[drabbles] KnB

[lysapadin]

#leona-dracontis
#Midorima/Takao, cruise vacation
#in which there are umbrella drinks

Shintarou isn't entirely certain what day it is anymore and isn't sure when the last time he was fully sober was, either. This, Takao assures him, is exactly as it should be.

He's less convinced than Takao is, but every time it occurs to him to worry a bit over the state of his and Takao's livers, one of the cruise liner's staff realizes that his glass is empty and switches it out for one that is full. Usually there are umbrellas; there is often fruit involved as well, and there is always a substantial amount of rum.

Shintarou stares at the horizon over the railing—deep blue water as far as he can see, and the perfect blue arch of the sky above—and sips the latest drink. This one has both an umbrella and a skewer of violently red cherries and a chunk of pineapple, plus the requisite rum. There may also be coconut involved. It wraps him up in a gently alcoholic haze, and it takes a while before he realizes that he's being addressed.

Takao has spent so much time in the sun these past few days that he's picked up quite the tan. He's lounging on his deck chair with the boneless sprawl of a cat—or a drunk twenty-something on vacation—and he's grinning at Shintarou from beneath the floppy brim of his hat. His smile stretches even wider when he sees that he's finally got Shintarou's attention. "Whatcha thinking about so hard, Shin-chan?"

Shintarou blinks at him, but the truth is—"Nothing, really," he admits. "Nothing at all."

Takao grins and stretches out, looking satisfied. "Damn right." He reaches for his own drink and wraps his mouth around the straw. "Told you this was exactly what the doctor ordered."

"You're not a doctor," Shintarou reminds him, not that doing so ever achieves much.

"Yeah, yeah." Takao brushes a lazy hand through the air, dismissing the reminder. "Anyway. Was thinking I might like to head back to the cabin for a bit."

His eyes a bright over the rims of his sunglasses, and Shintarou doesn't need a translation to know exactly why Takao has made that announcement.

He considers it, sipping his drink meditatively. "In a little while," he says, because he's too comfortable at the moment to move, even with the promise of more sex to tempt him. "There's no rush."

Takao's laughter is delighted. "No rush at all," he agrees, and flags one of the staff down for a refill.

Shintarou picks one of the cherries off the skewer in his own drink and can't remember why on earth he ever protested Takao's vacation choice in the first place.

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#superhappygenki
#power bottom!Kagami with Aomine and/or Kuroko
#basically Aomine is like a cat and gets into everything #ordinary people

Sometimes it's easiest when Tetsuya isn't around, to be perfectly honest. Taiga does his best, he really does, but he and Daiki are a lot alike in some things. He can admit that much privately, at least, though it does pain him any time Tetsuya looks at the two of them and remarks on their similarities. The only consolation is that it annoys Daiki at least as much as it does Taiga, probably more. There's a lot more at stake for him, after all. A lot more history there.

So yeah, they're both competitive—stupidly competitive, Tetsuya says, usually rolling his eyes—and maybe Daiki isn't the only one who gets a little bit territorial sometimes. Taiga knows that about himself and does what he can to rein himself in, especially if he's paying attention to what's going on and catches it when Daiki starts to veer off into that place he goes in his head, the one where he forgets that he and Tetsuya have made it all up or the one where he's not quite sure that they have made it up. Taiga doesn't know which it is, exactly, because it's one of those things that Daiki absolutely will not talk about with him. All he's got is a bunch of guesswork and what he's seen of their long, complicated relationship, but that's enough to be going on.

("How can that possibly be enough?" Tatsuya asked him once, over a couple of beers, when Taiga was trying to explain his and Tetsuya's and Daiki's whole thing. "Look, are you sure I shouldn't have an intervention here?" Like he was one to talk.)

But nobody's perfect and sometimes Tetsuya has to give them both a sharp reminder that he's not a prize to be won. It embarrasses Taiga when that happens and he's pretty sure that it terrifies Daiki (who is always on extra-good behavior for days after one of Tetsuya's little reminders) and yeah. Sometimes it's just easier when Tetsuya isn't there. When it's the two of them, there's no vying for his attention, and there's no one there to mediate between the two of them, either. They have to deal with each other directly, which is probably better for them in the long run, Taiga figures... especially now that they've gotten past the brawling stage. Mostly.

(They're probably never going to get completely past that stage; both of them enjoy a good fight too much for it. Taiga has a sneaking suspicion that the only reason Tetsuya disapproves is that there's no good way for him to join in, too. Tetsuya's kind of a firecracker that way, though no one would guess it, looking at him.)

And this way, some things are just easy. Easy to slide his fingers into Daiki's hair and kiss him, pushy, until Daiki pushes back, and easy to wrestle with him until the blankets and sheets are a twisted mess and they're both naked. Easy to pull Daiki against him and kiss him until Daiki forgets to hold back and forgets to be wary of Taiga and just goes for it, which is exactly what Taiga likes. Not that it's bad when Daiki is inclined to be careful or restrained or whatever, but sometimes a guy just wants to be pinned down and pounded into the mattress, and it's a lot simpler to get Daiki go there when it's the two of them.

