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WN: My love for this couple has inspired me to write. Other than that, I'm new and an amateur at writing, as well as to this site. Thank you for giving my story a chance. It was beta but I am sure there are still errors. I appreciate all feedback. Again, thank you and have a good read. *Bows*

Disclaimer: Aomine and Kise belong together. The great Kuroko no Basket and its characters belong to Tadatoshi Fujimaki.

Let it begin.

With sleep residue still lingers on his eyelids, Aomine lets out a sluggish yawn along with something like "why does school have to start so early?! I'm so tired. I could still use some more sleep …" – a complaint – as a way to start the day. Mornings, as always, are indisputably dreadful even with the birds singing, the spring breeze, and the great blue sky.

"Well, you did stay for practice until really late last night and I bet you didn't get enough sleep either – but not because of the basketball practice of course!" The accusation comes from the girl skipping on her heels a few steps ahead of him – none other than Momoi. She makes a quick sprint toward Aomine who is dragging behind. With her head leans close to his ear, her voice reduced to a low, mischievous whisper: "You were reading porn last night weren't you?!" – And she breaks into a crispy giggle at that.

"… Ah!? Indeed -" he admits, straight-faced. After all, what's the point in denying when he had, more than often, boldly and openly looked at more than one of those kinky magazines with real curvy girls in bikini or in rather revealing, provocative clothes. Heck! He had, with all seriousness, even tried to estimate Momoi's three measurements as if considering it's a profession.

With disapproving tone – "Dai-chan has grown into such a pervert! How? Why!?"

"Pipe down, will ya?! It's still too early …" two can ask the same questions really. He, himself isn't sure the reason why he has such a hobby either – is it because he's a "healthy, young man with raging testosterone hormone" or just a "really, really curious fella" – well, nevertheless he's looking at them and that's that.

"Dai-chan, you should -" fortunately, whatever comes next is interrupted by the crowd just ahead of them, in front of Teikou Middle School. They are mostly girls, crowding, squealing on top of their lungs … early in the morning.

"Satsuki – no matter what day of the month you're on, try not to act like that – ever", he casually lets out with an indifferent face while Momoi throws a scowl at him in return; but the girl's short span of attention is easily distracted by the crowd again. From afar, she faintly hears them ask for someone's autograph, something about taking pictures together, asking what's his type. She wasn't anymore surprise by the commotion once its target, who was partly blocked by the school gate, is identified.

"Oh, isn't he an eye-candy!? From what I know, he's in the same year as us, making decent grades, an all-round athlete, and a model." She lists proudly as if knowing the person inside out.

"So … this is what you use it for?! Information gathering specialist is exploiting people's lives …" He remarks while striding closer and closer to the school gate towards the enthusiastic crowd.

Momoi puffs her cheeks, underlining that she feels offended at that. Keeping close to his side and in a whispering voice as if to keep a low profile, she rebuts – "It's not just me! All the girls in the school, and other schools, know – the guys too! I mean he features in magazines – he stands out like nothing else!"

There are truths in what Momoi says. After all, this is not the first time they witness girls coo-cooing over him. How many times had Aomine not been able to help but steal glances at the guy, even as he's walking past them now? Looking at the blond from the corners of his eyes and he has to admit that he does have outstanding features – that contagious smile, that voice, his earrings – flashy but not an eyesore – and … especially those eyes! He feels himself getting vexed as he notices that fella – the only fella – more and more by the moment. It's just something different and rare – as in the only time he notices a guy – and himself overreacting only because he has been looking at girls since the beginning of time so he can't quite identify what changes? His reasons are interrupted when Momoi leans in again just to whisper – "oh, and his name is -"

"I know, I know. It's hard to miss!" It's Aomine's turn to interrupt since knowing her it can be long.

"It's Kise – kun! Kise – kun …"

The girls, most likely his fans, are literally screaming. Really, how could anyone miss!?

