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Kuroaka: Blue-eyed dancer
It was an exceptionally hot day. The performersâ troop had just arrived, and they were setting up the things for the show. Shiny sequined costumes, a boombox for music, crude alcoholic spirit for the fire breathers- and of course, a rather large bag to dump everything in in case they had to run from authorities.
Kuroo would wait for the crowd to gather while the performers drank milk tea and chatted amongst themselves, wait for the dances to start, and wait for the blue-eyed belly dancer to come to the center, his hips jangling as he walked.
And when the music came on, he would hold his breath, while his jaw drops.
He was beautiful, more graceful than the doves flying overhead- his arms glistening in the sunlight. And his hips, dear god, his hips- every time he swings his hips, Kuroo could swear it was just for him. An extra little push directed his way, his abdomen pulsing, mesmerizing him completely- and his blue eyes finding his in the crowd. Beckoning. Laughing at him, calling him a sinner.
He was, a sinner. For him.
What he wouldnât give to be just a little closer- to have him shake his hips in his face, his belly undulating in time with the sound of the tambourine in the song. His eyes.. staring down at him, close enough to touch, but not allowed to touch. This is what Kuroo found himself daydreaming of, not five minutes into his performance, every damned Sunday.
Akaashi enjoyed this man, whoever he was. He came 20 minutes too early, every Sunday without fail- hell, he probably draws the first people in by clapping as loud as he does. But when Akaashi starts his act, he stands, and stares. He has piercing gold eyes that never waver from his belly- or if they do, itâs only to meet his teal ones. Itâs easy to spot him in the crowd, heâs very tall, and his hair looks wild, like somebody keeps it regularly unkempt for him.
Furthermore, when the hat went around, he dropped in coins and notes like it was his religion- enough to pay for a fancy three-course dinner, for the whole troop. It didnât make any sense to Akaashi, but he was grateful, like anyone would be. The things men do for eye candy.
Today was like any other Sunday, except today, Kurooâs eyes look especially dark as they settle on his hips. Akaashi can feel his gaze on his back when he turns, like they were undressing him. And he finds himself wishing that he was.
A sharp swing of his left hip, and a pause, followed by another, and another, and another- before he turns around to look him in the eyes. He gives him a little thrust, then one more- and a long jingling shake for the crowd which brings a round of applause.
It didnât go unnoticed, of course. Kuroo was in heaven, he must be, if something as small as a little smile could make his groin tighten the way it just did. But he did, didnât he- the blue-eyed belly dancer heâd been an ardent fan of for the past month- just smiled at him.
This was a good song, Akaashi thought- perfect for his secret demonstration to his admirer. Was he really just here for him? He was such a regular patron, he smiles to himself at the thought of doing something special for him- show him he values his loyalty. Perhaps, a private dance, after everyone had left- under the stars out in the field by the square.
His hands trace the lines of his own body, pressing down the bottom of his neck now, as he curves his hips slowly- left, then right, right again, left again- a routine he could do in his sleep. But his mind was elsewhere- the music fills his ears, and images of this handsome man floods behind his closed eyes- lying down in the grass, his hands reaching and finding his hips. Suddenly, he was longing for it- he had big hands, with long rough fingers that would not leave his hips no matter how hard he shook them in his face. His lips pulling into a pleased smile, before they pushed hard into his navel-
He dances harder, faster- his hips shaking aggressively, his feet stomping the paved ground as he begins to bend backwards, his belly exposed to the heavens, and to his eyes. There is more applause from the crowd, but Akaashi looks to the man, a little flick of his gaze towards his face.
And oh yes, Kuroo is watching. He looks to be struggling with himself, while the dancer sits on his thighs, lying back as he slowly fucks the ground with the motion of his hips. It didnât help that his chest presses tight against his skimpy halter top- the strings of beads parting at his navel. That navel was so cruel to him, heâd be lucky to get out of this alive.
The song ends rather abruptly- leaving the belly dancer on his back on the ground, panting a little as the claps come. Several hands come forward to tip him as the other dancer comes around collecting- and Kuroo puts in several of his notes.
It was just as well. The thoughts were stubbornly pushing into his head no matter how hard he tried to keep them at bay, his groin a little too tight for comfort on this exceptionally hot day. Little did he know, that his beloved, blue-eyed dancer was waging a similar war of his own.
Both of them, separated by a crowd, but laying together under a starry sky. On an exceptionally hot night.
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Ch 1: A Royal Birthday (Kuroken Royalty AU)
#sfw with some slight nudity
cw for mention of some #violence #starving and #classism #poverty
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Kuroo had practically lived in the palace all his life. He was born there. That was his biggest pride, something he boasted when he played with the baker and gardenerâs children. Heâd eaten out of the same jam pot that the royal prince had. Though of course heâd gotten beaten for it by the guard right afterwards, and every time he dared to play with the prince since. He still had the scars to show for it.
But his highness insisted. The older he grew, the more he mandated that Kuroo be allowed to visit him in his chambers, eat with him, go horse riding with him. Kenma- he frowned and corrected Kuroo if he called him anything else, yes, Kenma had grown into a very prideful, powerful prince. He was a big man now, sitting in at all the tactical meetings with his parents.
Kuroo on the other hand, had been inducted into the kingâs army at a young age- he was just sixteen when heâd first seen battle. It was a horrible thing, heâd lost his training partners, his friends, too young and badly fed to survive something like that. But Kuroo. He was a fierce fighter, and heâd promised Kenma that he would come back with nothing more than a broken nose.
Kenma had been relieved that his nose was in fact, very intact. His handsome face hadnât been harmed in any way- but his arms had gashes, his body slashed in places that would not heal fast.
But this had been his life. And a better life than he was used to. The armyâs soldiers were treated with more respect than most- they had better food, and better living conditions. Heâd been able to move his father to the palace as a helper in the kitchens again, despite his age. His mother had died from sickness years ago. Kenma had yet again insisted that Kuroo sleep in his bed that night, and had held him while his body shook with tears, harshly whispering promises to the heavens that he wouldnât let his father go the same way.
Today however, was not a day for recalling all of that. Today was the young princeâs 21st birthday. He wasnât so young anymore- he would be seeing many eligible suitors today at his party- princes and princesses alike. And Kuroo was invited.
Well, Kuroo was his personal bodyguard, he had to be there- but Kenma insisted that he was âinvitedâ and would be treated as a guest.
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Kuroo was waiting outside Kenmaâs chamber, his daggers safely tucked away in his belt- and his strong arms crossed behind his back as he watched the corridor. He never, never took his post for granted, and he never, never slacked on the job. He even insisted on taste checking Kenmaâs food for any hidden poisons. Nobody would harm Kenma on his watch, and if he harboured any suspicion, nobody could save the culprit from his wrath.
It was more than just a post though. It was about him. His.. dare he say it, friend.
Kurooâs eyes softened as the thoughts flooded his mind- his lips curving ever so slightly at the corners. Every night sneakily spent in the royal bed, tickling Kenma, being fed cakes and having his mouth wiped by Kenma on his birthday, which was just a month after the princeâs, Kenma teaching him how to read.
He wipes at the tears pooling in his eyes, and takes a breath- turning to look down the corridor again. Stupid, he shouldnât be getting emotional at a time like this. The princeâs birthday was the perfect opportunity for rivals to try something to endanger his life.
âKuro?â, his beautiful, sun-kissed voice sounds from inside the doors.
Kuroo jumps a little, knocking twice on the ornate wood, âAre you okay your highness?? Is your window locked?â
âOh geez Iâm fine, relax will you-â, his beautiful voice with a hint of annoyance now,
Kuroo laughs once awkwardly and turns back around, âSorry..â
âCome in please I need your help-â
The young man does as asked, gently pushing down the handle and passing through- closing the doors behind him and facing the other- but his jaw drops, his hand immediately raising to cover his eyes-
âYou- your highness you shouldâve mentioned youâre not decent- Iâm sor-â
âYouâve seen me like this before, cut that out, help me decide please-â, he speaks again, with authority.
Kuroo slowly drops his hand- his eyes lifting from the gold embroidered carpet to his beautiful feet, his bare knees, up his bare thighs, skipping over the thin veil over his- his-
âWell.. this one- or this one?â, Kenma holds two robes, one in each hand. The left was the color of the sky, with white sashes and ribbons, silver threads, and just a hint of yellow that would match his hair. Heâd insisted on having it dyed in his 17th year. Kuroo had been so embarrassed, their conversation from the night before looming in his head. âThe Princess that visited you last week was beautiful, donât you want to meet her again Kenma..?â âWhat was beautiful about herâ, his haughty indignant voice- nothing was ever enough for this spoiled prince, Kuroo had thought at the time. âWhat wasnât! Her hairâs the color of honey-â
âK uro! We donât have time for you to get lost in your daydreams right nowâ, his beautiful voice, teasing and mischievous.
âI- I A M NOT DAY-dreamingâ, he sputters, trying to keep his eyes off of his princeâs bare chest- the gold arm bands that glistened from his arms.
âTheyâre both gorgeous, the one on the right is red and rich, heavy- itâll send the right message, youâd look like a lion-â, Kuroo says with a smile, his eyes going over his collarbone, and then finally his face.
His face.
His eyes danced, they pierced him through and through, that was how he looked at him. And now his royal brow raises in a challenge,
âI donât care- which do /you/ likeâ
Kurooâs face colors, and he looks behind him at the doors wondering just how long it would take for someone to find them like this. Heâd get flogged for sure- though his back was tough enough to take anything after what it had seen.
But his heart thumps impatiently, pulling him towards his prince. Why did he ask him questions like this-
âI.. like the other- the blue one..â, he admits now, his voice softened, his eyes even more so when they meet his pretty ones. The literal sun, shone through those eyes. Kenma always insisted that Kuroo had the same color eyes, but he was wrong, his were dull and hard.
Kenma smiles at him, bright, and nods- tossing the other robe on the floor like it wasnât worth 50 horses, which makes Kurooâs eyes widen in reproach, even if it wasnât his place.
âS orry.. sorry, Iâll put this back in its place..â, the young monarch says suddenly, not letting the soldier speak, âI know you want to scold me for being a spoiled thing..â, he says yet again with a smile as he goes about putting the red robe back in his wardrobe.
Kuroo watches him curiously in silence, smile playing on his lips. It really was a miracle, how he spoke to his own father, with contempt lining every word- and how he spoke to him. Kuroo directs his eyes back to the floor when Kenma dresses.
âDid you want help- should I ask the maids to come-â
Kenma shakes his head gently, âThey have enough on their plates with this ridiculous event-â
âItâs not ridiculous.. itâs for your-â
âY e s my birthday, what a wondrous day I was born 21 years ago, and half the kingdom gets fed extra today while they practically starve the rest of the yearâ, his beautiful voice, with disdain dripping from it. He looks sad, his hands smoothing down the front of his garment.
