This is the first time I'm publishing something that hasn't been finished or written with a buffer of chapters before I publish it. This means there won't be fixed update dates, but it will be updated. I just can't say when. But probably soon enough.
Also, it's unedited, which means there will be a few mistakes and maybe continuity errors, but it should be negligible. Otherwise I wouldn't publish it.
There will be no orgy or the kind, but each miracle will get their fair share of time to shine.

Chapter one will be Kise/Kuroko.

Edit: This chapter has been edited and proofread.

Akashi was a very busy man.

Only ever at home during the weekends, he hired four men to keep his beloved Tetsuya company.

Ever since then a steady routine has been implemented in Akashi's mansion.

And this routine could have looked something like this:

~ Monday

Akashi runs a hand through Kuroko's unruly silver-blue hair, gentle and with a hint of remorse. Kuroko is still in deep sleep and doesn't give any sign he's aware of Akashi's touch, but that is nothing unusual. He's a long sleeper after all.

"See you on Friday." Akashi says softly and presses his lips to Kuroko's temple. His lover sighs and turns his head towards the touch without waking up. Akashi smiles ruefully and finally retracts his hand from Kuroko's hair. It's time to leave for work.

A few hours later, the door to Kuroko and Akashi's bedroom is opened by Kise, a tray with breakfast in hands. Kuroko is still asleep, face pressed into his pillow and limbs spread out to take up the space Akashi has left empty.

Kise puts down the tray and sits down on the bed. "Good morning, Kurokocchi." He says and rests a gentle hand in Kuroko's hair. He knows from experience that Kuroko barely moves in his sleep, yet he always manages to have the worst bed hair. Kuroko frowns in his sleep and Kise can't help but kiss his still sleeping charge on the forehead. Kuroko's eyelids flutter and Kise welcomes him with a warm kiss to the lips.

"Good morning, Kise-kun." Kuroko mumbles against his lips, eyes still hazy with sleep. Kise smiles and kisses him again, ignoring Kuroko's wrinkled brows. He always insists on brushing his teeth first before he kisses him for real, but Kise has never found reason to coomplain. Maybe it's because he only gets one day with Kuroko, one whole day before he has to surrender his rights to Midorima.

He helps Kuroko up into a sitting position, something he could do on his own, but Kise still insists on doing. When it's his turn, he does everything to pamper Kuroko, everything short of carrying him around. Which he would do in a heartbeat, but Kuroko's will to indulge him goes only that far.

"What's for breakfast?" Kuroko asks and eyes the covered plate on the tray.

Kise grins.

"Blueberry pancakes with vanilla ice cream."

Kuroko yawns and reaches for the fork, but Kise is faster.

"You know the rules Kurokocchi." Kise chides and Kuroko rolls his eyes. It's overbearing but there is little he can do to resist when Kise unleashes his puppy eyes on him.

It takes forever like this, but the pancakes are delicious and it's not that Kuroko has anything else to do. Kise sneaks in kisses in between pancake bites, feeds him blueberries from his mouth and generally gives off a feeling as though this is the best morning of his life.

Kuroko has little to object to that matter.

After breakfast Kise lets in his bath and spends the time it takes for the tub to fill, cuddling with his charge. Kuroko's half asleep again when the tub is finally full and Kise takes it upon himself to carry him into the bathroom. Just this once, Kuroko lets him without complaint. He allows Kise to undress him, gently and with that same slow care he puts into everything he does with Kuroko.

"Can I wash your back Kurokocchi?" He asks and Kuroko smiles weakly.

"You know the answer Kise-kun." Kise asks it every time, and Kuroko secretly revels in the light that glows in Kise's eyes when he's given the affirmative. It's something of a ritual by now, Kise asking for consent he already knows he has. It's because of things like this, that Kuroko can trust Kise completely.

Kise starts on his back but doesn't stop there. He's thorough yet gentle and once he's reached Kuroko's more sensitive parts, the latter is already breathing harder.