"Hurry, Satsuki. Otherwise we'll be late for class and will defeat the purpose of waking up on time." With that he hopes to shake the image of the guy out of his mind and he quickens his steps urging Momoi to run after.

…

A day without playing basketball is an incomplete day to Aomine. Practice among his teammates really gets him going – it's the routine that makes his day. He gets to play with some really strong basketball players – like Midorima, Akashi, Murasakibara – with unique personalities to boot, or he feels just as great to be sort of an acting mentor to, someone who could use more or less help – Kuroko. As much as he enjoys basketball, he seems slightly distracted today, too – probably because the image of a certain blond keeps appearing in his head these days. He lets out a heavy sigh and roughly wipes his face full of sweat, partly hoping to wipe off the invisible mental fatigue as well.

If he could just know exactly what is it that he want with the guy, then he would go and settle it. However, it's a guy – what could he possibly want with a guy that doesn't even play basketball?! Maybe typical wresting, bonding between friends, but it's not like he doesn't have enough friends in the basketball club. An eyebrow of his raises and his jaw drops at his own speculation. He's feeling more baffled than ever. He has never been this stumped since he was never one to be too involved outside of basketball. And when it comes to basketball, his every move is precise and carried out with absolute confidence. And so what is … 'this' now?

Oh, will you look at that?! Speaking of the devil – the blond devil that has been on his mind, stirring his insides up – has the audacity to look bored. This school can be so small sometimes, either that or Aomine is really self-conscious to his presence. He can see him out of the corners of his eyes, over his right shoulder, through the big glass window with hands in his pant pockets, lips slightly frowned, and brows lightly knit. The blond walks just adjacent to the basketball club… without a care in the world. For once, the blond is actually alone with no fan-girls around.

Aomine grits his front teeth together which promptly turns into a wicked smirk.

With smooth, steady movements he dribbles the ball and with the slightest touch … he shoots it at the blonde's head!

The ball hits its intended target precisely by the back of the blonde's head. It instantly knocks the blond out of his ennui. He jolts but recovers quickly and rubs his head, making a rather … cute mess of disarrayed bright yellow strands of hair. He lets out a soft squeak "ouch …!" as he turns around to look for the person responsible.

Aomine finds himself trying hard to suppress a ridiculously huge grin that threatens to sneak up his already amused face. Gosh! He can be so childish – he thinks so at his own action. He wants payback for – indirectly – distracting him these days. However, the result is rather unexpected.

Playing it cool, he walks toward and meets the blond halfway.

"Sorry. My … If it isn't the famous and popular Kise – kun! And you're alone." It's really unlike him to talk too much but … there's this illuminating blissful feeling in being able to talk to him for the first time and calling his name. The feeling somehow relieving enough that he doesn't seem to concern if he happens to make a fool out of himself. After all, he wasn't exactly himself these last few days anyway.

On the contrary, the blond doesn't seem appreciative of being teased.

"So what?" The blond snaps back while passing the ball. Ooh feisty! Aomine chuckles.

"Nothing in particular … but if you have got nothing to do, feel free to come watch our basketball practice game!" Aomine voices the invitation before he even thinks about it. He feels somewhat frantic and eager. What's he trying?

"… " the blond had never considered that before. His curiosity is actually piqued as he stares at Aomine wide-eyed, in all genuine and Aomine likes the look of that expression.

"Hey, I gotta get back to practice. You should think about it!" With that he turns on his toes, dribbles the ball, and runs back inside the gym so smoothly leaving the blond behind looking in awe. Without wasting any time, the blond finds himself trailing closer to the basketball club. A pure admiring expression plasters across his face. If he did think nothing much of Aomine but a sassy guy then that's all changed now.

Aomine, along with some other regular members are going at it. The energy is intense. Everyone watching is cheering. Aomine, as always, with his over the top moves is bringing the members' excitement to a whole new level.

The blond is enthralled. For the first time, he thinks he couldn't imitate such awesomeness. And if this is just a practice session, then the real game -?!