Kuroo smiles at him, a patient smile. And now, he speaks to him as his friend, moving closer and lifting his hands to cup his face. âYouâre going to be brilliant today.. you worked hard on your speech.. one step closer to what you want to achieveâ
Kenma looks up at his very tall bodyguard, his kingâs soldier, and his most treasured, most precious friend. âYou think so..? I know theyâre trying to get me to marry one of those rich bratsâ
âYouâre a rich brat- youâll have a lot in commonâ
That earns Kuroo a smack right across his chest- and excited giggles from both young men fills the room.
âThat princess you fancy will be here, maybe you should sit with her- Iâm sure you can guard me with your hand up her skirt-â
âEHH?? MY HAND WILL BE ON MY DAGGER-â
Kenma laughs once, âBet it will be..â
A frown from Kuroo, who thinks this joke was getting rather old, and Kenma takes the hint to drop it. He shrugs his shoulders, reaching for the princely crown to place it atop his head, and looks at Kuroo, âYouâre going to be dressed like that..?â
âKenma Iâm your guard- I have to be dressed like thisâ
âOh right-â
âSee, rich bratâ
The prince grins at him then, âSee.. this is my friend.. not that âyour highness may I kiss your feetâ man you have to pretend to be outside of hereâ
He walks up to him then, and pats his cheek softly, dragging his hand down the front of his plain grey tunic- very form fitting on Kuroo, âShall we..?â
The other man nods at him, though he wishes secretly to never leave- to have his hand on his chest the rest of the evening. But that was selfish of him. He couldnât keep him long.
âYes.. itâll be over soon, please donât spill your wine on anyone and blame it on your low tolerance to alcohol- youâre a horrible liar-â
âYou remember his face last year? HA- stupid mustached basta-â
âKenma..â
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Neighbor with an appetite- Kurodai sfw suggestive
He was out on his lawn again. Sawamura Daichi, in his shorts and nothing else, like he owned the neighborhood.
And dear god did he ever.
Kuroo stands by his window and simply stares at the man. At his tanned back, the way his head bobs to the music on his headphones, before he bends down to start up the lawn mower. He could look at this all day, no exaggeration. Pity he only mowed the lawn for about an hour, once a week.
Terrible even. How was he supposed to survive without prolonged exposure to the view of his chest gleaming in the afternoon sun. Did he put oil on himself when he went out, was that really just the sweat on him.
Dear fucking god.
He stood there, the mug of tea in his hand going cold, when he suddenly realized. They would be here soon- the vultures.
Now that was a real sight to see. He didnât know if he was jealous of Sawamura or of them, the way they fussed over him and earned that happy smile of his. There she was, Nakamura san with a tray of ice tea coming over.
Kuroo laughs a little and sips his own tea when he spots yet another one of the neighborhood moms come by like she was hurrying. She looked like she had ice pops in her tray. Yum.
Nah, Kuroo it wouldnât work if you mowed the lawn shirtless. Youâd have to walk down to the combini in boxers, and even then youâd get a stink eye, maybe. The man had a smirk on his face as he watches the spectacle- four of the regular moms were surrounding him now.
Sawamura simply holds his hands up in front of him, smiling politely, but then proceeds to take the free drinks anyway. He was smarter than he looked for sure- he knew what he was doing. Good for him, Kuroo thought, and sighed.
And then, he huffs, once. Determined.
The next thing he knows, he was reaching into his fridge for the salami and cutting up several slices- stuffing them inside a rye bread. He wasnât sloppy- he made sure to line it with mayonnaise and cheese slices, and tomato. He considers adding olives even, but decides against it for some reason.
Cue his flashback to one of the few times he got the chance to talk to Sawamura san. Heâd ordered pizza that had come to his place instead- it was right next door after all. Kuroo had come by with the box after paying for it, delivered it right to his door, then asked him âno olives?â- earning him an ugly look from the other. It had led to some small talk, and inviting Kuroo in for a beer.
Take that neighborhood moms.
But that had been more than a month ago now, and they were gaining on him at this rate. He couldâve sworn, as he quickly packs the sandwich with his clean hands- and wraps it half way in foil, that he could hear Ariyama san calling him âDaichiâ from here.
He was going to make first names happen today- it was all or nothing.
Kuroo walks out of his door, a plate in hand- and the sandwich on display atop of it. A big, business-like smile on his face as he notices the small party looking over at him.
Sawamura raises his hand to wave it seems- but his expression quickly changes into one of confusion as Kuroo weaves his way through and holds the plate up for him.
âYou must be hungry from the heat Saâamura san- salami sandwich?â
The tension in the crowd was palpable. The women standing around Daichi with their various ice snacks and drinks looked on. At least one looks absolutely furious that this Kuroo guy has the nerve. And Kuroo loves it.
Daichi can tell, by the shine in his eyes and the smile that grows ever closer to a smirk. He has the overwhelming urge to deny the sandwich, say he just ate and heâs quite full actually- give him a pat on the shoulder and send him off, thank him for his troubles-
But whoâs going to buy that.
His brown eyes fall on the delectable snack presented to him on a platter. And he practically salivates- he has to purse his lips to avoid giving it away. But heâs transfixed. The vultures have lost, the scheming wolf has won.
âWhy thank you Kuroo san, thatâs very thoughtful of you- uhâ, he replies with some awkwardness, wondering if he should eat the whole thing right here or take it inside first..
âNo olives-â
At that, Daichi snaps his head up- it takes him a few seconds to realize he wasnât reading his mind, and that there was a reason Kuroo knew this. But his piercing eyes did nothing to ease the suspicion.
His hand reaches for the sandwich, and he smiles a little at him before taking a bite.
Sweet bliss, Kuroo has won. He can feel it. That smile was one afforded to winners, he doesnât smile at Natsukawa san like that. Thatâs it, go home now, youâve lost this round, Kuroo thinks in his mind, but itâs clear as day on his face as he bows politely and smiles at the ladies.
But nobody was leaving. They were staying to fight Kuroo for his attention.
Bring it on.
Kurooâs eyes leave Daichiâs puffed out cheeks, full of HIS salami sandwich- to fall down his chest and finally heâs spotted it, what was making his chest gleam like it was today.
Kurooâs a master of the poker face when he needs- so the way his mouth opens, his eyes zeroing in on his nipples, was downright embarrassing. They were both pierced, and pretty jewelry adorned each nub.
Barbells. With flowers on them. Little white ones.
Fuck.
His mouth closes quickly enough, but his eyes do not leave his pecs. He blinks several times to tear away from them- fully aware of the awkward silence heâd caused among the others. But Daichi was busy eating his sandwich, releasing little moans about how he loves this cheese.
âYou always had those?â, he suddenly says, pointing at his nipples.
âHm? Oh yeah! For about a year now at least- like em?â
âY eah.. oh yeah-â
Sawamura must be a fan of the direct approach, because he was smiling at the admission, but still managing to chew his food and swallow.
Once again the woman standing next to Kuroo- the one he remembered has a snotty kid that keeps ringing his doorbell on Sundays- wrinkles her nose at him. Sheâs quick to add onto the compliment however, and everyone follows suit.
âTheyâre so pretty!â
âThey look great on you Daichiâ
âYou should wear them more, I can spot them from my house~â
O ya, bold enough to be an adversary, Kuroo thinks.
âAnd? Does that alert you to my lawn mowing activities? Is that why I should wear them more?â, Daichi was flirting back, grin on his face now that the sandwich was out of the way. He ate that thing fast, even his appetite was impressive.
Kuroo is mildly frustrated that she beat him to it. But try as he might, he cannot think of something smart to say- his eyes are still on his chest, barely managing to shift their gaze to the manâs face.
Visions of his chest in his face were ganging up on him, not allowing him to think.
âKuroo san, this is the first time youâve ever come out to meet me while Iâm mowing the lawn, do I have to wear these to get you to do it next time too?â
Tetsurou canât help but blush at the invitation, âTry it again next time, think Iâll do more than just visit your lawn-â
There it was. A spark of something, and it hung heavy in the air between them. Sawamura looks at him, holding his gaze for a good few seconds, before smiling. His eyes were only on him now.
âOnly if you agree to feed me more than just a sandwichâ
âDealâ
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I just CACKLED THROUGH THIS ENTIRE THING, so happy for them but also C O ME ON,
Also, manifesting this for myself, letâs go 2021Â
GUYS READ ALL OF THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLâ
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Black cat in repose, watercolor. Prints available here đ±
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Kurodai Day 5: Ass-assination
[Prompt: Locked in]Â
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Kuroo was woken up by the loud clangs of the cell door.
What now. Jesus, canât a guy get some shut-eye in here.
Well, he shouldâve thought about that before embezzling from the JVA. At least thatâs the voice in his head said, for the first time that day, and not for the last. It had been 5 months in here already, and he was slowly settling into a routine. It was bad, but not quite that bad.
He tried to keep his head low, not say much to anybody, mind his own business. Heâd manage to keep out of trouble for months now. The only exception being that time he fought that fucker for getting his chocolate confiscated by blowing the cook or whatever he did to make it happen.
Fuck that guy and his greasy hair, fork-tongued motherfucker. Â
Kuroo sat up in his bunk, wondering who his new inmate was. Broad shoulders, brown hair, and ripped. Shit, he better not get on his bad side huh.
He watched him quietly from his side of the cell, waited for the last pat down from the guard- who nodded towards Kuroo, handed him his cigarettes, and headed out, locking the door in place.
The man sat down on his bunk. He looked like heâd lost a lot of sleep lately.
Tetsurou looked him up and down, sizing him up for his crime. Most likely battery, maybe arson. He looked deadly enough to do it. Or maybe he was just caught at the wrong place at the wrong time- like him. A rich personâs worst nightmare- Kuroo liked to believe he wasnât a criminal, just a businessman.
That was probably why his sentence was still as long as it was. There was absolutely no remorse behind his sweet smiles and promises to live a good, honest life when he was out of here.
Fuck that.
He wanted that villa in the Caribbean.
âWhat are you in forâ
Kuroo directed the question at the other man. The mysterious man built like a goddamn grizzly, looked him straight in the face, the look of a killer in his dark eyes.
âThis ass-â
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Tetsurou stared at him for a good minute watching him as he laid back in his bed, folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes.
Alright. Alright, thatâs how he was going to be? Â Being in-mates and everything, hey, heâd hoped they couldâve been friends.
Fine, fucker didnât want to share? Fine, heâd be smoking this entire pack of cigs by himself, he thought to himself and laid back on his bed as well.
Weeks went by the same way as they always had- and rookie here didnât need much help around the place. Funny. It was like.. heâd been to prison before, or at the very least, knew how they worked inside-out.
