You never said…!

A Kuroko no Basket Fanfiction

by Midori

Summary: Momoi wants to introduce her fiancé to her old friends, and ask Kise for help in throwing a party in one of the most renowned clubs of the city. Ryouta gathers his former teammates from the Generation of Miracles, now all college students, but little did the basketball players know, Kise sucks at picking places.

Pairings: KagaKuro, AoKise & AoMomo, MuraHimu, MidoTaka, and others hinted because, let's face it, everybody is a little bit gay for everyone in KnB.

Rating: R-15/T

A/N: Oh boy, where do I even begin with this one...? I've been listening too much latin music these days and I let my imagination run wild. Kuroko no Basket is a shipfest however you look at it and I just dumped all of my fangirling into the five chapters of this fic. Sorry for the cringing it may give you and just as a reminder, English is not my first language. Enjoy.

Published in FF . net and Ao3

Jan-Feb 2017

Chapter 1: ...This was a gay bar!

"Kise…" Aomine threatened as he set foot on the club, feeling a pang of embarrassment crawling on his chest. He was about to punch his friend on the back of the head, but the cringing managed to keep him at bay "You never said this was a gay bar!"

The blonde laughed and dragged Aomine inside, signaling the two men behind him to follow through to the upper floor of the bar, where everyone else was waiting. After evading a bunch of people raving to the beat of the music, they finally reached the elevator door. Oh, sure, they didn't have to flirt with anybody, Kise excused himself. In fact, they didn't come there to dance, he said, they came to meet Momoi's new boytoy...errr… boyfriend. Oh, of course nobody would think a group of athletic, young and goodlooking men entering a gay bar together was weird…

"Chill out, Aominecchi, you don't have to pay attention to anybody. Our table's on the next floor and it's a lot quieter and emptier than here, so, don't worry! I'll even buy you a drink in compensation!" Kise insisted, but Aomine was glaring daggers at him. "Now, on the other hand, I didn't expect you two to come! Thanks, guys, I'm sure Momocchi will appreciate all of her friends being here."

"Don't even mention it, Kise-san! I had to drag Shin-chan here, but Oha-Asa said he had to follow Scorpio's advice for tonight if he wanted to have an excellent weekend. Also, they recommended not to make a Taurus upset~ and we know Shin-chan doesn't like it when Satsuki-san gets angry at him." Takao explained with a grin on his lips, poking his taller friend's side. The green haired man sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, but didn't say anything in regards. Takao laughed and pushed Midorima inside the elevator, just like Kise was doing with Aomine.

"Then it's great you've come, Takaocchi! Everyone's waiting, come on!" He jumped out of the elevator and walked them to a table further into the bar. Momoi was dressed in a floral print dress and had her arms wrapped around another man's neck. Aomine felt a vein on his temple pop with anger, as the man's hands latched around her waist. He hated to admit it, but he had become really overprotective of her during their long years of friendship.

"Oh! Dai-chan, you've made it! Thanks for fetching him downstairs, you're an angel, Ki-chan! I see you brought Midorin and Taka-chan as well! Good, now everyone's here!" The pink haired girl said and received hugs from everyone. Aomine's lasted a few seconds longer, which made Kise smirk.

"Happy birthday, Momoi." Midorima handed her a small teddy bear with a pink ribbon tied around its head. She received it with eagerness and embraced him again. Takao smiled, known only to him how cute his friend could actually be at times. Of course he wouldn't tell her it was Taurus' lucky item for the day. "And sorry we're late."

"Yeah, it was a hassle bringing him here, Satsuki-san…" Takao complained, rolling his eyes. "He didn't want to come in first place but I- OW! don't smack me, Shin-chan, it hurts!"

"I know this is not the type of place you frequent, Midorin, I appreciate it! Now, come, sit with us!" She patted the side of her seat so that either Aomine or either of the Shutoku duo could take it, but the dark skinned man took it first. Midorima allowed himself a sly smile. "Let me introduce you! Of course you already know everybody else here, but he's my fiancé, En Harasawa. Honey, these are Shintaro Midorima and Kazunari Takao from Shutoku High, and you've already heard a lot about Dai-chan, right? " The man nodded and greeted the three newcomers with a charming smile. He had an athletic build and handsome features, and as far as Momoi had bragged about him, he was on his college's volleyball team.

