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MidoTaka

Theme: Movie night accident

Rating: G

1630 words

Happy birthday Takao!

"Why am I the one who has to go down there?"

"Because you were the one who wanted to watch that movie."

"Are you scared, Shin-chan?"

"No, but you are."

"Wh-what? No! Ahem. I mean, I'm not. At all. Nuh-uh. Not me."

"Is that why you're trying to convince yourself in a million ways?"

"I'm not trying to convince myself." Takao said. Then, under his breath he added, "I'm trying to convince you."

"What's that?"

"Nothing. Is this your way of punishing me?" Because it sure as hell felt that way. Why would anyone-and anyone as big as Midorima to boost- ask their boyfriend to go down to the basement to check the electrical fuses? This was so a punishment. For making Midorima watch that movie. Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best of Takao's plans to snuggle in with his boyfriend, but he sure didn't expect it to back fire this much. What Takao had in mind was to freak out a little in front of Midorima and for the big man's big arms to circle and protect him all through the movie. Was that too much to ask? And instead, the big man complained through the whole thing, and Takao was seriously freaked out so he jumped up everytime Midorima touched him, afraid that somehow the creepy doll from the movie walked out of the dvd cover. So yeah, okay, it was a lot of backfire but still. What are big boyfriends for if they're not going to sacrifice themselves going down to the basement to check the fuses? Instead, Takao's big boyfriend was sending him down the dark creepy underground.

He was pulled from his thoughts of possible ways of dying down in the basement when he heard Midorima's voice. "No. You brought this on yourself."

"Hmph. I had a whole other kind of punishment in mind", he said under his breath, yet again. Takao was very expressive with a lot of things, once everything started, but somehow he always preferred subtle hints when it came to what he wanted. And of course the chances his boyfriend actually got what he wanted was..well it was high. But then Midorima took a special kind of pleasure playing dumb when it would embarrass Takao saying them out loud. And this was definitely one of those times. Takao could just see the hint of a smirk on the big man's face. That bastard.

"What's that, Takao?"

"Nothing." That. Big. Gorgeous. Sexy. Bastard.

"Are you going or what? It's getting cold here."

A thought occurred to Takao right then. A wicked thought. A sexy thought. "Well, if it's getting col-"

"No."

"Huh?"

"You're not getting out of going down there by distracting me with sex."

"I was not going to do that!" But he totally was.

"Yes, you were. Now, go down there and fix the fuses.the only thing you need to do is pull the switch."

"Then you do it!"

"I told you, you wanted the movie, you wanted the popcorn and your blended drink of a million ingredients. You were the one who's responsible for blowing the fuses so you are the one to fix them."

"You ate the popcorn too! And drank from my juice! Drank half of it actually."

"Nonsense. They were all yours."

"What's mine is yours, Shin-chan." He smirked because yeah, it was true.

"You're not getting away with technicality. Now, go. I'll be in the bedroom."

And that did it. Midorima waiting for him in the bedroom was the right kind of motivation. Okay. He could do this. He could.

He repeated the mantra to himself all the way down to the basement. God, it was dark in here. Why did they put the fuses in the basement anyway? Did they want people to be killed trying get their lights back? Would it kill them to have the fusebox up there in the kitchen or some other safe place? Yeah, it would apparently so they opt for killing us instea-

Bam! He hit his head to something and while he howled -yes, he was surprised he could howl- with pain, he tripped on something that sent him down flying. "Shiiiiit!"

A few seconds later, and he was sprawled on the basement floor, possibly bleeding to death, his head hurt that much.

"Kazu!"

Despite the pain in his head, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs-too loud and urgent though- and then bright light blinded him. "Hey!"

"Are you okay? What happened? Talk to me!"

"I fell."

"Yes, I can see that. Are you hurt? Did you hit something?"

"My head. Kinda hurts. A little. Did you call me Kazu?"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Huh? Uhh..three?"

"Yes, thank god. Can you sit up? Let me check your head."

Midorima helped him sit up. The pain dulled a bit but it still ached.

"Where did you hit?"

"Uhh, I don't know, something dangling from the ceiling?"

"No, silly, where on your head?"

Somehow, Midorima calling him 'silly' in that soft tone did funny things in his stomach. "Oh. Uhh, the back."

"Hold still." And then big hands held his head so tenderly, clearly afraid of hurting him further, just like he did so many times in bed. "Okay, looks like there's a small bump but no bleeding."

"Are you sure? That pain couldn't have been from a little bump."

He felt, rather than saw the tiny smile on his lover's face before he hid it. "Yeah, I'm sure. It's just a bump."

"Oh. Okay." Wait. "Where did you get that light?"

"It's called a flashlight. Maybe you should've picked it up before you came down here. Could've saved your big head."

"My head is not big." He could feel himself pout, but he couldn't help it. Pain made him cranky.

"It is now." Was Takao imagining things, or was Midorima teasing him? It was a rare thing to see him this playful, so Takao thought it was a shame his head hurt this much. He hoped it didn't hurt enough to commit it to memory.

"Hmph."

"Don't hmph me." Midorima's tone suddenly turned serious. all hints from that teasing and smile was gone. "You should've been more careful."

"I was. I mean..I just couldn't find the flashlight."

"It was on the table by the basement door." And the smirk was back.

"Well, it wasn't when I went down there."

"Yes it was. It's where I picked it up from coming down here."

Okay, fine, so maybe he forgot to take the flashlight with him. Moonlight was bright enough. He thought. Maybe.

"C'mon, let's get you up and in bed." Before he helped Takao up though, he went over to the fusebox and a second later, the lights were back.

"Showoff." Talking under his breath was becoming second nature to him.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Can you get up?"

"Yeah."

"Here, let me help." He held Takao's hand and pulled him to his feet. And then Takao was being ushered-albeit softly- up the stairs, into their bedroom, under the covers.

"Comfortable?"

Actually, he was. "Yeah. Thank you, Shin-chan." The pain had dulled a great deal by now so he was good.

"How's your head? Still hurts?"

He was just about to say no, when he realized this was an opportunity to let Midorima care for him, see how good his nursing skills were. Oh yeah, he could totally be wicked about this.

"Uhh, a little. I mean, it's a bump."

"Yeah." Was that another secret smirk? He was seeing a lot of those tonight. Or, he hit his head worse than he thought, and he was just seeing things.

"Did you call me Kazu before?"

"Hmm?"

"You heard me. C'mon, my head hurts, I'm in pain here." Was he whining? He was whining.

Midorima sighed. "You are not in that much pain."

"Yes, I a-"

"Yes. I did."

"Huh?"

"Yes I did. You scared me."

"Huh?"

"You screamed pretty bad down there."

"No I didn't."

"Yeah, you did. I don't even remember how I got down there."

"Oh. Shit, I'm sorry, Shin-chan, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No. I thought something happened to you. And that you were hurt."

"I think I got beat down by a lightbulb."

"No matter. It could've been worse, Takao. You could've hit your head in the worst possible way. Why didn't you take the flashlight?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" And he was. And just when he was going to complain about Midorima telling him off like a kid, he realized the vulnerable, caring look on his big lover's face. The mountain of a man had been worried about him. He smiled, because what else he could do? "I'm sorry for going down there without the flashlight. It was stupid of me. I'll be more careful next time."

"Next time?"

"Well, next time when the lights are out, I'll be sure to remind you to get the flashlight when you go down the basement to switch the fuses." He added a big grin to that for good measure.

And then the teasing smile was back on his lover's face. It was the most beautiful sight. "Yeah? Next time, I'm picking the movie, and no popcorn and blender at the same time. Now, get some sleep."

"But-"

"You need to rest. I think you've had enough excitement for one night. Being scared by a fictional doll and then beaten down by a lightbulb and all." And then the bastard smirked.

Well, gorgeous, sexy, big bastard.

Then he got under the covers with Takao and pulled his back to the front of his big body, arms encircling Takao's waist. Considering how the night had gone, Takao thought he did get what he wanted in the beginning after all.

Midorima's arms holding him tight.

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MidoTaka

Theme: Urgency

Rating: M

1088 words

"Fuckkkkk...!" Takao groaned as hips slammed into him from behind. Normally, neither of them swore much, Takao only urging Midorima on with how good he felt inside of him, but sometimes, the situation needed a good ol' swearing of the highest level.

Takao felt himself edging closer and one his hands moved to his cock without him even realizing. He felt like his balls weighed a ton where they were currently being slapped against by Midorima's.

They had their hard and rough because god knew Takao loved to be dominated by his giant of a lover, but today Midorima was particularly animalistic. The moment Takao heard him enter the house earlier that day, he heard the big man leave his keys by the door and tell him -literally command Takao- to meet him in the bedroom. Actually, his exact words were, "Kazunari. Bedroom." At first Takao was excited, he liked his lover's control in bed, it was a thing of beauty, but the rough way Midorima grabbed his hips and smashed his lips against his, Takao knew this was a desperate moment. His lover wanted to forget himself in Takao, and Takao was going to oblige. These times didn't come often, as a doctor Midorima was used to the trauma and drama of the operating room, but when they did, these moments were hard for him. And Takao knew this was particularly tough, because his usually patient and considerate lover all but tore his pants off and threw him on the bed before taking his own off and pouncing on Takao. Big hands grabbed his hips and a finger then two entered his hole before he felt lips against his ear. "Kazunari." He heard the desperation there. The urgency. His lover, the man he loved and cherished was telling him he couldn't be patient today. His hands blindly grabbed the bottle of lube they kept on the dresser, and clumsily took the cap off. He was already rock hard because Midorima took his fingers off and now was rubbing his cock against his from behind. From all their years together, Takao got used to Midorima's expert fingers' slight sting inside him, but he still needed to get ready for the rest. Midorima was much bigger and thicker than his graceful fingers after all.

He panted while he rubbed some lube around his own hole. It was hard, because Midorima was still leaning over him, but then he felt his lover take over and he let himself to his expert hands. It wasn't long before Midorima slipped two fingers inside him again, and he started to pant. Then a third finger stretched him, he felt a bit of sting but it was gone almost as soon as he felt it. Then Midorima whispered in his ear again, his voice rough, "Kazunari. Now." Takao nodded, he didn't even know if Midorima could see him, but then he felt the big man move.

They both groaned at the first contact. The head of of Midorima's cock slipped easily inside and before Takao could beg for more, Midorima slammed into him and was buried inside completely. Any other time, Midorima would wait a few seconds to savor the pleasure of being so completely buried inside Takao, but not today. As soon as he was swallowed whole in Takao's ass, he moved out only to slam back again. It was rough, it was fast, and with every thrust Takao felt like he inched closer to the headboard. It wasn't long before he felt himself coming to the edge, with Midorima's silent grunts in his ear, with the tight grip of big hands on his hips that would surely leave a mark on his skin, with the slapping of Midorima's balls against his own. When his hand desperately moved to his own cock, he felt Midorima stop him.

"Not yet. Together." There was nothing for Takao to do but to listen to that strong voice.

"Yes. Together." He was breathless and close, but he waited for his lover. He waited until Midorima told him he could come.

He felt the big man's pace increase and his pounding become more intense than it already was. The force of Midorima's thrusts soon pushed him into the sheets, his face being buried there while he panted and whimpered his painful pleasure. Just then, Midorima leaned down and covered him from behind to whisper in his ear, "Now, Kazunari. Come." And his control slipped. His lover's hand gripped him hard while slamming impossibly deep, and Takao felt himself come. Over and over. He felt Midorima come as well, endless wave of warmth pumping inside him. They stopped using condoms a few years back, having been together more than a decade.

Just when he came back down to earth, he felt Midorima's whole wight come down on his body. They were both panting, and to hear his lover sexually sated and resting on him made Takao sigh. Midorima didn't stay for long though, he knew he was heavy and always moved away quickly lest he crush Takao-his own words. Takao felt him slip off of him too but it wasn't long when he returned with a cloth. He wiped his cum off the insides of Takao's hips and then slipped them both under the covers before he pulled Takao to his own body. His front to Takao's back. He held on tightly. Perhaps a little too tightly, and a bit stiffly.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, just as Takao knew he's ask no matter how bad a place he was at.

"No." He waited for only a beat before he asked, "Are you okay?" But he already knew the answer.

Midorima sighed before he answered. "Not really. But..thank you."