Kuroo kept a close eye on him as he ate at his table with his regular group. It was purely a protective group he hung around, they werenât exactly friends- definitely not anyone heâd keep in contact with once he was out of here.
In fact, he was hoping to ditch his name altogether if he did get out of here.
Big goals, big dreams.
Before long, heâd learnt his name- since he hadnât offered it on his own. He was lucky he was such good eye candy, and by default maybe had a soft spot in Kurooâs generous heart. He even saved him some chocolate one time- offering it to him in the cell.
âDonât like chocolateâ
Kurooâs eye had twitched when he said it, the way he said it.
But the time he heard his name- was when they were receiving mail.
Kuroo never got mail- his friends were ashamed to be associated with him. His dad had disowned him altogether. Well, Kenma did come visit him last month- telling him heâs done waiting and heâs moving on with his life.
Which meant, of course, that he was finally going to admit to sleeping with Hinata behind his back. Kuroo couldnât have cared less by then, heâd let him go a long time ago.
Daichi. Sawamura Daichi was his name. And it was called out every week, sure enough- there was a care package of sorts, from somebody, that came through every week.
âDaichi..â, he ventured one night when he was in bed.
The man grunted in response, signalling that he hadnât slept yet.
âYou really got into prison cause of that ass?â
Not a momentâs hesitation, or any sign of his gruff, sleep ridden voice wavering as he said,
âDefinitelyâ
And that was that, the days following that night, Kuroo was off at lunch time telling the story of how Sawamura Daichi got his ass thrown in prison- quite literally, for it being a goddamn menace.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday passed- and the rumors were flying-
Did you hear? Sawamura smuggled coke into the country in his ass for months before getting caught-
No no- Sawamura was the personal security guard for the crown prince of Saudi Arabia, who committed crimes against his country by allegedly tapping that ass, then flat out handing him the royal throne in marriage.
Come Thursday and Daichi had finally caught on with what was happening.
He walked up to Kurooâs table where he was animatedly explaining the cause of his demise to his companions- and everyone hushed. Almost instantly looking a little pale when they saw the bearish man walk up behind Kuroo, who might easily lose a fist fight against him.
Tetsurou stopped talking then- turning around to see the man, staring down at him.
Then without another word, he put his tray down on the table next to him and sat down heavily. He nodded at Kuroo, then began eating his rice quietly.
âGo on- tell them how it really happened-â, he said in a deep voice that would bring chills to anyone who heard it. The guys looked spooked, and Kuroo- well, he got less chills, more thrills. And he was happy to oblige. Â
With a little smirk on his face, he turned back to the table and continued, unfazed, âSawamura was a security guard at the governorâs last speech- the one he died at-â
âYeah, didnât he get shot?â
âNah nah man- they cover all that shit up in the papers-â, Kuroo waved his hand at the guy,
âYeah the media guys getting their cocks sucked by the governorâs PR team to cover it up-â, Daichi answered without skipping a beat, nodding seriously as he slurps up his gravy like a hungry beast.
Kuroo nodded, his hands coming into action as he hunched over the table conspiratorially, âYeah so, he was head of security right- and the governor knew his face, heâd been in town for a while right-â
The silence around this table now. Kuroo felt like a star, his story was reaching hundreds- he was making history right now.
âDaichi here, bless him, he bends over right- and what, you were going commando that day you said?â, a nod his way as Tetsurou feigned asking for confirmation.
âYep yeah- hot day, Mayâs just fuckin murder-â
âYeah so my guy turns from the podium for a second to check if his deputy had the perimeter secure- he bends over to talk to the guy standing down the stairs- and his, will you believe it- his pants ripâ
At this point Kuroo gives a grin- not too big a grin, just a shrug of his shoulders like, âhey it happensâ.
âHis pants rip- and he ends up mooning the governor- who was, looking DIRECTLY at him when he was giving his speech-â
Daichi smirks at this point, agreeing in full.
âAnd the governor.. trips- over the wires on his podium- and falls-â, Kurooâs strong fist smacks hard into his palm, âHead-first into the concrete 3 feet below-â
At this point, the entire table was staring hard at the two men- waiting for the punchline to this joke, waiting for a crack of laughter, a smile- a flash of tooth.
They got nothing.
Kuroo shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head at his tray and biting on his bread. âDamn tragedy- wrong place, wrong time, man..â, he finished in a low voice.
Sawamura glared at them, daring them, any one of them to laugh. Not a soul dared. And then the man finished his meal, smacking his lips, slurping up the rest of his gravy and scarfing down his fish.
And with that, the duo of Kuroo and Sawamura exited the scene, making it back to their cell in one piece.
Once inside their cell- they exchanged one look, and were falling all over the floor, Daichi clutching at his stomach, Kuroo pounding the floor with his fist as they laughed their hearts out.
âMy ASS IS MAKING ROUNDS BABYâ
âFUCK YEAH ITâS MAKING ROUNDS- YOU SEEN THAT THING? YOU PACKING BACK THERE MY MANâ
Hi-fives were exchanged- the two men slapping each otherâs backs as loud as thunder- till they heard a loud yell from their floor guard, and tried to choke back their laughter, giggling like a couple of schoolboys as they watched each other. Each one with some wonder in their eyes as they did.
âMan.. youâre alright-â, Kuroo said with a big grin thrown his way.
âYouâre.. brilliant- did your mouth get you into prison?â, Daichi leaned back on his bedframe, stretching his legs out in front of him as he asked.
âYou could say that-â
âBet it could get us out of prison too-â
âIâm not blowing any guards again man-â
â..thatâs not what I.. again..?â
Kuroo took his pack of cigarettes out from under his blanket- waving them at him like it shouldâve been obvious.
â..you a lawyer?â, Daichi asked now.
He chuckled at him, his body vibrating as he lit his cigarette with the lighter he would have to chuck down the toilet when they checked the cell this weekend.
âYou know, I couldâve made a great lawyer.. made more money like that too probably-â, he shrugged his shoulders, taking a long drag.
âSo- did you?â, Tetsurou looked back at him with teasing eyes, a smile on his face,
âDid I what-â, he answered, his face was considerably softer on him now. He had a handsome face, especially when he smiled. Kuroo reckoned heâd like to see more of that over the next few months.
âGet in here for your ass-â, he said as he stretched his arms above and behind his head, a little too suggestive a look on his face.
He fully expected Daichi to close up again, turn a cheek- or maybe give him a hard punch to his exposed ribs.
But instead, Sawamura looked him in the eye, a growing smirk of his own on his lips,
âWhy donât you find out..â
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Kurodai Day 4:Â Umbrella Thief
âItâs not here? Oh hellâ
Daichi looked about the restaurant helplessly. It was a new umbrella too, one of the prettiest heâd owned- bright yellow with daisy prints on it. He sighed in some defeat, thanked the waiter and left.
It was his own fault really, heâd only just remembered that heâd forgotten it here the next day. Heâd had dinner at The Grizzly Cove the night before, a simple meal for one- roast beef, a side of potatoes, the usual. He came here often enough, he didnât live far from the place and he liked to eat out now and then just to treat himself.
The worst part of this? It was raining on and off for the past week and he really did need an umbrella.
Daichi looked up at the cloudy sky and sighed yet again, deciding he ought to buy a new one right away before he headed home.
Who would steal a goddamn umbrella..
He kicked at the pavement, grumbling like a child whoâd just had his ice cream knocked out of his hand.
Just as he rounded a corner, he saw a store that had a sale on umbrellas-
Perfect.
This time heâd get some boring monocolor umbrella, he thought to himself, a big frown on his face. He needed time to mourn his daisies, he couldnât set about trying to find a replacement right away. Wouldnât feel right.
As he made his way through the store- it was evening time, and the clouds looked about ready to burst any second. But just as he found himself by the bin of umbrellas- he saw that it was empty, the sign with the big Pooh bear on it winking at him in a cheeky way, cruel almost, with his own yellow umbrella and rain-boots on.
The man wasnât having the greatest day so far. And to make matters worse, just as he stepped outside the store-
Heavy. Pouring. Rain.
Sawamura Daichi turned the collar of his jacket up and zipped it up to his neck. Sticking his hands in the pockets, he grumbled some more and walked along the pavement under the awning till he got to the bus stop.
What a downpour it was- sending most pedestrians scurrying inside shops or under awnings. Except for the ones with their umbrellas. Of course.
Well, heâd just have to buy one soon- maybe order one online.
He stepped onto the bus that had arrived- it would just be 2 stops till home. As he paid his fare and settled down in a seat next to the window, he saw him.
A man with sharp, messy black hair, a black coat, facing away from him as he walked out of a cafĂ© on the opposite side of the road. The rain didnât seem to faze him, reaching behind him to take out his umbrella.
A yellow umbrella.
A yellow umbrella with daisies on it.
Daichiâs eyes bugged out of his sockets when he saw it open- the man walking down the street and away from him, with HIS umbrella.
âO I â HE Y hey-â, he began practically yelling at the man, the thief, through the glass like he could hear him. The passengers on the bus frowned, but he didnât care- that was HIS GODDAMN UMBRELLA.
He stood up from his seat, his eyes fixed on his umbrella floating in the air as he made his way to the doors of the bus. It was carrying him away from it- his umbrella, his precious daisies-
He couldnât see it anymore- the man was getting into a cab just as Daichi was stumbling to the doors and demanding to be let out.
And just like that, he missed his chance. His umbrella was gone again. Stolen by this.. this-
Goddammit.
He was willing to put it out of his mind- after about a week of tossing and turning in bed plotting revenge. He might have even had a dream about the thief- his profile and a nasty smile on his face as he floats away with his umbrella like Mary Poppins.
But today was going to be a good day, Little Women was finally out in theatres. Well, just the one cinema that was screening it. And that suited him just fine. He was sitting in the movie hall with a big tub of popcorn for himself. There were hardly 50 people in here with him, scattered all over the hall- the row two rows down from him was full, but the rest of the hall was mostly empty.
He settled back in his seat as the movie started up. Daichiâs eyes wandered to that row several times- to the seat directly in his line of sight. He wasnât quite sure why. The fellow had wild looking hair, sticking up every which way, made it look funny against the screen- and he kept leaning to his left to.. o h
O h..
Oh for fuckâs sake, it was a public.. theatre.. He didnât have to be chewing this girlâs ear off right in the middle of the park scene. It was distracting as hell. Daichi could just make out the smile on his face in the dark.
That smile. Something very, strangely familiar about it. It had him feeling uneasy, shifting in his seat and trying to look back at the screen.
And thatâs when he saw it- the man shifted closer to his date, revealing by his knee.. an unmistakeably bright, yellow umbrella.