"Kise-kun." Kuroko breathes and it's all the invitation Kise needs. He puts down the sponge and leans over Kuroko's lap to take him into his mouth. Fingers dig into his scalp soon after and Kise doubles his efforts. It doesn't take long for Kuroko to come down his throat, fingers pulling on Kise's hair and helplessly gasping for air. He offers little resistance when Kise pulls him up and into the bathtub with him.

"You really need to work on your stamina Kurokocchi." Kise says and wraps his arms around his charge.

"I don't want to hear that from you Kise-kun." Kuroko says weakly. Kise laughs good heartedly and pulls Kuroko closer.

"Kise-kun, you're poking me." Kuroko pulls his hand through the water and watches as the waves calm down again. He feels pleasantly numb and content to the core. Kise has a way to unravel him, until he feels like he's floating. He's a bit bothered by Kise's uncared for state, but knows better than to try and rectify that. Kise is very particular about his way of things, and so Kuroko busies himself with water and foam.

"Don't worry about it." Kise says lightheartedly and presses a kiss on Kuroko's head.

"That is not very considerate of you." Kuroko says as he's gathering up foam in the palms of his hands.

"What do you mean?" Kise has started to gently massage his scalp and it's hard not to give in to the feeling. But this has been on Kuroko's mind for a while now and he's determined to see it through.

"What I mean is, I'm not merely asking out of consideration for you. I want your penis. In me." He tilts his head back to look up at Kise who seems to have temporarily frozen in place. His mouth hangs open slightly, and there is a faint but unmistakable blush on his cheeks. "Kise-kun?" Kuroko prompts and Kise lets out an odd sound, like a strangled moan that got stuck in his throat halfway out.

"Damn." He says and he tries to submerge his face, which proves to be hard with Kuroko in the way. His blush has deepened considerably.

"Kise-kun." Kuroko blows away the foam collected in his hands. "Did you just come?"

Kise just groans.

Kise manages to pull himself together shortly before lunchtime and when it's time to eat; he's back to his usual cheerful self. Much to Kuroko's annoyance. Because of what happened, Kuroko feels the need to indulge Kise so he allows him to feed him once again. It ends with Kuroko sitting on Kise's lap while Kise alternates between feeding and kissing him. It's a bit of a mess, but Kise is warm against his back and Kuroko feels that kind of security he usually only gets from Akashi.

"What do you want to do today Kurokocchi?" Kise asks between bites of food.

"There's this book I've been meaning to finish."

"That's boring. Can't you read with Midorimacchi?"

"Why do you always assume Midorima-kun is smart and likes books, just because he's wearing glasses?"

"Why would he wear glasses if he isn't smart?"

"That doesn't make any sense."

"But he does like books."

"He does."

"See."

"I don't want to read with Midorima-kun though." And that shuts Kise up.

"Aww Kurokocchi~" Well, almost.

Despite his earlier complaints, Kise doesn't object when Kuroko pulls out his book. Instead, he pulls Kuroko down with him onto the sofa and Kuroko follows easily until his head rests in Kise's lap. He likes it when Kise plays with his hair. Kise's presence is soothing and Kuroko slips into his novel's world almost with ease. Kise would have preferred something more proactive for their afternoon entertainment, but he has no real reason to complain like this. It's enough for him to just look at Kuroko and it's all the more precious that he can touch him whenever he wants.

Akashi has offered him payment for his services, but Kise has refused instantly. The chance to be with Kuroko, even if only for a day per week, is enough for him to be happy. He thinks he must be blessed, as he leans forward and gently kisses a strand of Kuroko's hair. He has Akashi's trust and he gets to spend time with his precious Kuroko.

Really, that's all he could ever ask for.

Kuroko eventually finishes his book and by then Kise's legs have been asleep for so long, they might as well have fallen off. He supposes it says a lot about him that he doesn't mind that thought at all. Sometimes he feels so overwhelmingly happy, it takes all his effort not to cry with it.