Takao didn't ask any more questions. He knew they'd talk about it in the morning. They always talked after the storm of Midorima's emotions have passed. In the meantime, he let his lover hold him, as much and as tight as he needed.

Through the night and into the morning, Midorima woke him two more times. The first time was just as hard and fast as the first time that day, Midorima needing to feel in control. But the last time, in the morning, he was gentler, slower. He took his time on Takao's body, making him beg and whimper, it was probably another way for him being in control, but when they finally made love, he looked Takao in the eyes in every thrust until they came, together.   

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I’ve always enjoyed that kind of thing—thinking about the production of narrative and why it is that when we read a novel, we don’t notice the fact that someone who might be very close-mouthed or tight-lipped is perfectly willing to tell us a story in 600 or 700 pages.

Matthew Tobin Anderson (via writersrelief)

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I don't know who you are, but I just finished reading your MidoTaka stories and they're absolutely amazing. Please write more! You're a fantastic writer and that pairing is so cute! <3

Thank you anon! ♥

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Hihi, do you still take requests? I'm really happy that you just so happened to post a new fic (after so long!) right after I found you, talk about luck!! I'd be asking for nsfw if that changes anything, and as much as i'm a multishipper at heart, there is about a 112% chance of me asking you for midotaka XDD I have an idea already <3

Hello!Thanks for your message! Inspiration doesn't like me these days-I don't know why, I even offered cookies- but tell me about your idea and I might give it a try. MidoTaka is one of my favorite pairings along with AoMomo so for their sake I might risk poking inspiration in the face and see what happens. I'm okay for nsfw when it comes to MidoTaka so talk to me! :)

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Hello! I wasn't sure if you take requests or not but is there anyway you could write Akamido? With lots of smut yes lots! Lol I love your blog by the way! :)

Hi anon! Thanks for the message and glad you like my blog :) I haven't had much inspiration lately, but even if I did, unfortunately I do have a no-no or two when it comes to what pairings I write about-and wait for it- anything involving Midorima with anyone other than Takao is one-and even them I like in a certain way *cough*MidoTaka*cough*But thanks for asking!

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MidoTaka

Theme: Birthday

Rating: M

6194 words

It all started a few days ago, this relentless routine of sleepless nights. For the last five years, ever since they started living together, Midorima had bought a gift that Takao hinted at for his birthday. Mostly he felt like cheating for taking the hints, but his boyfriend always acted so happy and surprised that Midorima thought either Takao was very good at acting, or he was just unaware of how he was pointing him in the right direction. It was probably the latter. Takao had the tendency to show his love for things in general. He always seemed so genuinely happy to show Midorima whatever it was that pleased him. And for five years, Midorima had taken this routine to heart and followed the line of his boyfriend's happiness and managed to get him what he wanted. And Takao always smiled and thanked him, first conventionally and then, later in bed, very much sexually. It was the best part of Takao's birthdays. Not that their sex life was lacking in any way, but on Takao's birthdays..It was something else. Even now, thinking about it made Midorima blush and left breathless.

But right this moment, while sitting on his desk, trying to gather his thoughts, Midorima had absolutely no damn idea what to get Takao for his birthday this year. It all went down the drains completely only a few days ago. He had a plan, just like always, he was to wait for the hints and all like clockwork they started dropping down on him like rain. But the thing was, every time Takao made a big fuss about something he loved, Midorima ended up getting it for him right away.

The final straw was exactly three days ago. They were getting back home after seeing a movie Takao had been nagging him about seeing, and they happened to walk by an old bookshop. It was one of those little shops, not stores just shops because it was cosy and homely that way, and Takao stopped abruptly. The next thing Midorima saw was Takao pressed against the window of the shop, nose stuck and breath fogging the window, he was staring at the display. Before Midorima could ask what he was looking at so intently, Takao turned to him with a look of wonder on his face. Midorima didn't know what made his boyfriend look that way but it made something do flips in his stomach. He wanted to hug him to himself so tightly and kiss his lips with a passion that could only be compared to the fires of hell. But his thoughts were interrupted when Takao tugged at his arm and said, "Look, Shin-chan, an early copy of The Little Prince. I didn't know it could still be found." He turned to look at the book in question, and so did Midorima.

"Little Prince?" He heard of the book, from long time ago. It was a children's book, one that talked about a boy, on the moon or something? He never paid much attention. Now it looked like he should have.

"Yeah, you know the book? My mother used to read to me when I was a kid. She had a translated copy, but she always said it lost something in meaning in translation. This looks like in original text." While he talked, Takao turned towards the window again, fingers of one hand lifting to rest on it. It looked to Midorima like the book was calling to him. And the wonder on Takao's eyes..it was a sight Midorima would never forget.

"Well..You want to go inside? Take a look?" It was the only thing to do now with his boyfriend looking at the boom this way.

"Nah. It's pretty special, I could never afford it."

"You can never know if you don't ask, idiot."

"But I do know."

"How?"

Takao pointed towards the window. "I can see the price put on it." When Midorima got closer to take a look, he saw that it was indeed a bit pricey. It looked like books, like wine, earned more value with years.

He was just about to say something, he wasn't sure what, Takao cut off his thoughts again, "Let's go Shin-chan." He tugged at his arm again and dragged him away from the bookshop. Midorima let him, because there was nothing to do when Takao said the final word, and he knew it was final when he said 'let's go'.

"Why didn't you go in?" He couldn't help but ask, because no matter what, he knew someway they could get it.

"It's okay."

"That's not an answer, Takao. Why didn't you go in?" It was a little unsettling that his always open and honest boyfriend was being exactly the opposite right now.

"Isn't it, Shin-chan?" He smiled and reached up to give him a quick peck on the lips but Midorima wasn't to be swayed now.

"Tell me." He grabbed Takao's hand and pulled him to a stop. The blush on his face, together with the fact that Takao refused to look at him meant something was up, but not necessarily bad.

"Takao.."

"Fine! I..we should save up." He knew this was coming, he guessed it. It wasn't that they were doing bad money wise, but they've been talking about moving to another place for a while now, a place they owned instead of the one they rented now. It was so humbling that Takao had considered this. He was usually the live-now-think-later kind of guy.

"Is that why?" It was a stupid thing to say but at that second it was all he could come up with. "You wanted that book." It wasn't a question, and Takao didn't answer. But he saw the blush. "We'll get it." He made a move to go back to the shop but Takao grabbed his hand and stopped him. When he turned to look at him, he saw a broad smile on his face.

"It's okay, Shin-chan, really. I mean, it was nice to see it. It reminded me of old days, that's all. You know, memories?" His tone was back to its normal teasing one and Midorima sensed none of the flicker of melancholy just a few minutes ago.

"Idiot." But he still let Takao lace his fingers with his and drag him home.

The next day he had gotten him the damn book. It turned out it was an early edition, not the first one, but one of the very early ones, and he even managed to get the seller go down on the price a bit. It wouldn't have made a difference if the guy didn't back down because the minute he entered the shop that book was his anyway. It was a bonus though.

The plan was to give the book to Takao for his birthday, and surprise him because this year he was going to surprise him. Even though he thought Takao never suspected his presents before hand, even though he gave the clues himself, a part of him said he knew. But this time Midorima played his part well, or at least he thought so. He pretended to pester him a bit more about the book, and Takao told him it didn't matter, that it was just a moment's reaction, and then Midorima expertly pretended to let go of it, after giving a  big fat sigh that could've shamed any professional actor. He knew Takao bought his act the moment he started kissing him and taking his clothes off. Midorima felt especially proud at that moment. And when his boyfriend started whispering naughty nonsenses in his ear, he felt happy. And when Takao's hand went down to his zipper, then right inside his pants and made contact with his cock, he pretty much stopped thinking of what he felt. With the excitement of his plan at the back of his mind somewhere, he let Takao touch him at his heart's content, and then when he couldn't take his boyfriend's mouth on his skin anymore, and felt like he could explode any moment, he dragged a moaning Takao to bed and showed him exactly how he made him feel with his mouth, and then, when Takao all but begged him to end his torture, he loved him with every inch of his flesh.

The point where the plan took a hit was the next day, after he got the book and came back home. When he made an excuse and left Takao to meet up with Kuroko, they met up with them sometimes, with Kuroko and Kagami, baKagami. But this time, he made up an excuse and told him he'd meet with them later. He couldn't remember what excuse he came up with but now that he thought about it, it must've been a lame one because when he came back later that evening, Takao's eyes were unusually intent on his every move. A couple of times he could swear he saw him narrow his eyes at him. But Midorima tried not to think much about it, he was, after all, acting behind Takao's back so he was probably being paranoid. It turned out he was quick to come to that conclusion when Takao finally confronted him.

"What did you do today?" He had that narrowed eyed look on his face.

"I told you,I had something to do."

"Hmm." This didn't look good. When he said 'hmm' like that and nothing more, it usually spelled trouble for Midorima.

"What?!" It wasn't like him to want to swear, but at that moment he wanted to swear a blue streak for falling for that. He shouldn't have reacted this way, should've stayed calm and ignored Takao's prodding, instead of giving away his discomfort.

"I didn't say anything. Why so nervous, Shin-chan?" Midorima could swear he heard a smirk in that question but the face gave nothing away. It made his blood boil. Why, and how, did this man manage to make him feel this much, this easy? Takao could so easily make him spill everything right now, but Midorima was determined not to cave. Takao was not getting anything from him today.

When he refused to say anything, fearing he could give away his plan, Takao seemed to get impatient. He should've known he wasn't the only one who could read the other. After all these years together, Midorima knew his boyfriend inside out. He wanted to give an evil grin. So not like his character, but again, the circumstances called for it.

But then his pride at himself died at his gut when Takao spoke next.

"Did you go to that bookshop?" And he looked right into his eyes. That look that earned him the name Hawk's Eye. Nothing escaped that look. It was almost scary, and it could've been intimidating, had Midorima been the fearing type. But, as Takao put it once, he was a monster, and monsters didn't get scared off by a mere look.

He looked Takao straight in the eye.

After what it felt like half an hour, Takao gave a sigh, "I hope you didn't go to that bookshop and didn't buy that book, Shin-chan, I told you."

 "What? What made you think that?" He knew he was walking a thin line here, but for the sake of being believable he had to do it. The things he did for this idiot.

His boyfriend, as he well knew, wasn't the least bit stupid. "I went to that bookshop. The book was sold." Goddamn.

"What?!" The truth was, his reaction was to the fact that Takao actually went to the bookshop, but to his luck, Takao thought it was about the book itself.

"Ah..You didn't get it?" He still looked suspicious though.

"Why would I get the damn book? We said we were saving up for the house. You said so yourself."

For a fraction of a second, he thought he saw surprise and something else on Takao's face, but it was gone an instant later, before he could read into it.

"Ookay. Good. Because you shouldn't have gotten the book."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child, idiot."

"Did you get the book?"

"Takao!"

"Fine. Have it your way. But Shin-chan, we are trying to save up, so if you've go-"

"Takao. Enough."

But of course, as always, his boyfriend wasn't one to be fazed by harsh tones. Honestly, it was one of the reasons why Midorima loved him, but right this second, it was getting on his nerves.

Takao went on as if he was never interrupted, "If ," he paused to give him a pointed look, "you've happened to buy it, it would be best to return it. It really, and I mean, really, is not necessary at the moment." He finished with yet another pointed look which scraped on more of Midorima's nerves.

"Are you done?" His clipped tone wasn't just the result of Takao sounding like he was telling him off, he knew he was just looking out for both of them, but more the fact that he was caught in his intentions.

When he looked towards Takao to give him a reprimanding look of his own, he saw the small smile and all the anger left him. Well, almost.

"Yep, I'm done." Then Takao came closer and sneaked a hand in his hair and reached up to his lips, and this time, all was really forgotten, only to be replaced by a hunger that no one but this man could sate.

