As soon as he managed to stumble inside of the locker room, Kuroko’s legs finally gave out and he painfully fell on the floor, his body so hot and his breathing rhythm so heavy that he wished that someone would drown him in the Arctic ocean and put an end to his misery.
Trembling hands plastered against the ground and nails scratching softly at the hard surface, he tried to straighten his body enough to crawl over to the shower area and get the cold water that his body so needed as a substitute to what Kuroko actually required to quench his insatiable sexual desire.
“Haa... Ngh... Haa...” Every inch that Kuroko managed to cross by forcing his body to cooperate in accordance with his slow-paced trip to the shower room was a painful stab to his hard shaft. “Ngh... Ah... Ha...”
Kuroko needed to find some relief as soon as possible. He needed to put an end to his misery right that instant or he would drive himself crazy with the overbearing feeling of never-ending self-restraint and the constant suppression and denial of his physical needs.
The moment his back touched the cold tiles of one of the shower stalls’ wall, Kuroko clumsily motioned one of his hands upwards, patting the wall in search for the cold water handle. As soon as his finger lightly scrapped his goal, freezing cold water started to rain down on him, his body shivering at the sudden coldness soaking his smouldering hot flesh and skin.
His driven by pleasure mind didn’t let him think twice before his hands hurriedly pulled down his training shorts and underwear just the slightest and freed his erection, a soft groan being released from his vocal cords at the soft touch of the cold water contrasting with the hotness of his fingers and palm as they were wrapped around his length and started stroking it up and down.
“Ngh... Ahh—“ moaned Kuroko, his voice echoing through the empty shower room and fuelling his notion that he was completely alone at that moment. He could moan and scream as loudly as he wished and no one would hear him. He could say whatever he wanted that absolutely no one would hear his words. “Ahh! Ak— Akashi-kun...!”
As if calling the redhead’s name came as the key that unlocked all of his bottled-up desire since the moment Rakuzan basketball team stepped inside of the gym, Kuroko threw his head backwards, leaning it over on the tile wall as the movements of his hand quickened considerably, more precum dribbling down his length and smearing his hand in a diluted milky white and sticky liquid.
“Akashi-kun... Ahh! A-Akashi-kun!” unrestrictedly moaned and whimpered Kuroko, his eyes stuck to the open door of the stall as if waiting for someone to show up. He wanted someone to show up – he had been calling his name again and again in between his mewls of half-satisfying pleasure. But he knew that such would only ever happen in his delusions – there was absolutely no way that the Akashi Seijuurou would ever leave a basketball match in the middle, him being on the winning team or not. “Ahh... Haa... Ngh! Akashi...kun...! Ahhh!”
Ahh... See? Only in my delusions..., inwardly mumbled Kuroko as his half-lidded eyes caught a reddish shadow coming closer to the shower stall he was currently inside of. Ahh... I don’t care anymore. I just want Akashi-kun so badly that it doesn’t matter anymore if it’s a prank created by my needy brain or the real deal...
In the midst of his fantasy, Kuroko’s pale cheek was softly caressed, his features gently cupped to bring his face closer to the redhead’s, their lips readily colliding against one another with desperate hunger. And it felt ridiculously good, the way Akashi’s tongue playfully rubbed against his, lightly suckling and nibbling with his front teeth on the muscular organ that lustfully sought to get more of the redhead’s taste.
The deafening beating of his heart against his ribcage, which could be heard echoing inside of his eardrum. His hand tightly held against his hard cock by the slightly bigger hand that fastened even further his movements and augmented his pleasure in tandem. The two sets of mouths that hungrily feasted on each other’s saliva.
All of it felt good. Delusion, fantasy, whatever name it could have or not, all that was happening to his body felt good. Numbingly good. Dangerously good. Addictively good.
“Ahh! Akashi...kun...” moaned Kuroko against the imaginary mouth kissing him. His free hand motioned up in the air, getting a hold of the back of the redhead’s neck and bringing him closer to his body. “Mmnh... Haa... A-Akashi-kun... I— Ahh!”
When fantasy-Akashi closed his hand around Kuroko’s and hastened their pumping motions once again, his whole body tingled in rapture, which loudly screamed at him to give it up and just release every single drop of desire he had been holding deep inside of him all at once.
No, not just his desire but everything that he had been holding back.
“Ahh—! Akashi-kun...!” loudly moaned Kuroko, his nails digging at the redhead’s neck as he felt his whole body trembling at his incoming climax. “Seijuurou, I lo— Ahhhh!”
The moment his release was achieved, Kuroko’s vision switched from the shower stall to complete white. A white so pure and shiny that one would have thought that he was ascending to Heaven after a martyr’s death, and not due to letting his consciousness slip between his fingers once again at Akashi’s touch, even if this time it had been nothing but a delusion of his.
-.-
His body squirming around against the warm blanket placed on top of his body, Kuroko turned around on the mattress, softly trying to hide his half-asleep features from the soft light hitting him. When he forced himself to open one of his teal eyes, he found himself in a location far from similar to the last place he remembered being in.
