Rambles: I'm back from hell with a sequel to the AoKaga fic "I finally realized I-"! The music room part has been bugging me. I really wanna try writing an M too. And I thought I should take this chance to write some M. But, I'm sticking to the same writing style, but in Aomine's POV... Oh man, vulgar words to the max alright. Well, no worries. So like me XD Oh, just to get things straight, this story happens quite before the music part. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Yo.

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Do I really have to introduce myself? I mean how many ganguro guys do you know in Japan? I'm that one guy you can see anywhere pulling out a magazine featuring Horikita Mai and flipping its pages. Roll your eyes all you want at my so-called unhealthy hobby because, I'm not the only one reading it at that time. Guys discreetly ogle Mai's body by the corner of their eyes. So, aren't I just the same like any other guy? The only difference is that they don't have enough balls to outwardly expose their nature. Am I wrong?

Simply, I'm a man who loves women. But not just any women...

Women with big boobs.

Yes, all of 'em.

...No, scratch that. All except for one: Momoi. I'd rather scrub the whole basketball court to the point of it shining even brighter than the bald wig Midorima wore for his lucky item than to even try thinking of me and Mo-

Change of topic.

What I'm trying to say is... You guys should know me well. I'm one hell of a basketball player. And...

The only one who can beat me is me.

If you still don't know who I am even after reading those lines, get your ass right down in this court. So, I can beat your ass in my game.

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I will just plainly introduce myself. I'm Aomine Daiki. The same guy I described a while ago that claimed he loves big-breasted women. And now, I'm going to confess something that will contradict whatever I have just said.

I'm currently, unbelievably, in love with a man.

I know what you're thinking. But, I'm not gay. I'm straight...

I'm just contradicting myself again.

The thing is I still do love women. I'm that guy who goes around thinking: Damn, I wanna grab those boobs. But, I don't know now. When I'm with that one certain guy and dozens of women, all I think about is:

Damn. I wanna feel those abs.

Crap. I wanna feel how those lips are on mine.

Fuck. I wanna get inside him.

Shit. I love him.

It's serious. He's the one I think when my phone rings, wishing that message is from him. He's the one I think when I'm up for a basketball game, wishing I can see that playful grin on his face. He's the one I think when I jerk off, wishing he wants me as bad...and he is the only one who can make me think of all this mushy stuff. About love and all that complex shit.

Why do I love him? He doesn't have that pretty-boy-face Kise has and not in the least girly at all. He doesn't have that height Kuroko has that's perfect for me to cradle in my chest. Most importantly, he has a dick. He isn't a woman. But I still fall for his idiocy and bruteness. Falling to his cute gri- I mean, stupid grin. Stupid. Baka.

Bakagami.

Argh..! I have liked women all this time so.. Why a man?! Things has changed since I met him 3 months ago. We aren't dating. But...I just can't seem to stop thinking about his body. His red hair, completely fitting with how he brings himself. Fire red and rage. Hair smelling like...cheeseburger? Chiseled collarbone. Gliding down, his muscular chest and abs. Gliding downwards again...

"I didn't let you stay over to grope me."

A growling voice brings me away from dreamland and back to reality. My hands are both snatched away from sliding down. I reluctantly open my eyes and they meet a field of blood red grass. Supposed grass tickle the inside of my nose. Nghh...Oh.

Yeah. Right. The situation is getting quite clearer now. I'm now lying down on Kagami's bed. My nose in his hair (Well, that explains the grass poking my nose), arms circling his waist and hands nearing his crotch. No, nothing dirty had happened between us. It was just raining a while ago and it's a total drag to go home in soaking wet condition. So, I pretty much forced him to let me stay in for the night. After much pleading (more like bribery of cheeseburgers), he finally gave a reluctant "fine". Since he only had a single narrow bed and no futon or couch for me to sleep on, he childishly drew an invisible line on the middle of the bed with his pointer finger, claimed one side his property and told me harshly to stay in my territory.