  And all the rest of that day, filled with moments of pure lust and pleasure, the moans and whispers, and the night, and the next morning, it all led up to this moment, during the day before Takao's birthday, this moment where he was sitting on his desk, his head between his hands, thinking of what to do. How to proceed. He knew he was giving the book to Takao, there was no question about it. He never, even for a second, considered of returning it, because quite simply put, it was going to make Takao happy. Midorima still remembered that wondering look on the man's face, it wasn't something he could forget easily. Thinking about it now, it still did things to his insides. He was usually cold and collected, he wasn't the kind of guy who expressed his feelings as openly as Takao, and he knew he didn't say it often or enough, but at the end of the day, he loved that man. And whatever that made him happy, no matter how frustrating, or annoying it would be, and no matter of how much of a gag reflex it normally would've caused Midorima, it was going to be done. This simply was it. It was hard to comprehend, even to Midorima sometimes, but the fact was a fact. It always ended up that way. So yeah, Takao was getting the book. The question was, how to give it. Because Midorima knew, he knew, the guy was going to make a fuss, was going to make a deal out of how they have been saving to move to a place of their own, and how it was just a memory that it woke, how it was 'okay'. And Midorima didn't want to have that conversation. He didn't want to try to convince him that he simply wanted to make Takao happy, and this was a way to do it so he was doing it. Because, honestly, he wasn't good with words. He would try, but he knew he'd end up not coming even slightly close to what he really wanted to say, to what he actually felt, and still Takao would understand, and it'd only make things worse. Not worse as in bad per se, but worse in the sense that it would't be what Midorima actually wanted to say.

He wished he could be good with words. It wasn't expressing himself that was the problem, he was a well educated guy, but it was more expressing himself with words, out of his mouth, to Takao's face, that was the problem. Somehow, when he looked at that face, at those shrewd eyes, that knowing look, he'd choke up. His brain would freeze while his face would burn.

Suddenly, his head snapped up. It was such an easy answer. Right there in front of him too. Right this second, sitting on the desk, it was looking at him and it felt like a  lightbulb switched on in his brain.

So. It was easy, and simple, and it was a tiny bit stupid maybe, silly. And he was going to do it.

  21 November

  Takao woke up to find Midorima's side of the bed empty. He dragged one arm over the spot where the other man clearly had been sleeping only a short while ago because the mattress still had the indentation left from his body. The spot was warm. Takao smiled, his eyes still closed. He couldn't even bring himself to open his eyes, he felt so tired after last night.

He went to bed around eleven, alone, because Midorima said he was going to check something online and then he'd be there. Takao suspected the man was up to something but after the conversation they had about the book the other day, he didn't want to push it. Though he knew Midorima was up to something. Definitely. He knew the man inside out and he knew when the man was lying about something. And Takao knew exactly what he was lying about. The book. Part of him wished he never brought it up because Midorima probably had gotten fixed on the thought of getting it for him. But Takao couldn't help it, he couldn't help but sharing the memory of his mother reading that book to him when he was young. It did make him sound pansy, he sure would've made fun of anyone about this if it had happened to someone else, but there was no helping it, he did cherish the memory, it put a smile on his face. And for that very reason he just had to share it with that brute. And of course, the softer side of the 'monster' he claimed to be, Midorima just had to be fixated on the idea of getting it. He knew it. He guessed it the day he was going to meet with Kuroko, and that was why he left the other guy early and went around to the bookshop and when the seller told him he just sold the book that morning, he knew for sure. He didn't even need to ask for a description of the guy who bought it. That man..He was so predictable. He couldn't help but smile again.

And last night, around midnight, the 'monster' had woken him up with a very sexy whisper of 'happy birthday' that still ringed in his ears and for the next hour had showed him exactly how 'happy'. Takao shivered even now, thinking about the way Midorima kissed his way down his body, licking and sucking, and in especially sensitive spots, biting. He loved it when he bit him, and that was probably why he didn't do it as often as Takao would've liked it. The brute. But he had to admit, it did make the times when he did bite him much more pleasurable because they were unexpected. Unexpected and delicious.

Takao moaned and forced himself up because the longer he stayed in bed, the more he would remember and then he would have to call for Midorima and they would be delayed for the day they planned. Even though it would be worth it. So worth it that Takao was momentarily tempted to call out to Midorima.

"Shin-chaan!" No sound. Now that he thought about it, he didn't hear any sound coming from the house ever since he woke up. No sounds of Midorima making him breakfast and bringing it to bed. No sound of the doorbell ringing to show a delivery man with the special gift Midorima had ordered for him. Okay maybe that last one was a little too much but still.

After a couple of more minutes of being torn between staying in the warm bed and getting up to wish a good morning to his boyfriend, Takao finally made his decision and move up to the bathroom to wash his face.

When he made his way to the living room, Midorima was nowhere to be found. And since he could clearly see into the kitchen, the man was clearly not there either. Which begged the question, where the hell was Midorima?

"Shin-chaaaan!" He made his voice loud enough so even the neighbors could hear. Nothing.

So. Midorima wasn't home. On his birthday. He didn't dwell on that much though, he knew the other man would be back soon enough. So Takao made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of the coffee Midorima had enjoyed in the mornings.

With the coffee cup in his hands he remembered that perhaps his boyfriend had left whatever he was doing last night before he came to him to wish him happy birthday. He made his way to the study and saw it empty. The desk, though, was a mess. Which was highly unusual. Midorima wasn't the kind of man to leave a mess anywhere, the man had even put things in order in other people's houses for God's sake, let alone his own desk in his own study. So Takao walked over to the desk where a bunch of papers were clattered around and reached to gather them together.

It was then that he saw the paper on the very top of the mess. He wouldn't have read it in any circumstance, no matter they were a couple he never had a habit of snooping, had it not have his own name written on it. In Midorima's handwriting.

The beginning of what he understood to be a letter was his name written in different addressings. It had the words 'Takao', 'Dear Takao' and what he suspected looked like 'Dear Kazunari' with the word 'dear' scratched out pretty hardly, on it. Somehow the childish mutiny against the endearment made him smile. Midorima was a lot of things, he was considerate and emotional as opposed to what other people might've thought about him, he was also very arrogant and frustrating at times, but Takao knew the man to be very very closed up emotionally. It was as if he was allergic to any kind of endearment. Of course he was different with Takao, he was learning to be different. They've been together many years now and they knew each other inside out, but that still didn't stop them from learning more. They were changing every day that passed and discovering new things about the other. Over the years Takao learned to be more rational like the man he called his lover, and Midorima learned to be more open with his emotions, more expressive. He was still learning but Takao was more than happy to teach.

Underneath the scratched attempts that made him smile, he saw the letter had actually started with a simple 'Kazunari'.

So he read it.

  Kazunari,

I keep thinking of what to write, I didn't think even addressing the letter would be this hard, but anyway, I come up empty. Up until this page I crumpled and threw away so many that you'd probably tell me I was being mean to trees. And I probably was. But I kept trying for this to be perfect, but every time I tried I just had to start over. I'm not happy with what I write, I thought I was good at writing, with words. I thought maybe it was the speaking that was the problem so I thought it was genius of me to actually write down what I wanted to say instead of 'saying' it your face. But this is just as damn hard. Really, I tried so many pages, this is getting ridiculous. So what the hell, I'll just write this here now, I probably won't be showing this to you anyway. Yeah, this'll probably find its way to the others I threw in the bin. But maybe this'll help me write better? Does that make sense? Without the pressure I might be able to come up with something intelligible as expected of me. You'd probably laugh at this and say, "arrogant man..". You'd probably laugh at this as well, and then this, and then this as well.. And then this would go on and on, so I'll stop. I'm not making sense.

What to say? I have absolutely no clue. I guess I should've started by wishing you a happy birthday. Damn. Yes, that's how I should've started this letter. Anyway, happy birthday. Surprising huh? Very unexpected I presume.

I guess I should now go on to say how I wish all your wishes would come true, as lame as it is. Actually, scratch that, I wish I could make all your wishes come true. That way it would be more satisfying. I wouldn't only witness your happiness when they came true, I would be the one to make that happen. I know the end result is the same, but it would be better that way.

I should tell you many more years and birthdays too. But not alone, never alone. With me. I would like to be there when you celebrate more birthdays, and I'd like to wake you up in the middle of the night like last night. Can you believe, even I didn't expect that from myself. I was, I think, around the second or third attempt in writing this letter and I realized it was midnight which meant the 21st. Your birthday. I know that idiot Kise would try to send you a message at that exact time because he enjoys annoying me, idiot, so to let you know, I've put your phone in silent mode. And put it in the drawer on your side.

Anyway, what was I saying? Well, I guess I love you and all that. God, this sounds lame even to me, how do you put up with this? If I were with me, I would've dumped my ass years ago. You must have the patience of a saint or something. Maybe instead of wishing you a happy birthday, I should congratulate you on your ability to endure me as your boyfriend? 

I'm getting carried away again. How hard is this? When I came up with this idea last night, I was very pleased with myself, but now that I've spent sleepless hours trying to write this thing down I realize maybe I was mistaken. Just for this admittance alone I should destroy this letter. But I'll finish it first. I've wasted this much space. I wouldn't want to be this mean to whatever tree this came from.

Ah, where was I? This is getting seriously ridiculous, there's no way I'm showing this letter to you now. But since I've started, I might as well finish. You know me, I have to finish what I started. Even though the same cannot be said for my previous attempts.

Yes, I'm definitely not showing this to you.

Anyway, I bought you that book by the way. I'm sure you've guessed it by now. You can always tell. Nothing gets away from that Hawk Eye of yours. I thought it would be a good surprise, or at least as surprising as it would be to you. I know you said we should save up, and we will, but you know there was no way I could pass up that chance. I think the way you tried to brush it off, I could've let it go if it was something else, but it was a book, an early edition too, there isn't another one, and you never know if there would be another idiot like you out there who wanted it this much.

I apologize for calling you an idiot. If you could believe it, I meant it in the most endearing way. Really, congratulations to you about me.

So yeah, accept the damn book when I give it to you. If it makes you feel any better, I convinced the seller to go down on the price. I told him it was going to be a gift for someone. I told him it reminded you of your childhood with your mother. He gave me a weird look,I think he thought something sad about your mother. If only he knew she almost caused me to become a vegetarian just last week with all that meatloaf she shoved down my throat. But anyway, I'm nothing if I'm not strategic, so I let him believe whatever he wanted and so he came down on the price.

My purpose for this was to tell you I got you the book that reminded you of your mother, and that you should accept it like a good boy. I hope you don't be an idiot and tell me I shouldn't have or that we were going to save up for a house. We can still save up, and this is a gift. So accept it.

It's a bit stupid telling you all this when I know I won't be showing this letter to you. Nevertheless..

Takao..Kazunari..

I love you.

By the end of the letter the words got a bit blurry and Takao saw a wet spot on the bottom corner. He smiled. It wasn't Midorima's tear that fell on the page of course, and when he heard the outside door open and close, he quickly wiped away that one pansy tear and left the study.

Before he left though, he made sure he left the mess as he found it.

When he saw his boyfriend in the kitchen with his back to him, he was glad he got lucky Midorima didn't see him come out of the study.

When his boyfriend turned to him, he all but ran to him and wrapped his arms around him and held on for dear life.

  Midorima was pleasantly surprised at Takao's greeting. It must've been the birthday effect. Or last night. Although there was something different with this hug. He heard Takao inhale deeply, and tugged him away.

"Good morning." He leaned down to give the smaller man a kiss. He intended for the kiss to be a soft one, but Takao was so passionate in his response that he felt the bag he was holding slip off his fingers and fall to the floor with a thud. He couldn't even remember what he bought that made the sound. If anyone asked, he suspected he couldn't even be able to tell his own name with the way Takao was kissing him. And then Takao's hands were in his hair, his legs desperately trying to close around his waist. He knew what his boyfriend wanted. He easily took Takao's weight and lifted him off the floor, the same instant Takao's legs locking around his waist. They kissed all the while, didn't stop until Midorima moved them over to the couch and leaned him over and they needed the air. They were both gasping for air as he pressed Takao down on the couch. But he was held back with both hands that now pushed him against the back.

"Let me straddle you Shin-chan." Takao didn't wait for an answer though, not that Midorima was going to object. They kept kissing in a way that Midorima thought he was going to die of the sensations. Takao was now sitting on his lap and kissing him and touching him and moaning into his mouth. It was almost too much for Midorima to take.

A few endless minutes of kissing that felt like hours to Midorima passed and he felt Takao's hands tug at the buttons of his pants. Takao usually liked to lead during sex but this time he was extra persistent and Midorima felt like he was supposed to let him do whatever he wanted. So he let him. Let him get the buttons off, all the while kissing his way down his body that felt like sweet torture. He knew where Takao was going, he felt like he should be the one doing this to him instead but all those selfless thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind when he felt Takao's hand close around his now free erection, and his mind short circuited for a second.

