A/N: Amg…it's been so long..I don't even know what to say… Q 7 Q how long has it been? Then I go write a new story? Yeah, that's what you're all probably thinking—um—but I do apologize for my long absence, I just suddenly got caught up with school, personal life problems such as the passing of my mom and of course DA/choke. Anyways, that aside, I haven't given up on my KHR stories yet and I appreciate all who still reads it—thank you very much for the support—and those who gave reviews and even PM-ed me. You guys are such sweethearts to be sticking by me. But yeah, I feel like I have gotten rusty with my writing so I started this fic to help me whip myself back to shape for not writing for so long—hopefully I haven't gotten to horrible in the past years. Ahh I really apologize for the long delay, but once I get that spark back, I'd update my stories ASAP, so for now, please enjoy this first fic of mine to my current obsession~ :''D It was inspired after reading the definitions somewhere and I immediately thought of this one, sorry if it's not that good, this was all done on the spur of the moment. ; 7 ; But hopefully you enjoy it. Anyways, enough of my rambling. ; 7 ;

Disclaimer: Ack..I keep forgetting to ad this..and no, I do not own KuroBasu.../I die a little more inside when I say it...

This is a GoM + Kagamin X Kurokocchi fic~

Ok on with the show~

The Case of Murasakibara, Atsushi

Eros:
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love.

The purple-haired boy stared at the much smaller teen's delicate frame as he moved throughout the court fluidly, he felt his throat dry at the sight of the smooth sliver of skin that only revealed a small glimpse of itself whenever the wind picked up and made his cotton shirt lift ever so slightly just enough to flash the teasing flesh that lay hidden underneath, he wanted to touch those nice smooth legs, both equally tempting to touch, how the jealous breeze rustled his soft powder blue hair making it look like his adorable bed hair as it zipped by, his lush pink lips, that parted ever so slightly as he attempted to catch his breath, especially those clear blue eyes that sparkled like gems whenever he played. His movements were fluid and graceful as he held the ball before he began dribbling again, his being almost ethereal under the ray of the burning sunlight. How he wanted to ravish him then and there, he looked so delectable..So…delicious.

But that wasn't allowed, it wasn't permitted and he wondered why that thought really bothered him. He was nearly at his breaking point just by watching after all.

Murasakibara unconsciously licked his lips at the sight. He wanted a taste; he wanted it oh so bad, all the more when he notices the trail of sweat sliding down the others face, and appearing oblivious to how the taller male was eyeing him. His eyes, quietly undressing the others lithe body while he bit off a part of his snack and chewed.

"Kuro-chin~ you look tasty~" He finally said when the other seemed to be done with practice and was headed towards him by the bench. The male in question just stared at him impassively as he always had, but he could definitely sense the curiosity in the latter's stare, probably still wondering to what he meant by that but didn't bother questioning seeing as he had heard this lots of times before. "Really..?" He asked voice monotonous, not at all questioning, and made it sound more of a statement as he wiped his face with a small towel.

The male just nodded his head quietly, humming into his treat and moved to stand up. Once he had swallowed, he turned to regard the other once again, "Kuro-chin~ I'm out of snacks~" he drawled, raising the empty plastic bag as proof. The other just nodded a faint smile on his lips. "Yes, as promised, we'll drop by the convenience store for your snacks in return for accompanying me today." His tone had a hint of amusement on it that Atsushi almost failed to catch, he hummed again and let his hands wrap loosely around Kuroko's shoulders, practically covering him due to the difference in width and height, his shoulders being too broad compare to the others petite structure. He let his head rest at the others soft hair, breathing in deeply, the sweet intoxicating scent of vanilla invading his senses and he subconsciously nuzzled the boy's head and closed his eyes. How badly he wanted to eat it slowly, slowly, he felt his resistance breaking…

"Murasakibara-kun?" came the questioning tone.

A sigh.

"But Kuro-chin really does look tasty…" He insisted.

"Ha…is that really so..?" came the same monotonous reply.

Atsushi slowly opened his eyes.

"Yeah…"

The answer was left hanging at that. Silence hung between them as they walked.

He was used to it.

However, it was a different thing when they got back to his place. His patience was already wearing thin and just as the two was away from view; he pushed the small body onto the hard wood of his door, hands roaming around the expanse of skin under that annoying hindrance called clothes. He knew he was taking advantage of the situation like this, but he couldn't help it. He wanted it...He wanted it so bad…just a taste, a small taste….

He leant down and captured the boy's pale pink lips into a soft yet desperate kiss.

Meanwhile, Kuroko shivered under his touch and let out a weak moan both his hands gripping onto the boy's shirt to prevent him from falling over when his knees started to buckle and fail him.

And that was all it took for him to be captured. He had lost it. Whatever shred of patience he had left that string that kept him glued to reality snapped. He knew he wasn't allowed to show it to others, not that he was ever a fan of showing off, but it also hurt knowing and letting others, others touch the boy. He knew he knew very well that Kuroko was a private person; he did not accept such things so easily. He didn't like being too open, or letting others know.., That's why he was forbidden in public or anywhere there was anyone aside from them. Unable to touch, unable to taste, and unable to leave marks, for Kuroko did not allow it.

Simply that.

He finished licking the spot on the boy's creamy flesh, that's why he'd make use of the time they had now. This limited chance to satiate this want, to touch and to hold…He knew the boy wouldn't appreciate the unusually rough and impatient treatment, but he wanted it, and his restraint had already surpassed its limits and there was nothing left but pure desire.

That's why there were no formalities as he quickly opened the door to his apartment and pushed the boy inside. Moving through the darkness, limbs still tangled with each other as the two bodies kissed passionately. Eventually, he found his room, opened the door and proceeded to carry the light boy and dropped him unceremoniously on the soft mattress.

Just as he began nipping at the boy's neck, a finger was placed at his lips and he brought his gaze back up to his partner. Cheeks flushed, eyes shimmering with lust and a small quirk at the corner of his lips, the closest he would get to an expression. But he knew it all too well, Kuroko…despite appearing emotionless, had the brightest emotion of all.

There was a playful hilt to his voice as he spoke, "Remember not to leave any marks~" the statement still rung into his ears as he thrusted hard into the boy's body. Wanton moans echoing in the room, and nothing but the slapping of skin on skin and pants for breath could be heard.

Kuroko would then call out his name as he comes and he would yell his.

Kuroko would then just smile a secretive smile during the aftermath, as they both lay sweaty but satisfied under the once crisp white sheets.

"Always so impatient…" he muttered weakly as he closed his eyes and snuggling close to the warm body next to him. His body would hurt tomorrow no doubt…..but it was a small price to pay…

After all, nothing was more satisfying than intentionally tempting your partner.

"You really are like a child…"

A soft snore was his only response.

Kuroko smiled fondly and let himself sink into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Everyday Muraskibara Atsushi would wake up to an empty bed, empty words of passion left lingering in his ears, and every lust-filled night left him wanting more.

He let his fingers slowly trail upon the white crumpled sheets of silk.

That vanilla scent was intoxicating, it left him craving…

Like a drug, he was addicted.

And he doubted he'd ever be satisfied.

A/N: Ah so that's the first part, for Mukkun~ sorry if they are short, weird or just whatever...I haven't wrote in awhile so as I said before, this is to help me get back to work. The next chapter should be up soon since these are like drabbles. ; 7 ; anyways, I'd like to know your thoughts about this.

R & R? I'd really appreciate it~ ; 7 ; Anyways, Next chapter features~ Kise-kun~