Honestly, it was adorable and childish of him.

Somehow, I have moved past the border and embraced him in my sleep. Sleep-groping him. Honestly, I don't wanna let go yet. I mean, when else can I be this close to him? It's already great enough he hasn't punched me on the face or something yet. I lazily and hesitantly move my hands away from him.

"Hrm.. My bad. I thought you were Mai-chan in my dream. She felt very soft under my arms. Can't help it. I'm a guy."

With his back still facing me, he turns his head a bit, enough to look at me in the eye with a frown.

"You were feeling my stomach and you call it soft?"

He reach out to pull my hand towards his stomach area. His stone hard abs.

"See, nothing soft about it. You must be dreaming, Ahomine."

...This guy is unknowingly inviting me to pounce on him. Aomine Daiki, stay calm. Don't get near to any dirty thoughts. Don't think of the idiot's body. Think of boobs. Wait, no, bad idea. Think of bulldozers rolling over...

"And stop poking my ass."

...Okay, it's not working. I'm standing. Damn, I even told myself to not think of anything dirty. Well, at least I should be grateful he is too stupid to not realize anything..

"...But your hands are here..."

...Yet.

Few seconds of silence. The thought has dawned on him. The thought of: There's a freaking erection on my ass.

"Shit!"

Kagami exclaims, abruptly sitting up and cornering himself against the wall. In the midst of those movements, the quilt is dragged with him, revealing the slight bulge on my sweatpants. His eyes widen at the sight. I guess he isn't as stupid as I thought. But.. I'm kind of hurt from his reaction. Does he have to move further away from me? I sigh at the thought, then sit up, pulling up the blanket to hide the erection. With a hand scratching the back of my head in fake frustration, I put on a bored face.

"What can I do? Mai-chan was just right in front of me. As a guy, it's normal to have this kind of reaction."

Yeah, Mai is in front of me now.

"But-!"

He cut his line short, looking for words to say. Then, he closes his mouth again. Another moment, he opens. Then, closes again. I suppress my snort at how much he reminds me of a fish. There is nothing he can say against me. After all, he's a guy too. Of course, he understands. Anyway, I've got to do something about this one part of my body. If I stay this way around him, I'm sure he will freak out. A horny guy is sleeping just beside him would make him feel insecure. And also, it isn't good for me to be in this way around him. I might really pounce on him.

"Mind lending me your bathroom? Gonna take care of my business."

Kagami's eyes widen.

"You're going to fucking jerk off in my bathroom?!"

He shouts in disbelief with reddened face. Red in anger, disbelief or shyness. I don't care what kind of red it is. But, I know that very face is adorable. And I can't stop myself but tease him. Almost without thinking, I remove the blanket away from my crotch. I scoot myself towards Kagami and put one hand on the wall, an inch away from his face. I lean in closer and with a husky voice, I whisper.

"Or would you like to take care of it?"

Red eyes stare into my blue-black ones in shock at my words. I realize how close our faces are. If I lean in just three centimetres more, our lips will collide. Hell I think he knows the situation we have now too.

Kagami's eyes lower to avoid my gaze and they accidentally come across the tent in my sweatpants. Red blush crosses over his cheeks. And damn. Half-lidded eyes, half-open mouth and reddened cheeks. Is this some image my eyes have filtered with the make-kagami-hot-in-my-vision-filter? Because shit, this sight isn't helping this situation at all, but just making me want to kiss him...Can I?

It has been like seconds since I said that line. He hasn't pushed or shoved me away yet. Any guy would now. What kind of guy lets another guy within this range? ...A guy that is also interested with the other guy.

...I'm going to kiss him.

"Aaarghh!"

Before I could even close the gap between our lips, I have somehow tumbled out of the bed with a painful throb in my stomach. For a second, I thought the little blue-haired devil jabbed me in the ribs.

"Fine! Just get to the bathroom already!"