When he looked down he saw Takao was kneeling in front of him, his mouth only inches away from where Midorima wanted it. He heard himself groan when Takao increased the pressure and started moving his hand in a lazy rhythm. The damn man smiled a broad smile, eyes looking straight into his own, the blue so very mesmerizing that Midorima felt like he wasn't going to be able to look away. Then that mouth that he was kissing just a minute ago, closed around his erection and his head snapped back with the sensation. At first, Takao moved slowly up and down his cock, but then Midorima's hips bucked before he could stop himself and Takao increased his speed.

So much went through Midorima's mind. The feel of Takao's mouth around his cock, the way his tongue touched the tip, licked the length of him, and those sinful hands stroking both his cock and his balls. Before he realized it, one of his hands went to tangle in the hair of the man who was giving him pleasure beyond words, and the other hand clawed through the couch cushions.

"Ah..Takao.." He felt the pressure. He was so close now, all he could think about was to hold on, long enough to grab and pull the man in front of him to his lap and bury himself inside that heat.

"Takao..stop. Stop..I'll come." He pulled at his hair and only then did Takao let go of him. With a goddamn pop. He had to squeeze himself really hard in order not to come right then and there. He heard himself moan.

"Let me finish you off." He bent his head down and Midorima knew if that mouth made contact with his cock, he'd explode. So he held Takao's shoulders and pulled him on his lap.

"No. Inside. I want to be inside you." He knew he was speaking Tarzan but there was no helping it, he was lucky he could still form full sentences.

He saw Takao smile again, before he lifted himself up and guided Midorima's erection inside him. The instant he was sheated fully inside, he grabbed Takao's lips for a passionate kiss that he knew stole the other man's breath. Takao only managed to lift himself up and down his erection only a couple of times before Midorima exploded and all but blinded by the fireworks that formed behind his lids.

When he came down, he was still inside Takao, and his boyfriend was looking at him with an intense look in his eyes, his arms locked around his neck. Lips swollen from their kisses and face flushed. Midorima decided this was his new favorite position, Takao riding him like this. He had full view of Takao's face, those lips right before him, ready for his kisses. That neck, open to his bites. His own body felt so good under the warmth of Takao's.

The next couple of hours they both forgot anything else, the arrangement they made with friends to celebrate Takao's birthday, the breakfast Midorima had planned to prepare for Takao, even the book he gently placed on Takao's bedside before Midorima left early in the morning to go to the market. If Takao hadn't gotten up from Midorima's side of the bed after cuddling his pillow, and if he paid a little more attention to his surroundings after he came back from the bathroom, he would've seen the early copy of The Little Prince, waiting there for him, with a single piece of paper inside it that said, 'To Takao.'

But he didn't see it, not yet, not until, long after his boyfriend had showed him just how much he loved him using his body, and after he let Takao enjoy his body to his heart's content, all tempting and teasing, all sweet pain and pleasure.

And now, as they lay in bed, with Takao sprawled over his body staring with that look of wonder on his face that Midorima had come to enjoy seeing, he thought he never would've imagined the day would come when he would be so content lying under the weight of another man. The last thought that crossed his mind before he drifted into the most peaceful sleep was 'love'. What he didn't realize though, was that the thought had actually travelled through his lips with a soft whisper, all the way to the ear of the man who lay atop him, with a broad smile on his lips.

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MidoTaka

Theme: Christmas party

Rating: M

2504 words

"What was that?"

"Shin-chan! You heard me the first time, don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about."

"No. I didn't catch it. What is this about a christmas party?"

Takao gave the other man what he believed was his toughest look, but it seemed like Midorima didn't much care for it from the looks of it. He sighed. I can never pull off scolding.

"This is the last time I'm saying this. We're invited to Akashi's house for a Christmas party this year," when Midorima opened his mouth, Takao talked over him, "and everyone else is going so we're going too."

Midorima stared at him for a second. "Who is everyone else?"

"Everyone, Shin-chan."

"Everyone."

"Yes!"

"That's everyone in the world? Everyone we know? Everyo-"

"Oh my god! Everyone as in Kuroko, Kagami, Aomine, Momoi, Kise, Kasamatsu, Murasakibara, Himuro and the other guys from our old teams and some people Akashi knows."

"Now, was that hard to say?"

"Yes!" Takao groaned. He loved this man more than anything, but sometimes, he seriously considered hitting him in the head with a pan.

"Is the dog coming?"

"What?"

"The dog."

"What dog?"

"Kuroko's little minion."

"Tetsuya 2?"

"Yes. That."

"First of all, it's a he. And secondly, yes, he's coming. He goes everywhere Kuroko goes."

Midorima groaned. Takao knew the man treated Tetsuya 2 with caution ever since the dog peed in his rickshaw, though if anyone asked Midorima he's say he hated the dog. Takao knew the truth though, as opposed to what Midorima insisted, he was a softie in heart, and more than once Takao saw him pet the dog discreetly. He smiled to himself with the memory.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. So the party is tonight. At eight. We'll all take a limo. And before you ask who 'we all' are, it's you, me, Kuroko, Kagami, Aomine, Momoi and Kise and Kasamatsu."

"And the dog."

"Yes. And Tetsuya 2. Which is his name. You should try using it."

"Why? I'm calling him the dog which is what he is."

Takao grinned. He couldn't help it.

"Why are you grinning?"

"You called him 'him', not 'it'."

"Hmph."

"C'mon, Shin-chan, admit it, you like him."

"I admit no such thing."

"I saw you pet him, you know."

"What? I didn't pet the thing!"

"Yeah you did, I saw you, you might as well stop pretending."

"When did you see that?"

"More than once actually."

"I did not!"

"Shin-chan! Stop lying! It doesn't suit you." Although Takao said this with utmost seriousness, he couldn't help the twitching of his lips.

Midorima looked at him for a second and knew he was being teased. Damn. Can't even pull this off long enough.

"Idiot." And his boyfriend of six years pulled off the serious thing much better than he did. Damn. But Takao wasn't called 'Hawk Eye' for nothing. He saw the slightest of twitches on the lips he loved to taste so much.

"You're a tease, Shin-chan." Now, he openly smiled.

"No, Kazu, I think it's you, who's the teasing one."

In the six years that they've been together, Takao heard his name on the big man's lips numerous times, but he never quite got over that tingle in his stomach whenever he did. And his stomach did that flip flop again now. It must've showed on his face because suddenly Midorima was behind him, his arms encircling his waist, his lips only a breath away from his ear. "When do we leave?"

Takao's eyes were already closed, and he was halfway to dreamland when he heard his lover's soft whisper. "Hmm?"

"When is the limo coming to pick us up?"

"Oh, at eight. We're the last ones to be picked up." He was aware that his voice was now coming out in a soft pant. He waited patiently, and a little excited, for Midorima to speak. The bigger man was passionate, a true monster when it came to the bedroom, and he usually liked to be in control once things started to heat up, but he wasn't the kind of man to start things off out of the blue like this. Not much anyway. Takao could still remember a few occasions when Midorima jumped him with a ferocity that even now thinking about it gave Takao the shivers. But Midorima usually gave him a heated look here and there, or a suggestive touch, or a soft kiss that clearly said what he wanted. Now, though? Now, the man was pressed against Takao's back, his arousal evident behind the fabric of both their pants. One of his hands moved down the front of Takao's pants, straight to where Takao ached the most, and started stroking him in a slow motion.

"Mmm.."

"Tell me what time it is, Kazu."

It took a couple of seconds for the words to process in Takao's mind, he felt like his brain was about to fail him completely. And then, he would be a slave to Midorima's every whim. Not that he wasn't already. He took a peek at the oven clock. "It's 5.30."

Midorima's lips moved down his neck, placing open mouthed kisses along the way. "Mm, we have two and a half hours then."

"We need time to change." Takao had no idea how he mustered that much intelligence and actually was able to think about their need to change to go to the party. Takao. The clever, clever man.

He felt, more than heard Midorima's soft smile against his skin. "To change into fancy party clothes, we must first take these off." As he said it, his free hand sneaked under Takao's shirt to rub one of his nipples. Takao's most sensitive spot. He always shrieked and covered his chest whenever he saw nipple play, but when Midorima did it, it was not only okay, but most erotic. And Midorima knew this. That's why he always paid extra attention to his nipples. And right now, his skillful fingers pinched and stroked them in the sexiest manner, and drove Takao crazy. A soft moan escaped Takao's lips. He felt Midorima's grin against his shoulder right before the other man bit the flesh, sucking it after to take the sting away. Not that Takao ever felt pain. Midorima would never hurt him, and Takao was always up for a little rough play. Been there, done that too. The little pain Takao felt was washed away with the pleasure the other man gave him. For hours. It was amazing, the kind of control Midorima possessed. The kind of dedication he held for Takao's pleasure first, before he took his own. It was sexy as hell, and it warmed Takao's heart.

Just when Takao thought the slow torture of Midorima's fingers coupled with the erotic sense of his nipples being tugged was about to make him burst, Midorima moved off him. Completely. Takao sputtered few incoherent words before he heard him say, "Bend over the table." He paused a second, probably to let his words, his command, sink in. "And wait for me. Don't move." Just as the last syllable was out of Midorima's lips, Takao found himself bending over in anticipation. He didn't dare move. When his lover's voice took an edge like this, good things awaited Takao. Pleasurable things. Moans, groans and grunts. He felt his balls tighten from past sensations, but he couldn't allow his body to lose control. Not just yet anyway. His knuckles turned white from the tight grip with which he grabbed the edges of the table, trying to dampen his excitement. Deep breaths, Takao. Deep fucking breaths. C'mon, Shin-chan. C'mooon. Just then he heard the big man enter the kitchen. Oh thank god.

For second nothing happened, and then he felt hands first cup his ass, then move to the front of his pants and undid them. A sudden pull and they were pooled around his ankles. His grip on the table turned near painful.

"Please, Shin-chan.."

All he heard as a reply was the uncapping of the lube bottle, and the squelching noises of the gel being spread on hands. He moaned. "Shin-chan..."

"Shhh."

Suddenly a hand, cold from the lubricant, started stroking one of his cheeks. Takao shuddered from the cool sensation. One finger slowly moved around his opening and started teasing him in the most torturing way. He tried to push his hips into Midorima's hand but every time he tried to move, Midorima slapped him with his free hand and pushed him back against the table. Ot was pleasure all on its own so Takao moved a few more times and every single time he came a little closer to bursting.

"Takao, stop."

"Mmm.." He moved into Midorima's hand again. "Please, Shin-chan, I'm dying here."

"You'll die a little more if you keep moving."

"But-"

"No buts. Stop. Moving." There was that tone again. The commanding, hypnotizing damn sexy voice. Takao had no choice but to obey.

"Good boy." The smug tone of his lover was enough to turn him on even more, if his body could take any longer of this sweet torture.

He felt the finger that's been circling him enter his tight hole. The was only the slightest sting and that was gone quickly when Midorima moved his finger in and out in a slow rhythm. Takao could take this one finger easily, and just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt a second digit nudging his entrance. He was too far gone with desire to feel the sting this time, he only wanted his lover inside him.

Midorima kept a slow yet steady rhythm with his fingers until Takao could take no more and moaned loudly. "Shin-chan..." All he could manage was the name he called his lover, the rest was all moans and whimpers. From pain, pleasure, torture, he had no idea. Takao just wanted it to end. Now.

Suddenly the fingers started moving quicker and Takao felt Midorima's weight press on him from behind when the big man leaned over him to kiss his neck. Takao turned his face towards Midorima, hungry for a taste of him, and was rewarded with a wet kiss. They both had no control, it felt as if they were made only of sensations. Their tongues met in a wild tangle and Takao couldn't help but moan in his haste to take him any way he could. He pushed his hips into Midorima once more, hoping he would ease his pain this time. Please.

As if on cue, Midorima pulled his fingers back and that's when Takao realized Midorima wasn't wearing any clothes. He must've taken them off while he went to get the lube.

Midorima nudged his entrance with the blunt head of his erection, and when Takao impatiently pushed back, he laughed softly before he plunged inside. The sting was only for a second, it was over before Takao could even register it, his pain of not having Midorima inside him sooner that much distracting. Midorima fell into a fast rhythm that made Takao groan loudly, his grip still white knuckled around the edges of the table. Every thrust pushed him hard against the table and made him grunt, and for a while all he could hear was the wet noises their bodies made as Midorima's cock slipped in and out, and as his balls slapped against Takao's ass.