Which is not to say that Daiki won't when Tetsuya's in bed with them, but it does tend to go a little differently on those occasions. Tetsuya calls the shots, then, and it's just as hot to have him giving Daiki the order to fuck Taiga silly. It just takes some more maneuvering to get them to that point, is all.

It's also easier after the fact, when it's just the two of them—easy to sprawl out and drowse in the aftermath without having to gentle Daiki back down, and easy to pull Daiki against him before he can get restive and try to retreat, and easy to lull him to sleep so that by the time Tetsuya does come to join them, he can slip into bed against Daiki's back and press close without any fuss at all.

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#global-wolf
#Aomine/Kuroko, Kuroko buys an owl kigurumi
#a kigurumi is one of those fleecy animal costumes-cum-pyjamas things

"What," Daiki said, staring at Tetsu, wholly at a loss. "What the fuck."

Tetsu looked back, absolutely serene beneath the fleecy, goggle-eyed hood. "Could you be more specific, Aomine-kun?"

Daiki opened his mouth and found that no, in fact, he could not be more specific. "The fuck," he repeated, gesturing feebly at the blue and white fleece that currently shrouded Tetsu from head to toe.

Tetsu tipped his head to the side and rubbed his chin, demonstrating the sweep of his—wingspan, Daiki's brain supplied, feebly—demonstrating the full sweep of the sleeves. "That really isn't very helpful."

Tetsu could chide him all he liked; it really didn't penetrate just then. How could it? Tetsu was dressed in a motherfucking fleece owl costume. Daiki waved his hands around some more in the vague hope that this would convey the surrealism of the whole thing, and Tetsu continued to stare at him, patient and imperturbable. Finally Daiki shook his head, trying to clear it, and said, helpless, "What the fuck are you even wearing?"

Tetsu glanced down at himself and spread his—arms. They were arms, damn it. "Do you like it? It's very warm."

Daiki opened his mouth and quailed before the earnestness of Tetsu's gaze. "I—it's—um—very—" he floundered. Then he gave up. "What the fuck, Tetsu, you're wearing an owl costume."

"Your grasp of the obvious is keen," Tetsu said, solemn. "Well done." Despite how very sober he sounded, there was a glimmer of laughter beginning to lurk in his eyes. Daiki was very relieved to see it.

"What the fuck, Tetsu, seriously?" he demanded, waving at the costume. "Please tell me that that's for work." Surely it had to be something to entertain the rugrats.

"For work?" Tetsu blinked at him, not quite innocently. "No, I thought it might be nice for wearing around the house when the weather is cold." When Daiki shuddered, he frowned. "Don't you think I should?"

"Not if you ever expect to get laid again," Daiki told him.

Tetsu pursed his lips and glanced down at the costume. "Ah. Well. I suppose I should lay in a supply of tissues and hand lotion."

Daiki opened his mouth to suggest something more reasonable—a sweater perhaps—before he caught the glint of steel in Tetsu's eyes. "Fine," he said, resigned. "I'll stop turning the heat down." It wouldn't kill him to go around in nothing but his shorts, if it came to it.

"Or we could do that," Tetsu said. He waved a fleece-covered hand, regal and gracious in his victory. "Whenever you like is fine by me."

Daiki shook his head and went to crank the thermostat up. "You play dirty, Tetsu, I hope you know that."

Tetsu just smiled. "No," he said. "I just play to win."

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#asuddenleap
#Aomine/Kise, unavoidable
#stylized drabble is stylized

There's a certain inevitability to it, like the rhythm of a heartbeat or the arc of a ball sailing through the air and sinking through the net. So much of what they are (as individuals, to each other) is bound up in the game itself, the years of history they share, pursuer and pursued, teammate and opponent, goal and rival and friend. Why should this be any different? When he lets go of his last reluctance to see Aomine defeated, that's when Kise's game begins to bloom in earnest. And that's when the way Aomine looks at him changes, too, turns first considering and then hot.

It's a short step from rival to friend, and a shorter step still from there to lover.

These days it's all of a piece, the ebb and flow of a furiously paced one-on-one on the court and the shift and rock of their bodies against one another afterwards, pressed skin to skin, mouth to mouth in the showers, and who is to say which one of them is chasing the other now?

Comments

[branchandroot]

*is /still/ dying of laughter over the owl costume*

Also, I will always love how Kagami fits in with Aomine and Kuroko, because Kuroko is the most articulate one without question, but Kagami really does see things just that clearly.

[lysapadin]

I have a deep and abiding fondness for the owl costume, if only because I love it when we get to see the depths of Kuroko's evil sense of humor.

*ponders* Kuroko is good at words, but Kagami is better at emotions and people. And Aomine is good at being stubborn, I think.