Chapter 7: Declaration of War

Akashi lay Kuroko on the four-poster bed, his ankle chains had clanged loudly against each other, his choker made a soft jingle before brushing against the soft sheets. It was the expression that Akashi had patiently waited and longed for. A scowling Kuroko. A smirk had crept its way, etching itself onto Akashi's expression. Three years was a long time. "Welcome back, Tetsuya."

Kuroko embraced Akashi with his small delicate arms, twirling themselves around Akashi's neck. "S... Sei-kun! I'm sorry I forgot about you, Sei-kun." The trepidation of feelings Kuroko have kept bottled within his small fragile body have resurfaced, vividly visible, its detailed features was reflected in Kuroko's usual deadpan nature.

Akashi accepted Kuroko's embrace, and was returning his embrace. "Tetsuya, this is not like you." He chuckled softly. "Say, did you miss me? Because I am going to make you take responsibility for my loneliness for the past three years."

Kuroko's eyes were imploring for forgiveness, Akashi's inclination of disposition had said otherwise. No one defies me, Tetsuya. Not even you, my love. Akashi lined pale lips with his, engaging in an act of sensuality, robbing Kuroko of his freedom, taking dominance of everything Kuroko has to offer. It wasn't their first kiss, Akashi had felt the nostalgia of Kuroko's innocence was an invaluable characteristic that he had fallen in love with, just like that time all those years ago.

"Sei-kun.... sto...p...." Kuroko moaned through small gasps. Their sensuality exchange had clouded their rationality, their senses of pleasures increases, climbing higher towards the state of plateau. Akashi had snaked his way, his dominance demonstrated higher levels of vehemence with Kuroko's small, lithe figure. Kuroko was at the border of capitulating to the pleasures, submitting to the master he belongs to. Kuroko's intervals of achieving the state of breathlessness inchmealed with each breath under Akashi's arms, their frequencies slowly increased as they synchronized their prevalence. 

"No...more...."

Akashi caressed Kuroko's cheeks gently, pushing his fallen bangs with the back of his hand. "Let's become one, Tetsuya." Their lithe muscles were covered in sweat, the precipitation of salt minerals stuck onto their skin like an extra coat.

The pleasure gained from the little exercise they were engaged were reflected in their actions. It wasn't enough. Kuroko's innocent lips were taken again and again, countless times into a deep kiss. They both had felt the taste of faint vanilla and tofu lingering as they broke the kiss, the urgent need for air, an imperceptible line of saliva trailed connecting them together.

Kuroko's layers of kimono were easily tossed away in a corner of the room, and was faced with a naked Akashi above him. "Sei-kun...." Kuroko was flushed with extreme shyness and embarrassment. The sexiness Kuroko displayed had a switch turned on within Akashi. That innocent, yet pale, elegant erotic sexiness which had been extremely inconspicuous. Kuroko was like a hidden rose that legends had preached since the ancient days. The beloved rose of the king shall bloom when the time is right. And before Akashi, Kuroko is the legendary rose that said to bloom, blessing with king with great prosperity, success and love. If the king had loved his treasured rose profoundly, the magic of the legends shall transform into reality.

"Why are you being embarrassed for? You realize what lies ahead, don't you?" Akashi had teased Kuroko. "Tetsuya."

Akashi had hoisted Kuroko, positioning his erected phallus and alining right into Kuroko's oral entrance. Kuroko's face was flushed with pleasure, hanging on the dear life to stay sane from the tremendous sensations of pleasure. Kuroko knew what his husband had wanted him to do. Kuroko took Akashi's phallus with both hands, began licking the rubbery tip of Akashi's penis. The motion was slow and sensual, just like how Kuroko was treated to a large cup of his favourite vanilla shake. Careful as not to hurt Akashi with his fangs, Kuroko took Akashi's phallus into the back of his throat. Kuroko's words were enveloped, smothered and went unheard. Akashi began thrusting into the pathway of Kuroko's throat, the movement of contractions and relaxations of the muscles had further assisted in heightening the peaks of pleasures. Akashi breathed and gasped between intervals pleasures Kuroko was giving, he ran his hand across and entangled within the pale blue strands of hair. Noting that Akashi was soon a achieving plateau and climax, Kuroko taken Akashi's phallus deeper into the pathway of his esophagus, granting Akashi gateway to euphoria, singing voices of rhapsody.