Aomine takes notice of the blond, standing just by the entrance in bewilderment. Again, he's happy to see the blond again – without the fan-girls – and that he has indeed took Aomine's invitation.

"Do you need something? … You can audit the practice if you want to see it up clo-" He loses his chance to finish as the manager suddenly hovers over him.

"What's up, Dai-chan? Why are you stopping - Oh Kise – kun, right?! Would you like to join our club?"

"C-can I?!"

"Of course!" Both Aomine and Momoi exclaimed, though Momoi paused a moment to look at the strange Aomine next to her.

Aomine is unbelievably happy for some unknown reason and Momoi looks like she has plans for this newbie. And the blond is just ecstatic for the challenge he can feel that will come in the near future.

…

It has only been a little over a week but the blond is doing outstandingly well – in more than one way. He gets along with the club members, he's eager to learn, is a fast learner, and people enjoy watching his play. Even Midorima had, in words, acknowledged his growing speed.

Well, it's not unbelievable really. He had all the requirements to succeed. He had the physique for it – as an all-round athlete – and more importantly, he loves basketball!

Even so, he's practicing hard every day. Like today too, he has been asking Aomine to practice with him. Practice with Aomine is just so much fun - the guy loves basketball so much that his energy pulls the blond in more and more. Not to mention, no matter how many times the blond has seen his play he still hasn't yet been able to mimic and the blond is not one to give up easily.

Aomine is in his best today. Quickly and accurately, he steals the ball right from under his opponent and scores the basket. "Aw … another one! Once more!" the blond yelps, refusing to give up.

"… After I get some water." Actually, Aomine should stop for today. He just had an intense game with a rival school this morning and even though practice ended earlier than usual, he still feels somewhat tired just like the rest of the team. However, Aomine can't help but servicing since … he has been able to fully concentrate on basketball again – with the blond around. He feels happy getting chased by the blond. Actually, that's part of the reasons he keeps coming up with extreme moves these days – to escalate the blonde's interest. Of course, the rest of the reasons are simply enjoy playing basketball and to win.

"Ah. Wait for me! I wanna come too, Aomine-cchi." Aomine's responded by walking slowly until the blond catches up to him on his toes.

In no time, they reach the drinking fountains at the outdoor area. There are six fountains in a row just under the trees' shadows. Being in the middle of spring is great because the days are longer than nights. The evening sun still shines its last rays. With the great breeze, it simply feels refreshing. Aomine occupies the first fountain and the blond takes the one next to it. Both begin gulping big sips of cool water.

Aomine occasionally stops to catch his breath and conveniently looks over the blond who now has his head under running fountain.

"Are you exhausted? It's quite late." Aomine throws the blond a concerned look as he speaks.

The blond pulls his head out from the water and shakes it lightly. He breathes out raggedly - "Wahh … maybe?! But I wanna get better to play along the regulars – then all exhaustion will be worth it. Besides, I really enjoy playing with Aomine-cchi!" And his grin grows from ear to ear.

Wow! Aomine couldn't blink but stares wide-eyed. What's up with that?! He's just suddenly becoming very – more – alluring. His wet blond hair – did the sun make it shine? His face – such a gentle, loving expression plastered over it! His eyes … right! Those eyes caught Aomine at first sight and effectively got him trapped. Those are witty cat eyes with lashes run long and neatly laying at ends of his eyes. That high nose bridge and supple cheeks colored by a rosy skin tone. He envies those droplets of water that sitting comfortably on those plump lips.

Hypnotized by the sight in front of him, he can't help but reach his hand out to those lips … with the intention to dab those droplets of water off those striking lips. He places his thumb at the corner of the lower lip and gently slides it to the middle… wiping the existence of the water. The blond finds himself not repulsive to the touch but gazes at the muscular, tanned man in front of him nonetheless.

The blond jolts when another hand comes up to fit the back of his head gently and before he can ask anything, a pair of – really soft – lips seal his own.

