idk about the summary but
sexual tension is really not my thing
side note, there really aren't enough fics out there where aomine is an arrogant, confident, sexy-as-hell jerk who doesn't know how to deal with Feelings, so this is my contribution. i would welcome recommendations for those kinds of fics as well, and thank you for reading ^^

It all starts when Kuroko forwards him a text message from Akashi inviting him - ordering him - to attend a reunion of the Kiseki, and threatening dismemberment in case of absence. Kagami doesn't even know why he's been asked to attend - hell, he isn't one of the Generation of Miracles, not by far, and although he was plenty glad to have earned their respect in his younger days, he's not sure if he's all that happy being invited to their exclusive club. But when Akashi gives an order, nobody dares to question it, least of all Kagami. He still feels the phantom burn of the scissors on his cheek, and although it's true that Akashi is slightly less... psychopathic nowadays, he's still unpredictable, and someone to be feared.

So after a little bit of stalling, a little bit of reluctant rejoinder, Kagami unwillingly agrees to attend the reunion with Kuroko (not that he had had much of a choice in the first place anyway). According to Kuroko, there aren't going to be a lot of people invited to be there, just the members of the GoM and a couple of others from the teams. The party's scheduled to be held at one of the ritzy bars - which, rumour has it, Akashi owns - in downtown, and it's not going to be a closed affair.

Kagami interprets that as saying that there's going to be women, and a lot of them. Even though it's not his cup of tea, he thinks about the free food, the free beer, and sure, who's going to turn down an invitation like that? Akashi never disappoints, after all.

In retrospect, alarm bells should have been ringing in his head, warning him to stay away, get the fuck away, risk Akashi's wrath just to get out of the engagement, because of course he was going to be there, and getting his eyes gouged out was, to Kagami, a far more preferable fate to meeting him.

But then again, there had always been a reason why everyone called him an idiot. An angelic one, no doubt, but an idiot nonetheless.

The bar is dark and black-walled, and the music playing is, true to Akashi's taste, classical and barely more than a background murmur. The quiet chatter of the guests floats amicably around the enclosed area, and Kagami feels his body relax, almost unconsciously. He makes his way to the bar immediately, and tosses down a thousand-yen bill.

"A glass of something strong," he mutters to the bartender, casting a quick, covert glance over the drinks displayed discreetly on the wall, and deciding immediately that he's not going to humiliate himself by trying to pronounce any of the foreign brands on display. The bartender raises a disapproving eyebrow, looks down his nose at the money on the table, and picks it up gingerly as if he wishes he had forceps to do it instead. Kagami imagines him holding up a monocle to his eyes, and the image is so fitting that he has to stifle an ill-timed chuckle.

A few seconds later, the bartender sets down a glass of… something down on the counter and moves off with the same, smooth glide. Kagami takes a sip of the blue liquid within and chokes slightly on the strong, sour taste, undeniably infused with more than a little alcohol. He wonders what else is in it, and decides that, maybe, he's better off not asking.

He nurses his drink for a few minutes - or pretends to, at least - while he runs his eyes over the crowd. More than a couple of times, his eye catches appreciatively on the curve of a man's ass, on the line of another dancer's deltoids, but almost immediately he looks away. He isn't looking for a relationship at the moment, and the idea of a quick fuck has never really appealed to him. He's more than contented with his right hand, seeing as how his first attempted one-night stand had been disappointingly lukewarm. Kagami isn't looking for a quick fling, and neither is he out for a permanent relationship. He had simply never felt like it was the right time, to Kise's great chagrin, and Kuroko's quiet disapproval.

"You'll have to settle down one day, Kagamicchi," Kise has wailed more than once, when Kagami had - as politely as possible - turned down his attempts at matchmaking. Even Kuroko has taken to affixing him with a stare of disappointment, and even the occasional potent Sigh. That Sigh conveys a lot, really it does, and sometimes Kagami feels so overcome with guilt that he almost gives in to Kise's well-meaning offers. But then he catches himself, and reminds himself that his life is his bloody own to live, and besides, he isn't in any rush to repeat the follies of his teenage years.

