Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta; Haizaki Shougo/Kise Ryouta; Kuroko no Basuke possession, consent issues; demon!Haizaki word count: 1230
The school is quiet at this time of night. Kise likes it; he likes the fact that there aren't any other students hanging around, so that they can practice in peace. As much as he likes basking in the attention of his fans, there's something to be said about these moments, when he and Kasamatsu are the only two in the gymnasium, practicing until they're both too tired to keep going.
There were more people staying late before the Winter Cup, but now it's over, there aren't any more tournaments for the rest of the school year. There's no real reason for Kasamatsu to even be hanging around this late, when he has university entrance exams to be studying for, when he's technically not even the captain any more.
Kise isn't used to that thought just yet. He hasn't yet come to terms with the fact that soon, Kasamatsu will be gone. There's an ache in his chest that isn't there when he thinks about the other third years graduating, and he knows what it is even if he refuses to give it a name. He thinks that perhaps Kasamatsu knows it too. It explains why they both stay here for as late as they can justify, even if they aren't actually talking about it, or acting on it.
"Kise," Kasamatsu says, panting softly with exhaustion as his drive is stopped for the third time in a row. "I think it's time we called it a night."
Now that Kise actually thinks about it, he realises that he's tired too. He doesn't even have the breath to reply and just nods instead, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. He catches Kasamatsu looking at him for a moment as he pulls his shirt back down. Kasamatsu meets his eyes with a guilty expression, then turns away. Kise thinks that the tips of his ears are turning pink, and turns away as well to hide his smile, to try and stop his heart from racing with hope that maybe tonight . . .
"Let's go," Kasamatsu says softly, and leads the way to the locker room, so they can shower and change.
It's late, and Kise just wants to go home to rest, so he showers quickly. Kasamatsu is still quicker, already changed by the time Kise walks out of the showers. There's something odd about the way he's standing, like he's tense, and he isn't quite looking at Kise.
"Senpai?" he asks, walking past to his own locker.
He wonders if the tension has anything to do with before, with the way that Kise caught him staring. He wonders if they're actually going to talk about it, and he tries not to let himself hope for it, but he's aware that their time together is running short. If they're going to act on this while they still can, now would be the perfect time. Perhaps Kise shouldn't even wait for Kasamatsu at all, he thinks as he pulls his pants on, then his shirt. He could just—
Kasamatsu clears his throat. "Ryouta."
Kise freezes up, glancing over at Kasamatsu. "Did you—?"
Kasamatsu walks closer, his brow furrowed the way it usually is when he's thinking hard about something. He only stops when he's standing right in front of Kise, looking up at him.
"Why don't we just stop wasting time, huh?" He touches Kise's wrist briefly, then lets go. "We both know what we want."
He's imagined this scenario so many times before, but he has no idea what to say. Instead, he just blinks at Kasamatsu, and the first thing he can think of is, "…You called me by my name."
"Yeah."
Kise licks his lips. "Do it again?"
Kasamatsu smiles, the same approving smile that always makes Kise feel warm inside. He leans in, grabbing onto the front of Kise's shirt and tugging him forward, until their faces are closer.
Then, Kasamatsu's grin grows wider, into something that Kise recognises. Something that isn't Kasamatsu. "Ryouta."
"No," Kise gasps, feeling his stomach dropping out. He tries to pull away from Kasamatsu's grip. "Don't. Get away from here. Get out of him."
It's not Kasamatsu at all, he realises.
It's Haizaki.
When people referred to the Generation of Miracles as monsters, most didn't know exactly how right they were. Kise does. He knows that it applies to him. That it applies to Kuroko, to Aomine, to Midorima, to Murasakibara, to Akashi, to Nijimura.
Just as it applies to Haizaki too.
He's a demon, whose power is linked to his ability to steal moves from people. All it takes is for him to steal someone's move; the moment he can get in their head, he makes a path for himself to get into their soul too. He can borrow bodies—no, steal them. Never for long, and he doesn't tend to do it often, because it's draining for him, but just long enough that he can cause trouble when he wants to.