"Harasawa?" Aomine asked, glancing daggers at him as well. "You're not related to…?"

"Yes, Katsu-san is my eldest brother. Heh, your coach was the one who introduced us, actually." He had a soft and kind voice, which only seemed to piss Aomine more. He looked like he was about to kill him. Midorima decided it was best to run away and insisted he'd go grab something to drink, pulling Takao along after they greeted everybody else on the table.

"So, volley, huh?" Aomine sounded so intimidating everyone else on the table noticed it, but Harasawa seemed unfazed by his aggression. He didn't even wait to get an answer, he turned around and faced Momoi instead. "Hey, Satsuki, why did you choose this place anyway?"

"Oh, I didn't! Ki-chan picked it up for me! I just asked it had great music, specially if they had western hits, and that it was close to a subway station so that everybody reached their homes safely later on. We've heard this place had great reviews online, but we didn't know it was an LGBT bar..." The pink haired woman explained, trying to avoid creating more tension between her best friend and her boyfriend.

"Oh, so it was Kise's fault all along…" The blonde's face asked not to be punished by Aomine's anger. Not only did he dragged him to a gay bar, but he also forced him to withstand watching Momoi on another man's arms. Kise deserved all punishment, and he was well aware of it.

"Come on, Ahomine, just enjoy the evening! It's not like some random dude will come and ask you out for a dance, not with that attitude, at least. Here, have a beer and chill." Kagami said and threw him a closed can from the seat right in front of him. Kuroko looked like he was spacing out as he looked over Himuro's shoulder, towards the bar where Takao and Midorima were asking for their drinks.

"Yeah… changing the subject, it's really nice to see you, Tetsu. You too Bakagami." He snorted, opening the can with one finger. "How's married life going?"

"We're just roommates, Aomine-kun." Kuroko corrected him and Aomine swore he saw Kagami's heart breaking in front of him. "But college is going fine. We're about to finish our second year and Kagami-kun only failed two of his classes."

"Once an idiot, always an idiot." Aomine laughed, but Kagami laughed back at him. Indeed, he wasn't one to set an example after dropping out of his major.

"What about Akashi-sama over here? I thought you had gone to London to study and get away from your father." Aomine turned his attention to the red haired man, who smiled kindly. His eyes were both colored bright red this time and he was thankful for that, as he'd not have enjoyed spending an evening with his friends if his other self had been in control.

"I came back to attend a meeting for the company this weekend. I just casually caught Satsuki-san's invitation. It'd have been impossible otherwise, Aomine-kun." Akashi said calmly with his legs crossed. Of all people there, he was the only one drinking wine. Takao and Midorima returned and got into conversation with Himuro and Kuroko, almost ignoring Murasakibara's sprawled position over Himuro's legs. Midorima didn't drink alcohol and Takao had asked for a cocktail already. Of course, Akashi was the only one refined and wealthy enough to ask for something more expensive than that, thus the bottle he was only sharing with the couple.

"Yeah! I'm so glad we're all here! Now, let's go dance, guys!" Momoi stood up and dragged Harasawa to his feet. Her attempts to make Aomine raise as well were futile.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Satsuki… but you're the only girl and there's ten of us. You can only have one dancing partner." His eyes were filled with anger and a clear tint of jealousy, but Momoi decided to ignore it.

"Hmm… Micchan and Acchan drifted away somewhere with some of the girls they'd come with, I guess they're dancing with other guys downstairs. I had already thought about it, so I invited some of my friends from Teiko, Too and now from College, but since you arrived late and none of them asked my friends out for a dance… well, I guess they found more fun around the club." Momoi shrugged as she explained, but she didn't have an answer for their current dilemma. "Well, I guess you could dance with each other, but I don't think you'd actually enjoy that. Nobody here's gonna pay no mind to you, guys, so…"

"No, thank you." Aomine interrupted before she even suggested he should dare Kagami into a dance-off.

"As you wish… come on, En-chan!" And as such, she disappeared into the crowd with her betrothed. Aomine groaned and immediately afterwards, the Generation and Miracles and their companions turned into a support group for the blue haired man.