Kagami can tell immediately when Kuroko and Kise arrive. He feels, rather than hears, the collective sigh that echoes through the female portion of the crowd, and the telltale shifting of feet as they crowd towards the door. The volume of the noise in the bar ups by a few levels, and Kagami gives a fond sigh of resignation. He likes Kise, really, and of course he's not jealous of the attention he receives from women, but sometimes he feels a sneaking sympathy for what Kuroko has to put up with.

Again, he knows the instant Kise spots him, because immediately the air is rent with a loud shriek of "Kagamicchi!" Kagami gives another loud sigh, and huddles closer to his drink - not that it'll give him any purchase from the tornado that is Kise Ryouta.

"Kagamicchi!" Kise chatters, his usual disarming smile on his face as he settles into the bar stool next to Kagami, deftly signing an autograph pad shoved towards him with one hand and signalling to the bartender with another. "One Vodka Orange, please," he calls, then he pauses, and looks over his shoulder with a quick smile. "And an Absolut Vanilia, thanks."

Kuroko slides silently into the stool next to Kise, his blue eyes fixed blankly on the girl standing perilously-close to Kise while the latter obliviously signs another autograph, this time from a blushing male fan. "Hello, Kagami-kun," he says, his voice as polite as ever. But Kagami hasn't been his best friend for almost fourteen years without learning to read the emotions of the usually-expressionless man, to a certain extent.

This expression is scary as fuck, and the girl senses it instinctively in an instant. She casts a surprised and terrified look in Kuroko's direction, and scuttles off without further ado. Kise looks at her go, and turns a sly smile towards his partner.

"What were you doing to that poor girl, Kurokocchi?" he purrs, his voice teasing, as he waves away the last of his ardent fans and turns his full attention back to the company.

Kuroko's face is as blank as ever, but Kagami catches the slight satisfied upturn of his lips, and tries to hide his own smile in his drink.

Kise turns to Kagami, his golden eyes wide and merry. "Kagamicchi!" he says again, and Kagami snorts irritably. He knows it's useless to tell Kise to drop that ridiculous nickname - God knows he's been trying even since high school - but it still makes him feel annoyed, and a tad flustered. He nods towards Kuroko, and takes another quick gulp of the drink. It slides down his throat, and this time the burn is rather pleasant.

Kise continues chattering on beside him. "It's been such a long time since I've seen you, Kagamicchi, you don't look too bad! Kuroko told me you received the "Best Fireman of the Year" award, but I can't say that was unexpected; you always were the best at fighting fires, weren't you?" He gives his tinkly little laugh, and tosses cash over the counter at the snooty bartender as he brings them their drinks.

After taking a sip, he leans forward, almost conspiratorially, and murmurs, "I've got a really good one for you this time, Kagamicchi - he's a businessman, and soooo hot! He even plays basketball on the side, how's that? Do you want to give him a try, tap that ass? It's a pretty nice ass, I can tell you that much, and I'd probably go for it if I didn't have Kurokocchi, here."

Kagami laughs - a real, genuine laugh, because Kise is just as persistent as ever, and just as likeable. His golden eyes sparkle and change colours as he moves his head restlessly, and his mobile face is just as expressive as before. It's good to see him, Kagami realises; Kise over text isn't quite the same as Kise in person, and while he suspects the latter might become tiresome after a period of long exposure - as had happened in high school - it would always be a pleasure to talk to the energetic model.

"It's nice to see you again, Kagami-kun," Kuroko's quiet voice breaks in. He and Kagami haven't been meeting up recently at all, despite them still being the closest of friends, because the preschool teacher's job keeps him working late hours and with not much time left for his partner, much less for Kagami. But they do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Kagami's certain that that's true for him and Kuroko.

They enter into fluid conversation immediately, Kagami feeling strangely at home among the two, with no stilted or awkward pauses at all. He marvels at the ease of the interactions between them, and laughs occasionally at Kise's comical stories regarding his co-workers and his director. There's a friendlier ambiance in the air, and Kagami feels almost grateful that he conceded to coming to this reunion. He doesn't see any of the other members of the GoM, and perhaps they've chosen to forgo the party altogether. He expects that's for the better; right now, with Kuroko and Kise, he's feeling completely relaxed and off his guard.

Perhaps that assumption is why Kise's next few words catch him horribly by surprise.