"What's the matter?" Haizaki asks, and it might still be Kasamatsu's voice, but the mockery is all his. "I thought you wanted to kiss your captain. You couldn't stop looking at him when you were on the court together, it was pathetic. You were so happy when you thought he wanted to call you by your name."
"Yeah you do," Haizaki goads. "You want to feel his lips against yours, don't you? You want to know what it's like, for once in your life. Before you lose your chance entirely. This guy's probably not going to make the first move, and you're too worried that he'll reject you, so you're stuck, huh? I'm helping you out here, Ryouta."
"Don't do that," Kise shudders, shaking his head. "Don't say my name in his voice."
If anything, Haizaki only grins wider. "I want you, Ryouta. I think about you all the time. I want to get my hands all over you, I want to—"
"Stop," Kise says, louder this time, pushing Haizaki against the lockers angrily. "Get out. Leave him alone."
Laughing, Haizaki uses the momentum to pull Kise closer, crashing their lips together so hard that it hurts. Kise gasps, trying to pull away, but Haizaki holds him firm, nipping at his lips until he hisses in pain.
"Get out," Kise repeats, muffled against Haizaki's—no, against Kasamatsu's lips. He wrenches himself away, just in time to catch Haizaki's grin and wink, before he's gone, just as suddenly as he came.
In his place, Kasamatsu is left pushed against the lockers, looking dazed, his lips red from their rough kiss earlier. Kise wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling his heart sinking as Kasamatsu blinks at him slowly.
"Kise. What just happened?" he asks, quiet and firm.
Opening and closing his mouth, Kise shakes his head. "You won't believe me."
"Try me."
Kise balls his hands into fists at his sides. Kasamatsu isn't going to believe him no matter what he says. No one's going to believe a story about monsters, about demons, about possession.
He shakes his head harder this time. "I'm sorry, senpai. I have to go."
Picking up his bag, he walks out of the locker room, ignoring the way Kasamatsu calls after him, and refuses to let himself look back.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T
possession, consent issues; demon!Haizaki
word count: 1230
The school is quiet at this time of night. Kise likes it; he likes the fact that there aren't any other students hanging around, so that they can practice in peace. As much as he likes basking in the attention of his fans, there's something to be said about these moments, when he and Kasamatsu are the only two in the gymnasium, practicing until they're both too tired to keep going.
There were more people staying late before the Winter Cup, but now it's over, there aren't any more tournaments for the rest of the school year. There's no real reason for Kasamatsu to even be hanging around this late, when he has university entrance exams to be studying for, when he's technically not even the captain any more.
Kise isn't used to that thought just yet. He hasn't yet come to terms with the fact that soon, Kasamatsu will be gone. There's an ache in his chest that isn't there when he thinks about the other third years graduating, and he knows what it is even if he refuses to give it a name. He thinks that perhaps Kasamatsu knows it too. It explains why they both stay here for as late as they can justify, even if they aren't actually talking about it, or acting on it.
"Kise," Kasamatsu says, panting softly with exhaustion as his drive is stopped for the third time in a row. "I think it's time we called it a night."
Now that Kise actually thinks about it, he realises that he's tired too. He doesn't even have the breath to reply and just nods instead, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. He catches Kasamatsu looking at him for a moment as he pulls his shirt back down. Kasamatsu meets his eyes with a guilty expression, then turns away. Kise thinks that the tips of his ears are turning pink, and turns away as well to hide his smile, to try and stop his heart from racing with hope that maybe tonight . . .
"Let's go," Kasamatsu says softly, and leads the way to the locker room, so they can shower and change.
It's late, and Kise just wants to go home to rest, so he showers quickly. Kasamatsu is still quicker, already changed by the time Kise walks out of the showers. There's something odd about the way he's standing, like he's tense, and he isn't quite looking at Kise.
"Senpai?" he asks, walking past to his own locker.
