I'm excited to post this! When I saw the picture (which is also the profile pic for this story) of the posing Akashi and Kuroko, I just imagined them as the most perfect duet. Please read and review and I'm sorry for any grammatical errors. This is my first KnB fanfic! If there is anything, let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke. I wish I did. I wish I did.

The crowd's cheers thundered throughout the stadium to the point that Kuroko was scared the fans weren't screaming because of moe but anger. The bright lights blinded Kuroko, throwing his gelled sky blue hair into reflecting like a colored light bulb. The boy that leaned on him, back to back in their separate poses, felt hot even through the layers of stylish vests and unbuttoned shirts each had on them.

The music restarted again and they both spun out, throwing an arm in the air before falling into a synchronized bow. The floor felt the harsh vibrations as fan girls – and some fan boys even – cried louder.

The other half of Blinding Shadow raised the microphone to his lips, his fiery red hair glowing like a crown, his heterochromatic eyes glittering. "Thanks for coming out, Tokyo – shine bright!" The two of them waved to the crowds for a few seconds before the stage lights blacked out, letting the two of them run out of view, into the waiting hands of the stage hands and their manager.

"Excellent show as always, Akashi-kun, Kuroko-kun." Shintaro Midorima pushed up his glasses with his bandaged hands before going back to the clipboard he was holding. A little flower clip was attached to his clipboard – it must've been his lucky item for the day. Midorima believed that to be successful in the entertainment business, a brutal and money-grubbing business, you needed luck – and Oha-Asa was the one that was able to secure it. If you wanted proof – just see his job, Midorima would always say when questioned. He was the manager of the world famous pop duet, Blinding Shadow and wasn't even out of high school yet.

"Thank you, Midorima-kun." Kuroko said quietly, now that the concert was over. He was handed a plush white towel and a bottle of water from a stage hand, as was Akashi who hadn't since left the bluenette's side since the end of the show.

"Shintaro, next time you have to make sure that the one doing the lights do not put on the center spotlight directly into our eyes. Do you want us to be blind before we hit twenty?" Akashi put the bottle to his lips before screwing back on the lid.

"I'm sorry, Akashi-kun, next time I will be more careful." The teen made a note on his clipboard to make sure of it next time.

"Tetsuya, how are you feeling?" Akashi turned and brushed a hair away from Kuroko's face gently. "You got to your ending spot in the fifth song a half second slower than you have before, and you seemed breathy during your solo."

"I just exerted myself a bit too much, Akashi-kun, but I'm fine." The smaller boy's wide eyes stared straight into Akashi's glittering ones without fear. His petite body frame, smooth and white skin, and those eyes that seemed to know no evil was part of why he was so popular with both females and males, something that was useful in marketing but something Akashi found extremely distasteful to deal with when they were about his partner, professional or not.

The girls loved his pure and refreshing look, and guys liked his vulnerable and innocent demeanor, something that they could protect or take without effort. The idea of thugs like them touching Kuroko always made Akashi in an irritated mood.

"Good. Drink more water then, the stage lights were harsh in this arena." Kuroko nodded once more, complying with the order. Midorima led them to their dressing room as workers stopped to watch them. On stage or off, the two boys were stunning.

Both of them were dressed similarly for the concert, Tetsuya in a short sleeved button shirt and a loose grey vest. A tie was draped half done on his neck, a shining sea green silk that complemented his hair beautifully. Another stage hand had grabbed his matching charcoal fedora, also with sea ribbon trimming the brim and Kuroko had placed it absently back on his head, one hand too busy holding the water, the other brushing the back of Akashi's hand as they walked.

Akashi was clothed in a little more, a white long sleeve button up and a stylish black jacket, tailored to show his fit and lean figure. A matching hat to Tetsuya's graced his hand, spinning on Akashi's finger in a blur. Blood red silk lined the hat and donned his loose tie.

Either boy was stunning by themselves, but together, with Kuroko's kind glow and the glare of Akashi's flame made it impossible not to tense up for a moment, all the feeling and awe draining the energy in your body.