"You've got it bad for her, don't you?" Kise asked, patting his back as Aomine sunk his head on his palms.

"Yeah… I've not noticed until she said she was getting married." He sipped from his beer and groaned again. "I'm such an idiot."

"Yes, you are! You should tell her before it's too late!" Kagami insisted, smashing his empty can against his leg. Aomine glared at him. You're one to talk, Bakagami...

"In my non-experienced and quite uninterested opinion…" Midorima began as he shoved Takao away from his seat, who was trying to get him to eat some strange appetizer the bartender had given him with the cocktail. "You should respect her decisions. She does look happy with Harasawa-san, and the feeling seems to be mutual this time, evidently." His eyes turned slightly to Kuroko, who kept glancing behind Himuro's arm from time to time.

"... Tetsu, what's up? You've been spacing out since we arrived." Aomine asked, trying to change the subject again, even though he didn't ignore Midorima's comment.

"Nothing, Aomine-kun… I just think I saw someone I know, but I can't tell for sure." He informed, but then he focused his entire attention on Aomine's problem. "You should not hide your feelings from her. Even if she decides to marry him, you should tell her how she makes you feel."

"Yeah, what could go wrong? It's not like you're the best of friends, anyway!" Kise said, hugging him from the shoulders as he laughed. He could smell alcohol in his breath and Aomine assumed the blonde had been drinking heavily since earlier.

"Thanks for the support, idiot." He shoved him away and asked Kagami to toss him another beer. Aomine drank and, as his eyes drifted towards the crowd, he decided it was better to keep on drinking so that the bright pink mane of Momoi wouldn't drag his attention to her make-out session with Harasawa. "I wish I could at least ask her to dance…"

"You will." Akashi said, completely sure of himself.

"Wishful thinking will not work, you know?"

"No, he's right." It was Takao this time. Aomine knew Akashi and Shutoku's point guard didn't have the best relationship, but seeing them agree on something must have good a reason behind it. "He's got a knee injury and he can't keep up with Satsuki-san's pace for long."

"How do you know?" Kise asked, interested.

"He's got a limp on his left leg from a previous incident with his volleyball team." Akashi answered in his stead. "I assume Kazunari noticed this because of his hawk eyes, the minute he stood up." Takao didn't let go unnoticed Akashi used his first name without honorifics. For the few times he'd shared a minute with Akashi, he could tell he wasn't in 'Emperor mode' as he liked to call it. No, he was just being disrespectful on purpose, and it bothered him greatly, but he nodded in agreement.

"Give it around 15, 20 minutes tops." Takao said, glancing away from Akashi's direction. He had a smirk on his lips, which assured that even if the ambiance wasn't the most optimal, Takao was sure it was going to be one of the funniest nights he'd had in the last few years. If Shin-chan wasn't entertaining enough, at least Aomine's drama would be a good show.

"You guys are terrible~" Murasakibara whispered with tiredness in his voice. "You should just let Sa-chin be happy with her boyfriend."

"What's her boyfriend name, Atsushi-kun?" Himuro asked, trying to test his friend's attention.

"Don't know, don't care." The purple haired giant exclaimed and laid his head over Himuro's shoulder. "I'm hungry…"

Aomine sighed and within twenty minutes, just as Akashi and Takao had predicted, Momoi returned hand in hand with Harasawa. He didn't look in pain, but he twitched his eyes when he sat back down again. Aomine finished his third beer by then and, out of mere courtesy, asked the volleyball player how had he gotten his injury.

"Do any of you gentleman mind joining me on the dancefloor?" Momoi asked after assuring her future husband was safe and sound. All eyes drifted towards Aomine. "Dai-chan, would you?"

"Yeah, why not?" Just as he stood up and grabbed another beer for the road, he noticed some young girls and a boy approached Kise at the same time. The blonde model smiled and grabbed the girls' hands, but he also pushed the boy's back with eagerness and they followed suite towards the dancefloor. Trying not to get too distracted by Kise's public display of polyamorous affection, he tried to focus his attention on Satsuki, as she placed her hands around his neck and forced him to take her by the waist as they moved to the slow cadence of a blues he had heard some time before on the radio.