Remnants of Akashi's semen seeped down the sides of Kuroko's mouth. Kuroko had effaced the sticky liquid remains from the surface of his skin. Akashi tiled Kuroko's chin, engulfed him in a deep kiss. The moist cavern which his penis had just delved into just seconds ago. The husband and wife separated, allowing Kuroko to gasp for air. "How does it feel like, to have the taste of me coating your mouth?" Akashi had made a snarky comment. "Doesn't it turn you on?" Kuroko reddened, his face had transformed into the same crimson color of his husband's hair. His eyes had reflected fluster and nervousness in fear of being exposed. "Don't run away from it, Tetsuya. Accept it. Your body appears to be more honest, in comparison with your feelings and protective barriers." Akashi stroked the bulging arousal of his wife's penis. Kuroko had whined in surprise and nervousness. Akashi had smirked. You can't hide anything from me. Your body belongs to me, Tetsuya.

Akashi had hoisted and positioned his wife into a more comfortable position. "What...are you doing, Sei-kun?" Kuroko soft voice had imperceptible reached Akashi's sharp hearing.

"Why, to prepare for penetration, of course." Was Akashi's snide remark.

"Wha-" Kuroko's reply was cut short as Akashi inserted his fingers into Kuroko's entrance, taking Kuroko into a world of endless pleasure, his senses going haywire.

Akashi had taken out a lubricating agent from the top drawer next to their bed. He daubed his fingers with the opaque gel lubricating agent, the bottle was then tossed onto the floor like the description of a slapdash. It was unbecoming of the mighty Akashi Seijuurou. "I love you, Tetsuya." There was nothing left but the immense passion of his beloved wife he harboured had resurfaced, evidently reflected in his expressions. He inserted his lubricated fingers gently into the wet cavern. Kuroko shivered and startled at the cold, foreign substance invading into his territory. His senses snapped, his eyesight capacity had widened, the abrupt changes of the senses had appeared to be a ramification of blurred images. Kuroko could hardly make out the vague images of the familiar furniture that had decorated the room.

"Nya?! Sei-kun..." he moaned. "It feels weird..."

"Relax, Tetsuya." Akashi had purred. His fingers set to work was assiduously preparing Kuroko for penetration. "It's not 'weird', Tetsuya. It should be 'it feels good'. It feels good, no?" Akashi had begun scissoring into Kuroko's territory, the intense pleasure from the scissoring movements in the prostate had heightened gratifying sensations, deteriorating Kuroko of his orientations and his rationality to remain sane. "I don't want to hurt you. Afterall, you are my treasured wife." It was soon, Kuroko's body was ready to accept Akashi. Kuroko's expressions had changed. It was as if Kuroko's body had matured in responding to the connection of love they both had shared. Kuroko's territory had begun producing thick amount lubrication, the lubrication had dribbled and leaked from his insides, in response to Akashi's preparation. It was time they shall accept the dutiful tasks of a pair, as husband and wife. Akashi and Kuroko were very much aware, of the importance of their union.

"Sei-kun..." Kuroko smiled at his husband, in betweens gasps and moans of the intense pleasure.

Akashi pulled out his fingers, coated with the sticky substance of semen and cum. Kuroko whined at the sudden absence of the source of pleasure. Akashi kissed Kuroko on the forehead, pushing away fallen strands of his teal pale blue hair. "Don't be disappointed, the real thing starts now." He assured Kuroko, licking the remains of Kuroko's semen off his fingers, a predatory smirk was plastered on his face. An expression of a predator who was preparing to pounce and engulf its prey whole. Akashi demonstrated to Kuroko the crown befitting of a king. He rubbed his phallus in between Kuroko's thighs, feeling the texture of his husband's rubbery tip, the smooth skin and bulging heightening their pleasures to the peak. "Look at you, Tetsuya. Semen and cum are leaking from your entrance. Are you that eager for my penis?"

The wife of the master of Teiko, Akashi Seijuurou belongs to a human community renamed as omegas, named after an ancient project called Project-Omega which focuses on male fertility. Project-Omega was conducted in desperate hopes of producing omegas, heeding the alarming rate of deceased omegas. The public law then ordered scientists and researchers in seeking alternatives, hence was the purpose of Project-Omega. Akashi Seijuurou had noticed the hazardous risks of the research, had advised man Project-Omega is to be stopped. Humans benefiting from the research were officers of the law and outlaws of the underworld. Omega trafficking. Human omegas were badly abused. The extent of omega discrimination had never improved. Almighty Alphas taking omegas for granted. Abusing omegas as reproduction tools. In the long history of omegas, they have led a miserable life. The scarcity of omegas was the result of human greed. Akashi had ordered the destruction of Project-Omega, to many humans involved in the research and public law, claiming the research was for the better world. Defying the legendary devil, Akashi had ordered a lockdown on Project-Omega. Omegas died out of extinction, as a sin human had committed for defying a God. The ages of human changes, preserving the passage of time. The lands of Teiko however had remained stagnant. Humans have bygone the past of the importance of omegas, their greed and desire were greatly overtaken. A new age of dictatorship.

