Kuroo Tetsuro whirled his white wine around in his glass, dragging his thumb across the dewy condensation on the surface. He observed the tiny bubbles rising to the surface as the liquid swirled in the base of the glass. As soft, upbeat Italian music played in the background, his lover's equally soothing voice blanketed his ears, the syllables of Japanese greatly contrasting with those of Italian. Not only that, he noted on the sharp, feminine quality of the soprano voice before him, and the deep alto of the artist gracing all of those surrounding them in the restaurant.

     He almost had to laugh at himself, unconsciously comparing music and Akaashi's voice, something a musical genius like Kuroo might do often. Before lifting his glass to his lips, he rose his dark, golden brown eyes focusing completely on Akaashi and his voice. His lips touched the rim, and he parted them, upending the glass swallowing the wine in one gulp without his eyes moving. He slowly replaced the empty glass, a gentle thud muffled by the white table cloth. The dim lighting elaborating the soft light emitting from the unscented candle separating he and his beautiful lover, the occasional puff of smoke lifting off from the flame.

     He beamed, teeth pearly, as he listened to Akaashi gush about his new works, and things he noticed that interested him. He had angled himself slightly to the side with his hands spread apart, explaining his long visit to the art museum that day. His bright eyes were focused on the empty space between his hands, animatedly describing a specific painting by a French man as if he was staring right at it.

     "The hand stroked and colors were just perfect! It was very hard to believe it wasn't the original work, but y'know, Monet has his own style that is so hard to get just right. The strokes were literally just off..." Akaashi's eyes gleamed with joy, his smile covering his face, and he side glanced to Kuroo, who was smiling. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry, heh, you know me and my babbling... I just get so carried away when I get excited sometimes..." He glanced down, his smile now sheepish and framed by rosy cheeks.

     He lowered his hands, rubbing the back of his neck. He shifted his thin frame in his seat, his shoulders squared out and facing Kuroo fully. Kuroo didn't mind at all. In fact, he relished in Akaashi's voice, and could listen to the soft chime of his voice forever. At night, it lulled him to sleep like a lullaby. So times like that, in restaurants and in public or on the subway, Akaashi drowned out anything irrelevant, and cast a light over everything, adding a distinct beauty. He realized that it's what real love was like. After months and months of being together, Kuroo never tired of Akaashi like he did of past, dried out lovers.

     "It's okay, Keiji. You know I love to listen." Kuroo softly said, leaning back in his seat. "So, you went to the museum and library for inspiration. What exactly would they inspire you to do for your manga? I mean the library is just a library, and maybe looking at paintings give you ideas for backgrounds and characters, but a plot?"

     "Ah, well, this chapter is supposed to be like a filler. You know how when you read a book, or watch an anime, and it starts out happy and introduces a problem?" Akaashi asked, receiving a nod in understanding. "Well, that's how they build you up. They're building you up higher and higher, making you think everything's over and the climax has occurred, and maybe they're just going to give you filler? Then, they cut your legs out from under you and make your heart ache for those happy times? That's what I'm trying to accomplish, and I need a date for the peak of my manga. The happy part where it seems like nothing could go wrong, until I shatter my readers hopes and dreams."

     Kuroo burst into a hearty laughter, lifting up his water next to his wine, taking a small sip. "How morbid, Keiji." He teased, shaking his head, receiving a knowing grin from his love. "That's actually a great idea. Make them happy, wanting more, then crush their hearts, and they just can't stop cause they're in to deep." Kuroo glanced back up at Akaashi, who had sat back with a calculating smirk. "I like how dark you are sometimes, it's quite lovely. Makes things interesting..."

     Akaashi smiled, his angelic features accentuating the way his turqoise green eyes shimmered mischievously. "Yes, yes, you love it. But it needs to be perfect. I wanted to draw the perfect date; a surprise visit to the museum and an expensive dinner, I don't know. Something like in the movies, something only Prince Charming could properly accomplish to woo his princess." He chewed at his lip. Akaashi sighed deeply, shaking his head as he cut into his teriyaki chicken, delicately taking a bite from his fork and lifted his own glass to his lips.

     Kuroo thought, too, hoping he could help Akaashi out. He had helped with plots before, maybe he could again. Akaashi sometimes would run out of romantic ideas, and Kuroo would suggest something crazy, and Akaashi made something from it. Using his chop sticks, he snatched up a slice of seared tuna, drowning it in soy sauce as he thought. He snorted softly, and Akaashi's eyes darted up from his meal. Kuroo chewed a bit more, taking another piece and plopped it in his mouth. Akaashi lifted up his glass of wine, taking sips with his eyes shut. "What about a sex scene?" He mumbled through his food.

     Akaashi's eyes popped open, wide in surprise, and he gagged slightly. He struggled a moment to withhold the expensive wine, before gulping it down and gasping. "Tetsu!" He leaned forward, crying out in a hushed voice. "We're in public, and that's quite vulgar to be brought up while we're eating..."