Takao wanted to touch him, kiss him, grab his hair, something. With the much torturous foreplay, he didn't have more energy left to hold himself any longer. "Shin-chan..more. Want to..touch you.."

Midorima suddenly pulled off of him completely before he grabbed his hips and turned him around on the table so Takao was facing him. Takao smiled a lazy smile, he didn't have strength left for anything else, when Midorima spread his legs and plunged right back inside. He had a glazed look in his eyes, one that wasn't fully sane. Takao knew this look, he loved this look. It meant animal. As of to prove Takao's thoughts, Midorima increased the pace of his thrusts. He was now pounding into him frantically, Takao could hear the table creaking under their weight. He couldn't take his eyes off Midorima's, begging with his eyes for more contact. Midorima indulged him, no matter how insane and out of control he looked he was always in tune with Takao's desire. He leaned down and captured Takao's lips, his tongue fucking Takao's mouth pretty much the same way his cock was fucking his ass. Takao's whimpers were almost out of control as the rhythm became more frenzied and uncontrollable. Midorima kept their lips locked, their bodies pressed against each other as he thrust harder and harder inside him. Takao felt his balls tighten, his eyes closing, and with fireworks behind his eyelids he came between their slick bodies. Before his own orgasm could end, he felt Midorima push inside him with one last hard thrust and warmth flooded him.

They were both panting, no more breath left in their lungs to form words. Takao had no idea how long they stayed that way before he could finally pry his eyes open. "Mmmm..That was..Wow."

Midorima was still sprawled on him and his weight was most welcome. "Yeah. What time is it?"

"You can't seriously be thinking I'll be able to turn my head and look at the clock."

His lover laughed softly over him. He moved from Takao's body slowly, and helped him up when Takao's limbs seemed not to move on their own. He was still trying to catch his breath and what little energy he could muster when he heard Midorima's voice. "We should get ready."

"Damn. Do we have to go?"

"You were the one who gave me a big speech about friends and all."

"Yeah, but do we have to? I take my words back." Takao took a peek at Midorima's ass before the other man covered it-to Takao's disappointment- with his pants.

"Idiot. We made a promise. We'll go."

"You weren't this noble when I was telling you about the party earlier."

"Hmmph."

"I knew it. Do you have to contradict everything I say?"

"You know I don't."

"You're doing it right now!"

"I don't remember contradicting anything you said a few minutes ago." That shut Takao up. He was lost a couple seconds as the noises they made came back to him. He felt flushed.

"Come on. We should get ready."

"Urgh."

"Kazu."

"Fine! Next year I'm more selfish. No more parties with friends."

"It'll be fun."

"Are you the one saying this? Really?"

"Yes."

"How come?"

"Because you'll have time to think about what I'll do to you once we get back." And with that bomb, Midorima left Takao in the kitchen with his jaw almost on the floor.

"That's not fun! That's torture!"

Just before the other man disappeared around the corner to their bedroom, Takao heard him mutter, "I meant fun for me."

A smile spread around Takao's face.

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Sorry but I need to ask it: Are you Turkish, may be?

Ah, sorry I missed this, tumblr didn't alert me! 

why yes, I'm indeed Turkish. How did you know? :)

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Favourite things: Hot chocolate

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MidoTaka

Theme: Halloween

Rating: M

2197 words

"Excuse me?"

Takao knew 'blunt' was the way with Midorima, but perhaps in this case -a case that could be considered as ridiculous by Midorima standards- it was not exactly the right way. "I said we'll dress up for Halloween."

"Why's that?"

"Because it's Halloween. And it's fun. And everyone else is also dressing up."

"So? If they want to look ridiculous, that's fine. Why do we have to go along with this?"

"Because we're all friends."

That gave Midorima a pause. Takao wanted to jump up and down with his victory, but maybe that wouldn't help his case, so he settled with a slight smile. He knew he had him. For all his tough manners, Takao knew Midorima was a man who took friendship very seriously just like everything else in his life.

"Fine. But it's last minute. How are we going to find any kind of costume?"

Here came the hard part. "Actually.. I already got our costumes." Takao tried -he really did- to stop himself from squirming. Was he successful though? Not exactly. "When I spoke to the guys about this Halloween get together, I wanted to arrange and be prepared."

The look on Midorima's face clearly told Takao that he was not amused. "And what did you get, Takao?"

Here we go. "I'm gonna be a cat." Pause, for dramatic effect.

After a few beats, "And what will I be?" If Takao got Midorima's tone right, it told him blood would be spilled if he didn't like his answer.

"A mummy."

"Excuse me?"

"You know, a mummy. Like in the movie we watched the other day. The Mummy, with Brendan Fraser?"

"You mean the movie you made me watch. And no."

"No, what?"

"No, I will not be a mummy."

"Bu-"

"No."

"Shin-chan, c'mon, it'll be fun."

"Hmph. Hardly. No, thank you."

"I thought this specifically for you, you know."

"And how's that?"

"A mummy? A monster, wrapped all around his body?"

"I'm not following."

Surely, the man must be trying new ways to make things hard for him. "How you wrap your fingers before a game?"

"That has nothing to do with this. I wrap them to protect. A mummy is a decomposing corpse."

Takao sighed. He loved this man more than anything, but sometimes, Midorima was sure a tough nut. He cracked a smile. Izuki sure would've loved this.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. Sorry. My point is, Shin-chan, I think a mummy is a great idea for a Halloween costume for you." Just when the big man was about to talk, to counter him no doubt, he continued, "Yes, yes, you wrap your fingers to protect them before a game, but as a mummy you'll protect your whole body-" A light flashed in Takao's mind. Victory number two for Takao. "You know, Shin-chan, you unwrap your fingers for the game, maybe I can unwrap your whole body for our pleasure?" He accompanied his question with a seductive smile and a specific look that he knew would turn his lover on. Midorima once told him his eyes would get a sexy clouded look whenever he talked about them together. It was one of the days Takao remembered clearly, because it wasn't always he heard Midorima speak like this, so honest and almost even vulnerable in a way Takao found irresistible. He jumped Midorima on the spot and with the same intensity the big man responded, the only thing Takao remembered at the end of the day was how he ached all over.

"Go on."

Takao was snatched back to reality by the interested tone in his lover's voice and he knew it would be a good evening and an even better night. He smiled. "That's all about it, really. It's pretty self explanatory, don't you think, Shin-chan?"

The big man stared at him for a moment. "I need to change then."

Another point for Takao. "Yes! Yeah, it's right here. It's actually a suit that gives the look of being wrapped. You'll like it, Shin-chan, it's practical." He made a move to get the bag with the outfits in, but a strong grip on his arm had stopped him.

"There's a way to everything, Takao. If I will change into something, first, I'll need to change out of what I'm wearing." The glint in Midorima's eyes was all too familiar to Takao. He felt heat on his cheeks, and blood rushed to a certain place that would need the skillful fingers of the beast in front of him.

"Ah, yes. Of course." Did they have time? When he spoke to Kise, the guy said he's arrange for everyone to be picked up in the same car and they could go together to Akashi's mansion where the Halloween party was to be held. Although how a man like Akashi agreed to a party like this was beyond Takao. Looked like they all changed in the years after their high school graduation. Kise said Kuroko and Kagami would gather everyone in a limo, transportation he for sure had arranged, and they'd be at Midorima and Takao's at around 7. What time was it now? Or, more importantly, did it matter? When Midorima looked at him like he did now, it was impossible to stop what was coming. Shit, what time is it? It better be hours from 7.

"Takao." The authoritative tone that Takao loved and could never resist.

"Yes."

"When are they coming?"

"Ah..I don't know. 7. What time is it?"

"Not early enough."

"Oh. Okay." Even Takao himself could hear the pout on his own voice. He made a move again to the bag with the costumes, but he was once again stopped by the strong hand of his lover.

"I said, not early enough, Takao, not for the things I had in mind. But it's still enough."

Did he hear all this right? Midorima wasn't a man to be rushed, although he knew how to be quick and rough, so him suggesting a quickie right here and now? Awesome. Takao really hoped he wasn't fantasizing of how this conversation would go. "Yeah?"

"Yes. You can take off my clothes now." That tone again. That authoritative baritone, that strong voice that commanded things of him. If Midorima said more sinful things in this tone, he wouldn't even need to touch Takao.

"Yes." The big man used the arm he was holding to pull Takao to him to give him a possessive kiss, and man, was it possessive. Takao loved to be kissed by Midorima this way, strong and unyielding, his lips crushed Takao's and left no room for breath, his tongue darted inside his mouth much the same way his fingers and cock did inside him when they made love. Takao felt like all the breath he needed was Midorima, and while their hands explored each other's bodies, it seemed as though the kiss went on forever, and any minute now Takao suspected the doorbell would ring.

When they finally parted for much needed air, before Takao could even contemplate as to where he was, he heard his lover's voice. "Now, Takao. You can start taking off my clothes."

He nodded. It was the only thing he could manage at the moment. Every time Midorima kissed him this passionately, he blanked for a few seconds. He reached for the buttons of Midorima's shirt, from the top, everything had a way to do after all, and made his way down to the last one, all the while kissing every inch of skin he freed. He heard Midorima's growl and felt one of his hands tangle in his hair. He knew what his lover wanted. He smiled against the big man's abdomen after he threw the shirt away and crouched down on his knees. He chanced a look to his lover and saw desire there, but he never rushed Takao. One hand was still massaging Takao's head, and the other was by his side, made into a fist, waiting.

Takao unzipped Midorima's pants and freed him. He was already hard and hot against his hand when he started pumping him slowly. He wanted to savor the movement, to feel every inch of the hard flesh that would invade him and give him the greatest of pleasures. Midorima grunted and pumped into his hand. His lover wanted him to hurry. After a few quick licks, Takao took the head in his mouth. He looked into the eyes of his lover, his favorite position of oral sex, and kept his gaze locked with the big man's as he swallowed the whole length. While his head moved up and down on Midorima's cock, he used his tongue as much as possible, to mold around the big cock, applying more pressure. Every time he swallowed the hard flesh, he groaned around it, causing Midorima to pump his hips forward, and his erection to hit back of his throat. When he first made the sound by mistake and the same happened, he was caught off guard, but eventually he got used to it, and even craved it, purposely getting Midorima to hit the spot while he took him into his mouth. He groaned again, around the big shaft, and heard Midorima grunt in return, hitting the back of his throat. The big hand that was massaging his head now had his hair in a vise like grip, and the slight pain shot all the way to Takao's groin. He loved slow and sensual with this man, but as he confessed once-and for all- to Midorima, he got a completely different kind of pleasure when things got a little rough.

After more sucking and groaning, Midorima used the hand in Takao's hair to pull him away from his cock, and pulled him to his feet to give him a yet another possessive, animalistic kiss. His lips were rough against Takao's but he didn't mind, he was more than glad to awaken the beast inside this man.

After what felt like an eternity of being possessed by Midorima's mouth, Takao felt the big hands grabbing and turning him around. Midorima pushed him towards the table where the bag with their Halloween costumes in, and bent him over it, sending the bag to the floor with a quick swipe of his arm.

All Takao could feel was his own desire, and how close he was to exploding. At this moment, he didn't want slow and sensual, and from the frantic way Midorima was acting behind him, he knew the big man was also not in the mood to be gentle. All the better. He felt his shirt pulled away, his pants almost torn from his body, only to be pooled around his ankles. Sounds of rustling, probably Midorima reaching for the lube they kept near. Wet sounds, and then..His hole being prodded. Ah yes, the beast was in no mood for play. He smiled against the hard surface of the table.

He felt his inner muscles straining against the invasion at first, but he relaxed his body while Midorima bent over him and first licked the side of his throat that swallowed him whole just seconds ago, and then bit the same spot.

"Ahhh..." Takao loved it when Midorima marked him this way. With his pleasure, his muscles gave way and Midorima buried his cock deep inside him with one strong sweep. There was pain, but only for a second while he gripped the sides of the table and groaned. His beast waited inside him for a beat, Midorima knew how much Takao liked when he fucked him this way, and then he started to move. One of Midorima's hands pressed Takao's hips down, and the other went to his throat, not too tight, but enough to heighten Takao's pleasure, he fucked Takao hard and fast. Before stars blinked in Takao's eyes, the only sounds he heard were his loud groans and Midorima's slight grunts that turned him on even more. He came with a violent surge, and felt his lover spill inside him much the same way.