Teiko was the opposite of the humans. Spirits viewed omegas as the sacred source life. Unlike humans who is blessed with the ability to reproduce freely without restrictions, spirits are unable to reproduce freely, in exchange for their tenacity life force. A human omega. Human omegas have been granted power to reproduce spirit's offspring. Teiko then lost hope. Many of them remembered the aftermath of the great incident of Project-Omega. Omegas have become scarce, and extinct. Until one day, an omega had appeared in front of their doorstep, in a form of a small child, gladly offered to them as a sacrifice. Akashi had ordered Kise to seek a divination. Indeed, the results of divination had said that Kuroko would hold the answers he seek.

Kuroko Tetsuya was the last omega.

Akashi must have guessed that the Kuroko household had kept it secret. Even Kuroko himself had not realized. A panting Kuroko releasing an extremely sweet vanilla scent under him had granted Akashi a general idea of Kuroko's real identity. Akashi gave a small smirk. "Why, my treasure appears to be something more valuable that I have thought. I have been seeking for answers for the last millennium. This is a surprise. You're an omega, Tetsuya." It was then Akashi had realized. It was fate that had brought Kuroko Tetsuya to become his wife. Kuroko Tetsuya was his fated pair. He remembered the words of a witch had once proclaimed. There are no coincidences. There are only the inevitable. The witch must have spoken of the far future which had yet to take place. The Time Witch.

"Sei-kun...what are you talking about..."

Kuroko could barely keep his sanity, had moaned louder each time, to Akashi's contentment. Kuroko could not grasp the underlying inclined comprehension of Akashi's words. O..mega? What is that? Akashi aligned his inflated penis at the entrance of Kuroko's rectum in one swift motion. Akashi's fingerwork had made the muscles of Kuroko's rectum soft and tender. The walls of Kuroko's anus had clamped tightly on Akashi's penis penetrating his insides, buried deep within his insides with great avarice. Kuroko experienced the mix of intense pain and pleasure for the first time gradually spreading from his rectum, where both husband and wife was connected.

"Wha-" Kuroko had been taken by surprise, his insides have been penetrated and invaded by a foreign object. Before Kuroko could cognize the state his body had become, Kuroko was bombarded and granted with sensuality of pleasures, guiding him into an ecstatic world of euphoria, singing high praises of rhapsody. The discomfort caused by the penetration slowly transformed into great pleasure of raptures and elations. The rapid thrusting of Akashi's phallus had heightened to greater levels of arousal, the walls of Kuroko's insides had tightened around the bulging penis. The arousal of pleasure had increased the swelling of Akashi's penis from within Kuroko's insides. The sensations of the intense swelling of Akashi's penis deep within had guided them to ecstasy.

"Tet...Tetsuya...you're so tight."

Akashi had softly murmured. Akashi was just steps away from release. He grabbed hold of his wife's aroused weeping penis. Kuroko's penis was stroked with a whistle-stop and swift motion. Both Kuroko and Akashi wore a painstaking expression, resisting and prolonging the egoistic pleasures of eagerly yearning for more. Akashi observed that Kuroko's body would not last any longer. With the last of their exuberance, Akashi hastened the pace of stroking Kuroko's penis, allowing him to achieve the ultimate state of pleasure climaxes had to offer. He had dominated over Kuroko, with his fangs elongated and penetrated deep into the flesh of Kuroko's neck. A bite marking of a pair in heat will never disappear, forming a special bond between fated partners. Akashi soon emulated just seconds after Kuroko's ejaculation. Akashi climaxed, ejaculated into the depths of Kuroko, and knotting him as a result.

"I love you, Tetsuya." Akashi whispered. Akashi pulled out his now limp penis, semen and cum were overflowing from Kuroko's abused anus and staining the clean white sheets. Kuroko's body was quivering from the experience of intense pleasure. Akashi lay next to Kuroko, gave his wife a gentle kiss on the forehead. Kuroko was too exhausted from the vigour exercise, had fallen asleep in Akashi's arms. Smiling at the cuteness of his wife, Akashi settled himself comfortably with his wife in his arms and fallen into a deep slumber. It was as if the long night had come to an end. An endless dream of pleasure. It was also signifying the end of Akashi's days of nightmares.