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ACT XVII

Kuroko swayed his hips as he stopped right in front of the redhead. Placing his right hand on his hip, Kuroko smiled as he bent towards Akashi. One slender finger hooked behind the top most button of Akashi's shirt, Kuroko placed himself right on the fearsome redhead's lap. Music boomed around them, chatter and the screams of people surrounding them both. Lost in staring at each other, the duo seemed to have forgotten the rest of the inhabitants.

"Tetsuya." Akashi said, his voice seeming almost guttural as his eyes bore into blue doe eyes. Never breaking eye contact, Kuroko snaked one arm behind, lacing his fingers through soft red tendrils and the other on the firm chest. Suddenly gripping the hair, Kuroko lowered himself, his face barely touching Akashi's handsome face, lips so close yet not on each other. Luscious pink lips parted, Kuroko nearly panted on Akashi as he seated himself fully on Akashi's lap, straddling his effectively.

"Hmm? What is Sei-kun doing here?" Akashi's eyes glued to the soft lips moving on him, inching even closer, he savored the warmth and beauty of Kuroko Tetsuya. Quirking a brow at his newly attained nickname, Akashi merely gave a wry smile. "I came looking for you. All the way to Tokyo."

Pausing, Kuroko inched away in surprise. What was even more surprising was Akashi's movements as he followed the bluenette, not leaving any space in between.

"I thought I was forgotten." Kuroko whispered, showing more emotion than he would normally, in a forlorn manner. Lips upturned in a simple smile, Akashi looked right in to the endless depths of sky blue eyes. "I'd never forget you."

Akashi was pleasantly surprised when Kuroko suddenly flung himself on him, hugging his firm body tightly. Pushing his face into the warm neck, Kuroko tightened his arms just smiling broadly, happiness evident on his face. Quick to steady both of them on the sofa chair, Akashi's arms enveloped the smaller body as well. It was only after a few seconds that the redhead realized that he was touching the bluenette's bare back.

Resting his back on the chair, he started rubbing circles on the warm back. Smirking, he leaned towards the bluenette and whispered. "Tetsuya. Aren't you supposed to be giving me the promised service right now?"

As if on cue, the music changed, becoming even louder and sultrier. Kuroko stiffened and suddenly pushed against Akashi's chest. Tilting his head back, Kuroko looked down at the redhead, eyes burning, with a hint of an uncharacteristic smirk emerging on the pink lips. Not resisting, yet unyielding, Akashi stared right back, red-gold eyes alive with the excitement of someone attempting to overpower him.

Gripping the lapels of the dark shirt, Kuroko threw back his head as he ground his hips into the other. Gasping, pupils blown out, Kuroko was a sight to behold as neon lights flashed on them in the dark environment. Akashi's strong grip slid down to the firm thighs on either side, as he gritted his teeth and panted. Moving with the music, Kuroko's bare chest rubbed against Akashi's clothed one.

As soon as it started, the feeling vanished which resulted in Akashi growling loudly.

"Uh uh, hands off, Sei-kun. No touching during dances. That's the policy." Amused, Kuroko slapped away the insistent hands. Standing up, the bluenette turned around, one hand resting on his hip. The material of the shorts hugged the beautiful contours, buckled up shoes squeaking against the smooth floor. Swaying his hips slightly, Kuroko tossed his head from side to side as red-gold eyes remained transfixed on the hypnotizing hips. The crowd practically went wild with noise and crazy hoots. Several people threw bunched up money towards the bluenette, not a single of it picked up by the teen.

Hooking his fingers underneath the white suspenders, Kuroko swiped the money at his feet away with his shoes, as he moved back towards the seated body. Akashi never took his eyes off the sexy bluenette, eyes boring into the milky back with sweat rolling down slowly. He knew Kuroko could sense him, and it excited him even more.

Placing his hands on the armrest, Kuroko sat down on Akashi's lap, his soft ass grinding in to the hardness. Blue eyes widened at the sheer size of it. It was like a freaking monster, harnessed in the dark pants straining against its bonds. Hearing a loud groan, Kuroko smiled wide, as his hands wandered over his chest and towards his own crotch. Never really touching himself, his hands went between his legs and lifting slim hips his fingers grazed on Akashi's hard on.

Unable to control himself at this point, Akashi ripped Kuroko's hand off his crotch, gripped the slender waist and slammed it down on his rising hips. "Ah God, Tetsuya." Akashi groaned as his cock felt the momentary bliss of being nestled between the firm ass cheeks.