"Did you know? Aominecchi's going to be here tonight!" he says excitedly, his eyes lighting up at the thought of his old friend. "You haven't kept in contact with him these few years, right? I heard he's become quite the player - although not in the basketball sense, of course."

Kise's scandalised giggle is like a knife to the heart, and Kagami winces. Of course - of course he should have expected this. Even in high school Aomine had been popular with the ladies - there had been no shortage of female fans, and although their numbers had been nowhere near Kise's, he had still had no lack of choices.

But still, it's painful, and as Kagami drops his gaze to stare blankly at the blue depths of his cursed drink, he feels the sympathetic burn of Kuroko's gaze on the back of his neck. Only Kuroko knows, after all - they are best friends, and of course Kuroko had been the first and only one he'd run to after the incident, but his pity still hurts.

It was a warm summer day, and Kagami was holding a bag of ice cream in his hand. It was banana-flavoured, an odd choice, but Kagami remembered Aomine's predilection for the flavour with fondness. Like Imayoshi, he found it adorable, but it was something he kept to himself, knowing that Aomine easily got defensive about that kind of thing.

His phone was in his pocket, and he fished it out deftly with his other hand, scrolling quickly through the text messages from the previous night. There had been something wrong with Aomine - he hadn't been as communicative, and when Kagami had subtly tried to invite him over for a drink, and hopefully a round of sex, he'd uncharacteristically declined.

So Kagami was worried about him. The bastard wasn't really that thick-headed, after all, and he really never failed to recognise an invitation, so there had to be something wrong with him. And now that they were really, officially dating...

Kagami couldn't help smiling a little to himself, and he whistled as he jostled the bag of ice cream. There must be something wrong with him, too, Kagami thought dazedly, for him to be acting so strangely as well, but just the mere thought of his boyfriend sent him floating into weird happy places. The confession hadn't been planned, and neither had been their getting together; it had just been spontaneous and completely unexpected, as was everything they did.

Kagami couldn't quite remember what had happened that day - they'd been fighting over something inane, something completely unimportant, and there had been a lot of pushing and shoving. Aomine had slammed him against the net of the basketball court and held him there, both of them breathing hard. It had been late at night, and the stars had been unusually bright, and Kagami would always blame the fey magic that had overcome him then, for his actions after that.

He had watched a drop of sweat slide tantalisingly down the sharp, angled line of Aomine's jaw, drawn his eyes shakily over the bunched muscle of Aomine's arms, trapping him against the cold hard metal - trailed his gaze over the tan skin of Aomine's neck, watched his Adam's apple bob, and lifted his eyes towards Aomine's own. The uncontrollable burning fire in the other ace's eyes had sent sparks flickering through his entire body, sending a shuddering thrill through him.

The stars had glittered in Aomine's eyes, and there had been a bright, hungry, dangerous light to those blue orbs. Kagami's tongue had flicked out unconsciously to moisten his lips, surprisingly dry - and he had not missed the way Aomine's eyes had followed the movement. His eyes had fluttered shut, half-mast, and then suddenly, with a muffled curse, Aomine had leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

The action had sent Kagami's body entirely on fire. Aomine's lips were surprisingly soft, and they had moved with a gentle caress against Kagami's. Aomine had muttered a quiet, soundless prayer, his lips shifting against Kagami's almost tenderly - and then he had deepened the kiss. Kagami had gasped as Aomine's hands came up to his face, holding on to his cheeks in a painfully-intimate fashion. He had felt Aomine's tongue at his lips, seeking entry, and he had involuntarily opened his mouth to grant the other access.

Immediately Aomine's tongue tangled with his, and they grappled in a fierce battle for dominance as Kagami slowly came back to his senses, and realised that he was kissing Aomine, of all people - that he was kissing his rival, and it rankled to be so easily dominated.

So he had fought back, equally ferocious, and when they had drawn away for air Aomine had uttered a dark chuckle from the back of his throat. "Kagami," he had rumbled, and the sound of his name spoken in that husky, heat-roughened voice had been enough to send Kagami over the edge. He had seized Aomine by the tendrils of his silky dark hair and yanked him close again.