He wasn’t inside of a shower stall. He wasn’t inside of the basketball team’s locker room, not even inside of the gym. His surroundings resembled that of an infirmary – curiously, the very same infirmary that was placed on the second floor of Seirin High School’s main building.
“...Eh? Eh?” Completely lost on what was happening right now, Kuroko motioned his body up to a sitting position on the bed he had been resting on. When he looked down on himself, he saw that he was once again wearing his school uniform, albeit the school jacket being missing and laid on top of the lower half of the bed.
W-What’s going on...?, inwardly asked Kuroko, his brain furiously circling around in hopes to find some sort of explanation to what exactly was succeeding at this precise moment. I... I was playing a match against Rakuzan... But because of the curse, I had to leave... Then I went to the locker room, where I...
“...!” His face exploding in a myriad of shades of red, Kuroko hastily covered his features with his hands, his mouth suddenly getting dry and heart speeding up without further warning. His body fell backwards, his back hitting the bed with a muted thud. “Ugh...! I want to die... This far exceeds what is normal for a male high school student to go through, whatever level of sexual excitement they may display...”
“Um... For you to be groaning and moaning that loudly, it must mean you’re awake, huh...” hesitantly said Kagami, his head appearing from between the closed curtains around the infirmary bed. When he indeed saw Kuroko all wrapped up on the blanket, protectively hiding his face in shame, he couldn’t help but release a soft sigh and walk closer to the bed, where he sat down on. “I don’t want to make you feel worse than you already do... but we lost the game. We also lost the second and third match that we did after you suddenly disappeared into thin air.”
“I see...” softly breathed Kuroko, shrinking his body underneath the blanket to form a depressed human ball. He sighed. “Thank you, Kagami-kun.”
“Huh? Thank you?” repeated Kagami, an eyebrow getting arched on his forehead as he wondered where the hell those words were coming from. “What are you thanking me for?”
“I mean... You were the one who took me out of the shower stall, dressed me and took me here, right?” said Kuroko, his face once again burning in embarrassment only at the fact that he had allowed his teammate and light to see him in such an immoral way and even force him to clean up after his mess. “So than—“
“I didn’t do anything,” immediately cut off Kagami, averting looking at Kuroko as he lightly scratched the back of his head.
“Eh...?”
“I just came here after practice ended to give you your stuff,” continued Kagami, not exactly sure of how he should put his words without causing Kuroko to start panicking once again. “And... it was Akashi that told me you were here. It was also him that went to talk with Coach over allowing you to take a leave for the rest of the practice time. Get ready for 10 times the training tomorrow, was what Coach told me to tell you.”
“Eh!?” uncharacteristically yelped Kuroko, his body jumping upwards from underneath of the blanket and into a sitting position, his mouth gaping wide open as he stared in disbelief at Kagami. “P-Please tell me y-you’re joking, Kagami-kun.”
“Um... I’m not...” mumbled Kagami, his cheeks slightly smeared in pink as he pointed at Kuroko with his index finger, leading it back to his own neck where he softly tapped it to indicate something on it – not on his neck, but on Kuroko’s.
“Eh?” Kuroko unconsciously took his hands to his neck, the pads of his fingers softly tracing the length of his neck as they searched what whatever it was that Kagami had pointed at. He didn’t feel anything... hence, it was something that couldn’t be felt.
As quickly as a stumbling arrow, Kuroko awkwardly got up from the bed, pulling the blanket together with him as it got caught up in the momentum of his movements, and made a beeline to the mirror placed on top of the washing basin, whose purpose was for the disinfection of the nurse’s hands before applying medical treatment to any student.
“—!” A silent scream escaped Kuroko’s throat when he looked in the mirror and saw a big red bite mark on the base of his neck, near to the place which connected to his shoulder. “I... I... I want to die...!”
It wasn’t a delusion... It wasn’t a fantasy... Akashi-kun truly put in practice what he told me during last night’s phone call...
“Cheer up, Kuro-chin,” said Murasakibara, his tiny frame popping out of Kagami’s school bag, his small hands holding a chocolate chips cookie that had almost twice the size of his head. “It’s not like I will tell anyone how much you were screaming Aka-chin’s name while inside of the shower area.”
“Ugh... I want... I need this to end...” beckoned Kuroko, dropping his body down on the floor and tightly crouching his body over himself, his arms wrapped around his head as he pressed his blushing face against his knees. “As soon as possible...”
“Then hurry the hell up and confess to Akashi,” sighed Kagami, a vein popping out on his forehead. “Coach is not the only one that’s angry at you, you know? I would have stuffed a basketball in your face already while you were sleeping if it wasn’t for the fact that I know that you couldn’t really avoid what happened. But that doesn’t mean I will tolerate this! Hurry up and confess to Akashi! Do it quickly! Tomorrow! Or even today! Just spare me the fucking abuse through the means of basketballs against my gut or my face!!”
“It’s not as easy as you think it—“ started mumbling Kuroko but his words were cut off when a strong hand gripped the top of his head and pulled it upwards from its hideout.
“Tomorrow or today,” menacingly said Kagami, the intensity of his red eyes almost akin to a glare. “That’s the time limit that you have to confess to that sadistic bastard. You do it on your own or I swear to god that I will take measures with my own hands and force you to do it.”
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