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It's forbidden? We don't care.

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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Ah, ah, ah. [Tutting him, just the same, Kuroko was able to pry at the towel for now, but in pulling it down, he would only find it constricting around his throat.] Ahhhhh~ Now look what you're making me do...

[Tighter. Despite the violent action, his voice was patient and pleasant.] Put both hands behind your head when you give up.

(It finally clicks that they're no longer playing a children's game. Hanamiya has no plans to allow Kuroko his freedom, and the night was going to become a nightmare if he's unable to secure his own freedom.

As with many an insect caught in the silks of an expertly woven thread, Kuroko fights. He tries to push himself forward, he tries to reach behind him for purchase, and he tries to get his fingers beneath the towel to allow some freedom in his breathing, but he finds himself unable to succeed, despite his methods.

What if Hanamiya will really kill him? What if he's actually been forced to make a life or death choice? He's too young, too sheltered to have been prepared for that kind of scenario.

He tries to fight. He loses. It's painful when he's forced to bring his hands back behind his head when his vision begins to darken.

He doesn't want to die.)

[And yet Hanamiya keeps pulling the towel in opposite directions, crossed at his neck, wrapped around his fists to assure there's no slack for Kuroko to gain his freedom from. After all of his groping and grappling to try to loosen the towel, how can he know he's really submitting rather than just trying still?]

Mm? Do you give? [He asks, even knowing that Kuroko doesn't have the breath to speak. He waits to see his posture waver.] Get on your knees. Don't move your hands, and don't make a sound. Neither of us want what'll happen if you can't obey. You're not exactly my type, but you're a little better than going to full on necrophilia.

(His limits had been pushed before he agreed to submit. Kuroko was a boy who always believed there was a chance until the game itself was over, but sometimes, that meant switching tactics. If it took admitting defeat in this battle, he had to be conscious to keep fighting the war.

His limits are redefined when Hanamiya refuses to give him the oxygen his body needs, and yet again when he hesitates to go to his knees. His vision grows darker at the edges, a darkness even deeper than that of the room. It's unnatural, threatening.

With a heart as heavy as a stone, his knees lower to the floor. His hands stay behind him, putting him in an even more submissive, humiliating position. His only grace is that the night keeps his clenched eyes hidden. Hanamiya can assume his pain, but he can't yet see it.)

[The feeble blue light from the floor is all there is to see by, and it isn't enough to make out the details of Kuroko's face as his blue hair, almost white in the glow of the phone, covers his face. But once he goes down, the towel loosens just enough to allow him to breathe. Bending over his submissive little slave, he planted a kiss on top of the boy's head as he gently, so very gently, began wrapping one end of the towel around each of Kuroko's wrists, one by one, while keeping it crossed and twist-tied in the back. Tying a towel wasn't as simple as tying rope, but that was fine. After all, he could simply bend a little further over and reach for Kuroko's shirt hem, pulling it up over his head, stretching the loose fitting fabric over his spread out elbows in order to make use of it to tuck and tighten the behind-the-head choker knot he'd now effectively restrained his hands with. And conveniently, it would only take a tug of his arms to begin choking him again.

That was, of course, if Kuroko would really be ready to submit and lose such a battle and allow such a thing to happen.]

(As if given water for the first time after a long trek in the desert, Kuroko gasps the air down in hungry swallows. It takes more than a few seconds for his lungs to feel comfortable, and the sounds aren't unlike that of an athlete after a long game. Slowly, his body begins to feel as close to normal as possible in the situation, and his vision clears. His throat still burns where the fabric had pulled tight across the skin, but it's a much better situation than before.

The hesitation required for breathing allows Hanamiya some room to work. By the time Kuroko comes through to himself, his hands are well under way to being tried in a way he's unable to break.

That leaves him only one dangerous choice: he has to scream. Fear tightens his already aching lungs, but what choice does he have now? Hanamiya is serious.

His lips part.

It's his only choice, no matter how frightening. He can't let himself be raped.)

H--- (He tries, but to his horror, the 'scream' manages to be little more than an outward press of weak air, a sound that is easily lost in the small room before a fit of coughing racks his body. )

[A warm hand pats Kuroko's naked back. And then it lingers.

When he does move, it's to head to the door Kuroko never made it to, flicking on the light switch, giving him a view of Hanamya's naked lower half, his pants discarded by the bed where he'd first began his more obvious assault on Kuroko. In truth, it had started before Kuroko had even known Hanamiya Makoto was on the premises. It had taken place in the bathroom when fetching his towel. It had taken place on his bed, taunting him with indecent noises.

And it continued as he came to stand in front of his captive, his large, pale and lotion-glistening length right at eye level.]