Daichiâs neck nearly snapped, the way it shot forward to peer at it in the dark.
Daisies.
He could make out the pattern- white daisies all over it though it was folded closed.
It was him, the man in black, the thief the-
Oh his blood was boiling. The gall of him to come to his special movie night and taunt him with his long, lost umbrella. With his date too, poor thing probably had no idea of his criminal past.
Oh he was going to get it now, he was going to snatch it right up from his hands. He would wait for the movie to end, and walk right up to him and ask him what the hell.
But, fate have it, the credits began to roll and everyone seemed to be in a rush to get outside. This man with his annoyingly tall body and his very long legs- he was rushing out first, his date under his arm and pulling out HIS umbrella.
No NO NO NO
Daichi runs now, leaping down the steps, his muscles straining as he reaches the lobby of the theatre to find that they were gone.
His umbrella, lost again. Taken by him.
Again.
Daichi gives it another week- no, two- his eyes peeled for the man with HIS umbrella every time he walks down the street. Was it destiny then? That he should get his umbrella back? That he should slap his wrist and pry apart the fingers of the sinewy hand that clutched at its yellow handle.
Goddammit.
This time, it was out of his mind. Heâd been looking at new umbrellas online. Peonies, carnations, and yes, even daisies again. The tab was open on his browser all week, the check-out button waiting to be clicked.
But somehow he couldnât do it. He needed more time. And that was okay, he thought. Heâd managed to stay clear of the rain for a while now, it wasnât an urgent need.
He was going to a little concert today, something heâd seen advertised on home-made posters on his street. A small event no doubt, happening at a sponsorâs home. Seating and tickets would be sold as you arrive- and Daichi fancied a nice cello performance, drinking punch in paper cups..
He liked this sort of thing, quiet, pretty music, and a good way to unwind after a busy week at work.
Of course, when he arrived and bought his ticket, he sat right at the back with his cup of punch and waited for the room to fill. It was a small enough room to be full, maybe 30 people at best.
The musicians began their performance- two cellists and one violinist. He smiled as he closed his eyes, letting the notes hit him softly as they came. He sipped his punch as he listened.
When he opened his eyes, he saw him.
The man, clear as day, sitting two rows down from his, whispering animatedly to the person on his left. Daichi blinked his eyes several times, watching his hair, the way it fell over his face, his strong jawline- yep, it was the same guy.
And sure enough, right there by his knee, his beloved yellow daisied umbrella.
This was it, this was his chance, heaven ordained. Daichi was not about to let go of it, standing up mid-concert, fuelled by the punch and making his way to his row.
âExcuse me- sorry- excuse me- sorryâ, whispered through the air as the man, clearly vexed, made his way to the centre of the row. His back was bent painfully so he could look this fucker right in the face-
âH ey- thatâs my umbrellaâ
No answer. His head was turned away from him, his stupid, soft hair flopping as he nodded to the man he was so deeply engaged in conversation with.
âO I Iâm talking to you-â
Thankfully, the other guy alerted him to his presence, though Daichi couldâve sworn he was ignoring him on purpose.
His face when he turned around, looked even more deadly, the thief looked up at him, his sharp gold eyes narrowing and brows knitting in confusion.
âTh is-â, Daichi aggressively pointed at his precious article, âIs m y umbrellaâ
The fellow tilted his head at him, like a damn puppy. âO h? Is it? Itâs a great umbrella!â
All of this whispered back and forth between them while 25 other people frowned at them- Daichi was suddenly very conscious of himself, shaking his head and jerking his thumb behind him for the guy to follow.
He watched him being all sweet to the man, giving him a reassuring smile and pat on his thigh. He couldâve sworn that hand lingered.
With a distinctly sour taste in his mouth, Daichi led the way outside, and stood underneath the awning overlooking the street, Â pouring just outside of it. His arms were crossed across his broad chest as he stared down, uh- up at this jackass.
âWhatâs the big idea huh- you stole that umbrella right out of The Grizzly Cove- thatâs M Y umbrella bubâ,
This was no time for civility. No way. Sawamura Daichi mightâve even glared at him. But it didnât seem to faze him in the least- the man put a hand up to the back of his neck, giving the sweetest, sheepish grin.
Was that a blush..?
âIâm so sorry! I just really needed an umbrella and had been putting it off for a while, so I uh- took it I guess- pretty thing-â
âYes I know itâs pretty-â, he shot back at him. Clearly, at a loss for words and staring at his feet angrily.
Well, that was that, the man held the umbrella out to its true owner with a smile. A genuine smile it seemed like, one of repentance.
Good. He ought to repent.
Daichi took it from him, happily curling his fingers around the familiar handle- he smiled down at it, then looked up to see several people exiting from behind him. Heâd missed the end of the concert.
Oh well, he wasnât bothered. He was reunited with his umbrella, and it was looking up to be a great day.
Daichi nodded at the man, thinking it better to not tell him just how many times heâs bumped into him since the past month. What was there to say really- it was some kind of mad coincidence.
âDidnât think Iâd.. find you- IT- again..â, he mumbled at him.
âOh I had no idea somebody was looking for it!â, he said with another warm smile and looked out into the street.
âYou uh- leaving?â
âYep yeah- cheers then-â, Daichi nodded at him softly and stepped out from under the awning, the pouring rain that did not touch him, that made a perfect arc around him, owing to his pretty yellow umbrella.
Life was good again.
He took a few steps ahead, and then stopped.
.
.
.
A slow turn around revealed to his eyes, a very awkward looking ex-umbrella thief, standing just shy of the curtain of rain and watching him with- an uncomfortable grimace.
âRight, get in-â
âThank you..â
âDo I drop you to a bus-stop? Car?â
âI was thinking a bite to eat actually, The Grizzly Cove?â
Daichi looked up at him, and he figured, he ought to huff, grumble, give him the ugliest look he could muster. But instead, he smiles and looks away.
âThe nameâs Kuroo- your humble umbrella thief-â
âSawamura- and youâre buying..â
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When so many trans narratives are about âjust being who you are in the wrong bodyâ it was confusing to put myself in that box growing up. I would daydream about being a guy, see myself as someoneâs boyfriend often, dream about being a man too- and this I never told anyone cause it didnât seem normal. But hell if I knew how big an umbrella âtransâ is, Iâd have figured it out a LONG time ago.Â
My fav trans writer just made this on her Twitter so I thought Iâd share.
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Pay Attention to Palestine
I really donât mean to guilt trip anyone, but the word needs to be spread about Palestine and no major news outlets are covering it. Hundreds of Palestinians are being injured by the Israeli Occupation forces trying to defend their homes from settler violence and ethnic cleansing.
For the past month lynch mobs and anti-Palestinian pogroms have filled the streets of Jerusalem, this is an extension of over 70 years of ethnic cleansing, dispossession, occupation, settler colonialism, and murder that has effected Palestinians, and Israeli courts have ordered the eviction of 12 Palestinian families in Sheikh Jarrah and to hand over their land to Israeli settlers. If you are American, this is what your tax dollars are going to, the least you can do is spread the word and voice your support for us.Â
If you are able to donate, here are some donation links for Palestinians in need:Â
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Why do little kids get all the cool clothes?? What if I want a shirt with a stegosaurus driving an excavator on it?? Huh, why does the fashion industry not think about that??
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Kurodai Day 3: Blind Date
âSawamura Daichiâ, a low, grumbling tone as he gives his name at the restaurant, a real fancy one at that. He was going to kill Suga for setting him up on this- or worse, make him pay his half of the dinner.
It was one thing to tell him âitâll be fun!â, âyou need to get out moreâ, âheâs quite the looker Kenma saidâ and wink at him like the imp he was. But this place was literally sitting on a beach- the dark waves crashing on the rocks just below them, several lanterns illuminated the night dimly as the strum of a guitar floated through the air.
It was excessive.
âTable with Kuroo Tetsurou?â, the man at the desk inquired of him politely, and the brown haired man nodded soberly at him. He was led past several other tables, most of them occupied by couples holding hands or cooing at each other in whispers. And suddenly, Daichi felt his stomach knot uncomfortably. Heâd need half a bottle of something strong to get him through the night, that much was certain.
He had made sure to dress appropriately- bringing out his nicer linen shirt for the occasion. And it was barely 7 pm, he was sure he was the first to arrive. Good, it gave him time to gather his surroundings and get started on some champagne- or maybe even scotch.
But he was mistaken. As they neared his table- he saw Kuroo Tetsurou- sitting there with a glass of wine, his face turned to the ocean. He looked tall, well built, and had a handsome enough face. His hair looked like something wild that had been told to behave- covering a considerable part of his face. His shirt collar was popped open just enough to leave the eye.. wandering..
He turned to see him then, a polite smile on his lips as he stood up to greet him properly. Daichi was at a loss for words, was he supposed to shake hands with him? He couldnât apologize for being late, he was exactly on time in fact. So he nodded at him instead, awkwardly standing there and avoiding eye contact.
âA h h! Sorry I came early, I uh- I was eager I guessâ, the other man said, smiling warmly, unabashed by his own lack of restraint.
âDonât worry about it! Itâs uh- a pretty place..â, Daichi added as he looked around and motioned for him to sit.
âIt is! Glad they picked it..â, Kuroo settled back down easy, his hand idly reaching into his hair to card through it, which only made him wonder if it was a well placed tactic-
What would it feel like, pushing his fingers through that hair..
Dusky gold eyes flickered up to meet his as a menu was placed on the table for each of them. âSomething to drink? Iâve already got mineâ, he gestured to his glass just as he takes a sip out of it.
Red wine, he was a red wine kind of guy..
âUh yeah- let me just..â, he looked down the menu, and ordered himself a whiskey sour, thinking maybe with two of those in him, he might just be able to have fun tonight.
He wanted to have fun tonight, he decided, brown eyes trailing up the manâs hands, the corded muscle of his fore arms, and then his strong, broad shoulders. But when he looked up at his face, he saw immediately that Kuroo had noticed. His eyes seemed to settle heavily on him, something dark and magnetic that called from behind them. And that smile, he would see it for the first time that night, but certainly not for the last- the corners of his lips turning up slyly.
What the hell was he smirking for. He was checking him out, so what, itâs a date, what else was he supposed to-
The man moved forward to rest his elbows on the table, âWell youâre very handsome, guess I wasnât wrong in telling Twitter I had a hot date tonight..â, Tetsurouâs words spilled out from his lips smooth and warm.
Was he supposed to thank the guy? Oh no, Daichi didnât roll like that, he wasnât a shy man, and though he found himself severely enjoying having those eyes fix on him the way they did- he wasnât going to make it obvious. At least not right away.
