Akaashi

It was days after being raped that Akaashi finally took food from his assailant again. His cheeks had thinned out, becoming gaunt and his eyes developed hideous bags below that would've sent Yamaguchi into hysterics. It was supposedly Tuesday when he slipped from beneath the covers.

"Akaashi, please get out of bed. I said I was sorry over and over, I just couldn't help myself." The Tiger whined. "I brought you food! Your favorite!" He attempted, gesturing to the feast laid out upon the table.

"I'm not hungry..." He muttered, his head beneath the covers.

"You *have* to be hungry, you haven't eaten in a few days."

Akaashi slid the covers down, enough so that he could see the table. His eyes were narrowed as he slipped his nose from beneath the covers. The *nanohana no karashiae* smelled magnificent, and the scent pulled him from beneath the covers hesitantly. He swung his legs over the edge, his baggy shirt hiding his thin features, as well as his sweatpants. He frowned, casting his eyes down as he stood, limping to the table.

"I guess I am a little hungry." He said softly, sitting at the table without looking to the Tiger. "Thank you."

The Tiger said nothing, and a barely audible sigh ghosted through the mask. He shook his head and turned, pulling keys out of his pocket. Akaashi lifted his fork, taking a small bite. He watched the Tiger's choice of keys carefully. "Enjoy."

He unlocked the door and shut it behind him, the sound of the gears shutting and locking pricked at Akaashi's ears. He ate slowly, savoring the taste, as his mind shuffled through possibilities. He had never really seen the Tiger actually unlock the door. The man usually shifted so his keys were out of sight, whether it was unconscious or not, impeding Akaashi's vision. The key was new, the top rounded off and its color was a warm bronze. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, sitting back in his chair. He stared at the ciling as faint footsteps filled his ears.

He could steal it.

The question is, how would he? And how long would it take for him to realize it was gone?

If he forgot to lock it after entering, he could steal it. He's done it a few times, where he just barged in energetically. He could easily take it from him while he slept, but Akaashi couldn't sleep with him again. It would rip him apart inside even more so. He took another bite after swallowing. However, seducing him really wouldn't take much of anything, and he could just try and leave while the Tiger slept. That would be best case, but he would need to get clothes for the outdoor weather. After all, escaping hell only to freeze to death on some random street in the middle of some random place isn't something he found himself being quite partial to.

His ideas bounced off the walls of his head. "I guess I'll just have to seduce him, won't I?" He frowned, deep lines forming on his forehead. He stood, his face morphing in anger, twisting up as he growled and bared his teeth in a grimace. "*Fuck*!" He exclaimed, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he threw his empty glass across the room. It shattered brilliantly against the brick wall, the shards falling down like snowflakes. He continued screaming, his cries resembling an animals as he threw the wooden chair he was once sitting in. It broke up into pieces which he smashed against the ground in turn. He cried out again, his body quaking and he collapsed to the ground. He pulled his knees up to his chest.

Why him?

Deafening thoughts roared and his ears pulsed, and he rocked gently, his mind hitting him from every direction. He was betraying himself by succumbing to doing something so disgusting, so carnal. Worse, he was betraying Kuroo. Even if he did get out, Kuroo would never look at him the same. Surely, he would hate Akaashi, for betraying him and his body by laying with another at all.

His tears slowly came to a stop, his mouth closed slowly. His void expression settled back, this time below the surface only hatred brewed. He decided then he could do it easily. His life meant much more to him, and Kuroo could never truly feel disdain when Akaashi had no choice. He stood up easily, and began cleaning up all the pieces of glass and wood. He placed the largest fragment, the wooden leg of the chair, beneath his bed.

He removed all signs of his sanity slipping.

He even took a shower for the first time in a few days, washing his hair and drying it. He could smell the vanilla wafting from him. He strode across his room naked, pulling out a tight V-Neck and a small pair of loose boxers. Then, he laid and waited, sprawled across his bed promiscuously. It didn't take long at all of course, for Akaashi's rationality to creep in once again, and doubt his decision. After his fleeting moments of apathy and insanity, he realizes he should probably change before it was too late.

But alas, the door swung open and he couldn't back off from his plan anymore.

"Keiji-kun, I was wondering if-" The Tiger swung through the door, freezing. He couldn't tell what he was thinking, so he panicked for a moment. "Keiji-kun... Are you tempting me on purpose?"

Akaashi popped up into a sitting position, twiddling his fingers. "Well, Tiger-sama, I don't..."

The Tiger crept forward, taking long strides. He reached the edge of the bed quickly, cupping Akaashi's cheek. "You want me, don't you?"

Akaashi's heart pounded, fear chilling his blood. He tried his best to conceal the absolute dread he felt, as the Tiger stared into his eyes. "Y-Yes..." He tried, his breath catching.

The Tiger didn't do or say anything, simply stared into his eyes for a moment. Akaashi became unnerved by the lifeless, painted eyes. "I will show you my face, Keiji-kun."

Akaashi blinked, processing the information slowly. The Tiger stepped back, and Akaashi watched on, his bemused eyes carefully watching the Tiger's hands. He pulled the mask from the back over his face, first visible was his mustard colored hair, then his face. The facial features registered one by one, familiarity finding its way through his eyes.

"T-Terushima?"

"In the flesh," he grinned, winking.

