Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Word Count: 458 words
Just some pillow talk on love and hate, nothing scary!
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“Do you think you’re even capable of falling in love?” Imayoshi asked idly, brushing Hanamiya’s hair away from his face. Hanamiya’s eyes were half-shut, his face slack with pleasure and his mouth soft. It was a good look on him; instead of a sharpened sword, an embroidered sheath.
“Why do you ask?” Hanamiya’s eyes opened just a little wider and he smiled, lazily amused. “Are you falling for me, senpai?”
“You? I might as well put my heart in a mincer.” The very thought was enough to make Imayoshi laugh as he let his hand slide down over Hanamiya’s jaw so he could thumb at his lower lip.
“How mean.” Hanamiya pretended to sniff, his eyes shining with a glaze of tears. Imayoshi waited, unimpressed by a trick he’d seen too often to fall for, and Hanamiya laughed after a second.
He rolled over, tangling his legs with Imayoshi’s, and blinked the tears away easily.
“And true.” He kissed Imayoshi full on the mouth, hard but quick, and then let his head drop against the pillow again. “Love takes too much work. You have to learn to compromise, to tolerate, to forgive...”
Hanamiya shuddered dramatically, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
“Hate is easier. Hate takes care of itself,” he concluded.
“So are you saying you hate me, Makoto-chan?” Imayoshi smiled, sliding his hand into Hanamiya’s hair. The dark, smooth locks parted easily for his fingers, letting Imayoshi get a good grip on Hanamiya’s hair while seeming only to caress him.
“Tch. Only when you call me Makoto-chan,” Hanamiya replied, letting his eyes close.
Mistake.
Imayoshi used the hold he had on Hanamiya’s hair to jerk him up off the pillow, crashing their mouths together viciously. He bit down hard and then let go, counting on the advantage of surprise to let him get away with it before Hanamiya could bite back.
Wide-eyed and stunned, Hanamiya stared up at him for a few seconds before he started laughing.
“Are you trying to make me hate you, senpai? Because that’s not going to do the trick.”
“No,” Imayoshi said, settling down against the pillow as well. “I would never be fool enough to want you to hate me.”
But he was fool enough to want Hanamiya to feel something for him. Anything that would anchor Hanamiya, that would give Imayoshi a hold over him, would be acceptable. Hanamiya kept himself distanced even during the most intimate of moments; there was a space between them, a No Man’s Land, that was trapped with mines and waiting for one of them to make a move.
Everyone else had a weakness he could exploit. He just wanted to know Hanamiya’s.
FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 458 words
Just some pillow talk on love and hate, nothing scary!
***
“Do you think you’re even capable of falling in love?” Imayoshi asked idly, brushing Hanamiya’s hair away from his face. Hanamiya’s eyes were half-shut, his face slack with pleasure and his mouth soft. It was a good look on him; instead of a sharpened sword, an embroidered sheath.
“Why do you ask?” Hanamiya’s eyes opened just a little wider and he smiled, lazily amused. “Are you falling for me, senpai?”
“You? I might as well put my heart in a mincer.” The very thought was enough to make Imayoshi laugh as he let his hand slide down over Hanamiya’s jaw so he could thumb at his lower lip.
“How mean.” Hanamiya pretended to sniff, his eyes shining with a glaze of tears. Imayoshi waited, unimpressed by a trick he’d seen too often to fall for, and Hanamiya laughed after a second.
He rolled over, tangling his legs with Imayoshi’s, and blinked the tears away easily.
“And true.” He kissed Imayoshi full on the mouth, hard but quick, and then let his head drop against the pillow again. “Love takes too much work. You have to learn to compromise, to tolerate, to forgive...”
Hanamiya shuddered dramatically, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
“Hate is easier. Hate takes care of itself,” he concluded.
“So are you saying you hate me, Makoto-chan?” Imayoshi smiled, sliding his hand into Hanamiya’s hair. The dark, smooth locks parted easily for his fingers, letting Imayoshi get a good grip on Hanamiya’s hair while seeming only to caress him.
“Tch. Only when you call me Makoto-chan,” Hanamiya replied, letting his eyes close.
Mistake.
Imayoshi used the hold he had on Hanamiya’s hair to jerk him up off the pillow, crashing their mouths together viciously. He bit down hard and then let go, counting on the advantage of surprise to let him get away with it before Hanamiya could bite back.
Wide-eyed and stunned, Hanamiya stared up at him for a few seconds before he started laughing.
“Are you trying to make me hate you, senpai? Because that’s not going to do the trick.”
“No,” Imayoshi said, settling down against the pillow as well. “I would never be fool enough to want you to hate me.”
But he was fool enough to want Hanamiya to feel something for him. Anything that would anchor Hanamiya, that would give Imayoshi a hold over him, would be acceptable. Hanamiya kept himself distanced even during the most intimate of moments; there was a space between them, a No Man’s Land, that was trapped with mines and waiting for one of them to make a move.
Everyone else had a weakness he could exploit. He just wanted to know Hanamiya’s.
(He wanted to be Hanamiya’s.)