This time the kiss was fiercer, darker, and Kagami could taste the sweet volatile taste that was uniquely Aomine. Heat had sparked through his every nerve, setting him on fire, and when they had separated, Aomine's eyes had been burning like a flame. There was saliva dripping out slowly from the corner of Kagami's mouth, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to wipe it away. He felt as if all the strength in his body had drained out, all the blood flowing to his cock, and he simply had no more energy left to move.

Then -

"I like you," he had blurted out, on the spur of the moment, and had watched the hungry desire in Aomine's eyes blank to shock, and confusion. There had been a moment's pause - then Kagami had turned, and stumbled away, his hand over his eyes, because of course Aomine didn't like him that way, he liked girls after all, didn't he, and now they weren't going to be friends anymore, they weren't going to be able to play basketball together because he'd been such a bloody idiot -

Suddenly, he had felt a tug on his arm, and looked back with wide eyes at Aomine - Aomine, whose eyes were wide as well, and his fingers had been cold. "I like you too," he had said, and the tremble in his usually-suave voice had been enough to convince Kagami.

They had fucked that night, Kagami bent in every possible position under Aomine until his hips shook and the paint on the wall flaked off from the force of their movements. He had woken up the next day with dark, bruised marks all over his neck and chest, and he'd only regretted it once - when he'd turned up for practice slightly late, and Riko had glared accusingly at the obvious hickeys on his pale skin.

Kagami smiled as he recalled the memory. Since then, they had been dating for two weeks, and it had been a wild rollercoaster ride, but he wouldn't have expected any less from a relationship with Aomine. They were like twin flames, the two of them, dancing and burning and raging in unison, setting each other alight and keeping the other aflame. They fought often, and hard, but most times that ended up with Kagami on his back being fucked into the mattress, or Kagami riding Aomine's cock as he screamed, "More!"

Kagami blushed, and checked the last text message from their chat to distract himself - sent an hour ago, asking for permission to come around. Aomine hadn't replied, and so Kagami had taken it as an affirmative response, visiting the nearby konbini to pick up a tub or two of banana ice cream.

He was in a good mood, and was already looking forward to the look of astonishment on Aomine's face as he turned up out of the blue with the other's favourite ice cream flavour in hand. He hummed a soft little tune as he walked along the corridor of the block, counting down the unit numbers until he reached Aomine's. There was a faded Welcome mat on the doorstep, and the door was undecorated, as usual.

Kagami kicked aside a pair of women's high heels which had obviously been misplaced from a neighbour's flat - there weren't any women in Aomine's house, after all, and he barely spared a second to wonder just why they were there - and slipped the spare key out from under the potted plant. "Aomine!" he called out triumphantly, as he entered. "You didn't get my message? I thought I texted you - "

On hindsight, he should have known something was wrong, should've scented the unfamiliar scent of perfume in the air, should've balked at the sound of an unfamiliar woman's laughter in the room beyond, should've wondered why there was an obnoxiously-bright pink bra on the floor. But he had been so naive, so unbelievably stupid and trusting and wholeheartedly in love that he hadn't stopped to think at all.

Of course, at first he hadn't believed his own eyes.

Aomine sat in the middle of the corridor, his head buried in between the breasts of an unfamiliar woman, his shirt off and the woman half-naked. His hand was under her skirt, and hers was on his already-unsheathed cock. She was moaning, high-pitched moans that Kagami would never forget as long as he lived, and he had heard the familiar guttural tones of Aomine's voice whisper dark, sinful promises into her ear that left her gasping for more.

The sight sickened Kagami, and he dropped the bag of ice cream before he could help himself. Aomine and the woman whipped around at the abrupt intrusion, and the woman shrieked.

Aomine didn't react, except for an arched eyebrow, and a mildly-amused upturn of the lips. He didn't move, and stared almost... expectantly at Kagami.

"What the fuck," Kagami said, quietly, although his brain was very near to short-circuiting. "What... the… fuck." This time, the words were edged with a dangerous tone, and he didn't miss the way Aomine's eyes lit up with a matching, mocking glint.

The girl sprang to her feet, her face ablaze with a flush, her mouth already stammering out useless platitudes, excuses, a desire to be somewhere else, but Aomine stretched out a lazy hand, and caught hold of her waist.

"Where you going, sweetheart?" he purred. "We aren't finished, you know."