"How was it?" He asks as he untangles his hands from Kuroko's hair.

"Alright." He says and drops it on the coffee table. "It wasn't bad, but the conclusion kind of ruined it."

Kise smiles indulgently and traces his thumb over Kuroko's cheek.

"It's okay though. I like reading in Kise-kun's lap. Any book is okay with you there." He grins somewhat impishly. "Even 50 Shades." Kise sighs and rubs a hand over his eyes.

"You really know how to break me."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Kuroko watches as Kise cooks dinner. Kise likes to occasionally pull the naked apron stunt on him, but today he decided to stay tame. Kuroko is very much grateful, he's hungry, and seeing a butt naked Kise leads to all kind of things, but dinner isn't usually one of them.

It had taken Kise five minutes to make it from the living room to the kitchen, half of that time was spent on the floor writhing in agony over pins and needles in his legs. Kuroko felt slightly bad, but there wasn't really anything he could have done at that moment.

"You should have said something." He said afterwards but Kise just ruffled a hand through his hair. "I'd gladly give my legs to make Kurokocchi happy."

Kuroko supposes that it's quite a romantic if not savage sentiment.

Kise's chopping up vegetables while telling animated stories from his day job as a model. Kuroko doesn't exactly care for idle gossip, but he likes to listen to Kise's voice. He has a way of making everything seem exciting, and that's something Kuroko slightly envies.

"Hey, are you listening?" Kise holds a slice of bell pepper out to him, eyebrows drawn into a question.

"I am." Kuroko takes it and starts nibbling on it. Akashi keeps his pantry well stocked, and as a result Kuroko gets to live off a well balanced diet. It helps that Akashi is a really good cook. So are both Kise and Murasakibara. Kuroko prefers not to think about the culinary abominations Aomine has tried to serve him though. The best food though, he gets Fridays.

"Murasakibara told me there's some mango parfait leftover in the freezer, if you want some for dessert." Kise says as he tosses the chopped vegetables into the wok. Kuroko is still nibbling on his bell pepper slice and apparently that sight is too much for Kise, because he swiftly turns his back again and presses a hand over his nose.

"You'll be the death of me one day." He mutters under his breath, but it does little to hide the fondness in his voice. First legs, now life. That's a lot of responsibility for one person.

"Please don't cum again untouched." Kuroko deadpans, and Kise splutters in indignation.

"You won't let that one go, will you?"

"Not anytime soon."

"Aww, come on Kurokocchi. I can't help it that I'm so in love with you." Kise manages a charming smile, courtesy of his experience as a model, mixed in with so much love it makes Kuroko's heart ache with the intensity of it.

"You say the most romantic things, in the worst possible way."

"Eh?"

"You have soy sauce all over your face."

Kise's smile drops and he quickly turns away, hastily wiping his face. His ears are slightly red. Kuroko allows a smile to tug at his lips.

"So mean, Kurokocchi." He grumbles and Kuroko's smile deepens. He knows better though than to show Kise. It would likely end up in a blown fuse or too, for all his openhearted personality, Kise is terrible at taking sentiments himself.

"I'm hungry, Kise-kun." Kuroko says and Kise's attention is immediately drawn back to his cooking.

"I'm almost done." He says with his cheerful smile back on, but reaches over anyway to give Kuroko the rest of the bell pepper. He has made it his habit to always keep something for Kuroko to munch on while waiting for food. It's not that he can't stand the hunger, but more that it gives him a sense of partaking, instead of just watching Kise do all the chores.

Or maybe he just likes to munch on things. Who knows.

Kise serves on the living room coffee table and Kuroko switches on the TV. Akashi has a satellite receiver on his roof that gets just about any program available in Japan. Kuroko finds the amount of channels he has to click through tiring. He gives the remote to Kise who switches to one of the many music channels, before he sits down next to Kuroko.