âMm? Your Twitter followers know?â, he said just as smoothly, deciding to lean towards him and let him have his full gaze. A small smirk on his face, âAre they expecting updates on how well itâs going too?â
Daichi took a sip from his drink, watching him from above the rim of his glass. He seemed to enjoy it, the little tease had his lips stretching wider, slow and deliberate.
Tetsurou hummed softly at him as he feigned being thoughtful about his answer. âNo.. I think Iâll keep the more fun details to myselfâ, and sure enough, his eyes did a quick sweep over his chest, âLeave them begging for more-â
His lips formed the last words carefully, purposefully.
It had Daichi exhaling slowly and sitting up straighter, very amused by his companion already.
By now, Daichi had downed half his drink, and was feeling very good. They spoke some more about their interests- they didnât speak about work. Work was boring and drab they both agreed- they both liked dogs, they both liked fish. Theyâd ordered a seafood platter to be had between them, Daichi had asked him if he didnât mind sharing- and Kuroo had answered with a devilishly charming smile, ânot if itâs foodâ.
It mustâve been good whiskey to make him look back at the man with renewed interest, his eyes frequently going to the neckline of his shirt. Or was it. He couldnât stop himself then from saying the next words. âYou donât look like a man who does dates in restaurants..â
âDonât I? And whyâs that..â
âDonât strike me as the type to beat around the bush.. faff around with wine and suchâ
Kuroo laughed a little at him, and tilted his head to indulge him, âYouâll be surprised how much of that I do- but youâre right, I donât usually enjoy it.â
âMm me neither, I prefer something more.. organic should we say-â, Daichi wanted to kick himself as he spoke, a slight pinkness to his cheeks now. But he couldnât deny that he was feeling more bold as the night went by.
âYou like the outdoors?â, he asked fairly innocently. So he did want to make conversation.
âI like using muscle- biking, trekking..â, he looked back at him casually as he sucked on a shrimp, âAs long as weâre tired and sweaty after-â
âMaybe we should quit faffing around and go on a hike- thereâs a spot nearby for joggersâ
There it was again, his smile, his eyes challenging him, inviting him to bite. And oh he wanted to bite- Daichi nibbled at his lip, the alcohol was making him warm. The alcohol, and the way this man licked the inside of that calamari ring. His tongue knew what it was doing- and he didnât seem to give a single fuck that they were in the middle of a populated restaurant. Either that or his fourth glass of wine was doing its magic.
Bit of both, he figured.
âItâs a senior citizenâs park..â
âWay past their bed-time anyway-â, a gleeful smile on his lips, before he erupted in a hearty laugh. Kuroo laughed so fully, so confidently, his body shaking with delight- and it was contagious as hell. Daichi found himself laughing too- his eyes looking back at this beautiful man he wanted to kiss.
He wanted to kiss him so much.
Reach across the table.. put his tongue in his mouth, show him what he could do with it, show him he wasnât special with that trick with the squid..
âMmm donât trust myself right now- might end up leaning on you half the wayâ, Kuroo stretched back in his chair- gesturing to the fifth glass of wine heâd just started on.
Daichi himself was on his third whiskey-
âWow weâre really going for it tonight huhâ, he said with an amused chuckle as he sucked on the slice of orange from his drink- choosing to leave it in his mouth so he could use his hands to hammer open the crab-shell.
âItâs a beautiful place, beautiful man by my side, beautiful food- why the hell not-â, Tetsurou said in what seemed like a genuine compliment, which he had to take in good grace. Daichi smiled at him, casting his eyes lower in a sweet blush.
âDo you like that.. Daichi..?â
Brown eyes found his gold, widened in drunken honesty.
âKnowing I think youâre beautiful..â
Now, Daichi was a decent man, even when plastered he could gather his bearings, laugh it off and escape with a blush on his face. But right now, his mind was bending, telling him where his hands could go on Tetsurouâs body- where his mouth could go on his own body- telling him that the bathroom was so very close by..
âIâll be taking that as a yes..â
He smiled down at the clams- picking one up in his chopsticks- and Daichi knew that that clam was a goner. Kuroo put his lips on the soft flesh, his mouth only half open as he curled his tongue against the meat. And he sucked at it- little smacking noises while he practically made love to that little mollusc.
âYou trying to impress me with that show?â, Daichi snarked at him, his cheeks impossibly reddened from the sight and the sound of it. He expected the man to say something witty, sidestep him like the smartass he was. But instead, he looked directly into his eyes with his drunken, molten gold- an open mouthed smile, his tongue licking a sloppy, dirty stripe up to scoop up the remaining shellfish- âWhy! You noticed! Is it working?â
Is it working, he asks.
He was just about ready to push that plate of clams off the table and lie down on it himself-
Yeah.. his fingers clutching at the tablecloth- the soft, damp flesh of the lobster under his shoulders while Kuroo Tetsurou pushes that hungry, wet tongue of his deep inside of him. His back arching, his head snapping backwards.. hazy lights of the lanterns and the crash of the waves.. the live band being drowned out by loud music of his own.
âDaichi..?â
Surprising innocence on his face, the knit of his brows like heâs genuinely concerned.
âIâm fine.. had enough of this..â, he says with a nod and pushes his empty glass away. Daichi looked at the waves to try and calm himself down. He really didnât want a hard-on here- though he was already half there, he realized, much to his embarrassment.
âMm- me too.. man Iâm stuffedâ, Tetsurou stated with a happy pat of his stomach. Cute. He was being cute now. Was there no end to the multitude of emotions he would have Daichi running through tonight.
âSo.. you still on for that hike? Or- should we call it a night-â
Daichi looked back at him curiously. Did he seriously mean..
âUh h- Can you even walk right now?â
âNope! Youâll have to carry me- use your muscle and all that, you hunk-â, a gleeful smile on his lips as he rests his chin on his palms. Daichiâs eyes narrowed at him, not amused by the joke. Or maybe a little amused- the smirk on his lips threatening to pull into a smile of endearment.
Kuroo giggled slightly to himself, then straightened up- his aura changing effortlessly back to assume his dark purpose, âO r, we take that hike tomorrow.. afternoon, after weâre doing with round two-â
He didnât have to say another word- but he did anyway, the wet tip of his tongue touched his upper lip, sharp gold fixing on the pair of brown, âI lied.. Iâm still so fucking hungry..â
That was it. He couldnât take it anymore- Daichi quickly turned around in his seat to raise his hand high, and waved with conviction for their server.
Just, get the damn check already.
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DJDJDJJ THIS PREMISE
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For @kurodai-week day 3: first/last
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Itâs the annual âSummer Watermelon Crushing Competitionâ and Kuroo vows to not let Bokuto win it for the sixth time in a row. Not that he has anything against Bokuto winning said competition, heâs supported him these past few years, but the prize is too good to pass up and Kuroo, well, he wants it for himself.
The thing is though, he canât fight this battle on his own. Heâs no match for Bokutoâs prowess, he could admit as much. Therefore, he needs a champion.
He needs the perfect thighs to crush them all.
Heâd been hopeful at the start, a month before the said competition, knows that he will definitely find what heâs looking for, but with only a week left, heâs nowhere near finding the elusive thighs that would be his champion.
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Kurodai AUÂ Chapter 2: Lover Bear
The wolf didnât wake till afternoon, the light looking much like heâd left it when heâd fallen asleep. Time seemed to be evading him.
Maybe he was dead after all.
Kuroo looked down at his legs- breathing seemed to be easier to manage today, but he could still barely move a muscle without wincing in pain. And his legs were heavier than stone. Before he could fully look around him, a shape loomed over him, giving him a start. Two fluffy round ears, and a curious snuffle from the snout over the manâs hair, which tickled him, making him laugh softly.
âHey little cubâ, he crooned softly at the bear-cub who was clearly very curious about the stranger. He raised his arms up above his head to give him soft scratches behind the ears. And instantly, the little guy was won over.
The cub was settling his head down in the crook of his neck, sniffing at his body and nuzzling close. Kuroo smiled at the welcome he was receiving, petting and caressing his new friend- when two more arrived, both just as curious as their brother- taking turns sniffing around his legs and coming closer for cuddles.
He was more than happy to oblige, giving everyone pats and scratches, a big grin on his face.
âO h man..â, came the familiar voice from behind him, causing Kuroo to look up- an adorable sight, surrounded by three bear cubs who had nestled into his various crevices and made home there.
He grinned at his benefactor, âI made friends!â
âMhm- alright guys come on, itâs like a furnace in here, give him some room-â, the brown haired fellow sat down, shooing the cubs away with paternal patience. The cubs relented, standing a little ways away, but not fully leaving- choosing to butt their heads into him instead.
Warm laughter filled the cave, his eyes crinkling with joy as he shoved at the cubs playfully, âIâm busy! Quit playing-â, he smiled and grabbed at the faces that shoved into his sides. His hand seemed to have healed well enough overnight. It was cleaned and stitched up, looking much better than it had yesterday.
Kuroo watched him bring out that shell filled with the salve again- and still plagued by the cubs who sniffed at it curiously, he came closer, rubbing the stuff on both his hands and setting his palms down on his chest.
âHow are you feeling todayâ, he directed at the wolf, patient, doting eyes on him.
âGood..â Kuroo seemed at a loss for words, having spent the last few minutes simply staring at the other, his smile, his eyes, his strong arms- his chest now uncovered by any furs in the warmth of the day. And it seemed he was mighty distracted.
âGood? Like you can walk out of here good or âyou canât feel your legs at all so I might as well cut them offâ- goodâ
Look at that smirk on his handsome face. What a cheeky bear.
âIâm better, thank you- the salve did help, donât think I have a fever anymore..â, he said with some patience, a brow raised towards the man who was now busy rubbing down his torso.
Oh, heâd reached his hips already. There it was again, that unbelievable surge of heat down to his-
âYeah your color seems to be returning- I think you should be able to sit up tomorrow, but weâll take it easy anyway-â
His hands had come back up to get his back, fingers following his spine down to his tailbone again. Kuroo had to close his eyes for fear they might roll upwards- his chest expanding less painfully now as he took in deep breaths.
But it was over within seconds. Far too short this time round.
Gold eyes followed him as he reached for a sack and brought from inside a fist full of pretty purple rocks- a beautiful shine to them, unlike any gemstone heâd ever seen. He watched as the man carefully set them down on his body one by one, following a line down his sternum to his belly, and down his two legs using the sticky consistency of the salve to hold them in place.
âTheyâre beautiful..â, he said, his eyes flicking up to his face as he finished up his work for the day.
âArenât they..â, a smile on his face as he put them away. The cubs had been deterred for only a little as they watched their older brother do important work. But they were at it again, sniffing at Kurooâs body curiously. One even managed to lick at the sticky goop when the bear man caught him- âH ey stop that- get out of here, all of youâ, he used that stern papa bear voice, too familiar to them no doubt. It was enough to have them pitter pattering out of the cave- the last one stumbling with his tongue hanging open and grunting from the sting of the medicine.