They stayed like that for a few seconds until they could even their breaths, with Takao holding on to the table, with Midorima's weight on top of him.

"That was..." Takao realized his voice trembled a little, or perhaps he lost his balance after all the groans.

"Yeah." Midorima wasn't much different.

"Shin-chan..Shit."

"What?"

"Do you think we can skip this Halloween thing?"

He felt Midorima smile against his skin before he felt the big man move off his body. "No."

"Maybe-"

"No. Friendship and all that, if you remember." The smile apparently turned into a smirk and Takao wanted to pout. He was caught in his own trap. Dammit!

Midorima handed him the cat suit with a lift of an eyebrow, and took his own mummy one out. "Is this sanitary?"

And he was back to Midorima Shintarou once again while they changed into their outfits, Midorima complaining the whole time about who might've worn this and how they might've used it, until, probably, they came back from the Halloween party, and Takao would meet with the beast again.

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Reinvent new combinations of what you already own. Improvise. Become more creative. Not because you have to, but because you want to. Evolution is the secret for the next step.

Karl Lagerfeld (via writersrelief)

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AU where Midorima and Takao have a bet during the town festival.

Rating: M

2862 words

  "Let's try this one, Shin-chan!"

Midorima looked at where Takao was pointing and saw a stall where a bunch of animal toys were lined up for people to shoot. "Do you even know how to shoot, Takao?

"Nope. That's the whole point." He grinned and it was all that made Midorima roll his eyes.

"How is that the whole point?"

"You're not at war, Shin-chan, you're just shooting at plastic duck to win a toy." And to Midorima's annoyance, the man even had the nerve to roll his eyes at him. Sure, he just did the same to Takao, but at least Midorima made sense. "Can you shoot, Shin-chan?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"I wouldn't have said yes if it wasn't really, Takao."

"Urgh. Okay, okay. Oh! How about a bet?"

"What?"

"How about we bet on who can shoot more ducks at one go?"

"You don't have money to throw away, idiot. And besides, you just said you can't even shoot."

"There's such a thing called the beginner's luck, you know."

"In shooting ducks? I don't think so."

"Are you afraid, Shin-chan, that I'd beat you with my beginner's luck?" And Takao even had the audacity to grin at him.

"Afraid? Never. You should know better than to say that, Takao. Alright. How much?"

"We won't bet for money."

"What, then? A cuddly toy? Hmph."

"Nope." Takao paused for a second. "How about a favor?"

"What?"

"You know," he leaned in towards Midorima's ear, and whispered in a conspiring tone, "sexual favors."

"What?! Be quiet!"

The smaller man laughed, and nudged him playfully. "Oh c'mon, it'd be fun. And more exciting since there's so much to look forward to if you know what to ask for, hmm?" He winked at Midorima.

"Don't wink at me." He sighed. "What do you even have to ask for?" He paused for a second before adding, "idiot."

"Nothing! Well, no one else, that's for sure, but we can always come up with new things."

"Hmph." Midorima didn't even bother with a full sentence.

"Don't hmph me. Are you in or out?" The way Takao looked at him, so amusingly serious, made him sigh and agree.

"Fine. But you'll lose."

"You never know."

"I do. As opposed to you, I know how to shoot. Especially a plastic duck that stays still."

"We'll see. Don't you wanna state your favor?"

"Later. First, I'll win."

"Fine, but don't you wanna hear mine?"

"Can I refrain you from saying it?"

"Nope." Takao grinned at him.

"Well? Tell me then."

"It's really kinky though. I don't know if you can manage it if I win."

"Just say it, Takao."

"Alright, but be prepared."

"Takao!"

"Alright, alright." He leaned in again, his conspiring tone back, "I wanna do it on the dining table."

"What?!"

"Told you it was tough."

"Is that it?"

Now it was Takao's turn to be surprised. "Ah, yes. Is it not kinky enough for you? You think that dining table is sacred, I can't even sit there without washing my hands first."

"That's because you've got to wash your hands before meals. But that's not what I meant. Kinky would be something more scandalous, like a public place. Dining room in our house is hardly kink."

"That's it!"

"What?"

"Public place! That's what I want."

"I thought you wanted dining room."

"Don't mock me! I mean it, that's what I want if I win."

"But you already s-"

"Shin-chan!"

"Fine, fine. Can we shoot now?"

"Aren't you gonna say what you want?"

"Not now. After I win."

"So confident."

"No reason not to be."

"Hmm."

  They shot for half an hour where Midorima beat Takao twice, much to Takao's chagrin. When they left the stall, after the owner handed them two stuffed animals for Midorima's win, they walked towards the entrance.

"You owe me two favors, you know." He wasn't being smug, just stating the fact.

"Hmph." Takao must've been really annoyed with losing if he decided to hmph him.

"Don't hmph me."

"Hmph."

"You are a sore loser."

"I'm not a loser."

"You just lost. Twice."

"Arrgh! My hand slipped!"

Midorima sighed. His boyfriend truly was a man who didn't take losing well. "Takao."

"What?! I told you, my hand slipped! My gun was faulty too!"

"Don't be so aggressive. So what if you lost? I knew how to shoot, there was no chance for you to win, I warned you."

"But I-" He suddenly stopped himself.

Naturally, Midorima was curious. "What? You what?"

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing. Tell me."

"Never mind, Shin-chan."

"No, tell me."

"You'll laugh."

"If you say that, I'm going to have to think you don't know me at all."

"Urgh. Fine. I really wanted to win."

"That's hardly a surprise."

"No, I mean I really wanted to win."

"Yeah, I get that."

"No, Shin-chan, I wanted to win." He leaned close while he whispered the words through clenched teeth. "For the prize."

Midorima was taken aback for a second, not because he was shocked Takao resented losing in general, but to see the look of genuine disappointment because he wouldn't get to claim his so called prize was a little surprising. And he realized that he didn't like that look on his boyfriend's face. Now this was no surprise at all, not many people may see this-mostly because Midorima didn't let anyone see it- but he'd do just about anything to make Takao happy. And to see that look on the smaller man's face wouldn't do now.

He sighed. "Takao."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, it's stupid." Midorima could almost hear the pout on his face.

"That's not what I was going to say." He paused for a second. "Although it is a bit silly."

"Urrrghh!" The adult that he was, Takao even punched his words lightly on his arm. "Fine, I'm silly!" He lowered his voice close to a whisper when he continued, "Silly to want to be with my boyfriend."

"I didn't say that was silly, idiot."

"Hmph."

"Takao."

"What?"

He sighed again. What did this man make him do.. "If you wan-"

"What? Shin-chan!"

"Quiet!"

"I knew you were an adventurous man, Shin-chan! I saw a secluded place near the edge of the forest, we can go there!" He grabbed Midorima's arm and started dragging him away.

"Wait, Takao!"

"No way, Shin-chan, we're doing this!"

"I didn't say we were. Takao, stop dragging me!"

"Please, Shin-chan!"

"You act like a child."

"And here I was, thinking of pleasuring you from head to toe." He tsked his disapproval which was a sudden change of attitude on Takao's part. Midorima guessed the smaller man already knew he persuaded him.

"One of these days that look of lost puppy on your face will lose its effect, and then who'll be laughing last?"

"I'm far from laughing, Shin-chan, what I feel like doing, you won't be laughing at either."

The serious tone, added to the wickedness Midorima knew Takao possessed, gave him a pregnant pause. Even though the whole idea of doing anything intimate in a public place disturbed him a bit, he still couldn't deny the naughty glint in Takao's eyes. He knew when the smaller man had that look, hours of pleasure-no exaggerating there- awaited him.

He grabbed Takao's hand. "Come." He already felt himself hardening in his pants, and now, images of what they might be doing in a secluded area started swamping his brain. It was getting more difficult to think, other than dragging the man next to him to a private spot.

"Where are we going, Shin-chan?" The excitement was clear in Takao's breathless tone.

"Somewhere private. There's a spot near the forest. It's far away enough from the festival crowd."

"Oh!" Takao was trying his best to match his steps to Midorima's, though with his current state Midorima thought he was going a bit faster than Takao could reach by merely walking fast. One look proved him right, Takao was almost running behind him.

 When they reached the place Midorima talked about, they stopped for a few seconds while Takao clearly tried to catch his breath and Midorima took quick stock of their surroundings. Nobody around. Good. He didn't want any witnesses for what he planned to do to Takao. Speaking of whom..

"Takao." The man was still breathless and seemed to be still in shock. Midorima had to admit, this was not how he acted normally, but the way things changed with this man..

"Shin..Chan.." Midorima took the other man's lips in a possessive manner, licked and sucked at them until Takao got over his shock and opened up to him. His tongue swept inside to possess. One of his hands cradled the side of the smaller man's head to angle it the way he liked while the other moved down his body to rub between Takao's legs. He heard Takao moan deliciously. He touched him over the fabric of his pants while Takao's moans got louder and louder that it worried Midorima that someone might hear them.

"Shh, Takao, you're making too much noise." He didn't give the other man a chance to say anything back before he captured his lips again and sucked on his tongue. He heard Takao whimper. He smiled against the man's lips. Takao couldn't contain his pleasure, he had always been a rather loud and expressive lover, but he was trying to contain himself now. He wasn't completely quiet, not that Midorima expected him to be, but at least his quiet whimpers couldn't be heard by anyone.

When Midorima kissed him to his content, although if he had to be honest with himself it was never enough, he took his lips from Takao's and trailed them on his neck, Takao's harsh breathing his reward.

"Shin-chan.."

"Mmmm.."

"Shin- ah, Shin-chan, no time."

"What?" This whole thing was his idea and now he was telling him to stop?

"No time for that."

"For what?" If he had turned him on this much and this quick only to leave him in pain, he was going to kill him. But the next words that came out of the smaller man's mouth left him speechless.

"Foreplay."

He stared at Takao for a beat. "Foreplay. No time for foreplay."

"Yes. I mean, no. No time. Please, Shin-chan, I'm so hard." He whispered the last word in such a desperate tone that despite all it made Midorima smile.

"Oh?" He raised one brow and waited.

"Hell yeah!"

"Alright." He could've tortured him longer but the restriction in his pants wasn't helping matters much, and he really didn't enjoy being this uncomfortable. He started unbuttoning his pants but before he could finish, Takao turned around and bent slightly over, leaning toward the wall of the building they hid behind. "What are you doing?"

"If we're going to be naughty, we might as well go all the way, Shin-chan."

Midorima watched in silence as Takao unbuttoned is own pants and pushed them down his legs to pool at his feet, the ass that fueled his fantasies for most of the time presented to him in all its glory. His hands automatically went to the taut skin, massaged him and he heard Takao's moans again. Takao always told him how much he enjoyed when Midorima touched him like this and prepared him with his skilled hands.

"Takao."

"Mmm, yes?"

"How- It'd hurt."

"Mmm. Unzip yourself."

He did as Takao asked. His cock, hard and heavy, fell into his palm. He watched as one of Takao's hands came off the wall to grab his cock behind his back and move upside down the hard ridge. He went back to massaging Takao's ass while his eyes stayed locked on Takao's hand moving on his shaft. It was one of the most erotic sights. With every upright stroke he realized his hands would squeeze Takao's skin, and he saw that he left marks. Slight, red marks that stayed on Takao's skin for a few seconds before they disappeared. It turned him on even more.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that Takao was staring at him, halfway turned away from the wall, and there was a heated look in his eyes, one that spurred Midorima on and he felt himself thrust into Takao's hand.

They looked each other in the eyes, neither of them wanting to break the eye contact, while Takao moved his hand up and down Midorima's cock, and while Midorima fucked his hand. He moved one of his hands from Takao's ass and worked his entrance. He didn't want to push even a finger inside, afraid he might hurt him, and when Takao started moving his hand faster on him, he knew what the smaller man wanted. He kept thrusting into Takao's hand while he circled the other man's entrance, and Takao increased the pressure of his hand. Up and down went that skilled hand, knowing exactly how much to press and pleasure, until Takao's eyes closed and his whimpers became moans, and until Midorima heard his breath coming harsher. His balls tightened, and he felt his orgasm hit, spilling warm and intense into Takao's hand. He kept thrusting until the last of his spill. He was breathing hard and so was Takao, and he saw the man's hand leaving his cock to grab his own, but he swatted Takao's hand and leaned around him to grab it himself.

