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Warning: Disturbing Content

Akaashi

When the door opened, he glanced over his shoulder nonchalantly, pulling his sleeve back over his pale skin. "Kei- ji- kun! You look so cute!" He cried out, slamming the door behind him before locking it.

"Yeah, yeah..." Akaashi muttered under his breath, returning his attention to his book. However, his face flushed hotly as he realized just what he was wearing. He rolled over onto his back and slipped under the covers. He never changed out of his pajamas that day.

"Why are you hiding beneath the sheets?"

Akaashi heard all his movements as he got closer. His mind raced, attempting to find ways to change the conversation from the bed and the way he was dressed in a subtle way. He didn't want to trigger some primal desire of the Tiger. He closed his book, and kept his eyes down as he slipped back out of the bed. He moved around the corner, coming close to the Tiger, and attempted to pass him in a relaxed manner. He noticed the fall from the Tiger's voice. Maybe his day had been bad, or something made him tense up upon entering.

"I'm starving, I haven't eaten all day-..." Akaashi muttered as he stepped past the Tiger. The man spun around, his strong hand grabbing Akaashi by his wrist, and whirled him about to face him. Akaashi tensed up, his heart pounding in his chest. He struggled to maintain his breathing as the Tiger stepped closer. "I-Is something wrong, Tiger-... sama?" He choked out.

"No, nothing; I'm hungry as well."

Akaashi lifted his narrowed eyes, his glance incredulous. "Really?" He let out a breath he had been unconsciously holding. "Then I'll make something today, my treat!" He laughed humorously. He tested the grip around his wrist as he turned towards the kitchen, but it only tightened. He couldn't gage the emotions of his captor today. His mask concealed any clue Akaashi could use to adjust his behavior.

The man cocked his head, stepping ever so closely. Akaashi's eyes widened, realizing he flubbed up in several different ways and mannerisms. He truly was at a loss at this point in how exactly to handle the man, and his mind shuffled through a billion ways to readjust so this would go smoothly. He hadn't quite noticed the wrinkled and disheveled clothes and the mismatching socks, or the way the Tiger stood before him, and his excited tone beforehand did not bode well for him, nor did the comment on his appearance. His stomach was unsettled by the silent intimidation the Tiger imposed as he leaned his head close to Akaashi. He believed his first mistake was wearing these shorts in the first place, and the next could have been his decision to be friendly.

"So you say it's your treat..." He husked, yanking Akaashi to the other side of him.

He had panicked a few times before in the room, but this time his heart dropped into his stomach.

Some say fearing your death, knowing your death would come soon is somehow calming, but Akaashi begged to differ. He instantly resorted to tears, his throat contracting as adrenaline raced through his veins, his body shaking like a leaf. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground in a heap of sobs and snot. The Tiger seemed totally unaffected, and continued to drag him back to the bed. He pulled Akaashi up by the collar of his shirt easily, and tossed him onto the bed as if he weighed nothing more than a pillow. Akaashi scrambled away, his choking sobs turning into pleas and cries.

"Jesus, please, don't kill me! God, just don't..." He begged. His request sounded like a typical cry of mercy, a normal man begging for his life. However, Keiji could have died without a single regret or care in the world about a year or two ago. Today, his heart prayed for one last night with Kuroo. He just needed one last kiss and goodbye before he went.

The Tiger paused, before deteriorating into giggles. "Oh, my dearest Keiji..." He inched forward, on his hands and knees, through the sea of sheets. "I'm not going to kill you..."

Akaashi's back pressed up against the head board, and his knees drawn up to his heaving chest. His stricken pants continued, but his voice hesitated. "What the fuck are you doing then?"

"I'm hungry, Keiji, aren't you?"

Akaashi's brows drew together, bemused by this particular statement. "Then why the fuck are we on the bed? Normal fucking people eat food, not feathers from pillows or fragments of sheets!"

"Keiji... You truly are precious," He purred, grabbing his ankle in a quick motion and pulling him back towards him.

Akaashi felt a bit naïve, and even a bit silly for believing he would die at this moment, or be eaten literally. The momentary relief was incredibly short lived, and then replaced by suffocating and paralyzing horror. His turquois eyes glazed over as the Tiger ripped away his shirt, leaving him in his tight shorts and his battered chest bare. He began to think maybe he would rather be chopped up into little pieces at this juncture, rather than participate unwillingly in this infidelity.

