Sleepovers

A/N I feel like too much of a lurker to write nothing all of the time. This started out as a small fic but it just kept growing. I'd like to continue it if you'll all support me with it. Enjoy! And Happy New Year!

Kagami kicked at the pebbles under his feet. He'd failed his exams. Again.

The coach had ranted and raved, even as Kiyoshi tried to calm her to some semblance of rational thought, and he'd been temporarily banned from the club until further notice. He'd stormed out of the gym in a rage, and wandered his way through the streets for over an hour.

His eyes fell on a basketball court. It didn't look anything like one of the cemented and maintained courts in and around the sports arenas, nor did it have the smooth wooden floors of a gym. It was shabby, matted with the gravel and tar surface one might find besides an elementary school oval. Even the wire fencing surrounding it was old and worn, and Kagami had to duck to avoid knocking his head against the sharp barbs that protruded from the top edge of the entrance.

He shrugged his bag to the ground, and squatted. He proceeded to unzip it and rummage through a large mass of homework, pulling out a small, worn basketball. He spun it in his hands and bounced it a few times. Jumping to his feet, he raced towards one of the two small hoops on the court, smashing it in with little effort.

His heart soared at the feeling of the ball in his hands, and he dribbled it up and down the court, performing layup after layup, jump after jump, until he fell to his knees from exhaustion.

Finally, he looked up. A horizon of deep blue and reds met his gaze. How long had he been playing, he wondered. Actually, now looking around the courts and seeing the foreign stores and houses, he wondered if he was anywhere that he knew. He swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in his throat and stood, grabbing his ball, bag and discarded jacket from the ground.

He walked down the street slowly, trying to establish some semblance of location. He tried looking through shop windows, but many were darkened, and he couldn't make out a clock or street name from the jumble of blurred kanji on the walls. Had he been smarter he might've tried to find the opening hours of a closed shop, but that was apparently beyond a panicked Kagami, and he walked on, heading into what looked to be a residential area much alike his own.

The further he headed, the fewer the signs of both life and directions, it seemed. He hadn't seen a person for several streets now, and once more he wondered how late it had gotten to be while he was playing.

He considered knocking on one of the houses on the area, but decided that wouldn't be a good idea. He knew he was no Girl Scout, and perhaps the notion of giving a large, intimidating looking teen asking for directions might be hard to grasp for many of the residents, so he decided it would be much better that he made his way on his own.

But as time passed, the ache of walking began to nag at him, reminding him of how little sleep he'd gotten the night before, head buried in a Japanese textbook trying to decipher the incorrigible phrases. The night had quickly taken hold, and the autumn months were not particularly warm in Japan. Kagami pulled his school beater more tightly around him, and continued on his way, wherever that way was headed.

The only light now came from street lamps. When they weren't within sight, he relied on the dimly lit houses to guide his way. He rounded a corner, and saw, well rather, he didn't see, for the lack of lamps lining the street. He would have simply continued on his way, had the sheer stupidity of what he was doing not taken that moment to strike him.

He was trying to find his way home in the dark. In Tokyo. In his mind, he could see Kuroko and Tatsuya frowning in disapproval. His eyes flickered to a house to his left, perhaps fifty meters from where he stood. The porch light was on, providing a steady stream of light for Kagami to make his way over without stumbling over himself more than once.

He reached the porch, and gingerly pressed the doorbell. Inside, he heard shuffling and a muffled shout. There was more shuffling, though it sounded much more like stomping than anything, and the door opened abruptly.

"What do you want? It's late-!" The horrifyingly-familiar voice broke off.

The two stared at each other.

"You!" they both gasped abruptly.

Standing on the warm doorway was none other than his arch rival, Aomine Daiki, looking not-so-intimidating in his plaid blue pyjama shorts and captioned tank top. His surprised look soon settled back into his constant snarky frown.

"What the fuck're you doing here?" he shouted.

Kagami scoffed at him. "Just going for a nightly stroll, Ahomine, what does it look like to you?"

"You little shit..." Aomine growled.

At that moment a voice rang from the kitchen. "What's all the yelling about? Who is it Daiki? Is it Momoi?"

"No one important mum!" Aomine shouted back.

Kagami snickered.

"Got a problem, Bakagami?" Aomine growled.

"Never thought I'd hear you call anyone mum is all."

Aomine narrowed his eyes, and Kagami, not being one to back down, opened his mouth to finish what he'd started, when a head poked into the hallway and a middle aged woman made her way into the entry way.

"Who's this, Daiki?" she asked again. It was the same voice from earlier. Aomine's mother, Kagami realised.

Aomine sighed irritably. "Just an idiot- ow!"

His mother smacked him upon the head sharply. "Mind your tongue." She turned to the redhead on the porch. "You are?" she smiled sweetly at him.

Blinking at the stark contrast, Kagami held out his hand. "Kagami Taiga ma'am. An... Acquaintance of your son."

She took his hand in her own, and her hand burned against his. It was then Kagami noticed how cold he felt, and couldn't suppress a shiver. Being the observant motherly figure that she was, the motherly woman frowned.