Although he was speaking to the woman, he had kept his eyes staring deep into Kagami's, this time filled with a challenge, a defiant air, and it had sent bile rushing up Kagami's throat.

"I thought we were dating," Kagami said, his voice strangely calm despite the roaring sea of anger in his chest. "I thought we were together. I thought – I thought that was a promise of loyalty."

Aomine's shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, his lip curving into that familiar sardonic smirk which Kagami had loved so much - which Kagami now hated with a passion. His eyes shuttered almost closed, and his pupils dilated.

"Well, we never said we were exclusive, did we?" he pointed out, his voice dropping an octave, its velvet tones grating strangely over Kagami's ears.

Kagami's voice sounded foreign, distant to him as he spoke again. "I thought that was a given," he said, and this time he couldn't control his emotions any longer. Hurt, and yes, anger - a terrible, boiling fury which threatened to overwhelm him and send a punch flying straight towards Aomine's smug, smirking face - they coloured his voice, sending it shaking and anguished as he spoke. He felt something slide down his cheek, and raised a hand disbelievingly to touch his face - a tear, a large one and it tasted salty as it slipped into the corner of his mouth.

Before he turned and ran, he saw something flash across Aomine's face - something that could have been remorse, something that could have been anger, something that could even have been pain - but he didn't stick around to find out.

Kuroko was the only one he told, and he had never seen Aomine again. It had been his first, his first everything, a whirlwind romance which had been destined from the first to fail spectacularly, and he never wanted a repeat of that again.

"Kagamicchi, are you listening?" Kagami snaps out of his reverie as he realises that Kise's been calling his name repeatedly for the last few moments, waving his hand in front of his face and looking at him in concern. "Kagamicchi, are you okay?" he asks, and the worry in his voice is so evident - and so foreign - that Kagami feels a little bit guilty.

He clears his throat, and nods an assent gruffly. Kagami avoids Kuroko's gaze, already familiar with the sympathy in those ice-blue eyes, and fixes his gaze determinedly on Kise's. "I'm sorry, I just got distracted for a moment," he murmurs, his fingers absent-mindedly tracing the rim of his drink. "You were saying…?"

Kise brightens up immediately, although his eyes are still keen and sharp, searching as they drift over Kagami's face. He chatters on and on about his latest gig, when his manager had mixed up the times and got him into an underwear shoot by accident - and although he hadn't really minded doing something like that, Kurokocchi did get angry if he took on any jobs that involved him being more than half-naked. Kagami laughs at the recount, imagining Kuroko's expression at the time of that incident, and Kise laughs along with him. He then launches into another story of how he'd come home one day, to find a cat in his bed shedding fur all over his Gucci and Prada.

He's in the middle of detailing how the cat had sprung up and fled to the bathroom, accidentally locking itself inside, when Kagami hears it.

A deep, thick laughter, the voice edged with dulcet tones and a hint - just a bare hint - of danger. A voice that spoke to your instincts, a voice that hinted of sinful, dark pleasures had between the sheets, a voice that turned heads and stopped hearts.

Kagami remembers that laughter.

Slowly, inexorably, he turns his head towards the source of that laughter, the dread already burning a hole in his chest. His head feels dizzy, and it feels like there are a thousand mice running rounds around his brain, but outwardly he's strangely calm. His fingers unconsciously grip onto the stem of his glass, and he feels the tension as it threatens to snap under the strength of his fingers. Suddenly, the room feels altogether too stuffy, and the lights are suddenly too bright.

He sees Aomine, just a few seconds before he hears that deep, mocking laughter again, and instantly he regrets every choice he's made up till this moment that's led him here, to this fateful meeting. Because his heart is sprinting at a thousand miles an hour and his breath is coming fast, fast and hard, and he can barely keep himself still.

Instant sparks. That's the only way he can describe the feeling that threatens to overwhelm him as he looks at his old flame, and first love.

Aomine looks just as good as ever, and that's the worst part of it. But as Kagami's eyes roam uncontrollably over the other man's body, he feels heat spark through every nerve in his body, because, if it were even possible, Aomine's gotten a thousand times sexier. There's a mature, seasoned confidence to the way he slouches in his chair, his entire attitude that of I-don't-give-a-damn. The lines of his face are hard and angular, his cheekbones arched and high, and Kagami's other hand clenches involuntarily into a fist as he remembers sliding his own fingers tenderly over those sleek lines, cheekbones so sharp they could kill a man. His eyes are hooded, heavy-kidded, and his mouth - God, his mouth - is curved into that familiar, dark, debauched smirk. And as he throws his head back with another peal of sardonic laughter, his teeth gleam white against the darkness of his skin.