"So?" Kuroo shrugged, scooping another sliver, and gently dabbed it in wasabi. "It's not like I'm bending you over the table, spanking you and making you moan my name in front of everyone." He grinned, plopping the tuna in his mouth and chewing slowly.

Akaashi flushed bright red, gasping lightly. "Shut the hell up, pain in the ass Testu! I'll smother you." Akaashi exclaimed.

"Oya oya?" Kuroo smirked, leaning forward. "How so? I think I'd rather enjoy that.." He loomed over the table, his eyes narrowed seductively.

Akaashi's embarrassment and rage faltered, his expression exposing vague confusion, then exactly when he must've realized what Kuroo was suggesting, he blushes deeply. "Dammit, Testuro, be silent before I smack you silly." He pouted, crossing his arms and turning his head away.

Kuroo tweaked his brows, reached across the table, and stole away one of Akaashi's stubborn hands. "I think that'd be a fantastic filler, don't you?" He turned Akaashi's hand in his, and kissed each soft knuckle at the top of his hand. "Maybe get a little... inspired?

Akaashi bit his lip, casting his eyes down to the table shyly. He glanced up, his eyes flitting back and forth between the table and Kuroo's blazing eyes of dark gold. He bit his lip in consideration, and it appeared at as if he were searching for an answer in his dish. "Just a little bit of fun won't hurt, right?"

Kuroo's eyes flashed mischievously, and he pushed back his chair abruptly, drawing the attention of a few customers around them. Never once letting go of Akaashi's hand, Kuroo set off to find a room with a lock. They weaved through white clothes tables with fancy utensils and well dressed citizens. The bathrooms, were near the back and there were three to choose from. One was for boys, one for girls, and a unisex bathroom initially for the handicapped. He knocked lightly, his ear against the door, before turning the knob hastily and swinging his little lover in behind him.

A pang of guilt stabbed at Akaashi, for any unsuspecting soul that needed to use that particular restroom, and his slight paranoia played with him. However, any thoughts of anything but Kuroo dripped away as Kuroo showered him with full lipped kisses all about the face and neck as he pressed Akaashi against the door and locked it. Their hands groped each other hungrily, as if they were starving beasts in the wild. Their clumsy fingers fumbled over the buttons that were necessary to be unbuttoned.

Soon, Kuroo's unbuttoned white shirt split, and exposed his chiseled abs. Akaashi's hands explored, as Kuroo pushed up Akaashi's shirt in order to gain access to his stomach and chest. Their lips locked together, a bruising, time stopping kiss, as their hands rolled across skin and through hair. Kuroo parted their lips, kissing harshly at his jaw, and making his way down. He gently bit down at the nape of Akaashi's luscious neck, soliciting a gasp of approval. He kissed, nibbled, and suckled down further, eventually latching onto one of his nipples as his fingers pinched and twisted the other lightly.

He sucked on Akaashi's rosy nipple, and played with the other until it was fully erected, and released as he kissed down his stomach for a moment, palming Akaashi's growing bulge, but he raised his head back up so that their lips could meet.

Their lips parted, tongues wrapping together. Kuroo noticed the sweet taste of Akaashi's lips and tongue melding with the fruity wine he had drank earlier, and how especially soft they were that night. One of his hands ran through the dark locks of Akaashi, entangling themselves in the waves, as the other continued to work at the growing erection. Akaashi's small mewls came and went with each breath, some muffled by a compassionate kiss, and others not. Akaashi's thin, delicate fingers played with the buttons of Kuroo's pants, before slipping passed the hem of his jeans and underwear. Akaashi massaged his member, resulting in heavy, uneven breathing. Kuroo reached into his back pocket, snagging a condom, tearing it open with his teeth.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Kuroo asked, as Akaashi hastily pushed down his own jeans pulling his underwear down as well, and it dropped down around his ankles, and then struggled to remove Kuroo's as well.

"Kuroo Testuro, you can not honestly be seriously asking that question right now." Akaashi rolled his eyes, kissing Kuroo's neck as he rolled on the condom. Kuroo shrugged slightly, lifting his hands, but Akaashi snagged one, licking his fingers slowly, sucking on one.

"Well, I brought lube." Kuroo bluntly stated, entranced by Akaashi's hallowed out cheeks.

Akaashi's face twisted, something like annoyance and surprise passing over. He pulled back away, releasing Kuroo's finger with a pop. "What, did you plan to fuck me in the bathroom?" He asked incredulously.

Kuroo shrugged again, nonchalant. "No, I intended on fucking you at your place. But this is a delicious turn of events." As he spoke, his hands slipped town between Akaashi's legs, teasing his entrance.

     "Delicious, eh?" Akaashi raised his eyebrows, quivering at the pressure. "Why don't we get straight to dessert, huh?" He said in a needy way. The slight pout jarred Kuroo, and drove him to push his fingers in quickly.

     "I like it when you talk dirty, Keiji." Kuroo's voice rasped hungrily in his ear.

(A/N) You dirty people... lmao well if you want the rest go check out my new book called "Irusu: Ikigai" for drama and sex! and like some really depressing shit. it'll be worth the read I promise. Hope you check it out and enjoyed : )