"Gah…ah!" Kuroko gave a startled moan, feeling the hardness pulsing in that brief moment. Panting, Kuroko pried away the hands gripping his hips. "No more touching. D-Daiichi-san will make you leave if you do." Kuroko ground out between trying to still Akashi's hip thrusts and slapping away insistent hands.

There was a sudden drop of temperature and all movement stopped in that moment. Kuroko felt Akashi lean on his back fully, steady heart beating powerfully in the healthy body, heart escaping and nearly engulfing Kuroko in it.

"Tell me, who is this Daiichi-san?" One arm wormed itself around the bluenette's midriff and tightened considerably as Akashi whispered in his ears. Even though it was said quietly, Kuroko could feel a shiver pass through his body at how cold and strangely cruel it sounded.

"It hurts, Sei-kun. It hurts."

The arms loosened slightly, but sharp teeth clamped down on one milky white shoulder. Kuroko gasped out a breath, body freezing under the power of a dangerous predator. Deeming it enough for a warning, Akashi licked the red tinged skin and moved his mouth near the bluenette's ear.

"Either you tell me who he is or I will kill every single person here until I find him."

Maybe it was the lethal combination of alcohol and drugs or Kuroko maybe had a strange fetish, because in that moment he shivered with excitement rather than fear. Grinding his ass slightly against the hardness, Kuroko moaned softly.

"He's the owner of this place. I owe him for breaking his vase, so I'm his for one night." Kuroko replied between pants.

A hand that had been previously caressing Kuroko's exposed neck, suddenly stilled and the big hand enveloped the slender neck. Kuroko gulped visibly, every muscle in his body telling him to run.

"Tetsuya, you do belong. To me." The hand tightened, and lights flashed behind Kuroko's fluttering eyelids, gasping and choking slightly. "You are mine. Don't forget that."

With that, suddenly the pressure was gone, leaving Kuroko a gasping mess, coughing and hand clawing at his throat. A trail of spit on his chin sparkled like a string on gems as he tilted his head back, gulping in breaths. Smirking, Akashi's drank in the beauty Kuroko possessed even in his most unglorified moment.

With shaky legs, Kuroko rose and Akashi made no movement to stop him, curious as to what the bluenette was planning. Perhaps he's going to go. Either way, I'm not letting him go now.

So it was a considerable shock to the Emperor when Kuroko straddled him, buckled shoes digging in to the sofa, and backhanded him quite ferociously. The slap was loud, but drowned out by the music and the thrumming of noise around them. Head thrown to a side, the red-gold eyes were wide with shock as one hand rose to cradle the reddening cheek slowly.

Kuroko slid down the firm chest, as Akashi slowly turned his head, looked right into the dual colored eyes.

"I don't belong to you. And you have no claim on me, Sei-kun." Red hand print visible on neck, Kuroko stared as the redhead met his eyes. This kind of fierceness was something rarely seen by Kuroko, and for Akashi it was akin to being hit by a speeding train. His heart thumped in his chest, elated, Akashi grabbed Kuroko's neck from the back and firmly held the half-naked bluenette in place.

"Then I'll make a claim on you. I'll make it so that you'll never leave me."
With that, Akashi grinded his hips against the smaller one, pleased to feel the responsive hardness in the leather shorts. Hot puffs of breath escaped luscious lips as Kuroko grinded right back, his straining erection sliding against the redhead's larger cock. Lost in the ecstasy, Kuroko didn't even realize that Akashi's hands were on his ass until they were grabbed harshly and the bluenette grabbed on to the broad shoulder for his dear life.

From the corner of his eyes, Kuroko saw Daiichi making his way towards the duo with a frown, looking ready to intervene. Realizing even in his high state, that Daiichi would probably not see another day if he did so, Kuroko pushed himself against Akashi and shook his head at the faux blonde.

Frown deepening, Daiichi halted but shook his head back insistently as he pointed to Akashi, indicating that he would stop him. Widening his eyes, Kuroko shook his head slowly again, quivering his lips for good measure.

Pausing for moment, Daiichi felt his anger ebb away, but ever suspicious he raised two fingers telling Kuroko that he's watching and walked away unhappily.

Ever observant, Akashi could feel Kuroko's attention shifting and decided that he didn't like that feeling at all. Gripping the blue locks, the other hand snug around the bluenette's waist, Akashi tipped the slender upper body back. Angling his hips, his cock slid on the leather right on the spot between Kuroko's entrance and crotch. "Ah-Aaaaah." Kuroko nearly wailed, hands clutching at the strong limbs keeping him from falling back.

