A/N: Hey! Looks like I'm back! Sorry for all those Silver Storm's fans, I couldn't help uploading this first! But don't worry, I'll upload it within this week, ok?

Anyways, IMPORTANT NOTES ABOUT THIS FIC: This is in the Edo Era when Tokugawa was the Shogun. Yujo means women of pleasure. Hashi-joro means lower-ranking courtesans. Koshi-joro means higher-ranking courtesans but still below tayu. Tayu means higher-ranking courtesans. Oiran is a first-class prostitute. Like a number one host. Baishun means sellind spring/youth, a word to describe a brothel. Baishunfu means prostitute.

That's about it for now. Onto the fic!

BTW, Kuroko no Basuke doesn't belong to me.

Standing Still
Chapter I: Bound

Somewhere inside Yoshiwara, Edo's famous yukaku, stood out the hottest brothel, Full Bloom. Where sixty-two of the most beautiful men and women could be found. But amongst those sixty-two, stood out four people whose beauty can never be surpassed.

Momoi Satsuki. An enchanting woman with beautiful long, bright pink hair that reaches her lower back. She has large breasts that became her number one attraction. She is the only tayū among the other females. She is usually requested eight times a week. Three times more than what the usual yūjo gets.

Midorima Shintarō. A charming man who has a cute tsundere side. He can spot a woman's most pleasured spot in the blink of an eye. He is one of the four kōshi-jōro in Full Bloom. He is usually requested six times a week.

Kise Ryōta. A handsome man who has a bright smile and could be easily mistaken by a model. His hands can make any woman melt with his sexual skill. He is the only tayū among the other males in Full Bloom. He is usually requested four times daily. That's twenty-eight requests in a week… He is also well known by his stamina…

And lastly, the only oiran in Full Bloom and the only one with the shogun's nephew as his regular and gets requested six times daily-

"Tetsuya."

Said male turned his head the sound of his name. He stared at the owner and founder of Full Bloom for a few seconds before he answered. "Yes, Akashi-kun?"

"He's here." Akashi spoke a little bit harshly. Even when he has a soft spot for the shorter male, he was still angry at Kuroko who could never deny his rough regular.

Kuroko nodded lightly before answering. "Understood."

Akashi nodded and turned his back to Kuroko. But before he shut the fusuma completely, he glanced at Kuroko from his shoulder and spoke. "It seems that he's in a bad mood today."

Kuroko turned and looked away. He didn't need Akashi's warning and care. He could take care of himself perfectly well. "I see." Was the only reply Akashi received. And with that, he left.

Kuroko sighed and stood up and walked over the porch and sat down on the edge, dangling his legs while looking up at the full moon. The fusuma was slid open again not long after. A hoarse voice greeted Kuroko.

"I'm back…"

Kuroko turned his head towards the dark figure and answered his greeting with his usual monotone and expression. "Welcome back, danna."

The taller slid the fusuma shut with a thud, trapping Kuroko who couldn't do anything but gulped. His face remained deadpanned and only his heart screamed.

The incredibly tall male clad in a dark blue hakama slumped on Kuroko's huge futon. A signal Kuroko knew well.

The small boy stood up from his tranquil place and sat beside the other male who had his head hung low. Kuroko placed his small hand over a large one and asked softly. "Danna?"

But before he could speak another word, his neck was attacked by a pair of cold lips. Leaving bruising marks on his slender neck. Kuroko gasped and groaned at the painful gesture. But made no move to push his assaulter away.

A pair of huge, coarse hands pushed Kuroko down. Making the shorter lay defenceless on his futon. The tanned hands slid the kimono off of Kuroko's shoulders and paused to take a better look at the first class prostitute.

Kuroko's kimono was left dishevelled, leaving his milky legs and thighs bared and spread. An easy access for the regular client. Kuroko's thin, sky blue kimono had slid off his shoulders. Revealing his chest and a pair of cherry blossomed pink nubs that made the dark man swiped his tongue over his own lips.

The smallest's cheeks was tinted with pink hue and his velvet lips were parted as he let out puffs of breath. Panting lightly from the previous assault. His light blue eyes were glazed over from the lustful look his counterpart gave him.

"Tetsu…"

Aomine called out with an aroused voice before looking away. "I… I'm sorry…" Kuroko's eyes softened before wrapping his arms around Aomine's neck and pulled his head down to his chest. "It's alright."

With that permission, Aomine quickly slip the rest of the kimono off of Kuroko's figure and stripped himself before positioning his hardened member in front of Kuroko's twitching entrance. He looked at Kuroko with pleading eyes and pushed in. Sheathing himself perfectly inside the smaller boy in one painful push.

Kuroko clenched his eyes shut and bit on his hands, leaving a blood trail along his soft skin to prevent himself from screaming in pain.

Noticing this, Aomine pulled Kuroko's hands away from his face and pinned them above his head. "Tetsu, I want to see your face." With that as the only warning Kuroko got, Aomine moved with an immediate fast pace. Not even bothering to wait for Kuroko to adjust at the intrusion.

Kuroko's agonized screams were audible even to Akashi who was sweeping outside of the brothel with gritted teeth.

The only thing that Kuroko felt at the moment was pain. Pain, pain, pain, pain. His hands, his head, his neck, and his insides. It burned like There were no pleasure even though Aomine had been hitting Kuroko's prostate unintentionally.

Both of them knew that it wasn't about Kuroko. It was about Aomine and his depressions. He needed to release his tensions or else he'll explode and leave Kuroko. And somehow, Kuroko didn't want that. And the shorter knew the all too well.

Kuroko was bound to Aomine. Kuroko could never be able to leave him and vice versa. They bothe needed each other. And in some sort of a way, they complete each other.

Aomine groaned as he quickly pulled out and poured his seed all over Kuroko. After admiring his work, the taller collapsed on top of Kuroko who just laid there, bathed in semen.

"Tetsu… Tetsu…" Aomine mumbled fondly. Kuroko remained silent and continued to stare at the full moon that seemed to be mocking him by shining brightly over them.

"Tetsu… I love you…" Kuroko's clear eyes welled at the confession and tears streamed down his pale cheeks. Kuroko placed his hand on Aomine head and petted it affectionately.

"I know." Kuroko answered with his usual monotone. He knew. He knew how much Aomine loved him. He knew how much Aomine needed him.

Nevertheless, he couldn't return them.

"I love you…"

Kuroko closed his eyes as he answered.

"I'm sorry…"

No matter how much Kuroko liked Aomine, he could never be able to love the man. As his heart had already been frozen long time ago. But he also couldn't leave him. Because Kuroko needed him. He needed to feel Aomine's presence.

Because he was shackled to this man by an invisible chain called 'fate'.

Chapter I: Bound -END-

So yeah, I've been obsessed with this anime lately that I couldn't help had an idea for a fic. Although truthfully, I don't really know who's my OTP in this anime. I love all of them paired up with Kuroko! But my main pairing is Aomine x Kuroko and Kagami x Kuroko. So expect more fics with either these two pairings. Or both. Hehe...

Anyways, review, my lovely humans! Wait, this isn't a durarara fic... Sorry got confused... You have to review, anyway! MUAHAHAHA!