He wonders if the tension has anything to do with before, with the way that Kise caught him staring. He wonders if they're actually going to talk about it, and he tries not to let himself hope for it, but he's aware that their time together is running short. If they're going to act on this while they still can, now would be the perfect time. Perhaps Kise shouldn't even wait for Kasamatsu at all, he thinks as he pulls his pants on, then his shirt. He could just—
Kasamatsu clears his throat. "Ryouta."
Kise freezes up, glancing over at Kasamatsu. "Did you—?"
Kasamatsu walks closer, his brow furrowed the way it usually is when he's thinking hard about something. He only stops when he's standing right in front of Kise, looking up at him.
"Why don't we just stop wasting time, huh?" He touches Kise's wrist briefly, then lets go. "We both know what we want."
He's imagined this scenario so many times before, but he has no idea what to say. Instead, he just blinks at Kasamatsu, and the first thing he can think of is, "…You called me by my name."
"Yeah."
Kise licks his lips. "Do it again?"
Kasamatsu smiles, the same approving smile that always makes Kise feel warm inside. He leans in, grabbing onto the front of Kise's shirt and tugging him forward, until their faces are closer.
Then, Kasamatsu's grin grows wider, into something that Kise recognises. Something that isn't Kasamatsu. "Ryouta."
"No," Kise gasps, feeling his stomach dropping out. He tries to pull away from Kasamatsu's grip. "Don't. Get away from here. Get out of him."
It's not Kasamatsu at all, he realises.
It's Haizaki.
When people referred to the Generation of Miracles as monsters, most didn't know exactly how right they were. Kise does. He knows that it applies to him. That it applies to Kuroko, to Aomine, to Midorima, to Murasakibara, to Akashi, to Nijimura.
Just as it applies to Haizaki too.
He's a demon, whose power is linked to his ability to steal moves from people. All it takes is for him to steal someone's move; the moment he can get in their head, he makes a path for himself to get into their soul too. He can borrow bodies—no, steal them. Never for long, and he doesn't tend to do it often, because it's draining for him, but just long enough that he can cause trouble when he wants to.
"What's the matter?" Haizaki asks, and it might still be Kasamatsu's voice, but the mockery is all his. "I thought you wanted to kiss your captain. You couldn't stop looking at him when you were on the court together, it was pathetic. You were so happy when you thought he wanted to call you by your name."
"Stop it," Kise mutters, pushing Kasamatsu—no, Haizaki—away. "I don't want this."
"Yeah you do," Haizaki goads. "You want to feel his lips against yours, don't you? You want to know what it's like, for once in your life. Before you lose your chance entirely. This guy's probably not going to make the first move, and you're too worried that he'll reject you, so you're stuck, huh? I'm helping you out here, Ryouta."
"Don't do that," Kise shudders, shaking his head. "Don't say my name in his voice."
If anything, Haizaki only grins wider. "I want you, Ryouta. I think about you all the time. I want to get my hands all over you, I want to—"
"Stop," Kise says, louder this time, pushing Haizaki against the lockers angrily. "Get out. Leave him alone."
Laughing, Haizaki uses the momentum to pull Kise closer, crashing their lips together so hard that it hurts. Kise gasps, trying to pull away, but Haizaki holds him firm, nipping at his lips until he hisses in pain.
"Get out," Kise repeats, muffled against Haizaki's—no, against Kasamatsu's lips. He wrenches himself away, just in time to catch Haizaki's grin and wink, before he's gone, just as suddenly as he came.
In his place, Kasamatsu is left pushed against the lockers, looking dazed, his lips red from their rough kiss earlier. Kise wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling his heart sinking as Kasamatsu blinks at him slowly.
"Kise. What just happened?" he asks, quiet and firm.
Opening and closing his mouth, Kise shakes his head. "You won't believe me."
"Try me."
Kise balls his hands into fists at his sides. Kasamatsu isn't going to believe him no matter what he says. No one's going to believe a story about monsters, about demons, about possession.
He shakes his head harder this time. "I'm sorry, senpai. I have to go."
Picking up his bag, he walks out of the locker room, ignoring the way Kasamatsu calls after him, and refuses to let himself look back.