Every now and then Kise drops a comment about one of the artists, people he met during work or has heard gossip about. It's lazy and domestic, Kise's warm presence next to him and the hole that is the absence of Akashi is small enough to ignore.

He's been against the idea at first, he's Akashi's and no one else's, but after he met the men picked for him, he changed his mind. Still, it took a while to get used to them, but now Kuroko wouldn't want to give it up for anything. He loves each and every one of them, but it's Akashi who will forever take up the biggest part of his heart.

He just has to share the room.

Kise takes care of the dishes while Kuroko looks for something interesting to watch. He finally settles on a documentary about Aliens in Ancient Egypt, which earns him a playful hair ruffle and suppressed laugh from Kise. He retaliates by poking his toes into his thighs. Kise laughs and pulls him onto his lap, the warmth of his body reassuringly against Kuroko's back.

He nuzzles his nose into Kuroko's hair, his hands a warm pressure on his sides. It doesn't take long for Kuroko to lose interest in Pyramids-are-Spaceships theories. Kise's breath is tickling his neck as he presses kiss after kiss against Kuroko's skin. His hands have sneaked under his shirt, warm and gentle and Kuroko closes his eyes.

"Bedroom?" Kise inquires softly, lips warm and wet against the shell of his ear. Kuroko hums and Kise chuckles, before he pulls him into a long kiss. It's chaste mostly, only lips pressed together, but Kuroko can sense the underlying want.

"Bedroom." Kuroko clarifies and Kise chuckles again, breathless this time, cheeks tinged red and eyes shining softly. Somehow Kise manages to shut off the TV, get Kuroko up and into his arms without breaking the kiss for more than a second. He would object to being carried again, but Kuroko knows from experience that they'll get hold up somewhere on the way, busy kissing each other senseless, if he does.

"Kurokocchi." Kise moans, simply because he can and Kuroko grabs his cheeks and silences him once again.

"Don't call me that." Kuroko says afterwards and Kise lets out a breathy laugh.

"Kurokocchi is Kurokocchi." He says, as though that actually offers and explanation. But the argument is useless. If he's set his mind to it Kuroko can get Kise to do almost anything, but changing his nickname doesn't happen to be one of them.

Somehow they reach the bedroom in whole, both breathing hard and Kise with trembling arms, but he doesn't complain when he gently puts Kuroko down on top of the bed. Kuroko however is not in the mood to be spoiled. He pulls Kise after him and into a kiss, hands already busy unbuttoning his shirt and Kise knows better than to try and have his way. Being denied what he wants since their morning bath, Kuroko is set on getting his fill.

And Kise is loath to object. His earlier mishap did little to satisfy his desires. He pulls off his shirt as soon as Kuroko has managed to get it open and he loses no time before he pushes Kuroko down and latches onto his neck. Kuroko moans softly, fingers trailing down Kise's body, playing on a field that has become intrinsically familiar. They've done this countless times before, three years worth of Mondays and Kise could draw a map of Kuroko's body with his eyes closed.

Kuroko's skin is cool to the touch, but it heats up soon under Kise's efforts and he can't really tell when his clothes went amiss, just that he's naked at some point, and that's good because Kise is naked too and he wants to drown in their combined heat. Kise's gentle with him, always is, but his need is evident enough and Kuroko easily gives in into his constant push and pull.

Kise follows muscle memory when he reaches for the bottle of lube, brain too occupied with kissing and caressing Kuroko, every inch of skin and then some. Kuroko's hands cling to his shoulders, blunt nails pushing into his skin and Kise drags his finger teasingly and off center, before he finally gives in and enters. Kuroko is loose and pliant, barely a day goes by without being fucked and Kise likes that there's no interval of discomfort, that he can jump right in and Kuroko follows easily.

"Kise-kun." Kuroko gasps and Kise wraps his free arm around him, pushing him up and against his chest until they're as close as they can get.

