastically as he walked towards the bar. Akashi supposed the meeting had gone well.
Kise bounced up to him (there was no other way to describe the sheer exuberance of his gait) and smiled brightly.
"Akashicchi! I got the deal!"
Akashi smiled softly. "That's great news, Kise."
"Yeah, it's excellent alright. We need to celebrate!"
Akashi shot a sideways glance at the three girls who'd been talking to him before Kise arrived only to find them staring at Kise with something approaching awe.
Akashi suppressed a grin. It was indeed quite different to not be the one fawned over. Quite a nice change, he'd say.
Kise, who remained as obliviously blissful as he usually was, ordered two shots of vodka. Akashi's head shot up in alarm.
Kise waved his hands placatingly, and assured him it would be only one shot.
One turned into three turned into five.
//
Lips met almost desperately, as they scrambled to divest the other of their clothes.
Akashi's tie came off along with his shirt.
Kiss.
Kise shrugged off his shirt without breaking his lips from Akashi's.
Bite.
Akashi lay on his back and pulled Kise forward as they kissed as if their life depended on it.
Lick.
Kise began placing open-mouthed kisses on Akashi's pale neck, relishing in the way the smaller boy squirmed beneath him.
Gasp.
Akashi hooked his legs around Kise's waist and arched forward.
Moan.
Kise stared at Akashi, breathing heavily. His mind was clouded, with both alcohol and lust, and he wanted nothing more than for his ache to be relieved.
Akashi threw his arms around Kise's shoulders, and they both simultaneously moaned as their bare chests came in contact.
Kise pulled away from the tantalising heat and shut his eyes, trying to clear his mind, which had reverted back to its primal instincts.
Mark. Claim. Mine.
This was Akashi underneath him, not some random stranger. Hell, he didn't even know Akashi swung that way! And judging by the way Akashi's beautiful red eyes had been blown wide even before they had stumbled into this bedroom making out like teenagers, he was most likely drunk out of his mind.
Who knew the great, perfect, all-knowing Akashi Seijuurou was actually a lightweight?
Kise almost snorted with the absurdity of the statement, which quickly turned into a breathless whine that spilled from his lips almost involuntarily, when Akashi cupped his erection through his jeans.
"Pay attention to me," Akashi whispered in his ear, and Kise bit his lip hard.
Who also knew that the great, perfect, all-knowing Akashi Seijuurou was so hot in bed?
Actually, Kise suspected there wasn't an area that Akashi was lacking in (except for his bite sized height) but it was hardly fair the way Akashi was almost illegally good with his tongue.
Kise moaned softly, and tried to collect his thoughts, which was very difficult when the Akashi Seijuurou was in the middle of giving him a very bold hickey.
Akashi was quite drunk, and hence was out of control of his faculties. It wouldn't be fair to do this to him when he was quite obviously not in his right mind.
Kise, who was very much in control of his own mind, should be the one to stop it.
He imagined the Akashi protection squad threatening him with pitchforks and fire and immediately sat up.
It certainly wouldn't be very nice if Midorima gave him the safe sex speech, or if Murasakibara crushed him (quite a real possibility) for what he did to Aka-chin, or the girly senpai from Rakuzan who would- actually Kise didn't know what he would do, but he was confident that the guy would react the strongest of them all, for defiling his precious Sei-chan.
Kuroko would judge silently him over his vanilla milkshake, and that invisible Rakuzan senpai would pretend he didn't care, except he'd probably judge him just as much as Kuroko would.
He didn't even want to think about what Nijimura-senpai would do to him.
With that, he pushed Akashi off, the buzz of the alcohol completely leaving his veins.
"Akashicchi, we shouldn't be doing this," he said, feeling uncertain even though he was the one who decided not to continue.
Akashi immediately stopped working his way down Kise's abs.
Kise turned away from the beautiful redhead, trying not to give into his base desires, because really, he wasn't sixteen. He could keep it in his pants.
He didn't need Akashi to satisfy him, he'd be perfectly fine picking a girl off the party that was still going on in full swing in the floor below him.
He turned to search for his shirt, when he spotted Akashi laying on the bed, half naked, and sucking on his own fingers.
Kise choked on his breath.
"Akashicchi, what are you doing?" The words came out too breathless for his liking, but what was Akashi doing being so utterly seductive?
It was so unfair.
Kise hadn't had the singlest ounce of attraction to Akashi before this day, and now he desperately wanted to see his cock stretching those pretty lips wide-
He felt himself harden.
Screw this. He was going to get laid today, Akashi protection squad be damned.
"Akashicchi, let's fuck."
Akashi's smug grin as he sank into the bed should have made him sigh that he'd played right into the devious redhead's hands, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.
--
They slept off afterward, the pleasure and exhaustion catching up to them.
--
He woke up to see pretty lips stretched on his cock, and cat-like irises glinting at him in the dark, and the pleasure shooting up his spine assured him it wasn't a dream, and very much reality.
They had sex again, this time positions switched, and Kise found out that Akashi would probably make the ultimate seke.
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Their first time is an accident, though neither of them regret it.
//
The second time it happens, it isn't an accident, but it shouldn't have happened anyway.
--
Kise was dressed in best, because the Akashi Corps expected only the very best, and any parties they held would make no exception.
He hadn't seen Akashi after the mind-blowing sex they had, but he wasn't stupid.