Aomine, himself doesn't anticipate to kiss Kise. It's merely on impulse that he did and once his lips make contact he plans it to be the smallest kiss with the lightest touch, to be as gentle and smooth as he possibly can – to not scare the blond anymore than he thinks he already has – and yet he finds himself sucking onto those lips harder and harder, more greedy by the second. Then his tongue moves to entangle and suck the other's.

"Daiki?!" The kiss broke at the sound of someone calling his name from the distant. Kise brings his fingers to those slightly swollen lips and his face was all flustered, dabbed by a more intense rosiness than the rest of his skin tone. This vulnerable Kise is … the first time Aomine witnessed this and he definitely doesn't want to share the sight with anyone. He turns his back to Kise and faces Akashi's coming up from behind him.

"You two, go home. It's almost school closing hour." Akashi naturally gives order.

While Aomine's still trying to figure out how to veer Akashi's attention – which is pretty much impossible – Kise from behind reacts rather quickly. He gives a quick formal bow, promptly voicing his leaving – "Yes, captain! Have a good night." Aomine turns around just in time to see Kise sprints on his toes.

Aomine would lose if the boy would maintain the same speed on the basketball court. Damn, don't just leave like that. He wanted to get them alone, to sort out his feelings these days – and more importantly – he wants to explain the kiss. Kise is out of sight now, not to mention Akashi –

"Daiki, as strong as you are, you must take proper rest. If the tow on your body accumulates and affects your play, I will switch you from the regular position." Akashi speaks with full of authority in his voice … while composedly looking at Aomine nonetheless.

Aomine lets out a weary sigh. He supposes it won't be too late to take one night to think about it – thoroughly perhaps – before confronting him again. And Akashi has a point too – "Sorry, sorry. I will take better care." – They both walk toward the locker room, preparing to head home.

…

He couldn't sleep a wink last night but he doesn't have the time to be tired. He was tossing and turning, trying to figure 'things' out and got … nothing concluded. As expected, thinking is not like him, not his forte. However, he feels that if he could just stand in front of Kise, he will know what to do, what to say … what he wants. And so where's the boy in the solution – he has been looking since he got to school this morning.

It's not hard to find the classroom of a model really, even for Aomine, but the blond is nowhere to be found. Aomine couldn't help but feel anxious. Actually, he doesn't know what to feel exactly. He just knows he can't stay calm or concentrate on anything. The blond is the only thing occupying his mind … and a little portion of basketball. And he knows he's going to lose it real soon if he doesn't see the blond.

…

All that time spent and no success in finding the blond, he won't give up, but could it be that Kise is just absent today for some personal reasons?! Oh, he hates to have to guess. He decides that he will do some more searching or asking after practice. Or for the love of basketball, Kise will show up despite all, is what he hopes.

Good thing Akashi is not here today or Aomine would be cooked … or cut?! He is passed by some second string players. His play is sloppy. He's faltering in his usually strong moves. Well, he does have his eyes at the entrance and mind on a certain blond … not cloud.

Well, at least something pays off. He doesn't miss the moment when Kise walks in when practice is half over. He is the first to spot Kise through the entrance and he wastes not a second more. He bounces the ball to a member who happens to stand close to him.

He dashes quickly, taking long steps toward the blond and grabs him by the elbow, dragging him after – shocking the blond.

"What's wrong, Aomine-cchi?! Slow down a bit please…" Kise pleads frantically.

"Almost there" is Aomine's quick reply.

Everything is going to be solved today and no one is going to interrupt them. The school at this hour is rather empty. There are some distant noises echoing from some other clubs practicing in the gym and field area. He takes Kise to the roof-top away from all human distractions, not forgetting to shut the door behind them. As to be sure, they walk to the other side, away from the door when suddenly Aomine spins around and places the other hand on Kise's other shoulder and pushes him against the wall.

"Where have you been?" His tone is dangerous and his expression is grim.