Akaashi registered each word, each movement, at languid speeds. Each syllable drew out in his ears as the vines of his consciousness attempted to latch onto something, anything. Terushima stood before him. Terushima, who had dated previously, had kidnaped him.

"W-What about your tongue ring?" Akaashi blurted, his face contorted with confusion. Of course, with all his intelligence and diction, that's the first thing he says.

"My tongue-? Oh! My tongue ring!" He laughed. "Yeah, I took it out a few months ago and haven't worn it since."

Akaashi hummed in consideration, smiling a bit, before mentally slapping himself. When he had seen Yuuji's face he felt instant relief and a tinge of happiness, which he now felt almost guilty for. He was glad it was someone he was familiar with, because having some complete and random stranger rape him would've been a little more distasteful to Akaashi. However, he was still brutally raped, and seeing such a familiar face almost blew away all the memories for a moment. He couldn't explain it, but it felt almost like he was already freed from the containment. Maybe it was simply the fact that his assailant's face had been identified, and now he realized that the Tiger was not some demon, just a man.

A man that Akaashi knew exactly how to manipulate.

As Akaashi's brain caught up, he couldn't help the mischievous grin that spread across his face. He knew his smile could melt Terushima in the palm of his hand, just like butter.

"Honestly, Yuuji, this is totally different now..." Akaashi sneered.

"How so?" Obliviously, Terushima tilted his head with a questioning look.

"Now that I know it's just you, i'm not scared anymore." Akaashi lied through his gritted teeth. "I am much more comforted by you."

"R-Really?"

"Yes, yes, Yuuji, of course." Akaashi stood, strutting towards Yuuji. A sudden burst of confidence in the fact that he could get out made him close the space. He batted his eyes, pouring his lips sexily. He draped his arms around Terushima's neck, who stared dumbfounded. His tongue slipped out, snaking across his lip. He slid a hand onto his shoulder and up to his cheek. His eyes watched his own fingers dance across Teru's smooth cheek. He glanced up through his lashes. "But there is something I'd like to ask for..."

"Anything, Akaashi..." He gasped. "Anything for you."

Akaashi's other hand slithered down Yuuji's chest, gripping Terushima's length tightly. Teru grunted slightly, and Akaashi held him in place. "I want you to wear your tongue ring..." He whispered by Teru's ear, his hot, enticing breath tickling the man's neck.

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Akaashi watched the fan above him, counting the slow rotations as the chilly air beat upon his face. On one side of him, Terushima Yuuji lay sleeping quite soundly. He was naked, only a small sheet covering the bottom half of his muscular body. His lips were parted and face half smushed by the pillow and his hand beneath his cheek.

Akaashi hadn't quite taken into consideration how much will power it took to fuck someone you wanted to fucking strangle. At one point, his fingers did tempt his fate by resting lightly at Teru's nape. He was small, but he made up for his lack of strength with his intelligence. He did shred Yuuji's back with his nails with purpose, though, and Teru shrugged it off as a simple kink.

Akaashi bit his lip, rolling over two he could reach over the edge of the bed. He searched Teru's clothes, freezing every time he felt or heard movement. Finally, he felt the lanyard with the millions of keys.

"Tsk..." Akaashi grumbled. "How many of these fuckin' things do you really need?"

He found the small key easily, and realized there was a spare. Terushima would never notice. He turned the key over in his hands, sighing in relief. He closed his eyes, and sent a quick prayer to whatever there is he could think of: the christian God, Allah, Krishna, you name it.

Suddenly, Yuuji took in a sharp breath and Akaashi set the lanyard down and closed his fist around the key. He reached for the glass on the night stand, playing it off as he sipped the water.

"Ohayo..." Teru yawned, smacking his lips and rubbing his eyes. Akaashi set his glass down, and rolled over to face Terushima, concealing his arms as he snuggled beneath the covers.

"G'mornin', Yuuji, you making breakfast?" He smiled sweetly, hoping for a no.

"Nah, I'm sorry, love." He rolled out of the bed, grabbing his boxers and lanyard. "I have to work." He frowned, pulling up his underpants.

"Aw... Okay, be home soon?" Akaashi cooed, nearly vomiting in his own mouth.

"Of course!" Terushima placed a kiss on the top of his head, and left the room and the remainder of his clothes.

As soon as the door shut, Akaashi scrambled to gather his clothes for his spring away from the house. He made sure to find a jacket and blue jeans, and his trusty old converse lay by the door still.

Now, it was all a matter of timing.

Yuuji never came home for his lunch break, and considering he was already late, Akaashi calculated that he still had ample time if he arrived home at about five as usual. It was eleven o'clock, so he made an early celebratory lunch and a quick journal entry.

"Tetsu!" He began, scribbling with a broad smile.

"Yeah, so, it's been a while. I'm sure everyone is panicking by now (i mean i hope). I've kind of lost my mind, I've got to say... I'll explain everything later, but you're not allowed to hold it against me, because every choice i've made so far was more for me getting back to you in one piece than actual survival. my true fear is that you won't love me after this, but i know better. because you love me truly, and i love you with every fiber of my being. it will be all good." Akaashi couldn't help his maniacal little giggles. He truly had lost some sense. "But really, I'm getting out soon. If i don't i don't think i'll be able to piece back together my sanity. I'm kinda slipping through the cracks at this point. With all the love, Keiji."