He stroked Takao the way he knew the man liked it. Takao was already so hard and so ready that Midorima knew he wouldn't last long. It gave him a certain satisfaction to know that he made his boyfriend this hot and bothered. He moved his hands up and down Takao's shaft while the man desperately clung to the wall, his moans now getting louder. "Takao. Quiet."

"Mmmph.." Midorima knew the man was trying his best to be quiet but his pleasure was too intense to keep down. The dangers of having a loud lover. He clapped his free hand on Takao's mouth in an attempt to help the man keep his voice down but the gesture only made Takao moan harder against his hand. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, Midorima increased the pressure of his hand, bringing his lower body closer to Takao's so they could have skin to skin contact. A few more strokes, and he felt Takao spilling on his hand. By now he was moaning so hard that he even put his own hand over Midorima's to keep his voice contained.

They stood still, their bodies still touching intimately, their breaths coming in harsh puffs. When they could finally get control of their breathing and could move again, they untangled. Midorima cleaned their hands both and helped Takao pull his pants back on and neither said anything. They didn't make much noise, but it was as if if they tried to speak, their voices wouldn't come.

Takao was the one who interrupted the silence after Midorima finished righting their clothing. "That was.." When he didn't continue, Midorima looked at him and saw the blush on the man's face.

"What?"

".."

"Takao."

"Extraordinary." His voice held a tone of wonder that made Midorima feel proud. It always made him proud to pleasure his lover to the fullest. "We should do this again sometime."

"No."

"Yes, Shin-chan. Yes." He said the last word in a conspiring way that made Midorima sigh.

"Takao, you know how uncomfortable it makes me."

"This was you uncomfortable?"

"Well, yes."

"Never seen a man to hide his discomfort this well." Was he pouting?

"The idea, Takao, not what we did, made me uncomfortable."

Suddenly the smaller man's face lightened. "So it was good for you too?"

"Good? It was.." Well, there really was one word for it and he did quote the other man. "Extraordinary."

He saw Takao shudder, and then the man was on his lips. They kissed, their tongues licking each other's, until they had to come away for breath.

"We're definitely doing this again, Shin-chan."

"Once, you convinced me. But more? Out in the open? Like animals?"

"Well, you are a beast, aren't you?"

"That's not the same as an anim- Never mind."

"When we do this next time-"

"When?" He raised an eyebrow.

Takao continued as if Midorima never interrupted him. "When we do this next time, it will be all the way."

"All the way."

"All the way, Shin-chan. As in, you inside me."

Images swarmed Midorima's mind and he found himself reaching for Takao. He stopped only when he heard the other man's chuckle. "You so want it."

"Hmph. In your dreams."

"In my dreams, you openly want it. Now, you secretly want it." And he winked-winked!- at Midorima before he started walking towards where the festival was still on full swing.

All Midorima could do in the meantime, was adjust himself in his pants-the images Takao's words conjured in his mind were maddening- and follow the man, until he could grab him and drag him home to do it all the way as Takao had put it earlier. A predatory smile curved his lips. Too bad Takao's back was turned to him to see the true beast.

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MidoTaka

AU where Takao searches to relieve his pent-up frustration and encounters a surprise.

Rating: M

3673 words

  He didn't know why he came here. It must've been desperation. And frustration. Lots and lots of sexual frustration that was the result of many years of friendship, not to mention the one night that he lost control and Takao wished he could've handled things differently.

It wasn't a special night when it began, about two weeks ago, they were celebrating yet another victory in court, and after everyone went their own ways, he and Midorima walked back home. They lived near each other, and as they did for many years of their friendship, they walked back that night too. Though, Takao still felt the pleasure of victory in his bones, he didn't want to end the night then and there. So he told Midorima he wanted more to drink, and that he wanted to stop by a convenience store to buy some beer, and to his complete surprise, the big man said okay. The rest of the night was a blur for Takao drinking and drinking and doing a silly victory dance, in front of Midorima no less so that was deadly embarrassing, until he did something even more embarrassing and kissed the man. Yep, he crawled from his position on the floor over to Midorima, reached up and pressed his lips to the other man's and damn kissed him. Kissed him! He naturally wanted to die afterwards, and the fact that Midorima hadn't reacted much other than sitting there, hadn't helped matters either.

And now, Takao not only envied the ostrich for its ability to bury its head in the sand-he would so do it if he could in cement- he was also very sexually frustrated because the taste of the man's lips and that kiss brought about fantasies that kept him up at night.

And now he felt like Midorima was avoiding him. The man was never comfortable about sexuality, but Takao guessed having one's best friend and basketball partner glueing his lips on one's own and sucking like there was no tomorrow, just might make things a tad more uncomfortable.

He cursed all the way to his destination.

He heard of this place from one of the guys he hung out with. Not one of his best friends, the guy liked to talk about sex all the time. And naturally if there was anything kinky, he would be the one to know about it. So when he mentioned this place, the new, and very secret apparently, bdsm club, Takao thought he might as well come and check the place out. Though he was back and forth with the thought for days. But when finally, last night, he woke up with a hard on and many a unfulfilled fantasies, he decided he'd give the place a try, and if it turned out as bad as what he pictured in his head, he would leave. No one was going to force him to stay anyway.

He wanted to go without letting anyone know though, especially, god forbid, Midorima, so he made some poor excuse for the night. The only one who knew where he was going was the guy who told him about the place, and the only reason he knew Takao was going there tonight was because he had to ask him for directions.

And so here he was. At the door that looked suspiciously normal form the outside, not that Takao expected to see a neon sign that said BDSM Club-Welcome or anything.

He went in before anyone could see him outside, thought if anyone recognized him he could always say he wanted to blow some steam in a nightclub and thought this was the place.

What greeted him on the inside was not what he expected. Sure, he didn't expect chains and screams anywhere, not exactly, but the place looked very polished and chic. It was as if it wasn't a bdsm place but a private club for the rich and privileged. He guessed discretion was the key here.

"Can I help you?"

"Huh?"

"Can I help you?" The woman at the front desk looked at him sympathetically.

"Ah, yes, I'm..ah.."

"Is this your first time here?" She opened a big book that looked like a register.

"Ah, yeah. Yes."

"Great. Whatever you want will be yours tonight. Nothing more, nothing less." And she emphasized it with a smile that surprisingly reassured him. Yes, no one would be forcing him into anything today, and he came here to experience and blow his steam anyway. Damn Midorima, for making him this horny. And that was definitely the word for it.

"Can I take your name?"

"Tak- ah..Takuma Kiyoshi." One still had to be safe.

"Alright, Mr Takuma. Tell me what you wish for."

"Wha-what I wish for?"

"Yes. Hardcore, softer, medium.."

"Ah, eh.."

"Do you like to top, or bottom?"

Okay, now this got a little too serious and ridiculous. What was he thinking, coming here and having sex with a stranger? Yeah, that's what he thought he wanted, but to do this like a business transaction? Not his thing. This was so wrong.

"You know what? I think I changed my mind. I think I'll lea-"

"Bottom." The rich baritone from behind him had literally glued his feet to the floor, cut his oxygen to his lungs, and stilled his whole body. Not one cell was in movement. Surely, surely, he heard that wrong. Surely the voice he just heard didn't belong to the man who starred in many of his fantasies, the man who'd been his friend all these years, the man who he hopelessly wanted to believe didn't push him back that night two weeks ago.

"I'm sorry sir?"

"He'll-" he cleared his throat, "He'll bottom." After a beat of pause, "And I will top."

"Of course, sir, if you give me a second, I'll register you too after this gentleman."

"No, I mean," Another throat clearing, "I will top him."

WHAT?! He was dreaming. Definitely. Yes. Finally, all those nights later, he was having a realistic dream, such a realistic dream that he couldn't wake up, not that he'd want to, but still. There was no other explanation for what was happening around him right now. He couldn't have come to a bdsm club after all, it was so not Takao, and Midorima couldn't have followed him up here and demand to top him to the nice receptionist. Too absurd to even think about. Although why he'd put so much detail into this he had to wonder, in his fantasies they were either in the shower in the locker room or the comfort of his home, why then, now, in such a setting?

Or maybe, you should stop questioning your beautiful mind and enjoy the ride!

Yes, that's what he was going to do. Enjoy this. As ridiculous as it sounded. Stop it!

"Sir?" And that's when he realized the receptionist was speaking to him.

"Hmm?"

"Is that okay with you?" Clearly she didn't like Midorima's attitude, and let's face it, this was more like it. This was exactly the way he knew people would react to him so it was how he'd dream it.

"Ah, yeah. Yeah, that's fine."

"Alright. You're in room 6B. It's on the upper floor, at the end of the corridor. That's where the private suits are. Should you need anything, please use the bell pull that's provided."

And just like that, a man wearing black leather led them up the upper floor to their room, and repeated the same words that Takao could hardly listen, and closed the door and left.

The second the door closed to Takao's astonished face, he felt himself grabbed by strong hands and squeezed between a hard body and the door. He lifted his face and looked at the eyes that seemed to shine with something he couldn't name. Was it lust? This was his dream, of course it was lust. Anything less wouldn't cut it.

He wanted to touch him before he would wake up, but when he tried to move his hand towards Midorima's crutch, the man had gripped his both hands and raised them up his head to secure them in one tight hold.

They stared at each other for what felt like a million years to Takao. Then Midorima lowered his free hand and touched him. God, it was exquisite. He felt both like exploding and holding on at the same time. He wanted to let go of the pent up frustration but also wanted to savor the moment. He went for the latter and was glad he did because then Midorima's hand started stroking him in a leisure. He was excruciatingly slow and Takao wanted to scream.

Up and down his shaft went the big man's big hand, and there was no better pleasure. But it was also pain. Sweet, torturous pain. Takao moved on his hand, wanted to wiggle and create more friction but damn the man was strong. Even in his dream, Takao was under his control. He could never imagine a better surrender.

"Stop moving."

He stopped immediately. Any word out of the man's mouth, with that authoritative tone, was a command for Takao. And any command from this man was to be obeyed, no questions. "Can I touch you too?"

He heard a soft laughter. Felt Midorima's hand stop his slow torture. "You want to touch me."

"Yes. Please."

"Where?"

"Ah..ah wh-"

"Where, Takao?"

"Where you were touching me."

"Where I was touching was on your body. Where do you wan to touch me?"

"Everywhere." And it was true. He wanted to touch every single part of this man's body and memorize them before he woke up. He heard a strangled noise.

"Not yet."

"Why not?" Now, he was wining.

"Because I want to last. Now shut up."

Takao wiggled some more.

"Stop it!" Midorima's grip on his hands had tightened and if he wasn't in the throes of such lust, it could've hurt but now? He couldn't care less.

"Then you touch me. Hurry."

He heard a soft laughter again. "Such impatience."

"I don't want to wake up. Please, Shin-chan."

The man stilled at his words. "Wake up?"

"Yes. My dream. I don't want to wake up before anything happens. Please." He wiggled more.

"I said stop. Do you think this is a dream?"

"Well duh. Now fuck me before I wake up, Shin-chan." He heard Midorima groan, and the grip on his hands tightened even more. "Shin-chan. My hands." He felt Midorima ease his grip a little but didn't let go.

"You'll say that again, but you'll know this is no dream."

"What?"

"This is no dream."

"Of course it is. Why else all this?"

"Why, indeed."

"What?"

"You kissed me, and then you avoided me."

"Wha-? Shin-chan, I'm dying here."

"You'll pay for avoiding me."

"What?!"

"Does this feel like a dream to you?" He gripped Takao's cock and gave it a light squeeze which made every nerve ending fry up. Fry all up in flames.

 "Ahh..I-"

"Full sentences, Takao."

"Yes. No! I-I don't know."

"Have you ever dreamed of me?"

Well, that was easy. "Yes."

"Tell me."

"What?"

"Tell me what I did to you."

"You..you, ah, fucked..me."

"Why so shy, Takao? Tell me where I touched you."

"You-You're already touching me there."

"And what did you do for me?"

"I-I can't think, Shin-chan.."