Though Kise's heart beat picks up a notch – trying to stay calm – his arms lithe around Aomine's strong grips that are hurting him. "I was at a studio for a modeling shoot. It ran later than I thought so I let the captain know about it already… what's wrong, Aomine-cchi?"

At that, Aomine's expression softens slightly; those tight grips also loosen a little.

"So you weren't avoiding me…" he asks, his voice is low and tentative.

The blond averts his eyes and looks down to the left at an angle further away from Aomine before he answers.

"… Not exactly…" the grips that were loosened temporary are now tightened again. Kise is shaken lightly forcing him to look up, into Aomine's intense dark-blue orbs.

"So kind of?!" Batting his eyes, his voice grows deeper.

His voice suddenly becomes desperate and almost whispering again. Aomine shakes off the hand that was on his – didn't even notice it was there – and places on that soft, plump cheek. "You don't like it … when I touch you?" His big palm covers Kise's ear, and fingers digging into his hair … stroking ever so gently.

"That's not the case!" Kise exclaims equally desperate. His hand - that was shaken off - moves to hold onto the shirt near Aomine's chest.

"Then what?" Aomine can't help but scowl, for his patience has been tested for way too long.

"…"

Kise exhales despairingly, lowering his head a little.

"I can't read your mind, Kise." Aomine persists.

At the sound of his name in that deep and gentle voice, Kise stifled a sob. He closes his eyes for a short while and when he opens them again – "Fine I'll tell you! Isn't there something you should tell me?! Like why you did what you did?" He sounds so emotional – like he would burst.

"What I … did?!" Confusion traces Aomine's face. The things he did … had his stares been that obvious, or playing basketball with him every day actually a bo-

"You! You... have the audacity to ask what you did?! You did things to me that got me all riled up like never before and no one else -!" - Almost screaming now.

Aomine stares wide-eyed not because he doesn't catch on yet –

"Why was the k-kiss?" Kise finishes, slanting his head hoping to not look Aomine in the eyes, cheeks turning crimson, embarrassed that he actually voiced his question.

Kise jolts slightly and stays tense when Aomine pulls him closer, muscular arms wrap around tightly. Aomine kisses Kise's hair roughly and hungrily. He leans and kisses Kise's ear gently and slowly. His warm breath makes Kise gasp.

He whispers low in Kise's ear –

"You'll be punished so bad but for now listen carefully! All thoughts summed up to none but I like you, I want you." Aomine pulls back and lifts Kise by his chin until bewildered yellow orbs meet unwavering blue orbs.

"Will you be mine, Ryouta?" Aomine's gaze fixed on the blonde's face observing carefully. It takes everything he has to hold back a sob. It doesn't look like he will be able to say anything for a while, so Aomine carries on -

"If you're against it then speak up now … but if you agree then bring those lips closer …"

Aomine feels somewhat relieved for being able to get at least that much out and is now fully anticipating Kise's reaction. For the first time, he feels Kise relaxing a little. Eyes still locked, Kise's back slowly lifts off the wall, lips trembling closer to Aomines' in complete quietness.

With that, Aomine's desire overflows. He returns the kiss passionately, making Kise's trembling kiss become heated, and along with it sweeps away the uncertainties the both of them have ever had.

He wants Kise so much that he's unable to take it slow. He begins sucking hard on those slightly parted lips until his tongue finds its way into Kise's warm mouth. Their tongues tangle, wrapping around each other, making Kise's breathing difficult. Aomine unconsciously dominates the kiss with his natural fast pace that leaves Kise following behind, like always before. Kise's mouth has becomes slacken from Aomine's demanding entrance.

Kise chokes a moan into Aomine's mouth and the warm breath heightens Aomine's sense of pleasure … making him more aware of his growing desire. His hand reaches under Kise's school uniform and gently rubs his toned chest, making Kise more suffocated by the overwhelming pleasure. His legs give out and he slides against the wall. Without fail Aomine's knee comes up, rubbing against his inner thighs and crotch, enhancing his arousal and supporting his weight. Kise is surprisingly sensitive. He's already rock hard just from the kiss. It must be throbbing because his certainly is.