He's just as muscular as ever, and his ass is still as tight. Kagami feels his mouth water involuntarily as he scans the lines of Aomine's body. The suit stretches tight over the thick muscles of his chest, and as Kagami watches, unable to tear his eyes away, one of the three women curled into his side leans forward and slyly slips one of the buttons out. He drops his head and looks at her through half-mast eyes, and his eyes scream a dark promise that sends the girl curving even closer to his side. She presses her breasts against his arm, her cleavage almost spilling out of the collar of her dress. The other two women whine, a high-pitched protest, and one of them places her hand lightly on his crotch. Her chest heaves, and she runs her lips against his jaw. But Kagami only has eyes for the man they're fawning over, and he watches, spellbound, as the collar of the shirt slips open, to reveal one pert, dark nipple.

He swallows, and as he feels the glass stem shatter under his fingers, the spell is broken. Ignoring Kise's shocked titter and Kuroko's sudden worried interjection, he springs to his feet, banging his knee against the counter with a surprisingly-loud clatter, and makes to leave. Kagami feels the stirring of an erection in his pants, and he wants to cry out with anguish and fury - because, really, how is it that Aomine can still affect him so greatly even after so many years, even after he'd seen with his own eyes irrevocable proof of how the other was nothing better than a womanising douche?

One last glance before he goes - and he is frozen, caught like a deer in a hunter's trap.

Aomine, alerted by the sound of his knee banging against the bar, has lifted his eyes towards the source of the commotion - and suddenly they are staring into each other's eyes. Kagami cannot look away, and he watches, the dread unfolding again in his chest as he watches Aomine's eyes darken, melt, glitter, the molten blaze within those dark orbs burning into his very soul.

They stand there, staring at each other for what seems like eternity, and the air is electric. Then Aomine deliberately runs his eyes over Kagami's body, and his tongue flicks out to curve a moist, seductive line over his lips.

Kagami flees, as prey flees predator, ignoring Kise's cry of protest, and he runs out into the cool, crisp air of the night. It had been a mistake, a terrible mistake, he knows that now, because obviously Aomine is still the same selfish bastard he had been all those years ago. Judging by the women hanging off his arm, he hasn't changed his ways at all, and Kagami cursed the fact that he's still surprised.

There's a bitter feeling of vomit rising up in his chest, and it's not from the alcohol. He has to take several deep breaths to steady himself, leaning shakily against the hood of his car while he tries to recover.

Footsteps. He thinks it's Kise, or Kuroko, but then he recognises the deliberate, heavy footfalls - and his heart suddenly calms. Now, he knows this was all inevitable, that their meeting had been fate, and he could never run - that he could never escape Aomine.

"Kagami," he says, and his voice is as thick and deep as ever. The word almost sounds like a gentle caress, but there's a subtle mocking uplift of the last syllable that makes Kagami jerk upright, his eyes blazing.

"Aomine," he growls, and he thanks all the gods in his pantheon that his voice is steady.

Aomine stalks closer, his hips undulating seductively with every step, his hands tucked in his pockets. Kagami realises that another button has been undone, and at the sight of that dark, tanned abdomen, his throat suddenly goes dry. Aomine stops, just shy of him, but close enough that Kagami can feel the heat emanating off his body. His eyes run carelessly over Kagami's body again, and then his mouth curves into that wicked, sinful smirk, the one which had always sent Kagami into a state of restless arousal, and which doesn't fail to do so now.

Then he pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it with a deft flick at the lighter in his other hand, and exhales quietly. The tendrils of smoke waft out of his mouth and into the open air, forming a thin column of smoke into the sky.

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, hasn't it?" he purrs, his voice low and rich. "How've you been?"