I look up to find Kagami with taut eyebrows and still red cheeks. His leg hanging in the air and I realize what just happened. That red-headed idiot just kicked me out of bed. He kicked ME out.

"The only one who can kick me out is only me!"

"I don't the hell care about your motto, just go, Ahomine!"

Kagami shouts and rolls himself under the blanket like a cocoon before I could say anything back at him. I sigh loudly. The urge of snatching that blanket away and straddling him almost overcomes me, but... I look down at my southern region. ...In this state, I don't think I will be able to control myself. I stand up, feeling a slight pain somewhere in my stomach. Damn, that idiot... Just you wait, Kagami. After taking care of this bulge, I'm going to kick your ass out of the bed.

I never know it until moments ago, but relieving yourself and thinking of that person, while 'that person' is just a door away, could feel so..uncontrollable. I kept on thinking: "Why the hell should I do it myself when that very guy is beyond this door?!" It's such an irony. You're holding back and at the same time releasing yourself. And it's something I don't want to experience again. I almost barged my way through that door and raped him. And for a horny pervert like me, that's a job well done.

Now that I'm done taking care of my business...

Watch out, Kagami.

No one can get away from kicking me out except for me. And double the price for making me suffer while jerking off. I can feel myself smirking. Once I open this door, I'm gonna make him pay. Big time.

I turn the knob of the bathroom door.

"BAKAGami.."

My voice die down once I see him. Any plans of shoving him out of the bed and sitting on him to the point of suffocation are all gone.

How could I do that to him when he's in such a state?

His cocooned blanket has been tossed away and his arms sprawl around the bed. Eyes closed and his freaky eyebrows look especially normal without his frown. Peaceful. The last thing you'd want to do to him is disturb him. But, that isn't something easy to accomplish with that distraction.

That distraction.

A sliver of skin can be visibly seen between his shirt and pants. His navel and abs shown freely for public display. I feel myself swallowing. Not a good sign. I inhale deeply. Exhale... Okay, only one way.

I sit down on my so-called territory that has been trespassed by the idiot. With both hands, I pull his shirt down, hiding half of his visible stomach.

"Nghh..."

Kagami grumbles. Shit, I think I brushed my fingers a bit on his abs. No, I didn't do it on purpose... Okay, fine! Maybe I did feel a bit...

...Shit.

This situation is worse.

10 times worse. No. Make it 50.

He hasn't woken up. And I need him to be conscious now. Right now.

After his grumbling, he dragged himself upwards, pulling down his shirt. Which is good. His stomach, abs and navel are hidden now. But...At the same time, another thing pulled downwards.

His pants.

Now riding low on his waist. His V shape clearly seen. Crap, not only his pants, his boxers too.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Aomine, keep calm. This is simple. Just grab that blanket and cover him.

"Mnn..."

...God loves me. No, God is trying to punish me. Kagami has moved. He has shifted closer to me, snuggling on my lap. This situation can't be any worse.

"Ngh.. Aho...Mnngh.."

...It has become worse.

No, no, no. Think rationally. He might be calling someone else Aho. Someone else...

"Ahomine!"

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...Bathroom.

Now.

3 months since we met. 3 months since I've fallen for you. And even if we're like this, we're not dating...

Yet.

Rambles: Oh. Wow. I didn't know Aomine was as perverted as me. Actually, I cut down some of my perverse-ness. And maybe cut down a whole lot of Aomine's perverse-ness too. The ending sucks. Like really. This is more of a chapter to show how Aomine feels for Bakagami now. And... The next one maybe the music room? Hm...Or maybe some more random stuff... Well... I hope you guys enjoyed it! And any comments of some out-of-characterization mistakes? And how the story is progressing so far? Like so far so good? Or damnnnn meganeeee, you should add more spiceeeeee. Honestly...I don't really know what to do. This is my first M ._. Stop rambling, Megane. Now. Stop your fingers from typing.