Aomine was no newbie when it came to clubbing, but he usually hung out with girls he had met in college or even some fans on an afterparty from the last tournaments in High School. They usually never learned his first name and they never stayed the night to find out. It wasn't the first time he danced closely with Satsuki, either. But it was, indeed, the first time he did so being conscious of his feelings for her. He could feel the curious stares from their friends, and, at times, he swore Kise was taking pictures, but he was too entranced on Momoi's movements to even pay attention to Kise at the moment.

"Dai-chan… may I ask you something?"

"Sure…" He said, slightly concerned from her tone. The tune they were dancing to, for whatever little english Aomine could understand, spoke about unrequited love, affairs and secret romances. He sighed, the irony tasted bitter on his mouth.

"Do you think En-chan and I will work it out?" She blurbed out, slightly ashamed as she turned around at the pace of the music and grabbed into Aomine's hands so he'd take the lead. "The coach introduced us and we hit it off immediately, but we've only been together for less than a year and…"

"It's your decision, Satsuki." Aomine said coldly, trying to recreate Kuroko's smoother way of phrasing it. "In the end, I'll respect your choices and I'll be there, no matter what happens." No, it had sounded different in his head. It sounded almost like a confession.

"Dai-chan, I… do you perhaps…?"

"Satsu-chan!" En's voice interrupted their conversation. His eyes showed fear and his hands trembled slightly when he grabbed Momoi's arms. "My brother called me, our father was in an accident just now." He talked as if Aomine was non-existent, but the larger man understood his behavior. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to leave earlier…"

"I'll go with you, En-chan…" She said, but her fiancé insisted she stayed. It was her birthday after all, but Momoi insisted on coming along. Her friends would understand and she agreed to pay for their bills so that they'd not be bothered by her absence. "Dai-chan, I'm sorry… we'll continue talking on the phone tomorrow, ok?"

"Yeah… go ahead." He felt his hopes shattering as Momoi patted his arms. He hugged her once more, with the excuse it was her birthday, and let her go. Harasawa thanked him and excused himself for taking his dancing partner, with that dumb, charming smile of his that pissed Aomine so much. "Hope your old man is ok."

"Thanks… it was really nice to finally meet you." Maybe in another life, they could have been good friends. Harasawa reminded him of his coach, of course, but to some degree, he also reminded him of Kise. He saw them walking down towards the elevator, and the couple disappeared when the metal doors closed before them.

Aomine finished his beer and stood alone on the dancefloor with a sad grin on his face. He'd lost Satsuki to a better man because he was a complete, oblivious idiot. Of course he'd have only noticed he had lost her completely when someone other than Tetsu was the target of her affections. He wasn't crying, but he surely felt the urge to do so.

"Hey, Aominecchi…?" Kise asked, poking his shoulders to call his attention. "Here, drink this."

"What is it?" He asked, taking the small glass on his fingers. The smell was pungent and it shimmered in golden color.

"It's called mezcal. It's from Mexico." He explained, showing him an identical glass. "It's really strong and you look like you needed one. It's on me, come on." He insisted. Aomine sighed, clanked his glass against Kise's and drank the shot from one go.

On that exact same moment, he realized he shouldn't have done that. It didn't have just mezcal, which left a smoky and strong taste on his buds, but it also had a trace of tequila. Kise was trying to get him hammered, as he had never drunk something so strong that made his head spin around in just a couple of seconds. He had to admit the drink was good, though.

"What the… woah, Kise, you can't even hold it yourself!" He said as he caught the blonde, who had lost his balance as he tried to approach him. Aomine noticed his three dancing partners had disappeared somewhere in the crowd.

"That's because that's my third shot. I toasted with Momocchi earlier and bet Kagamicchi he wouldn't like it… you should have seen his face." He clung into Aomine's arms for dear life, unable to hold his balance any longer.

"I should have told Kasamatsu to babysit you, you become an idiot when you go out for drinks." He said angrily, putting Kise back onto his feet.

