Akashi Seijuurou/Aomine Daiki, Kuroko no basket tags: suggestive language? wordcount: 571 vampire au
Seijuurou is staring up at him, standing in the middle of his offensively large and minimalist bedroom, the slightest of frowns marring the usual perfect, serene smoothness of his forehead. Distracted from thoughts of what he could steal out of Seijuurou’s offensively large fridge as a post-practice snack by the expression, Daiki cocks an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“This doesn’t… bother you? At all?” Daiki sighs, scratching his nose before putting his hands on his hips, staring down at Seijuurou like he’s asked Daiki to explain why he likes boobs again.
“No offense, Sei, but I was pretty sure you were a vampire anyway, even before I found out that you. You know. Actually are one.” The frown line creases deeper, and Seijuurou opens his mouth, taking a breath, and then closes it again silently. Daiki waits it out while he figures out what he wants to say.
“…I think I probably should be offended by that, actually,” is what he finally comes up with, staring sort of blankly at Daiki’s shirt like it will help him decipher how exactly he’s been insulted. Daiki gives him another second, then claps him sympathetically on the shoulder.
“Well, whatever. Point is, I don’t give a shit. You’re like, the king of self-control, and I’m probably too big for you to eat, anyway.” At that, Seijuurou’s eyes snap back up to meet his, and Daiki wonders idly if all vampires have red eyes, or if that’s just a Seijuurou thing. A smirk curves the corners of Seijuurou’s lips, though, the kind he gets when he’s about to say something so filthy that it makes even Daiki blush.
“I think we’ve already figured out that that isn't a problem, haven't we? You always underestimate my appetite, Daiki.” There it is. Daiki wheezes a little, feeling the tips of his ears start to burn, and Seijuurou laughs, his shoulder relaxing under Daiki’s hand. It’s worth the embarrassment for that, at least, and when they both quiet down again, Seijuurou is smiling softly at him in the way he’s always had that makes Daiki’s chest feel tight, like terror and hope all wrapped up in one.
“So… You’re really, truly okay with this? You aren't going to see me eating and suddenly realize that I’m a monster?” Daiki shrugs.
“You already said you get blood from your dad’s hospital connections, so it’s not like you’re running around murdering people. And besides, I’ve always known that you’re a monster—it’s not like that’s news. That’s part of why I like you so much, right? You can keep up with me.” He lets his hand slide off Seijuurou’s shoulder, skimming his fingers down his arm until he can catch his wrist, tug it upwards to lace their fingers together. “If anything, I probably have to protect you from yourself more than I have to protect me from you.” He squeezes Seijuurou’s hand, watching him carefully as he processes all of that.
“You… are ridiculous, Aomine Daiki,” he says after a long moment, but he tips his head back to smile up at Daiki, the smile that makes his eyes scrunch up and looks like the sun breaking over the horizon. Daiki thinks about the fact that he spends his life cataloging Seijuurou’s smiles, but then Seijuurou uses their linked hands to tug Daiki down and kiss him, and he has to figure there are worse uses of his time.
Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T
tags: suggestive language?
wordcount: 571
vampire au
Seijuurou is staring up at him, standing in the middle of his offensively large and minimalist bedroom, the slightest of frowns marring the usual perfect, serene smoothness of his forehead. Distracted from thoughts of what he could steal out of Seijuurou’s offensively large fridge as a post-practice snack by the expression, Daiki cocks an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“This doesn’t… bother you? At all?” Daiki sighs, scratching his nose before putting his hands on his hips, staring down at Seijuurou like he’s asked Daiki to explain why he likes boobs again.
“No offense, Sei, but I was pretty sure you were a vampire anyway, even before I found out that you. You know. Actually are one.” The frown line creases deeper, and Seijuurou opens his mouth, taking a breath, and then closes it again silently. Daiki waits it out while he figures out what he wants to say.
“…I think I probably should be offended by that, actually,” is what he finally comes up with, staring sort of blankly at Daiki’s shirt like it will help him decipher how exactly he’s been insulted. Daiki gives him another second, then claps him sympathetically on the shoulder.
“Well, whatever. Point is, I don’t give a shit. You’re like, the king of self-control, and I’m probably too big for you to eat, anyway.” At that, Seijuurou’s eyes snap back up to meet his, and Daiki wonders idly if all vampires have red eyes, or if that’s just a Seijuurou thing. A smirk curves the corners of Seijuurou’s lips, though, the kind he gets when he’s about to say something so filthy that it makes even Daiki blush.
“I think we’ve already figured out that that isn't a problem, haven't we? You always underestimate my appetite, Daiki.” There it is. Daiki wheezes a little, feeling the tips of his ears start to burn, and Seijuurou laughs, his shoulder relaxing under Daiki’s hand. It’s worth the embarrassment for that, at least, and when they both quiet down again, Seijuurou is smiling softly at him in the way he’s always had that makes Daiki’s chest feel tight, like terror and hope all wrapped up in one.
“So… You’re really, truly okay with this? You aren't going to see me eating and suddenly realize that I’m a monster?” Daiki shrugs.
“You already said you get blood from your dad’s hospital connections, so it’s not like you’re running around murdering people. And besides, I’ve always known that you’re a monster—it’s not like that’s news. That’s part of why I like you so much, right? You can keep up with me.” He lets his hand slide off Seijuurou’s shoulder, skimming his fingers down his arm until he can catch his wrist, tug it upwards to lace their fingers together. “If anything, I probably have to protect you from yourself more than I have to protect me from you.” He squeezes Seijuurou’s hand, watching him carefully as he processes all of that.
“You… are ridiculous, Aomine Daiki,” he says after a long moment, but he tips his head back to smile up at Daiki, the smile that makes his eyes scrunch up and looks like the sun breaking over the horizon. Daiki thinks about the fact that he spends his life cataloging Seijuurou’s smiles, but then Seijuurou uses their linked hands to tug Daiki down and kiss him, and he has to figure there are worse uses of his time.