"Call me Kaya. You look rather cold. How long have you been out there? Actually, why were you outside? Our district was issued with a curfew for anyone below the age of twenty earlier this week."

"I walked here from my school, actually. I'm not too sure what the time is, so I can't tell you." Kagami rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Bakagami," Aomine rasped. "Don't you go to Seirin? As in, the school that's at least 30km from here, right across town?"

Kagami stiffened in offence. "Don't call me stupid. Where is here, anyway?"

"East Tokyo."

"Uwaaaaaah!" Kagami cried.

Aomine laughed, and Kagami shot him a glare. Kaya quickly stepped in-between the two before anything broke out.

"Come inside," she smiled. "You look frozen."

Ignoring her son's protests, she took a hold of a cold forearm and dragged Kagami inside and into the living room, calling for Daiki to shut the door. Kagami soon found himself squished into one end of a small couch, nestled in blankets to his ears. When Aomine finally wandered his way into the room, he erupted into maniacal laughter, which only served to anger the redhead. Soon Kagami was out of his blankets, hand fisted in Aomine's shirt.

Aomine had a shit eating grin stretched across his face, but before anything could happen, Kagami let out a violent sneeze and his body forcibly shivered. Aomine stared at him for a moment before shoving him back into the couch.

"Mum'd have a fit if she thought you'd caught a cold," he explained, and exited the room silently.

"Whatever," Kagami mumbled. He soon snuggled back into the blankets comfortably anyway.

Aomine's mum appeared in the room soon after that, asking if Kagami would like something to eat. As much as Kagami would have liked to decline, his stomach had stabbed him uncomfortably in reminder, and he'd asked politely if he could have a little of their leftovers. Soon he was reclined on the sofa, slurping happily from a bowl of stew.

He took the dish to the kitchen and offered to wash up, but was shoved rather forcefully out of the kitchen. 'This is a wife's job,' she had explained airily, and Kagami dared not disagree with her for fear of being removed from the warm couch where he had made himself home.

He found himself reading through his textbooks to pass the time, before Kaya again appeared in the doorway.

"Do you need to contact your parents?" She asked with a smile.

Kagami shook his head. "I live by myself," he explained.

She gasped in surprise. "You're Daiki's age aren't you? That's quite a surprise."

"Well, I'm certainly not having you walk home tonight at this hour. You can stay here. It's a Friday, anyway."

Kagami gaped. It didn't sound like he would have a choice in the matter, so he nodded resignedly.

"Good, good," she said. "You can sleep in Daiki's room, since it's far too cold out here in the living room. If that's okay with you..?"

The idea of spending a night with the Aomine Daiki didn't particularly thrill Kagami, to say the least, but he didn't want to turn down this kind woman's offer, and so he accepted. The next thing he knew, he was being herded up the stairs, and Kaya-San was knocking on Aomine's door.

The door opened.

"What is it?" Aomine asked.

Kaya-San simply lifted the large futon bundled in her hands and smiled.

"Kagami-kun will be rooming with you tonight."

Aomine's reaction was expected.

"Oh hell no!" Aomine roared.

Kagami saw the look of confusion in Kaya-san's eyes and laughed.

"Definitely, it'll be a first for the both of us, but we'll be fine right Aomine?" With that Kagami forcefully grabbed a hold of Aomine and took the large futon from Kaya-sans arms before stepping into the room, nodding respectfully and shutting the door closed behind him.

Aomine opened his mouth to roar but Kagami slapped a hand to it before a sound was made.

"Look," said Kagami. "I know this isn't how you want to spend your week night. It isn't my favourite either. But your mother has invited me into your home and I want to respect that. So whether you want to or not, you're going to play along at least for tonight."

Aomine was not one to back down, but at the mention of his mother he stopped. She would surely be angry if Aomine refused to share his home with an acquaintance of his, especially one seemingly so polite. She wouldn't let him live it down.

He sighed, and stepped away from the other teen.

"Fine," he grouched. "Just this once. And neither of us will ever speak of this, understand?"

Kagami nodded in agreement. "Where do you want me to put this?" He held up the futon in his arms.

Aomine looked around. He hadn't had a friend- anyone, he quickly corrected, sleep over in years, but he hasn't moved rooms either, so there was probably room for a futon. He'd been able to fit three in at one point, he remembered, but that was back before he'd gone through any growth spurts.

He pushed a few stray clothes off the ground and to the side, and shoved his magazines further underneath his bed, before nodding to the other boy. Apparently he was distracted though, as he was turning on the spot, staring at the array of posters framing the walls. Full breasted, cute models lay near naked on the shiny poster paper that lined every wall.

"Oi, Bakagami!" Aomine growled.

"Who's the stupid one? I never thought you'd be such a perv, Ahomime," Kagami leered.

"Just because you don't like boobs doesn't mean I can't," Aomine said.

Kagami narrowed his eyes. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're more curved than a basketball." Aomine paused to laugh at his own joke.