âCute kids..â, the wolf said to him in the fondest tone heâd used thus far. âAre they yours?â, he asked him curiously.
The other shook his head no, looking just a little perturbed at the question. Kuroo had to, had to probe more, he wanted to know. âThat was your mate right? The one I was hunting-â
âNo.. sheâs not- theyâre her cubs and I take care of them sometimes but, sheâs not my mate-â, his voice was weighed down by something he couldnât quite decipher. But it would sate his curiosity for now.
And with that, he was standing up to go-
âO i where you going-â, he protested, raising himself up on his elbows to crane his neck back towards him- and then instantly regretting it as the pain shot through his torso.
âHey hey relax- just going down fishing, I was gone all day for the crystals, I need to see my family and cool off with them for a bit-â, he came closer, putting a calming hand on his shoulder to lay him back down. Kuroo looked up at him, upside down now as he watched his face. A playful little pout on his lips when he asks, âWell what if I need you..â
His brown eyes mustâve widened, just a little. They quickly darted away, an awkward smile on his face, he tried to brush it off. But Kuroo wasnât letting up, âI mean, what if Iâm in pain and I need that salve again..â
âYouâre good for at least half a day now..â, he said to him with more patience than he shouldâve- a softened look on his face as he stood up again. But he didnât leave, looking back out at the cave entrance towards the cubs who were hanging nearby.
âOkay, itâs time I taught you some signs then huh-â, he kneeled down again and scooted closer to Kuroo- giving him a face full of his gleaming chest in the last faint rays of sundown.
Heaven.. heaven on earth..
âYou listening?â
âYeah yeah- letâs learn some bear then-â, his eyes snapped up from their guilty pleasure to his face, showing him he was paying attention. The man leaned lower, his face level with the wolfâs.Â
And it made his heart stop.
The bear huffed through his nose at him, one, two, three times. Simple enough to replicate, though he wasnât sure if his body language would be correct for bears, Kuroo mimicked him, tipping his nose up towards his and following along.
âNo-â, he put his fingers on his chin, directing it back down. It wasnât easy to focus now, and he wasnât quite sure why- Kuroo wasnât one to shy away from physical touch, he quite enjoyed it, and a little touch to his face shouldnât have had his adamâs apple bobbing nervously like it did.
He tried again, three little huffs, keeping his nose level with his this time. This seemed to be more correct, granting him a smile and unfortunately, the leave of his fingers from his face. âYou got it, just do that to any of the cubs, theyâll come get me-â, he said with some satisfaction as he got up one final time and turned to leave.
âWhat does it mean-â
The bear man turned back, casually stating to him as he draped the furs over the wolfâs lower body, âFind my loverâ
Lover.
Lover?
Lover..?
The color rising in his cheeks was unmistakable as he tried to make sense of what heâd just said, blinking stupidly at him and completely speechless.
He seemed to understand the confusion a little late, giving him an airy laugh, âItâs the same word for caregiverâ, he said as he offered him a smile and what was a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He found him amusing at least, and not a pain, the thought left Kuroo smiling wider as he left the cave.
His lover.
A big sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes now, waiting for nightfall to come and for his lover to return. It was painfully boring in this cave, and the cubs werenât around for him to entertain either. Not to mention the talk of lovers having ignited something in him that he found an absolute annoyance, given the state of his body at the moment.
After what seemed like hours, he looked around the dark of the cave, and sensed nothing nearby. He cast his eyes down at the furs draped over his hips. Would his hips even work again.. The though of such a tragedy brought a small groan from his lips. It shouldâve been the least of his worries, but he was after all, a mortal man, of the flesh and all that. It had been.. a painfully long time since heâd last-
But then footsteps approached- familiar ones.Â
His lover was home.
Kuroo looked up to see him, his gold eyed glinting in the dark and seeing him clear as day. He had a.. giant fish in his mouth. And he looked happy, his hair dripping wet, as was the rest of his body.
Oh no.
âYou need to eat! Come on! We got a great haul today, oh boy oh boy-â he said, plopping the fish down in his lap as he crossed his legs and took a seat on the ground. He ripped out some of the flesh and offered it to him with his hand-
Kuroo stared back and shook his head, âIâm not.. a fish person..â, he said weakly, feeling his stomach turn at the sight.
âEh? What do you eat then? Berries? We have some but you need meat in you if you want your legs back-â, he looked at him, the most adorably perplexed expression on his face as he tilted his head at him.
âNo I- I donât eat them raw..â, he said with a sheepish look on his face.
Cue a much more surprised, even scandalised look on the bear manâs face.
âYou donât.. eat.. your meat.. r a w??â
Kuroo canât help but laugh at him then, clutching at his ribs for the ache it caused. He shook his head at him softly, âI cook it before I eat.. itâs just better for my body, I lived more around humankind than wolfkind.. just used to it like thatâ
âOh..â, he said now, and Kuroo couldâve sworn he saw his phantom bear ears droop a little. The very idea of.. cooking.. his fish.. seemed to depress the poor fellow. But he perked up soon after, swiveling around to find something. He rustled around back there and brought forth a few twigs, and smooth looking stones.
And then he set about, doing something like clicking the stones together. Minutes passed as he concentrated on his task, while the wolf watched, a big, indulgent smile on his face as he looked up at him from time to time.
â..with all due respect.. lover bear, what are you doingâ
The man looked at his face, eyes wide, his jaw tense. He didnât seem to want to comment on the nickname just yet, though heâd heard it alright. âIâm making a fire.. this is.. how the humans.. do it..â, his voice trailed off when Kuroo seemed to not be impressed.
âNo..?â
Shaking his head at him, âNoâ, he answered and took one stone from him- wincing as he raised himself up on one elbow.
âHold that in place-â, he reached for the fur at his hips with his other hand, gathering some of the loose furs on it and brought it back around to use as kindling- then struck hard at the rock in his hand. It took him a few tries but the warmth in that cave was kind enough to let the spark catch the fur- which Kuroo diligently blew at and fed little twigs.
He settled back down when it seemed to grow, feeding more twigs to it till it was blazing as big as his fist at the centre of the cave.
The other man seemed to be mesmerized by it, watching the flames dance in place, feeding it dry leaves from time to time. The gold and orange light flickered over their faces as they exchanged happy glances with each other. He held a stick of fish meat over the flame, turning it after a few minutes, while Kuroo watched him, happy enough to do just that.
And then he came to him, stick in hand. He blew on each piece, pulled it off its skewer and held it to his mouth for the wolf to eat. And he did, chewing hungrily. He hadnât eaten in more than a day now, he just realized.
When heâd had his fill for the time being, he looked up at him with interest. âDo bears feed each other..â
The question got him raising a brow at him, âYeah we feed our cubs.. what, you want me to chew up your meat and feed it to you like youâre a 1 month old?â
Kuroo sours a little, turning his nose up at him and looking up at the tall ceiling, illuminated by the light of the fire. â..wolves feed each other all the time.. donât have to be a pup to get itâ
The bear man could sense something in his voice, something wistful, longing. It wasnât a happy look on his face. So he tried to change the subject, huffing slightly, then in an amused tone, âThatâs another thing- donât even try to change here- Iâm warning you, you do so much as yip like a wolf and I wonât be able to protect you-â
He crossed his arms across his chest as he continued on firmly, âThe only reason theyâre letting you stay here is cause of me- but if you seem like a threat to the cubs, I wonât be able to stop them from ripping you apart.â
âMm mm.. got itâ, Kuroo answered with a small smile his way.
But he didnât stop there, smiling at the floor as his brown orbs twinkled. âNot sure how theyâre overlooking that stench thoughâ. When he looked up, he saw a disgruntled looking wolf man, an unamused look on his face. He looked like he wanted to bark at him right then and there.
He laughed again, chortling at his reaction, âYou have the pride of a wolf.. thatâs for sure, but not much else I gotta say-â, he groans as he shakes his head, âTheyâre so noisy when they play, just loud and obnoxious- o h and the howling at the moon, hell on earth, what a racketâ
Yet again, this was cause for Kuroo to raise his nose at him, taking a deep breath to pace himself, till a smile grew on his lips. A dreamy look on his face as his eyes seemed to get lost in his memories. âAhh.. but the moonâs so pretty, you canât help but sing to it..â
The other man looked at him, scooting a tad bit closer, and raising a single brow at his words, âYou.. sing to pretty things?â
The wolf manâs eyes darted back to his face, lolling his head towards him now with infallible confidence, âWhy, you interested?â
This confused him, though there was a little gnawing sensation at the back of his head. The bear ventured further, against his instinct,
âIn.. singing?â
âIn me singing to you- I canât see the moon from here- youâre a pretty bear, might just howl at you one of these days..â, words spoken without hesitation as he looked into his eyes, an annoyingly charming smirk on his lips that was begging to be wiped off.
He couldnât help but blush when he said it all, and thatâs what had him scoffing- laughing, disbelievingly, or perhaps just to distract himself from the near-hungry look in this manâs eyes.
âTell me this- is talking like a jerk just YOUR thing or is it just a wolf dialect-â, he shoots back at him now, thin lipped smile in place to control his face from erupting in color again.
That definitely knocked him down a peg, stopping him in his tracks. Kurooâs mouth was opened now, in a little scoff of his own, before he resumed that disgustingly smooth smile of his, âTell me this! Is fondling your patient just YOUR thing or it just the magic of bear fingers-â
âFONDLING! H AH-â he shook his head with some outrage at him, âYou need to learn to keep your mouth shut, Iâm not f o ndling you, Iâm healing you, you ungrateful little-â
But before he could finish his sentence, the wolf man was transformed in his affect- stretching his sinewy, muscular arms above him, his smile flashing as he presents his neck to him like a dog in heat, âMmm healing me alright.. in more ways than oneâ
Those eyes bore into him, watching him for a reaction, crafty and ready to pounce at any opening.Â
And he felt the heat climbing down his body, flickering like the light in the cave, threatening to reach its destination.
That was his cue to leave.
The bear man stood up, grateful for the heavy fur he had draped around his middle, âAlright wise-ass, get some sleepâ, he said with obvious bitterness lacing his words as his face steeled itself against any more unruly attacks from this jackass.
âH ahhh donât leave now, come on, I was teasing..â
It was almost laughable how needy he sounded, but the fact that it was working like tendrils tying his feet to the ground- that wasnât very funny at all, he thought. The bear swallowed slowly, determined not to give him another word- not another word for him to twist around and use against him.
âWonât you spend the night with me..?â
Silence. Deep breaths to calm himself, and to fix a testy gaze on the man at his feet, who still seemed to be holding back a laugh.