Kuroko's body became flushed and Akashi could see that he was quite close to coming. With a wicked grin, he nudged away the intact white suspender with his nose and licked one pink nipple. He gave it a particular suck and suddenly Kuroko screamed, hips bucking and thrashing against him. Unperturbed, Akashi thrust himself against the firm ass, pleasure coursing through him with every move. He could feel the warmth of Kuroko's cum even through all the layers of clothes. Never relinquishing his hold on his bluenette, he slid up to Kuroko's face and sealed his mouth on the other, devouring all screams, gasps and cries that escaped them. Akashi's red-gold eyes watched as he swiped his tongue into the slack mouth, tasting the unique taste of Kuroko. He watched as the blue orbs came to view, looking glazed and ever so beautiful.

He rutted against the bluenette in one powerful thrust and held there as the orgasm washed over him, groaning deep into Kuroko's mouth, as the bluenette clutched at his shirt weakly.

Akashi had only a moment to just catch his breath against the bluenette before Kuroko was suddenly ripped off him. Red-gold eyes looked up to see the annoying man on stage earlier, quickly scampering away with Kuroko in his arms. Heterochromatic eyes glinted with malicious intent as he understood who exactly Daiichi was. He chuckled darkly as two bouncers closed on him.

"Tet-chan!" Daiichi shook Kuroko's shoulder as his other hand caressed one flushed cheek. "Are you okay? What the hell did that guy do to you?"

Kuroko opened his eyes blearily. He was propped up against the wall of a narrow corridor somewhere inside the club. Daiichi was hovering over him in a worried manner, touching his face. "Nn..Daiichi-san?"

"Yes, you are safe now! I took you away from him. I don't know who the fuck let that lunatic inside. That guy had attacked Kumi-san outside too, I had to call in other bouncers. I took too long! Oh God, Did he rape you or something? SHIT!" Getting more and more hysterical by the minute, Daiichi was quickly silenced when Kuroko raised his hand and covered the blonde's quickly moving lips.

"D-Daiichi-san. Stop." Kuroko replied, wincing at the throbbing of his head. Clutching at his head, until suddenly his eyes widened, fear evident. "What do you mean, more bouncers?" Kuroko asked, alarm bells going on in his heads.

Scoffing, Daiichi clutched the bluenette's hand and lowered it slowly. "Yeah, I brought in the biggest fucking bouncers I could find. I hope they beat up that idiot. Heh, he'll never make it out of here in one piece."

"Oh no, no no no." Kuroko whispered, eyes wide.

Daiichi frowned at Kuroko's reaction. "What? Do you know him or something? Don't worry, I'm sure the guys won't kill him. Rough him up, sure, but not kill him."

Kuroko looked up, eyes blazing, when he was suddenly interrupted by Daiichi crashing his lips on his. Plundering his tongue in, Daiichi licked the warm cavern. He was pushed back as the bluenette braced himself against the wall and pushed with all his might. Chuckling, Daiichi moved even closer, one of his arms resting on the wall, top of Kuroko's head.

"I just love it when you get feisty, Tet-chan. Stop worrying about that jerk anyway."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm not worried about him, it's those men and you I'm worried about."

As soon as the bluenette had uttered those words, there was a flicker of shadow and Daiichi was ripped off Kuroko, flying quite a feet away.

Akashi could not believe the nerve of the filth that dared to touch his Tetsuya. Now that he had laid a claim on the bluenette, there was no way he would let this worm live. He stood in front of Kuroko, as he watched the fake blonde try to get up.

Akashi glanced back at Kuroko, who was frozen in place, staring at Akashi in shock. With a side smirk, the redhead turned around and strode up to the filth. He would finish this quickly and enjoy his blue haired puppy. His right hand still caked with the blood of the bouncers, Akashi knelt down as he jabbed two fingers into the vulnerable throat as his other hand kept the head pinned to the ground.

Akashi stared as man thrashed under just two of his fingers, eyes glinting and smiling widely in a maniacal manner.

"No! Stop. Please! Please." Kuroko was spurred in to action as he realized that the redhead might kill Daiichi in his rage. The bluenette sprang forward and hugged Akashi, encasing the redhead in his embrace. Akashi paused, hands sliding off the tortured man. "Please." Kuroko whispered.

"Why? He touched you. This filth doesn't deserve to live." Akashi sneered at the wheezing blonde.

There was a moment of silence as the bluenette pondered on what to say, as his words could very well seal the laid out man's fate. Steeling himself, Kuroko hugged the redhead even tighter and said. "But I want to try to be yours. He doesn't matter. He's nobody."

Akashi froze entirely, with a sharp intake of air and pushed Kuroko back with his bloody hands. Looking in to the blue depths, he asked apprehensively. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Damn. I didn't expect that to happen. Brain, Why you do this to me? D:

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