Ship:Kuroko/Aomine & Kagami/Kuroko Fandom:Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Square:The truth of the matter is replacing you is so easy Word Count: 405 words
Warnings for infidelity, emotional manipulation, slight sexual content, angst, jealousy and unhealthy relationships. Again.
***
Even their builds are similar. Kagami’s all thick, strong muscle, broad shouldered and tall. When he’s above Kuroko, he blocks out the light, casting his shadow over Kuroko.
Sometimes, if Kuroko lets his eyes half-close, Kagami becomes nothing more than a silhouette that’s so similar to Aomine’s.
*
Aomine presses him down against the bed and bites at his throat.
“No marks,” Kuroko reminds him, fingers curling in Aomine’s hair to tug his head down lower. The locker room showers means that any mark at all will be noticed, even if it’s normally covered by clothing but worse than that is the fact that marks are bruises.
Marks hurt and make Kuroko less adept at basketball. He can’t afford to give up even the slightest edge.
(He won’t have them find out via seeing the marks someone else left on him.)
*
Kuroko bites at Kagami’s shoulder and sucks fiercely, his hands spanned out over one of Kagami’s thick thighs. Kagami’s such a good player that a few bruises won’t make any difference and Kuroko likes seeing them when the thin straps of the jersey slip aside.
Kagami’s tanned and Daiki’s brown, so neither of them mark too easily. Kuroko has to work at it to leave his marks on his boys, the oval circles of ownership that flash obscenely when they launch themselves into the air for those beautiful shots.
*
Before the Seirin vs. Touou match, Kuroko takes care not to mark either of them. He considered marking them both, leaving matching marks on their throat, but it’s not worth it. Not yet.
He needs to know who wins first. He needs to prove that Aomine was wrong.
*
Aomine wins.
Kuroko spends the night in Kagami’s bed.
*
“I told you he’s too weak,” Aomine says, smugly satisfied, and rolls his hips slow and hard the way Kuroko likes it. “Even you couldn’t fix that.
“I will,” Kuroko says, the raggedness of his voice not detracting from the confidence. “Even you weren’t at this level when you started out. Kagami-kun will also improve.”
Kuroko arches, his next words delayed, and then locks his gaze onto Aomine’s hazy, pleasure-darkened eyes. “I’ll make sure of it.”
*
Come back to me. Come back to me!
And so the fisherman baited his hook not with a worm but a shark and threw it into the depths, waiting to see what would rise to fight for its territory.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, B1 T
Fandom:Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square:The truth of the matter is replacing you is so easy
Word Count: 405 words
Warnings for infidelity, emotional manipulation, slight sexual content, angst, jealousy and unhealthy relationships. Again.
***
Even their builds are similar. Kagami’s all thick, strong muscle, broad shouldered and tall. When he’s above Kuroko, he blocks out the light, casting his shadow over Kuroko.
Sometimes, if Kuroko lets his eyes half-close, Kagami becomes nothing more than a silhouette that’s so similar to Aomine’s.
*
Aomine presses him down against the bed and bites at his throat.
“No marks,” Kuroko reminds him, fingers curling in Aomine’s hair to tug his head down lower. The locker room showers means that any mark at all will be noticed, even if it’s normally covered by clothing but worse than that is the fact that marks are bruises.
Marks hurt and make Kuroko less adept at basketball. He can’t afford to give up even the slightest edge.
(He won’t have them find out via seeing the marks someone else left on him.)
*
Kuroko bites at Kagami’s shoulder and sucks fiercely, his hands spanned out over one of Kagami’s thick thighs. Kagami’s such a good player that a few bruises won’t make any difference and Kuroko likes seeing them when the thin straps of the jersey slip aside.
Kagami’s tanned and Daiki’s brown, so neither of them mark too easily. Kuroko has to work at it to leave his marks on his boys, the oval circles of ownership that flash obscenely when they launch themselves into the air for those beautiful shots.
*
Before the Seirin vs. Touou match, Kuroko takes care not to mark either of them. He considered marking them both, leaving matching marks on their throat, but it’s not worth it. Not yet.
He needs to know who wins first. He needs to prove that Aomine was wrong.
*
Aomine wins.
Kuroko spends the night in Kagami’s bed.
*
“I told you he’s too weak,” Aomine says, smugly satisfied, and rolls his hips slow and hard the way Kuroko likes it. “Even you couldn’t fix that.
“I will,” Kuroko says, the raggedness of his voice not detracting from the confidence. “Even you weren’t at this level when you started out. Kagami-kun will also improve.”
Kuroko arches, his next words delayed, and then locks his gaze onto Aomine’s hazy, pleasure-darkened eyes. “I’ll make sure of it.”
*
Come back to me. Come back to me!
And so the fisherman baited his hook not with a worm but a shark and threw it into the depths, waiting to see what would rise to fight for its territory.