He knew the risks, Akashi was an heir to a prominent company, and he, himself, would be shunned in the entertainment industry if anybody knew of his sexual orientation.
He had actually gotten over it. Sure, the sex was amazing, and Akashi was like the best lay he'd ever had, (trust Akashi to be literally the best at anything he did) but it wasn't like that Kise was desperate for it or anything.
Contrary to popular opinion, Kise could actually be pretty practical when he wanted. He recognised the event for it was, a one-night stand, one that would never ever be repeated again.
He tightened his tie, and checked his appearance one last time in the mirror before exiting.
--
The hotel in which the Akashi Corps were conducting the party was huge, lavish, and completely unnecessary.
Kise, having been brought up in a simple middle-class family before shooting to stardom, had always hated these shows of wealth.
It made him feel uncomfortable, out of place.
Though nothing ever showed on his face, which was stretched into a happy grin, complete with sparkling eyes. He involuntarily searched for that familiar mop of red hair, before realising what he was doing and desisted.
The evening went by without him catching even a glimpse of the person he wanted to.
--
"Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for gathering here, at this fine occasion. As we all-"
Kise tuned out the rest of the speech by the man, who was most likely Akashi's father. He had the same sharp cheekbones and intense gaze, though Akashi's face structure was a lot more delicate.
The man didn't have Akashi's vibrant red hair or eyes, and Kise wondered if Akashi had inherited them from his mother.
"- my son Akashi Seijuurou will be taking over for me -"
The words made all his thoughts come crashing down to a halt. And there, on the stage, stood Akashi looking politely bewildered by everything.
--
He recalled Akashi's drunken rambles about wanting to run away from home and become a shogi player, but now seeing him standing on the stage with burden of his father's company over his shoulders, Kise could not help but feel sad for Akashi.
--
Kise purposely hung around, not to congratulate, but just to see if Akashi was okay.
He didn't look very okay, shaking hands with the swarm of adoring people surrounding him, all of them offering him various words of congratulations, giving them politely practiced smiles, though his eyes, his eyes looked lost.
Kise just felt sick to his stomach.
It was the way he'd always looked at Teiko, after Nijimura had resigned, looking completely in control, yet also as if his world was completely crumbling down and he didn't know what to do to make it stop.
He hated the man who stood by Akashi's side, his eyes coldly calculating, staying behind the shadows, yet orchestrating Akashi's entire life, like a puppet master with his strings.
It wasn't how a father was supposed to treat his only son.
He found it hard to digest that Akashi of all people, was taking this lying down.
The whole affair was absolutely disgusting.
So when it was his turn to shake hands with Akashi, he squeezed them ever so slightly. It was the only thing he could for Akashi, with all these cameras around them.
When Akashi's eyes met him though, they lit up with a strange fire.
"Ryouta," he whispered, and Kise then knew.
Akashi's left eye glinted strangely, and everything, from Teiko to Winter Cup, to Akashi himself, seemed to make a little more sense to Kise, who had never been very close to Akashi to begin with.
"I need you to wait for me," Akashi told him, no, commanded him, in that silky-smooth voice of his, and Kise just nodded.
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Their second time is angry sex, though neither of them are angry with the other, just at the world in large.
Neither Kise nor Akashi bring up the matter of Akashi's position, or his many responsibilities or the way his left eye seems to glow yellow.
//
Their third time, is wrong.
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"Akashicchi, we shouldn't be doing this," Kise moaned into Akashi's hair as the other proceeded to leave bite marks against his neck.
"Quiet, Ryouta."
Oh, so it was him.
Kise was never sure which Akashi he was dealing with, since they were both almost the same, though the 'Ore' Akashi had a penchant for hair pulling and the 'Boku' Akashi liked to bite.
But what they were doing now, it was wrong.
Completely, utterly, wrong.
"Akashicchi, your father- he, ahhh, he's just been hospitalised," Kise gasped out, as Akashi performed one of those skillful tongue twists against his nipple.
Akashi lifted his head from Kise's chest, saliva glistening against his red lips.
Kise wanted to kiss him.
"I'm aware. Shut up and pay attention," he told him, as he continued where he'd left off.
And as Kise pulled Akashi by his hair and pressed him forcibly to his lips eliciting a moan from the redhead, he realised that both of them were using the other.
Akashi, to escape from reality, and Kise, for Akashi's body.
--
Their third time is wrong, just how it should be.
//
The fourth time though, changes everything.
--
Kise's phone rang at 3:37 AM according to his bedside clock, and Kise was half tempted to ignore it.
He didn't, though.
It may be an important call, some kind of emergency, he thought groggily as he picked up his phone and cradled it against his ear.
"Hello?" His voice was raspy from sleep, and the slightest bit annoyed.
"Kise?"
Kise's eyes flew wide open in surprise.
That voice, it couldn't be-
"Akashicchi?" His own voice was incredulous - why would Akashi be calling him at 3 in the morning?
"Kise, if it isn't too much trouble, could you come over?"
And unwanted comprehension struck Kise like lightning. This phone call, was a booty call.
Strangely enough, instead of feeling angry, cheapened or resentful, Kise just felt relieved, because this meant that this would be a semi-regular thing from now on.
"I'll be there," Kise said, hanging up and changed out of his night clothes in record time.
He stuffed a pack of condoms in his back pocket for good measure, and it turned out quite useful in the end.
--
Their fourth time is the last time Kise keeps count, because he knows there would be too many to count after this.
--
He is right.
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End Part One
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