Aomine's other hand efficiently unbuckles Kise's belt, and reaching deeper for the ultimate target. The warm hand takes hold of the already wet arousal … stroking, exploring, and … teasing. His long fingers slide along Kise's length whilst his index finger is nudging his balls. When Aomine's hand turns swiftly and his thumb gently pressed on the cleft of his cock, Kise has completely lost it. His head bumps slightly and stays rested on Aomine's broad chest, hands holding tightly to Aomine's shirt for extra support. His cheeks flushed, eyes flutter struggling to keep them open, sweet saliva dripping from his spasms and Aomine laps in to lick the sweet trail that is dripping down his chin. Kise is so close to his release but Aomine won't allow it.

Aomine quickly takes off Kise's sweater, sets it on the floor, and rests the blond on it. Aomine's fingers stroke the damp blond hair away from his forehead covering his fluttering eyes. As his sight moves down, he gives the blond a gentle kiss on his cheekbone and conveniently undoes his shirt exposing the pale chest. Down further, his arousal is completely exposed, mounting, and thick pre-cum dripping down to his ass. My … what a sight! Aomine places a teasing finger at the tip of Kise's cock, rubbing against gently while the other hand spreads Kise's legs further apart. He can't help but lift that long, silky leg up to his mouth and suck a spot on the inner thigh, hard enough to leave an adorable mark, a hickey!

"… Become mine now, Ryouta." Aomine's whisper sets up anticipation for the event that is about to come real soon.

Aomine's moist finger moves from the cock to his entrance – already damped with pre-cum – caressing, preparing before that finger enters the warm inside. Another finger went in smoothly – it should. After all, Aomine is taking it real slow and is preparing Kise thoroughly. He wants their first to be pleasant and memorable. He doesn't want to hurt Kise. Now a third finger is stretching it.

"Ugh … enough already …" Kise's pulls Aomine hand out from his ass and pulls Aomine closer by his hips… begging. That was more than enough encouragement; Aomine quickly situated his own prominent arousal at the entrance. Slowly, he gets the tip in first.

"… Breathe, Ryouta." Kise is a little perplexed by the sudden order but did it anyway. And when he does, he knows why he should be.

Aomine rams his big dick, full size into Kise. Kise is completely taken aback; he arches his back against the sudden pleasure that shoots up from his groin to his abdomen and throws his head back. He is filled to the rim. Aomine is happy with Kise's reaction and pleasured expression. Aomine, himself is also having trouble containing his release. It's so hot and tight inside Kise. He thrusts hard and fast to the core continuously… they both let out inaudible gasps.

"Mm … ah! I'm… so close" and Kise takes hold of his scorching arousal along its length, but Aomine squeezes the tip.

"Ha … Just a little longer … together." Kise arms reach out to hold Aomine, his long legs wrap around his hips. A few more vigorous thrusts and the both find themselves at rope's-ends.

Sensesing it coming, Kise pleads – "please come inside." And that was all it took to shatter Aomine's endurance. He spurts heavy loads deep inside Kise … he grinds his dick along the thick fluid against Kise's inside, drawing out the pleasure, and making Kise sighs in contentment.

…

Aomine finishes cleaning and redressing Kise. Situating the blond in his arms, they rest comfortably. The spring breeze is doing them a favor blowing gently.

"Take a nap. You've had a long day" and Aomine kisses his left back-head lobe gently.

"… Mm" and Kise dozes off in languor. The boy must be tired. He recognizes the same bags under Kise' eyes, the same as his own.

Besides basketball, he has never felt as satisfied in anything else as he is now. The earlier release is satisfying in more than one way. It endorse that Kise is his. The thought makes his heart flutter.

Another gentle kiss on that buttery hair … "Love you …" he whispers low and lovingly before he also snoozes off...