Kuroo... Forgive me, oh please forgive me.

The Tiger pulled his own shirt up over his head and hastily unbuckled his jeans. Akaashi found himself in a sort of daze. He had convinced himself this was some lame, drawn out nightmare as the Tiger pulled a black cloth out of his back pocket. When the cloth was wrapped around his eyes and ties behind his head, everything was pitch black. He reached up to pull it off, but his hand was pulled away and pinned to the bed.

"I don't want you knowing who I am quite yet..." His voice came from somewhere above Akaashi as his other hand was pinned.

His self-inflicted obliviousness halted as he lashed out with his legs, kicking about as he cried out again. "Fuck this! No, Tiger, fucking stop it!" He didn't know it was coming, but a powerful hand swung across his cheek, splitting the skin. His head spun, little red spots forming in behind his closed eyelids.

His other senses intensified, and he became aware of the way his body felt against the bed, and the way the fingers of Tiger ran across his chest after he pinned him with only one hand. He could feel his hot breath on his cheek, and goosebumps scattered across his skin everywhere. "Keiji, if you struggle, I will make you regret it."

His words, despite the lack of emotion behind them, made Akaashi cringe away in fear. His lips parted to respond, his breath coming in short spurts. Before he had the chance to form words, the man pressed his lips against his tentatively, gently, as if truly nervous about breaking Akaashi. They were soft and reminded him of Kuroo's.

Tears welled up in his eyes once more, as the man shamelessly devoured his lips, and left his mark on Akaashi's neck and chest and navel. He didn't know what to do, his head pounded, and he longed to return to Kuroo. His hyperactive senses worked against him, as the man moved between his legs.

"Keiji, you're so dirty..."

"It's just a physiological response..." He whimpered.

"I beg to differ..." He muttered, as his fingers moved to different places causing Akaashi to cry out again. He willed himself away at this point, drowning out all that was around him with cherished and pure memories as the Tiger desecrated his body.

He thought about last Christmas, and how Yams bawled his fucking eyes out over the gift of an ugly Christmas sweater and a beautiful frame with a cute picture of them in horrid Christmas sweaters from high school Tsukki bought him. He thought about during the time of the New Year's celebration Hinata and Kenma almost burnt down the house trying to "cleanse" it with sage and lavender. He thought about Yachi and Kiyoko laughing in the lake after Yachi tipped the little row boat trying to get away from a dragon fly. He thought about during the summer they decided to have their own fireworks show, and Bokuto, Lev, and Kuroo nearly blew Oikawa away. Yaku scolded them for hours.

Most of all, he thought about Kuroo. He reminisced about all their kisses and songs they sng loud enough to disturb the neighbors. He thought about their wild nights out with their friends, and the days where they'd shut themselves away and ignore responsibility. He remembered the day Kuroo spoke about the love child they'd have, if they could that is.

He hardly noticed when the Tiger left him since he managed to throw himself so deeply into the loving and gentle memories of his friends, his family. After a few moments of the absence of a warm body above him, his shaking hand pushed the blindfold away. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide and body bare and shivering, wondering what he did to deserve something like this. He wouldn't wish this upon the worst wrong-doer.

He cracked then, squeezing his eyes shut as dry sobs wracked his frail body. He curled up into a ball, fumbling to pull the sheets up over him. His body shook violently, his arms wrapped around his knees. He cried so hard, he ran out of tears as he gripped at the sheets.

After a few hours, he calmed down. He stood, wincing in pain as he took his first few steps. He opened one of his drawers, pulling out a big t shirt and boxers. He dressed himself, and stumbled to the photo-wall across the room. He scanned through the images, trying to find one where Kuroo was visible, and in the top right he found one. Akaashi's side profile took up a good majority of it, but just behind him was the clear image of Kuroo with his typical smirk.

Akaashi held it to his chest, wiping his nose and sighing. He then simply returned to his bed, and prayed for sleep to bless him with rest and dreams of happiness.

(A/N) Yeah i'm crying sorry omg this was like so hard to write. i literally could hardly write it