Here's something for your throat.

(Despite just assuming the darkness his enemy, Kuroko doesn't welcome the light that floods the room and chases the shadows away. The darkness was menacing and dangerous, but one assumed there was safety in the day. This time, its glow brings no alternate reality, no promise of a night different than that of the one Hanamiya has planned. Instead, Kuroko is able to see the erection he'd only felt until this point.

With the overhead bulb flickered on, Kuroko could be seen as well. The sweat that's collected along his pale skin shines slightly in the light, causing his blue hair to stick to his face and betraying his fear.

When Hanamiya is in front of him, Kuroko falls back. The coughing has stopped, but his throat still feels too tight.)

No. (His voice is hoarse, like that of sandpaper running along walls. It's weak, but doesn't yet show his building horror.) Stay away from me.

[If Kuroko wants to fall back so badly, he'll let him. He steps forward and pushes his foot down just below where his ribs meet, pushing down enough to make him squirm, to make him worry he'll really smash in his rib cage. And then it lifts up again, gently running down Kuroko's stomach, tenderly twisting his ankle so spread the boy's legs so that the ball of his foot can press against Kuroko's groin. It rubs back and forth, up and down, a mild touch to somewhere quite sensitive.]

Kiyoshi must be lonely, recovering from surgery so far away from his precious teammates. Could use a hospital-buddy, don't you think?

[And then his knee shoots up. His foot comes down, hard, only onto the floor, but mere centimeters from where it had been rubbing, with enough force that, had he missed, had be not drawn back, it would have surely crushed through his pelvis. Instead, a powerful, rumbling stomp hits the floor, without making contact with him... Not until after his foot has landed, at least. After that, it traces up, the top of his foot teasing at the balls, the underside of the member he'd just mercifully spared in his stomp.]

(At first, the mention of Kiyoshi makes him think of a veiled threat, but Hanamiya quickly explains, which does little to sooth nerves that feel nearly electrified. Kuroko isn't naive, he realizes the weaker position, but unlike usual, he has no plan for how to escape.

Fear and shame seem to have been the dominant emotions to claim his mind, but fear is quickly winning, especially with the introduction of Hanamiya's foot. If he stomped, with his vantage point, he could do damage.

Then he does stomp. In that moment, the horror if the situation makes Kuroko into a statue. Every inch of his body is frozen in time, no muscle able to move. If it were possible, even his blood would have frozen in his veins.)

Hanamiya-san... (Stop. Why are you doing this? We did not hurt you, we did not mock you.

Another attempt, failed, at a deep breath.)

I won't be bullied.

(Only he had been, when he pulled his hands and dropped to his knees.)

Then should I pamper you instead? [Removing his foot, Hanamiya sank down, sidestepping his legs to be at his side. He couldn't very well remove his pants if he were between his legs, after all.] I see. That's how you want it. Selfless in sport, selfish in bed, is it?

(Uncaring of how awkward he may look, Kuroko already tries to shift away. All touches from Hanamiya are unwelcome, but if Kuroko can rest his throat well enough, he can yell.

Delay? Would Hanamiya fall for it? Likely not.)

Instead, I would like some water. You were very rough on my throat.

I just offered you a warm, creamy drink. [It's much easier, less awkward looking despite not wearing pants to boot, for Hanamiya to shift closer, stroking his face, through his hair, back towards his hands were he gives both wrists a yank, causing the choke knot to pull on his throat again.]

(Kuroko's hair is short but soft and free of tangles, allowing Hanamiya's larger hand to move through the locks with ease. It's a deceptively kind move, but Hanamiya himself is often deceptively kind, and the movements fail to fool him. Something painful is coming.

As before, the sudden lack of oxygen is alarming. In contrast to the earlier incident, Kuroko has no free hands to use in his struggle, making him completely defenseless. With the room now illuminated, the widening of his bright blue eyes is visible. His mouth opens and closes soundlessly.

His throat isn't going to be allowed to heal enough to yell. That weapon isn't available to him. This may really happen, Hanamiya may actually sexually assault him with just four walls between him and help. Even while Kuroko can't give up, something sick and cold begins to spread across his body, like poison in his veins. How is he supposed to handle a life as a rape victim?)

Now. [Loosening his hold on the knot and Kuroko's wrists, he reaches for his hair. This time the grip is much less gentle, taking a fist full of soft, silken cotton candy like strands and jerking him forward. The lotion over his length smears across Kuuroko's lips and cheek; he knows what he's being ordered to do.]