Kagami spluttered. "I-I am not!" he shouted uncertainly.

"You sure of that?" Aomine grinned.

Kagami froze. Back in America, he'd certainly done his fair share of messing around with both genders. He'd realised he liked guys more by the time he left, and kept quiet about it ever since returning to Japan. Being gay in Japan was quite different to being gay in America, and Kagami knew that. So he didn't know what spurred him to admit what he did next.

"No," Kagami bit frostily, "Maybe I'm not."

Aomine paused as the words registered. Kagami was... Gay? Since when? It came as a shock to Aomine, and he didn't know what to say. His mind offered a range of his most offensive insults, but he knew now was not the time to use them.

"I-I uh, didn't know," he tried lamely.

"Well yeah, I figured," Kagami replied, feeling equally as awkward.

"...what's it like? You know, liking dick." Aomine didn't know what part of him was curious about it, but he decided to wait and hear out Kagami's response.

"It's not about liking dick," Kagami grouched. "I just think that girls are too much of a hassle, you know? Always whining, never putting up a fight at the right times... Never dominant in bed." His voice was a near whisper by the end of his explanation.

"You want someone to dominate you?" Aomine wondered aloud. He didn't know why he was being so amiable. Nor did he understand how he and Kagami were talking about such a private thing so openly.

"Yeah... I guess. I'd still fight back and all, but I just don't feel like girls have any sense of possession. It's boring." Kagami shrugged.

Aomine nodded. "I get what you mean a bit. Sometimes I'll be making out with one of the sluts in my school, and all it'll take is a kiss or a grope and suddenly they can't do anything or think about the other person or anything but their pleasure, and that really gets to me sometimes."

Kagami raised an eyebrow at him. "You get mad at them for being... Selfish? Isn't that like your middle name?"

Aomine shot him a glare, but continued. "That's not what I mean. It's like, they don't have a back bone, they lose their fighting spirit and pride and anything else that holds any interest to me."

"You still like boobs though, right?" Kagami stated.

Aomine shrugged a nod, and pointed to below himself. "Depends on the girl. Maya-chan for instance. God, I love Maya-chan."

Kagami fished a magazine out from below the bed to see for himself. It was at this point he realised that he'd made himself comfortable on the ground, splayed out on the futon at some point in their conversation. Aomine too, had reclined back onto his bed, looking rather relaxed for someone who was hosting a sleepover with his basketball rival.

Brushing the realisation off, he flipped through the first pages of the magazine, and was quickly assaulted by a girl he recognised from Aomine's walls. She was thin, but amazingly endowed, with a gorgeous face and hair that looked like silk.

When he glanced up, he found Aomine staring expectantly at him.

"She's, uh, she's nice," Kagami tried.

Aomine looked like he expected more.

"Okay, she's fuckin' hot. But I'm gay, so this doesn't do a thing for me, got that Ahomine?"

To his surprise, Aomine chuckled heartily.

"I didn't expect you to pull your dick out and start drooling over her or anything, idiot. I was just showing you."

Kagami flushed a little. "Like I care," he mumbled. Getting to his feet he set to the task of moving the futon into position, making sure to keep his back to Aomine the whole time. He certainly didn't expect a hand in his rear when he bent to smooth the sheets.

"What the-!" He spun around enraged, only to find Aomine staring at him rather oddly.

"You've actually got a pretty nice ass bakagami," Aomine said blankly.

Kagami stared at the other boy, before firmly planting himself on his futon. "It's great that you think that, but I don't think I'll be letting you do that again anytime soon, so you're gonna have to stick it out with Maya-chan."

Aomine shrugged. "Suit yourself. You're just missing out. If you want me, I'm here all night." He rolled over before his swollen pride forced another insult out of his throat. He didn't know why, but he almost wanted Kagami to take up his offer, though it had been said jokingly.

Kagami frowned, and rolled over away from Aomine in thought. The first time he'd seen Aomine on the court, he'd been in genuine awe. Before the idiot had spoken a word, Kagami had felt a great deal of attraction to the other teen. Key word being before. But for some reason Aomine had been acting strangely pleasant tonight. Perhaps it had less to do with Kagami and more to do with the fact he was in his own home, but nevertheless, Kagami found that he preferred this version of Aomine, this him that wasn't quite so rude and abrasive, but was still just as passionate and strong.

His eyes dropped heavily and he bit out a loud yawn. A pillow hit him across the head.

"Oi, Bakagami. I know you think you're the shit, but I don't know anyone who can stay awake after hiking out 30km. It's not like I need you to stay up and keep me company. Fuck's sake, that sounded lame."

Kagami cackled a bit, but muttered out a thank you in the end. He lay there for a while listening to the quiet breathing and rustle of paper. He drifted off before he could catch himself. His last thought was a prayer to God that the Aho didn't decide to publicly embarrass him over night via phone. He blacked out.

A/N It started out as a small fic, so it's a touch rushed. I wouldn't mind going back in a separating this into two smaller chapters and filling them out a little. Opinions?

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