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He soon came to realize, an unconscious body weighed far more than he really expected. From Akaashi's height and stature, he believed he could lift him and carry him easy enough, but he found himself struggling. He heaved Akaashi up from his spot on the ground, cradling him in his arms as his limbs hung and head lolled limply. He grunted a bit, readjusted Akaashi in his arms as he brought him to his car, which was parked just outside the wall.

He rounded the corner, exiting the park. He frowned slightly, distressed over whether or not he had locked the car. If he had, he'd have to set Akaashi down, lift him back up and get him into the car. He lined himself up with his car door, and bent down even so slightly. He slid his hand through the handle, yanking and stepping back. Thankfully, it swung open easily and soundlessly, but Akaashi twitched slightly. For a moment, the kidnapper wondered if he had drank enough of the wine to have put him out long enough for him to transport his sleeping body.

Akaashi's hand twitched again, and he froze completely as Akaashi lifted his head a bit. Although, for a moment he experienced an incredible sense, it resolved itself as the angel tucked his head against his chest with his hands clutching at his shirt. He mumbled something softly, however, it was assuredly sedated. He swooned, inwardly screaming as his cheeks flushed bright red. "Kawaii..."

Getting Akaashi in the seat was no issue, and he made sure to buckle him in. He scraped his hand through his short hair, jogging to his side of the car, glancing around anxiously. He had finally done it.

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Getting him into the car had been a chore, however he knew getting into his basement would be a trek. He hadn't bothered to pick up anything, since none of it was his or Akaashi's. He had stolen all of it. He huffed heavily as he molested his door handle in order to get it open, kicking it in lightly after it clicked. He definitely needed to start locking things. He slipped in, and nudged the door behind him shut, and made his way down the hall. He passed pictures of his family, all with plastic smiles and preppy clothes, and snarled a bit. He shifted Akaashi in his arms again, and once they made it to the doors before the stairs he groaned. He fiddled with the door, opening it as he stretched for a light switch. Once the light was on, he carefully made his way down the stairs, but jogged through the last three or four. He placed Akaashi on the bed, before flopping beside him.

"God, I think I broke a sweat, how about you?" He asked out loud, giggling at himself. He sat up, and sighed deeply. Now, to undress and bathe the boy. "I swear, this is my favorite part..." He muttered, rubbing his hands together. He pulled Akaashi up by his wrists, cautious as to not bruise the delicate skin. He braced Akaashi by his shoulders, wondering how exactly he'd manage this. He pressed his knee into the mattress, leaning Akaashi against his chest. Akaashi's breath blew out against his breath, warm and humid against his ear, causing his flesh to prickle in arousal. His hands slid down, cupping his waist gently, thumbing at the lowest part of his ribcage. His hands slid further, testing the waters before him. He could feel Akaashi's form, the heat resonating through the cloth into his fingertips. He snuck his fingers beneath the hem, and he shuddered at the touch of supple skin. He pulled the shirt up and over Akaashi's head before laying him back gently, his hand supporting his head.

His mouth became dry, and he dragged his tongue across his lips. His skin shone beneath the lighting like illuminated snow, his lips were a rosy pink and full. He brushed his thumb over it, displacing it and exposing his perfect teeth. He breathed in deeply through his nose, and out through his mouth praying he'd find a single ounce of self-control.

He did, after a moment, and removed himself from the room. He ran the bath in the next room, adding extra bubbles just to avoid the temptations of the god before him. He kept the temperature at a comfortable temperature, unsure of whether or not Akaashi preferred hot or cold bathes, but it didn't exactly matter at that moment in time. He stood from the running water, and ventured to finish undressing Akaashi. He stared at him for a moment, before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the down and over his feet.

His boxers were a pastel pink, with little rubber duckies on it.

He covered his mouth, withholding a burst of laughter. He pulled them down quickly, averting his eyes as he lifted him again. He carried Akaashi to the bath, and slowly emerged him in the water.

Now, all he needed to decide was whether he preferred the scent of vanilla or pomegranate.

(A/N) WHO DO YOU THINK IT IS? COMMENT YOUR GUESS
it's a filler, gomen, and so is the next chapter, but i might actually update again tonight because it's short. The next chapter will be way more entertaining, i promise !