"Call me Ryouta." He says softly, but Kuroko doesn't listen or doesn't care, it's fine either way, the outcome is the same. Kise knows it's futile, Kuroko won't take that last step, even Akashi doesn't get that favor, as far as he knows, and if that's what Kuroko needs to keep it together, then it's fine. In moments like this, Kise knows there's no one else on his mind but him.

And that's enough.

"Kise-kun." Kuroko repeats, demanding now and Kise gives in, how he gives in to everything else that Kuroko asks of him – with a smile and without a doubt.

"I got you." He says and lifts Kuroko up and then down, and the move is practiced and well executed and the moment he slides in, he feels whole. Kuroko moans low and subdued, his arms keep clinging to Kise, legs pressed firmly together behind his back. It leaves little room for movement, but Kise's adapted, and so he gently rocks his lower body until Kuroko's hold loosens as the pleasure takes over.

He's incoherent by then, eyes glazed over as Kise increases his thrusts, slowly and steadily until he's sure to hit his mark. It's when Kuroko lets loose that Kise allows his own self control to waver, he tops them over until Kuroko is on his back and he waits the moment it takes for them to make eye contact before he starts to move for real.

Kuroko's hands grasp the sheets, his legs have long given up on clinging to Kise, but he keeps his eyes open to look at Kise, who must be a mess of his own, all ragged breaths and flushed skin. Kise leans forward, mindful not to bend Kuroko's legs too much and Kuroko lifts his head, drawn in by the man on top of him to meet him halfway in a messy and sloppy kiss.

Kise rests a hand on Kuroko's cheek, just for a moment as their movements don't allow for more, before he drags it down Kuroko's chest.

"I got you." He says again and closes a hand around Kuroko's erection, whose gasp becomes a moan and he can no longer keep his eyes open as pleasure overwhelms him. Kise doesn't ask him to look at him. He doesn't need to. Kuroko lets the pleasure wash over him, breaths and gasps, and then he opens his eyes again, wanting to share the experience as much as Kise does. They're both close now, Kise's skin is flushed a deep red and his breath comes in ragged gasps, but he's holding back his orgasm, for Kuroko's sake, just as much as his own.

"I love you." He breathes and squeezes Kuroko's cock in a stroke he's mastered over time and Kuroko comes, violently and with a moan so sweet it washes away the last of his self control. Kuroko tightens around him and Kise lets go, lets his body drop forward until he covers Kuroko as his orgasm hits him. Kuroko's mess is warm and sticky on his hand and belly, but he doesn't care.

"I love you too, Kise-kun." Kuroko says softly and Kise manages a smile before post-orgasm bliss puts him to sleep. He'll be out for about ten minutes before his consciousness comes back, but ten minutes can be long when someone as heavy as Kise lies on top of you.

Kuroko tries futilely to shove Kise off, but he's in a disadvantageous position to begin with. It doesn't help that Kise, even in a knocked out state, is a clinger. So Kuroko makes the best of it, wraps his arms around Kise and enjoys the simple moment of comfort. He's been through this enough times to be able to ignore their combined stickiness, or the really awkward feeling of cum leaking out. He'll just make Kise clean it up later.

Kise comes to with a groan and instantly nuzzles his face deeper into Kuroko's neck. Kuroko pulls s strand of his hair. "You fell asleep on me again, Kise-kun." Kise whelps and scrambles off him, all sheepish smiles and secret pleasure.

"Sorry Kurokocchi." He says and pecks a kiss on his lips.

"I'm sticky." Kuroko complains and Kise, who's sitting up by now, runs a hand through his hair. His smile is warm and fond and Kuroko finds it easy enough to forgive him.

"I'll get you clean." Kise says, back to cheeky and cheerful and bounds off towards the bathroom. Sex tends to knock him out cold, but as soon as he's woken up again, he's full of energy. Talk about weird bedroom habits.

Kise cleans him up and climbs back into bed with him. They're both naked so Kuroko immerses himself in the heat Kise gives off and silently thanks Akashi, not for the first time, for making sure he never has to sleep alone.