âHey itâs been a while since you put that stuff on me, I might hurt at night..â
Was there anything this guy wouldnât do to get him to stay. And what if he knew that heâd won before heâd even tried. What then.
The man sat back down heavily, reaching for some furs and laid them down- f ar from his side, the sign of a clear boundary. Which again got Kuroo chuckling to himself quietly as he watched him.
He put out the fire with impatience covering it with hide, and in the darkness lay down on his fur.
Deadly silence.
âHey uh.. whatâs your name.. I forgot to ask..â
Nothing. He was going to give him absolutely nothing.
â..do I just call you my lover then?â Â
âDaichi- my nameâs Daichi..â
Kuroo turned his head towards him in the dark, the smile on his face gleaming bright at the neat trick heâd just pulled.
âWhatâs yours..âÂ
âTetsurouâ, he answered with a softer smile his way. Â
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How to Unsummon an Annoying Hot Demon
kurodai week day 2!!
prompt: urban fantasy/supernatural
words: 849
warnings: swearing, demons, maybe a bit suggestive? i donât remember, but kurooâs in this (obviously) so probably suggestive lol
a/n: i like this one! my friend thought it was funny when i vaguely described it so here we go! and itâs edited and proofread too!
also on my ao3 here
âOh god, this is so fucking⊠pointless!â Daichi groans, tossing his Latin textbook across his room. Taking a deep breath, he assured himself, âItâs fine, weâre going to get this, weâre going to say this right.â He sat up and grabbed the textbook.Â
Daichi winced, preparing for the worst: that being the awful sound of failure that was sure to come from his own mouth.Â
He took a deep breath and tried a new sentence aloud. It was not correct. The book seemingly twitched in his hands. âWhat the hell?â
âOh god, what is it this time?â Daichiâs head whipped around, looking at the voice behind him. Sitting on top of his bookcase was a tall, handsome, Death Note Ryuk-esque man(?). His jet black hair stood straight up as if heâd been electrocuted, his cat-like eyes seemingly burning holes in Daichiâs skin, and his tiny, sharp horns were crooked.
When the man (thing? Ghost? Whatever he was) locked eyes with Daichi, his mood brightened. His brows raised and the corners of his lips quirked up.
âOh, youâre a cute one!â Daichi frowned and cautiously scooted back.
âCute what?â He asked, disregarding the compliment.
âHuman, summoner, whatever you want to call yourself.â âSummoner. Okay, this thing is supernatural,â Daichi thought. âSo! What did you summon me for? Some of my favorite responses have been âare you not a genie?â, âplease I just wanted a goth boyfriendâ, and âew what the fuck, fuck offâ!â Daichi stared at him. âSo this happens often?â
âI was just trying to work on my Latin pronunciation?â âI guess it was worse than I thoughtâŠâ
âOh, youâre one of those dark academia people?â
âNo, Iâm a student,â he replied firmly, getting rather tired of the guy.
âWell, I happen to like you, and since you seem like a decent guy, Iâll stick around for a while, howâs that?â
âNo, go back to where you came from, wherever that is.â
âIâm Kuroo Tetsurou. A demon, if you couldnât tell,â he added after taking note of Daichiâs silence.
âWow, really?â He sarcastically asked, grabbing and opening his discarded laptop to do a bit of demon research âHow to unsummon demons? Will that work?â
âSo, whatâs your name?â
âIâm not telling some otherworldly being who probably has the power to send me to hell.â
âThatâs fair. Well, I guess Iâll figure out myself.â Twisting the bedroom doorknob, Kuroo left Daichiâs bedroom. Which wasnât a problem at first, Daichi was pretty glad he left. Until he remembered his little sister was at home. In the living room. Watching PokĂ©mon.
âWait!â He whisper-yelled once he barreled into the hallway. Kuroo turned away from the family photos on the wall to face him and smirked, amber orbs glowing in the unlit hall.
âCaught feelings for me already, Daichi-kun?â He mustâve discovered his name from the family photo collage. Daichi hated that he kind of liked the sound of Kuroo saying his name.
Rolling his eyes, he groaned, âAs if. You canât go downstairs. My little sister is there.â
âIf sheâs even half as cute as you, I donât see a problem.â Daichi crossed his arms and raised a brow. Kurooâs face dropped. âOh. You meant little little sister.â
âYeah, and youâd scare the shit out of her. Get out of my house.â
âBut I like it here!â Kuroo whined. âI thought demons were supposed to be big and scary? This oneâs a baby,â Daichi mentally analyzed.
âCome back to my room. You can stay for⊠an hour or so.â
âIâll be sure to win you over by then,â the demon purred, winking as he sauntered back into the bedroom. Daichi groaned, burying his face in his hands. âI need to get my schedule changed, this is the last straw. No more Latin, I swear.â
âSo do you eat apples or something?â Daichi mumbled, resuming his demon research after he re-entered. Kuroo was spinning in Daichiâs desk chair like heâd never seen one before.
âStop watching anime, Daichi-kun, it gives you delusions like that,â Kuroo chuckled. âI have to make a summoning circle? And repeat the summoning phrase backwards? I donât even know what I said!â
âWhat did I say that summoned you?â Daichi asked totally not suspiciously. Kuroo smirked.
âWhy? Canât get enough of me?â
âDefinitely,â Daichi said unconvincingly.
âDaichi-kun,â Kuroo whined, âyou wound me!âÂ
As much as Daichi hated to admit, the demon was growing on him. He was kind of funny, maybe a little attractive (who was Daichi kidding, he was hot), and an interesting character in general. Entertaining, thatâs the word Daichi was looking for.
Standing up to get some air (and check on his sister), Daichi stretched. âIâm going to check on my sister and maybe get a snack. Youâd better be gone by the time Iâm back,â he commanded, though a tiny, very small piece of his heart hoped heâd stay.
âSure, sure, Daichi-kun.â Daichi rolled his eyes and opened the door. âIf you have some, can I try those things called potato chips?â Kuroo called after him. Daichi shook his head and snickered.
âWhat the hell?â
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Kurodai AU Chapter 1: The Wolf and The Bear
He waited in the dark for an opportunity to strike. She looked like she was alone. Not a very big bear, he could definitely take her if he aims for her throat. One big bite, even if she throws him off, he could try to land on his feet. He might break a few toes, but that was a very small price to pay if he could get food and shelter for the month.
Kuroo stepped out into the clearing by the waterâs edge, stalking closer behind the bear who seemed unaware of his footsteps. And just as he was about to lunge, he hears massive footsteps running towards him, causing him to turn wildly around- a giant bear, much bigger than the other was charging at him. Where had he come from, this wasnât going according to plan at all.
He ran back into the woods behind them, running for his life, his heart beating against his chest to carry him further. This was it, he was dying today, and for what- for a life of a petty vendor running errands between tribes for scraps. He could see his life flashing before his eyes as he scrambled into the woods- the grizzly was fast as he was big, even the trees werenât deterring him like they normally should any bear.
He managed to climb a leaf strewn slope up to a jutting rock- hiding behind it to try and catch his breath. He debated running further, calling for help from the neighboring packs- maybe someone would come after all, even if he wasnât welcome there anymore, maybe theyâd mistake his call for someone else.
But then he knew, nobody would come. He was alone, and he would die alone, under the jaw of this grizzly. Heâd have to put up a fight, and this was his one chance.
He takes a deep breath, steels himself, and prepares to die.
He aimed for the inside of the bearâs paw- a soft spot, easy to sink his teeth into and try to tear a chunk out of. As he connected with the beast, a terrifying, thunderous roar filled the forest, enough to shake new life into his body- he wasnât all that small compared to him, his jaw clamping down on his entire paw, sharp fangs digging in deep. But the bear was bigger still, stronger, taller when he stood on his hind legs, and he was being thrashed around in the air like a ragdoll.
Then finally, with one last shake, he was tossed into the side of that very same rock. His fate was cruel, but that wasnât the thought running through his mind when the wind was knocked out of him- the only thought he had, as he whimpered loudly, tears stinging at his eyes- was the excruciating pain shooting through his entire body. His legs, his torso, his head. His head was spinning, the world was spinning- everything seemed to be going dark.
This was it. This was the end. He was dying. Like the dog he is, bleeding against a rock in the middle of nowhere.
He couldnât breathe, his ribs surely broken and its contents jostled around. Only his heart seemed to beating still stronger, aching as it pumped life into his body that begged it to stop.
Meanwhile, the bear seemed to be in immense pain, stumbling through the woods higher up the slope, leaving a trail of blood behind from its paw.
Kuroo closed his eyes then, satisfied with at least that much. That heâd died a fighting dog. If.. if his parents knew, then maybe theyâd be proud.
And with that, he let the blackness take him.
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 Kuroo opened his eyes. How much time had passed, he didnât know. It seemed dark still, had it been a day already? No, he didnât think so- it was his instincts driving him now, he needed a safe place to crawl into. Somewhere he could pass out in peace, not here where some animal or other would find him.
But could he move? He looked down to his legs, they looked bad- bruised dark, he could see it better now on his human skin. He was so sure he looked like a sad sack of meat as a man, but he knew he was too weak to change back, for a while at least. So not only was he on the verge of death, he was in his defenseless form- no sharp teeth or claws, or fur.
He reached down to the little bundle of rags he had tied to his thigh, and suddenly felt pain, bolts of pain running jagged through his torso. He gasped for air, struggling as he undid his clothes and managed to pull his hide-skin on. The bottoms were far worse to get into, his pelvis must be shattered he thought as he willed himself not to cry out loud. Panting, sweating, and delirious from the pain, he looked up the slope- all he needed to do was find a cave to lie down in. He wouldnât move again for at least a week, but right now, he didnât want to die of shock when something attacked him for meat as the night went by.
Taking in sharp hissing breaths through his mouth, he gripped at the rock beside him, and discovered that he couldnât stand. He closed his eyes as the tears came, pain like heâd never felt before- and gritted his teeth, crawling up the slope as best as he could. Thankfully, it wasnât too steep, and there were roots he could use to hoist himself up- his arms though bruised and hurting, could still carry him.
He managed to crawl on his knees some of the way- though it took the life out of him, which made him wonder if he might just survive this. Funny what 5 seconds of being upright can do to a man. Kuroo looked ahead of him just as the slope began to ease up, and saw the entrance of a tunnel that led into the mountain. It wasnât used by any humans, that much was certain by the large bones strewn outside of it.
It wasnât his best choice, but it had to do. The man managed somehow to stand then- his muscles aching, tears streaming down his face- he managed to hobble the rest of the way to the little doorway of the cave and collapse right in the middle of it, elbows hitting the hard granite.
