Ship: Akashi/Fuji Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: when someone is fever-tripping on poison, is the perfect time to feel them up, clearly Original Work:here by yrindor Word Count: 439
Fuji loses nearly two weeks as his body battles against the herbalist's poisons. Time blurs too, with most of the day an indistinct haze outside of Akashi's daily appearances. Sometimes, he thinks he feels hands on his body or words whispered in his ear in the middle of the night, but he doesn't trust himself to distinguish a fever dream from reality. - basically I’m just working with that bit of your fill because hiiiiiiiiii. EMPEROR AU.
Warnings for abuse, drugs, noncon groping, horror, body horror, really creepy Akashi.
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Akashi’s hands skate over Fuji’s body as he dreams, tracing the lines of muscle and scar. He’s not quite lovely enough to be a pleasure slave with all those scars; even if Akashi had them covered up with tattoos, he’d still feel them under the ink.
But he is handsome and more than that, he’s intriguing. The poisons wrack his body and lay his defenses bare; whenever Akashi activates his Emperor’s Eye and looks at Fuji’s mind, it’s a mess of hallucinations and pain. He sweeps his consciousness idly through Fuji’s, like a child drawing their fingers over the cool surface of a lake, and picks up bits of memory interposed with made-up moments.
Distinguishing one from another quickly turns into a game that Akashi rather enjoys. Fuji’s imagination is vivid enough that his fantasies are as clear as his memories - and fever dreams aside, his fantasies are realistic. Even in the middle of the fever dreams, Fuji is drawing on memories that Akashi can recognize.
There are green waves tickling under his chin and over his sides. He’s facedown in the water but he’s breathing still. A mermaid comes and walks over his back, her thousand little feet skittering holes into his skin.
He bleeds black and chokes on the oil that spills from his mouth.
The waves are easy. They stem from his memory of swimming in the ocean multiple times with a face mask and snorkeling tube. The mermaid is - black haired, blue eyed, expressionless - a boy he met in the ocean when he was young, who swam with the same ease that other people breathed.
The holes in Fuji’s skin match the placement of his piercings, rotated and duplicated. The blood and oil…
Well. He has vomited twice already. The slave have cleaned it up and washed out the inside of his mouth, but Akashi was informed of it by the slave who was told to keep guard over Fuji and report to the Emperor immediately should Fuji die.
Fuji has survived so far though. He’s lived through four days and though his flesh is brand-hot under Akashi’s hand, though his muscles quiver and tremble with endless shivers, Akashi thinks that Fuji will live through all of it.
He rolls Fuji onto his back and cups his hand lightly over Fuji’s groin, feeling the flesh stir in response to his touch.
Fuji isn’t lovely enough to be a pleasure slave but while Kuroko is recovering, Akashi might take Fuji to bed anyway.
(And then send him far, far away, out of Kuroko’s reach. His favorite is at least as clever as Fuji is.)
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: when someone is fever-tripping on poison, is the perfect time to feel them up, clearly
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 439
Fuji loses nearly two weeks as his body battles against the herbalist's poisons. Time blurs too, with most of the day an indistinct haze outside of Akashi's daily appearances. Sometimes, he thinks he feels hands on his body or words whispered in his ear in the middle of the night, but he doesn't trust himself to distinguish a fever dream from reality. - basically I’m just working with that bit of your fill because hiiiiiiiiii. EMPEROR AU.
Warnings for abuse, drugs, noncon groping, horror, body horror, really creepy Akashi.
***
Akashi’s hands skate over Fuji’s body as he dreams, tracing the lines of muscle and scar. He’s not quite lovely enough to be a pleasure slave with all those scars; even if Akashi had them covered up with tattoos, he’d still feel them under the ink.
But he is handsome and more than that, he’s intriguing. The poisons wrack his body and lay his defenses bare; whenever Akashi activates his Emperor’s Eye and looks at Fuji’s mind, it’s a mess of hallucinations and pain. He sweeps his consciousness idly through Fuji’s, like a child drawing their fingers over the cool surface of a lake, and picks up bits of memory interposed with made-up moments.
Distinguishing one from another quickly turns into a game that Akashi rather enjoys. Fuji’s imagination is vivid enough that his fantasies are as clear as his memories - and fever dreams aside, his fantasies are realistic. Even in the middle of the fever dreams, Fuji is drawing on memories that Akashi can recognize.
There are green waves tickling under his chin and over his sides. He’s facedown in the water but he’s breathing still. A mermaid comes and walks over his back, her thousand little feet skittering holes into his skin.
He bleeds black and chokes on the oil that spills from his mouth.
The waves are easy. They stem from his memory of swimming in the ocean multiple times with a face mask and snorkeling tube. The mermaid is - black haired, blue eyed, expressionless - a boy he met in the ocean when he was young, who swam with the same ease that other people breathed.
The holes in Fuji’s skin match the placement of his piercings, rotated and duplicated. The blood and oil…
Well. He has vomited twice already. The slave have cleaned it up and washed out the inside of his mouth, but Akashi was informed of it by the slave who was told to keep guard over Fuji and report to the Emperor immediately should Fuji die.
Fuji has survived so far though. He’s lived through four days and though his flesh is brand-hot under Akashi’s hand, though his muscles quiver and tremble with endless shivers, Akashi thinks that Fuji will live through all of it.
He rolls Fuji onto his back and cups his hand lightly over Fuji’s groin, feeling the flesh stir in response to his touch.
Fuji isn’t lovely enough to be a pleasure slave but while Kuroko is recovering, Akashi might take Fuji to bed anyway.
(And then send him far, far away, out of Kuroko’s reach. His favorite is at least as clever as Fuji is.)