The two of them rested on the loveseat in the comfortable dressing room. One side of the wall was already covered in fan greeting cards, congratulations and bouquets of flowers. Akashi took off his jacket and hung it neatly on the rack in one smooth move before helping Kuroko out of his vest, something the smaller boy protested slightly but did not make a move to prevent.

It was obvious the two of them wanted to be alone – most especially the red head of the duo. Midorima cleared his throat. "I'll be back when the car is ready. The fans will be monitored as always as we leave. It shouldn't be more than ten minutes."

Akashi gave a brief nod. Midorima quickly left after that with a quiet door click.

Letting out a large breath, he turned back to Kuroko, who had now settled onto the sofa, holding his water bottle with both hands. Akashi smiled at the scene and sat beside him. "It was a good show, and I saw that you held that D note fully tonight." Kuroko nodded. "I'd been practicing back home when no one was around. I was pleased I could actually do it this time."

Akashi raised a hand to stroke the boy's cheek. "I'm very proud."

"I should I get a reward from Akashi-kun for being so good tonight." He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, and what would that be?"

"A vanilla milkshake." He knew it. It was what Kuroko always wanted after a show, something sweet to seal off a night of singing and hard dance choreography. "You just sang for an hour and a half, you're not going to start drinking cold beverages."

"It's tasty and my voice can handle it."

His finger trailed down his neck, outlining Kuroko's small Adam's apple before moving back up his face. "And what will you give me for a reward in exchange?"

"What does Akashi-kun want?" The look in Kuroko's eyes hadn't changed, but to Akashi who knew Tetsuya better than even his parents, could see the gleam in his eyes that hadn't been nearly so strong a moment ago.

"Can you think of nothing?"

A pause. Akashi's finger stopped at Kuroko's chin as he waited for the answer. There was a ruffle of clothing and a pair of thin arms wrapped around Akashi's neck. "Is this a good reward?"

He looked into those wide eyes for another moment before bending down. The sweet taste and soft, dry lips permeated his senses. He broke it apart softly. "A little more, then."

Kuroko didn't reply as their lips pressed together again. Akashi's hands ran around his partner's waist, pulling him closer. Kuroko's fingers ran up higher and knotted themselves in the red hair. He let out a small breath, parting his lips slightly. Grabbing the opportunity, Akashi slipped his tongue into the small opening, feeling out the hot, moist cavern that was his mate's mouth.

"Mmph –" Kuroko whimpered, muffled by Akashi's mouth on his. Everything felt hot, his face, his hands, his chest as it rubbed against Akashi's shirt. The gold eyed boy maneuvered deftly, manipulating both tongues the way he wanted, in a way that always made Kuroko feel ashamed to make such primal sounds, but forgetting as a delightful shiver wracked his body. Akashi's hands were always gentle as they caressed him though; holding him like precious china, more valuable than time or any money could buy.

The bluenette didn't notice himself fall back onto the sofa until Akashi's hand had moved up his torso and intertwined with Kuroko's fingers, pushing a hand up onto the back of the sofa. Their kisses broke as both breathed. His eyes were glazed and hazy as they stared up at the singer, who smiled softly in return. His expression was gentle. Kuroko raised his head, unthinkingly, to feel those heated lips again when the door rapped loudly.

"Akashi-kun, Kuroko-kun, the car is ready."

Both of them stopped, Kuroko suddenly returning to his senses. He fell back on the couch, his senses returning to him. Akashi called out loudly, not turning away from the beautiful scene under him. "We'll be right out."

He bent down and gave a lingering kiss before sitting up, not letting go of the intertwined hands. "You ready?"

Kuroko nodded, feeling his face. It was extremely warm. Would anyone be able to know what had happened?

Akashi seemed to read his mind, as always. "You look fine." He brushed Kuroko's hair back into a more dignified state. "Beautiful, as always."

Kuroko gave Akashi a brief smile. "You look very handsome too, Akashi-kun. And please, don't call me beautiful." But the gaze that the singer replied with burned a hole straight through Kuroko's heart.

"Thank you. And I'm just saying the truth." They rose and went to the door. Midorima looked as dignified as ever, showing them out to the car, through the raging sea of cameras and girls all hoping to touch one of the bishounen beauties which glided past, so close yet just out of their reach.

First make-out scene I've ever written! . Thank you for reading!