(Some of the lotion transfers to Kuroko's cheek in a shimmering smear, leaving no way to dispute that Hanamiya rubbed himself along the smooth skin of Kuroko's face. His unwillingness to cooperate makes the sensation even more disgusting.

Already, there is no going back. Already, there will be a before tonight and after tonight. Already, he realizes how vulnerable he is, how weak. Before, Kuroko Tetsuya was an innocent. Now, he is a victim.)

Hanamiya-san, please. (He isn't actively fighting, but he is trying to breathe again.) Stop this. This isn't a foul on a basketball court, this is a very serious crime.

Hnnn. So you don't think what I did to your upperclassman was really that big a deal. You just wanted to give a justice speech about it at the time, eh?

(Kuroko isn't so easily prodded, so easily guilted. His conviction about their game hadn't wavered, Hanamiya had done something horrible to Kiyoshi. Still, there is a primary difference in the situations.)

Of course, I did, but the largest risk with your attack on Senpai was a penalty within the game. If you continue to go through with this, you will end up in prison.

(He has to be aware of the fact Kuroko will report it.)

Will I?

(How can he even question the possibility? Kuroko won't remain silent, and he does know enough about sex to know there will be evidence left behind.)

Yes, so it is best to stop now.

Fuwha! [It's such a distinct laugh it's practically a verbalized word.] You just hold onto that future where justice is served then, if that's what it takes to help you get through this. Now then... [The two words trailing off are sing-songed as he gives another smear, aiming directly for Kuroko's lips. He would let the sour, balmy greasy taste of the lotion be another sensation for him to savor throughout the act. But since he wasn't interested in giving head now, Hanamiya pulled him up by the wrists; Kuroko would have to rise from his knees if he didn't want to choke. Even if he didn't cooperate, it wouldn't last long enough to choke hard. He only pulled Kuroko up enough to throw him face down over the bed again, now able to restrain both hands with only one. It meant that Kuroko's face would be muffled better, too. Which was good. Because even with a hoarse throat, what was to come next was sure to get a scream out of him.]

I'm planning to take every hole, but if you want me to save your mouth for later I'll do it your way.

[His other hand was free to slowly, deliberately pull Kuroko's pants down to his thighs.]

(To silence him, Hanamiya would have to kill him, and even with the sexual assault obviously on the horizon, that seems beyond the realm of possibility. It isn't as if a corpse is so easy to hide, and all of his friends knew Kuroko was going to his room. If he went missing, it would be Hanamiya they looked to, especially with his violent tendencies.

Kuroko has little time to fully contemplate the more distant future when he's being pulled and rearranged for Hanamiya's liking. The taste of fabric quickly enters his mouth when his lips part. The world is a strange mixture of dark with white peeking in from the sides when he can raise his head far enough from the bed.

Every hole. Somehow, it feels crude. Somehow, it feels real now.)

Oph.

(In a mockery of resistance, all Kuroko can manage to do is try to keep his legs closed. As his pants are slowly removed, his pale, untouched skin is revealed, inch by inch. The hem follows the curve of his backside before sliding down his creamy thighs, his only resistance weak.)

Stu~pid. [Hanamiya's own pale hand comes down with a smack on the curve of exposed, creamy white skin, leaving a pink and glowing hand print.] Even if you close your legs, you're not a girl. I can still get to this just fine. [Without any particular prelude, two fingers suddenly take a too well aimed plunge directly into him, to the hilt.]

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(The resounding 'smack' echoes quietly in the enclosed room. Instinctively, Kuroko's body jerks in a full-bodied flinch. The glowing handprint easily shows on the snow-like skin.)

Nnnn! (Of all the sounds Kuroko had made, that scream is by far the loudest. As a virgin, nothing had ever been inside, and two fingers is already past the point of comfort. The tight muscle spasms but gives way to harder fingers. His inside warmth is forced to stretch to accommodate his fingers.

He's being raped. Kuroko tries to crawl away, even with his hands behind his back, but it doesn't matter. He has to put distance between himself and Hanamiya.)

[Without waiting for that scream to die out Hanamiya's fingers jerk open as far as they're able while buried inside that resisting, virgin hole. Even if his fingers are fairly strong as an athlete whose position as point guard involves a lot of finger movement to focus on dribbling and control, it's tight enough for him to know that he can't really rape him yet. Not if he wants to... Well, even if it doesn't feel good, he'll enjoy it, but he can't help but thing that that'd be quickly overridden by the pain of jamming his dick in a fleshy vice and trying to grind himself into raw meat. So with every thought to prepare him, he closes his fingers, twists his wrist, then spreads them again while the opposite hand pushes his face down to muffle Kuroko's yells.] Kagami must have a micro-dick.

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