"Then let's give you time to think." With that, Takao felt Midorima's hand let his go and the bigger man grabbed his hair and slowly and softly guided him to floor to kneel before him. He knew what Midorima wanted him to do. He was more than happy to oblige. "Suck me."

The words barely whispered through his mind before he whimpered with pleasure and took the engorged head in his mouth. He steadied himself holding on to Midorima's thighs with both hands, while the big man still held him by his hair. He didn't hurt, not at all, if anything, the slight pressure of Midorima's hand on his head helped soothe his nerves, and while he sucked his cock deeper, Midorima started to massage him through his hair. Takao could never have believed that giving a blow job could be this erotic. Every lick, every sucking sound he made were emphasized by the pressure of the hand on his head.

The man was big. But still, he took as much as he could fit into his mouth, licked along that vein with his tongue, applying little pressure, and savored the taste of the man. And he was delicious. He felt full, and quite proud of himself when he heard the soft groans coming from the man above. A few more licks and he felt Midorima unconsciously moving his hips forward towards him so he could fuck his mouth more thoroughly.

He moved one of his hands from Midorima's hip and grabbed his balls, slowly massaging them. He groaned around his cock and let the vibrations add to the friction when he felt Midorima tugging his head back.

"Enough, Takao." His voice was controlled but Takao heard the hitch. And his eyes. His eyes looked at him like Takao was food and he was a starving man.

Midorima lifted him from his position on the floor and slowly backed him towards the bed on the corner. When the backs of his legs touched the frame, Takao didn't move, he didn't dare.

"Lie down on your front." Such a commanding voice that Takao's hand went to his groin, to ease the pain a little. He was so aroused by Midorima's commanding tone. But when Midorima saw his hand he stopped him. "No. You won't touch yourself. Only I will touch you. Now, lie down on your front." He nudged him slightly and Takao found himself on the bed, lying on his front, his cock painfully hard, pressing onto the mattress. He heard Midorima coming to bed after a few seconds, accompanied by a squishing sound. It must be the lubricant he was going to use.

He felt the man's hands, cold as they were from the gel, on his back a second later. His own balled up the sheets but he made no other move. Midorima was careful, and slow, very slow while he massaged Takao's shoulders, his back, even his ass. Every now and then he leaned down and kissed his body and every time his lips touched his skin, Takao wanted to cry out, scream and beg him to end his misery.

After a torturous massage, one he would no doubt enjoy if he wasn't so painfully aroused, Midorima's hands left his body a second time and he heard the lube making that wet sound in Midorima's hands. This time, though, when those hands touched him, it was around his opening, first slowly circling around the hole, then one finger going in.

He was so hot and so frustrated that he didn't feel much, he even moved his ass on Midorima's finger. The big man must've gotten his message because a second later, he inserted another finger inside. There was a sting. But it didn't last long because Midorima eased the pain by his slow movements. When he inserted a third finger in, the sting was nowhere near the pain Takao felt not having the man's cock inside, filling him. But he knew Midorima would never hurt him by rushing things, even though he was as commanding and dominant as he was now, so he waited for the sting to pass before he pushed towards the man's fingers impatiently.

"Shin-chan..please.." He emphasized his words with his body's movements and a second later he felt the fingers leave him.

Midorima flipped him on his back, and Takao watched him put a condom on with deliberate slowness. This must've been what they called a sweet torture. He always wondered how a torture could possibly be sweet, but now be knew the answer. This, here, now, was the sweetest kind of torture.

His hand went to his own cock unconsciously, but when he realized, he stopped. And he earned an appreciative grin from the man towering above him. He almost came then and there."Good boy." And then he grabbed Takao by the ankles, pulled him towards himself, and slowly, oh so damn slowly, entered him.

Nothing could top the friction that Midorima's cock created inside him. No hand job he'd ever given himself picturing this man could ever measure up to the real thing. He was big, it stung for a second before he was able to adjust to him, but damn, when he was fully sheathed inside him, it was the greatest feel of fullness ever known. As cliche as it sounded, Takao never realized how empty he was until Midorima filled him. 

They stilled for a moment while possibly Midorima waited for Takao to get used to his size, and moved only when Takao moved himself first. He pulled out and entered again and again, agonizingly slow, until both their breaths quickened, and Takao started whimpering from his passion.

"This is not a dream, Takao."

He was so lost in Midorima's body moving inside him that Takao almost missed his words. "What?"

"This isn't a dream. Tell me."

"Yes. Yes."

"Tell me." He stopped moving and it was again, back to torture.

"This isn't a dream. Please, don't stop." He'd do and say anything for him to move again.

"Takao." Midorima's tone was so serious that Takao did his best to concentrate on his face and words. "This is not a dream. I'm here. You're here." He paused for a second and then leaned closer until their lips touched in a feathery stroke and their breaths mingled. "I'm fucking you." He whispered the words and yet they boomed in Takao's ears. It couldn't be. Could it?

"Say it." His body still inside him, Midorima commanded it against his lips. "Say I'm fucking you."

For a second, he was suspended in time, and he forgot about his erection so hard between them. There were only Midorima's words. And the possibility of this being real.

"You're..You'r- You're fucking me."

"Say it again."

"Yo- you're fucking me."

He pulled out and pushed inside him in one calculated stroke. "I'll make you say it again and again until you believe it, Takao. And I won't finish until you know it's me inside you."

Takao was lost for words. Not only was it so unlike Midorima to say such words, and to speak in this manner, he couldn't believe that the man he lusted after all this time could be returning his feelings in such fervor.

"But.."

"No buts. This is it. You kissed me and then avoided me. And then you dared come to this place for relief.  I will give you relief. And you will never avoid me again."

If this was a dream, it sure was going for a long time. Although in dreams you always felt like it lasted hours and yet it was all for a second.

"It's too.."

"What?"

"Perfect." He had to whisper the word because he knew it sounded ridiculous and yet it was the only word to describe the now.

"So?" The matter of fact tone, and the fact that Midorima moved inside him again, made Takao look up at the man sharply.

"So, it's all too damn perfect to be real."

"That's stupid."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Why not?"

"Because you never wanted something so bad in your life that you wouldn't know what it felt like when it suddenly fell into your lap."

He heard Midorima snort. "Hardly. I didn't fall into your lap, if you remember, I pounced inside you." And to prove his point, he moved his cock again. Takao moaned. "Does this feel like a dream, Takao? I push inside you," he moved again and made Takao moan once more, "and I touch you," one big hand moved to his nipple and caressed the hardened tip, "and I do this," and he moved his lips to Takao's neck and bit him, "do you still think this isn't real?" He bit again, and Takao felt the sting this time, but it made him moan even more. Who knew that a bite could be this arousing too?  He could now understand people's fascination with vampires, to be fucked and bitten at the same time was eroticism at its peek.

"Takao."

"Yes?"

"This is real."

"Yes."

"Do you believe it?"

"Yes."

"Then say it."

"I believe it."

"Tell me what I'm doing."

"You're fucking me."

"I'm not fucking you now. Tell me to fuck you."

"Shin-chan..Fuck me, please."

A soft laughter. "Such politeness. How can I refuse?" And then he started moving again and all else lost its meaning. The feel of Midorima's hard cock inside him made Takao delirious. With each stroke, with each friction, he came closer and closer to losing himself. He touched Midorima everywhere, just like he said he wanted to do, he touched him everywhere he could reach while Midorima mounted him. It was as if the big man had been holding himself until now, because once he started to move, he was like a crazed animal, he grabbed Takao's hips to hold him in place while he fucked him in a frenzy, and when Takao was close and he gripped himself, one of his hands moved to Takao's head to hold him by the hair, a domination Takao was more than happy to accept.

They came at the same time, Takao screaming his release in pure abandon, while Midorima groaned his through lips that was sucking on Takao's neck. It was the best orgasm of Takao's life.

It was a long night before they were both tired from sex, it seemed Midorima was a true beast, both on court and in bed, and it took Takao a dreamless, peaceful sleep to wake up from in a tangle of limbs next to the man of his fantasies to finally completely believe that it had all been real.

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Discovering twitter. Any of you guys use it? Not that I'll post bits from my very much interesting life lol but you can follow/speak to/make requests from @deardrabble :D Thanks for sticking around!

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1, 8, 9, 10, 14, 20, 21, 33, 43, 51 :) I am most curious.

My sweet dear Leona, you know how much I ♥ you :D

1. Oh dear..Hmm lemme think..I remember loving The Little Prince ever since all those hears ago. But there was also this series that was the first thing I ever read. I can only remember the Turkish name now, but it was about 4 friends and a dog who got mixed with mysterious cases and tried to solve them. I will forever cherish that series because it made me love reading.

8. I wonder if this means tumblr? I don't think so. I try to read as much as I can from my favourite genres so that didn't change. I wil always make time for reading no matter what :D

9.  For this year, it was this historical romance book I've read that was quite absurd for my tastes. It was apparently intended that way but I thought there was no romance at all which was a big no for me. 

10. Oh it's gotta be the latest book from the author G. A. Aiken. She writes dragon shapeshifters which are very yummy ;D

14. On my bed. It's the most comfortable place in the house for me.

20. I'd like to say I don't look for much but maybe that'd be a lie lol so let me say, an engaging plot, strong and wellwritten, balanced out characters, there is nothing I hate more when one is clearly written to be liked more. I'm very picky when it comes to women, they should be strong but not cocky, I've come to realize it's a thin line some authors cross. Let's see..If there's a bad guy, I'd expect him/her to be pretty solid. Omg, the list might go on a bit longer, but some stuff depends on the genre really. But a good plot and likeable characters and wit is what I look for mostly.

21. All the stuff I said above :D And if a book makes me laugh out loud, it's definitely a rec.

33. Of this, I'm not sure. I don't think I've ever read a book that intimidated me before starting it. It's probably because I always read my favourite genres and they're not exactly intimidating books :D

43. Tv. I can't help but either sneak a peek or lend an ear to it, it's a compulsion! And people talking. Again, can't help but eavesdrop lol so I look for a quiet setting.

51. Not really. At the moment life is all 'too many books, too little time'  for me! :D

Thank you so so much for asking sweetie! ♥ And sorry for the late reply, I've been away but now I'm back ;D

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55 Reading Questions

1. Favorite childhood book?

2. What are you reading right now?

3. What books do you have on request at the library?

4. Bad book habit?

5. What do you currently have checked out at the library?

6. Do you have an e-reader?

7. Do you prefer to read one book at a time, or several at once?

8. Have your reading habits changed since starting a blog?

9. Least favourite book you read this year (so far)?

10. Favorite book you’ve read this year?

11. How often do you read out of your comfort zone?

12. What is your reading comfort zone?

13. Can you read on the bus?

14. Favorite place to read?

15. What is your policy on book lending?

16. Do you ever dog-ear books?

17. Do you ever write in the margins of your books?

18. Not even with text books?

19. What is your favourite language to read in?

20. What makes you love a book?

21. What will inspire you to recommend a book?

22. Favorite genre?

23. Genre you rarely read (but wish you did)?

24. Favourite biography?

25. Have you ever read a self-help book?

26. Favourite cookbook?

27. Most inspirational book you’ve read this year (fiction or non-fiction)?

28. Favorite reading snack?

29. Name a case in which hype ruined your reading experience.

30. How often do you agree with critics about a book?

31. How do you feel about giving bad/negative reviews?

32. If you could read in a foreign language, which language would you chose?

33. Most intimidating book you’ve ever read?

34. Most intimidating book you’re too nervous to begin?

35. Favorite Poet?

36. How many books do you usually have checked out of the library at any given time?

37. How often have you returned books to the library unread?

38. Favorite fictional character?

39. Favourite fictional villain?

40. Books I’m most likely to bring on vacation?

41. The longest I’ve gone without reading.

42. Name a book that you could/would not finish.

43. What distracts you easily when you’re reading?

44. Favorite film adaptation of a novel?

45. Most disappointing film adaptation?

46. The most money I’ve ever spent in the bookstore at one time?

47. How often do you skim a book before reading it?

48. What would cause you to stop reading a book half-way through?

49. Do you like to keep your books organized?

50. Do you prefer to keep books or give them away once you’ve read them?

51. Are there any books you’ve been avoiding?

52. Name a book that made you angry.

53. A book you didn’t expect to like but did?

54. A book that you expected to like but didn’t?

55. Favorite guilt-free, pleasure reading?