This time he did whimper- and suck in a breath, eyes tired from staying open for so long. Crawling to the wall, he tried to sit up, but it hurt to put weight on his tailbone- so he slumped up against it instead. His peculiar gold eyes glinted towards the dark tunnel, praying that nothing came out of there while he was awake. Or that if it did, it would snap his neck first, do him a kindness.
What he didnât expect, was a pair of eyes watching him from just inside the doorway-Â
human eyes.
Kuroo sucked in a breath, his adrenaline kicking in for a few seconds while he tried to sniff them out. He smelled dangerous, it made him want to roll right out of the cave heâd so painstakingly brought himself crawling into.
What was that smell.. strange, human but, unlike any human heâs ever smelled.
The stranger came forward then, his face illuminated slightly by the moonlight outside- dark hair, dark eyes, his body covered in dark furs, and a rugged face that spoke of immense strength. He didnât seem hostile.
The two men stared at each other for a while longer- till Kuroo finally becomes aware of the smell of blood on him. Injured, like him, taking refuge in this cave then. But, a quick glance over his body revealed to him that he was nursing his hand behind him, the blood draining from there no doubt.
His gold eyes flicked up to his face just as heâd connected the dots, and so had the other man apparently,
âYou shouldâve run when you had the chance- I didnât want to make a body bag out of you-â, the young man said plainly, bringing his bleeding hand out into the light, bandaged roughly with some leaves.
âI didnât think youâd let me go with my life, after I almost attacked your mateâ, Kuroo answered, his eyes studying the manâs affect, his body language was calm, composed. It wasnât like he was a threat to anyone in the state he was in of course, and clearly he was more in danger than this bear man was.
The stranger didnât say anything, only looking down at Kurooâs legs, then at his torso. âWhy were you hunting her- didnât expect a wolf to hunt a grizzly on his own, the stupidest thing you dogs have ever doneâ
That comment got his hackles rising- a low rumble in his throat, which died as fast as it had come. He was far too much in pain to care about his pride.
âI was hunting for my tribe in the village nearby.. fish was drying up over the fall, deer running far from here- bear wouldâve given them fur and meat for weeks-â, his voice was weak, his mind focusing on breathing more than his story.
âYou were hunting for humans? You live with them?â, bear man asked, scooting forward to hear him better. He had a curious look on his face, clearly out to get as many answers as he could from the man heâd just maimed beyond repair.
âI.. I travel, and sell my wares..â
âWhat do you sell..â
âMeat.. clothes, Iâve carried messages and found wives for tribes-leadersâ
The man squints at him, not fully understanding, âYouâre a matchmaker?â
A little laugh sounded from the injured other as he cranes his neck backwards, reminiscing almost, âAh h.. Iâm a salesman.. I make deals in return for some food, shelter from other tribesâ
âSo youâre a conman-â, the brown-eyed fellow shot back at him, quick as ever to pass judgement, much to the chagrin of the wolf. However, he wants to continue this conversation, he wants to humor him, play him with his words if he can. âItâs only a con if theyâre not happy.. and besidesâ, this he says with a little more pride, âI sell medicine too, not stolen, crafted by meâ
âYou donât run with a pack..?â
Oh, the real questions were starting now. The ones that were difficult to answer.
Kuroo shook his head at him, keeping his eyes cast at the fur that hung over the manâs chest. Grizzly fur.
âYour home..? Home pack?â, he prodded some more, unknowing of the look he would see on the manâs face at the mention of it. Kuroo turned, the dark black hair that hung over half his face was facing him now, eyes cast away from his prying brown orbs.Â
Kuroo saw flashes of the faces again, he could smell the fire, the blood. Heâd tried to make sense of it, not fully remembering any details only just piecing together what mightâve happened to his home, to his parents and his pack. His siblings, a sharp memory of a chasing game, and his mother.
It took him a few seconds, but with a slow blink of his eyes, he turned back to him, âYou..? Your home pack?â
This topic seems to lift up bearâs spirits entirely- causing a wide smile to spread on his lips. Pride in his voice when he says, âYep- lived here all my life, parents raised me here past the under-fall river, cliffs over thereâ
Kuroo watched him, nodding at the words, exhaustion climbing over his body slowly but surely. And it seemed that the other man noticed, his dark brown eyes showing some concern, maybe even warmth if he wasnât imagining it.
Another minute passed before he said, âI can take you to my pack.. heal you there-â
The injured man looked at him, tired eyes, shaking his head, âWhat, let you take me to a forest full of bears? I donât think so-â, he started off- but could not shake the look in his eyes as they bore into him, his wounds.
âIâm not going to survive another two days-â, Kuroo said to deter him further.
Thatâs when he came forward, this stranger who owed him nothing, and locked his eyes into his gold, his voice betraying no hesitation as he spoke the words. âIâm not going to let you dieâ
Kurooâs head lolled a little now, which caused him to come closer, holding at his neck with his good hand, supporting his heavy, weary form with his strong arms. His strength was leaving him, so he whispered, brows knitting together as he shook his head at him again, âItâs not your place to save my life.. I tried to attack your family today- you can leave me here and go on with a clean conscience knowing theyâre safe-â
âIâm not going to let you dieâ
His words were spoken even firmer, an air of finality about them, the stubbornness of a bear perhaps. The wolf could only watch those eyes, full of conviction, like they defied death itself to take him from him. And though he didnât want to be moved, though he didnât want to fight this awful, heaviness that was setting in his bones, he just knew he couldnât say no to him.
Or maybe he was too tired to try.
The bear understood that this defeat meant a silent agreement to being in his care, which brought an impossibly warm smile to his face- the man who could have killed him, who came very close to doing just that barely a few hours ago. âWant me to carry you?â, he asked with clinical concern, but the response Kuroo gave was one of misplaced pride, âN o ..?â
Of course, that earned him an amused look.
A heavy sigh before Kuroo nodded, feeling his pride wilt, his tail between his legs at the thought of being carried like a cub to his cave- but the pull at his neck that he somehow expected instinctually, did not come. Instead, strong, capable arms despite his own injuries scooped underneath Kurooâs torso and his legs carefully. Before he could protest, he was lifted in the air, and held close to his chest.
Swaddled then, like a baby.
His mind seemed to snap when he saw the ground below them, a good way away, and he scrambled just a little to wrap his own arms around the manâs neck, wincing in pain from the movement.
And the gall he had to laugh at him.
âJust like you dogs~ always the same, put you on a little shelf and all that pomp dies in seconds-â
Kuroo fumed at him, not appreciating the commentary as he was carried out of the cave-
âAlright alright, Iâll stop cause youâre injuredâ
âDying-â
âInjuredâ
Stubborn.
Big.
Stinky.
Bears.
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He was carried the rest of the way, past the river, and to the forest beyond the shallow fishing pool. The climb in the forest was gentle, the terrain naturally flowing back towards the riverside till it tapered to the side of a mountain. The rocky ledge he walked on was the worst hurdle- Kuroo didnât dare look down to the depths below, burying his face into his shoulder, and closing his eyes shut.
But then, it cleared out onto a wide shelf overlooking the water- the bear cliffs were beautiful, something heâd only seen in the distance. The side of the mountain had several hollows inside of it- each one, full of sleeping bears.
His mouth hung open when he saw them, hardly believing his eyes.
âThis is my home.. and youâre welcome here till youâre healed and ready to leave-â, he spoke finally, carrying him in the dark past several occupied caves and into a smaller, empty one.
He set him down on furs that lined the stone, gentle as a feather, showing exceptional control despite his severely injured hand- which the wolf suddenly felt so much guilt for giving him. Gold eyes heavy with sleep followed him as he walked about the surprisingly warm cave for where it was situated- then watched him as he kneeled by his side, a hollow shell in his hand.
âItâs a salve, should take away the fever and the pain for a little- help you sleep tonight..â, he said softly to the man in his care, trying to ease his worries.
Looking down at his body now, the next words spoken were, âStrip your clothes off-â
Kuroo shouldnât have- he shouldnât have been able to ignore the exhaustion taking over his body, and look up at the man, a little smile building on his lips. But he did just that, eyes heavy lidded with sleep, but also something else-
The bear nearly huffed at him, raising his brow sternly, disbelievingly. Was he being, suggestive? Of what? âOr Iâll just cut it off of you, youâre not going to be needing them anyway-â
âAlright alright, Iâm doing it-â, he said with what bear couldâve sworn was a giggle. After all that heâd been through, the man was giggling and chortling like a pup as he winced and sat up to pull his hide-skin rags off of his torso. He even had the gall to reach for his skirt, which gave good enough access as it is, âThis too..?â
A firm little slap on his ribs seemed to do the trick. The man reeled, and gasped for air as he lay down instantly, to the delight of the brown eyed other, âBlood seems to be leaving your head, do better to lie down-âÂ
The sun seemed to be filtering through the air, it was morning after already. Orange rays of light fell on the bear manâs face as he leaned over him and applied the salve to his body.
Kuroo watched him as he did it, carefully, taking all the time he needed- first over his chest and under his ribs, then down to his abdomen. As that hand pressed soft circles into his skin, he watched its fingers travel lower, to his hips, and then to his thighs underneath the rags of his skirt. He went still lower to his knees, his shins, his feet and his toes- leaving a trail of burning-cooling tingles in his wake.
When he was done, Kuroo found himself wishing he wasnât, waiting for another round of this, whatever it was that he was doing to his body. Heâd used salves before on himself, but none hadf felt quite like this.
Oh but he wasnât done, his warm fingers found their way underneath him, rubbing soft lines down his spine to the small of his back. His face was so close to his body while he touched him, his palm cupping over firm buttocks, and travelling.. between them.
Kurooâs eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when the firm fingers rubbed at his pelvic bone. There was not a moment of hesitation or awkward reluctance in the manâs eyes, only concentration on his task. A true healer at work, and a man of his word.
He wasnât going to let him die.
The wolfâs eyes poured into his, the words catching in his throat as he watched the bear put the shell down and wipe his one hand on the wall behind him, the other still covered in a bloody bandage and clotted, dirty. He came back to his patientâs side, smoothing over his forehead with the salved hand, a cool sheen of the stuff masking his skin and instantly giving him relief from the throbbing in his head.
âIâll go find some crystals for you, theyâre in a cave not far from here-â, he said to him, eyes full of not sympathy or even empathy really. They were full of care and quiet devotion. âTheyâre magic, theyâve healed the worst injuries weâve had- broken bones, bleeding wounds, cured bad appetites and ailing hearts tooâ
Kuroo smiled faintly up at him then, âThank you..â, he whispered, the events from the day fully settling on him as his eyes searched his brown. There was nothing there to read, only, inexplicable warmth. The bearâs thumb rubbed a small circle into his forehead, returning Kurooâs smile with his own.
âGet some sleep..â
He didnât have to be told twice, going out like a light as soon as the man had left the cave- sinking into dreamless slumber, and a deep one.
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