The words are out before Kagami can stop himself. "Better off without you," he snaps in return, and instantly curses himself. He sounds like one of those jealous exes one always sees on television (not that he watches those dramas, or at least, not that often) - bitter, jaded, full of fury. He hates that Aomine is the only one who's able to bring out this side of him, the angry, hurting side which seems to lash out at everyone around him.

One of Aomine's sleek eyebrows lifts, and again there's that smug, familiar look in his eyes which makes everyone - Kagami included - want to punch his lights out. "I can see that," he drawls. "You look good, Kagami."

He shifts, and suddenly Kagami can see the hint of a dark mark marring his tan skin, just above his collar, and a wave of revulsion overcomes him. He turns and fishes his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the car and yanking the door open with jerky movements. But Aomine catches hold of him with an iron grip, and refuses to let go.

"Hey now, where you going, sweetheart?" he rumbles, and his voice is pitched so low that the sound thrums through his chest. "We aren't finished, you know."

The echo of those familiar words sends an angry flush to Kagami's cheeks, and he jerks his arm away. He turns furious eyes towards Aomine, and growls, "Damn right we're finished here. We've been finished a long time, Aomine, ever since you fucked a girl while we were dating. I don't want to see you ever again."

He's hindered from further movement by the sudden press of Aomine's lips against his, the sudden hot heavy kiss, and then his hands are pulling viciously at Aomine's dark hair and their tongues are battling a violent duel again. Kagami hates how easily he gives way, but the heady scent of Aomine is like opium to him, and he cannot resist.

Aomine's hands settle on his hips and grip hard, pinching into the muscle – Kagami's sure that there'll be bruises left behind afterwards, but at the same time he welcomes the harsh burn from those fingers digging into his flesh. He twists, bringing Aomine closer to him, their mouths moving against one another's with desperate, painful urgency. Aomine hisses, and he shoves one knee in between Kagami's legs. Kagami utters a bestial growl, low and deep in the back of his throat, as he feels Aomine's knee rub tantalisingly against his burgeoning erection.

When they finally part for air, Kagami is gasping for breath, his hands still buried in the tendrils of Aomine's hair. He looks into Aomine's dark eyes, and fury thrashes through him as he sees the smug satisfaction in those eyes. His gaze drops to this sinful red lips, full and ripe from the exertion of kissing, and suddenly he's painfully hard.

"That doesn't feel like finished to me," Aomine murmurs in his ear, his voice a mocking rumble. "What about we get a room, dissipate some of that sexual frustration, huh? Because this - " He grinds his knee harder against Kagami's cock, and Kagami utters an involuntary, broken whimper, " - tells me you haven't gotten laid any time lately."

Kagami wants to tell him no, tell him to fuck off, because there is no way in hell he's jumping back into bed with the man who broke his heart, but suddenly, he stops, and thinks.

He feels Aomine's hot breath against his neck, feels the undeniable attraction that exists between them, and suddenly he's tired of holding back, of trying to stop himself and repress his sexual desires just so - just so what? It's cutting off his nose to spite his face, really it is, and Aomine's offer sounds as good as it gets.

Besides, he can't deny that Aomine's scent, Aomine's voice, Aomine's very touch gets him more aroused than he's ever been by any other man, so why not make use of that? It's true that he hasn't gotten laid recently, that he's somehow never been in the mood, that he's never really felt quite right, so why not take that tension now a notch with what Aomine's offering?

Besides, it's just a fling, and Aomine's not likely to give anything more. So he grabs Aomine again, and presses their lips together. Aomine utters a soft sound of surprise, then Kagami feels his lips curve in a quiet smirk of triumph, and they're back to fighting a duel of dominance again. His hips slam against his car, and Aomine's hands - with their long, slim, beautiful fingers - dip into the waist of his pants and slide up the smooth surface of his chest. Kagami gasps, a guttural sound, as Aomine's fingers find his nipples and give a harsh tweak.

Kagami's mouth moves away from Aomine's, blindly roving over the expanse of his neck, and when he finds the dark mark left behind, and bites down hard, and sucks. It's only when the entire area turns red that he lifts his lips away, perversely satisfied. He looks into Aomine's eyes, and somehow he knows that the other knows exactly what he's doing.

They grin at each other, feral grins that Kagami knows are one and the same, and for once in a long time - in a long, long time - he feels alive.

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aomine is a huge jerk in this but please, he has his reasons