"No, no, I'm fine, I just got a bit out of hand… suddenly I've been drinking a lot more, Aominecchi… perhaps it's because my life is so sad and lonely right now… I'm not going to college and all my friends kept playing basketball, but I quit, I'm just a lowly paid model." Kise wept and hugged Aomine, trying to release some of his emotional stupor.

"Oh no, you're a drama queen when you're drunk, right?" He raised him on his feet and held him by the shoulders. "I'm also flunking and I'm thinking of dropping, you idiot, don't think you're the only one in trouble."

"Kasamatsu-senpai said that too." He ignored his second statement, keeping all his attention on the words 'drama queen'. "But he found out dancing helps me alot because I transpire the alcohol real quickly." Kise whined, holding himself up from Aomine's chest. Perhaps it was the mezcal speaking, but Kise looked like a dork when drunk. An adorable dork. Wait, what…?

"Well, let's find you a dancing partner, if Tetsu sees you like this he's gonna get all mother-hen on us and we won't like that." Aomine turned around, searching for a lonely girl or guy that would like to help Kise with his turmoil. But Keijo's former ace clung into Aomine's shirt as he giggled in a silly manner.

"How's about if you dance with me, Aominecchi? After all, Hasagawa just stole your girl." He laughed and it made Aomine's blood burn inside his veins. From time to time, that cold and cruel side of Kise popped out, even with him.

"I'm going to kick you until you puke and choke on your own vomit, Ryouta..." he hissed as he shook his friend in vengeance.

"Nooo, come on! Dance with me!" Kise begged, making baby-doll eyes at him to get his way. Aomine shook his head and tried to shove him off, but no matter how delicate Kise's looks were, he was definitely not weak and wimpy. He held Aomine's arms with a very tight grip, not letting him escape to safety with the rest of their friends. "Please, dance with me, Dai-chan~."

"F-fine. Just don't call me that, idiot." Aomine said, pestered. Kise let go a faint 'yeeei' through his lips and latched his arms around the blue-haired man's neck, ignoring any concept of personal space. Aomine tried to lean back, but Kise pulled himself up, smirking mischievously. "Just one song, ok?"

"Ok, ok… be gentle with me, Aominecchi~" Kise said as he rested his head against Aomine's shoulder and waved his hips to the beat of the music. Aomine blushed wildly at the proximity, but after a long minute of doubt, he held Kise's waist and took the lead as they danced. He had never seen two men dancing before, not even in videos, so he had to look around to get some reference, as he assumed it'd not be the same to dance with a small-framed girl like Satsuki than a 6'2'' guy like Kise. He had heard many songs like that in the past, Santana for example, but in any scenario he'd picture himself dancing to the beat of that kind of music, Kise didn't appear in any of them. The song was sensual and daring, the cadence was quite slow, but the powerful guitar riffs made it sound so good. If he had to describe it one way or another, it was a song to fuck to.

Aomine blushed wildly as he watched Kise get in sync with the music. His body twisted and turned with utmost sexuality he had never imagined Kise had it on him, even if he was, perhaps, the most good-looking member of the Generation of Miracles. No wonder he had such an appeal to both men and women. Aomine froze, for the strange thoughts he had been getting in the past few minutes. Kise noticed, but he stopped as well once the song had ended.

"Aominecchi?" He was still drunk, but at least he managed to stand on his feet now. That didn't matter anyway, because he didn't let go of Aomine's neck when the next song began. "You wanna go at it again, don't you?" His words slurred from his mouth, but Aomine couldn't say no.

"The others are looking…" He said, worried, as the music kicked up. This time, Kise seemed to want to take the lead, but Aomine didn't let him. They both stood with their hands on each other's waist, until Kise's hands began trailing down to his hips. Aomine gulped, but he let him take the initiative as he drew their bodies closer. He felt their legs intertwine as he began to move, and this time, as the song picked up it's beat, his hands began to roam on his sides and his back. It was so intimate, so sensual, Aomine began doubting so many things about himself.

"Who cares?" Kise said, and he didn't sound like he was drunk at all. "Akashicchi doesn't give a shit about this kinda stuff, Kagamicchi is so gay for Kurokochi it hurts to watch him, Murasakibaracchi and Himurocchi have soemthing going on within them, and Midorimachi is married to Takaocchi and he doesn't even know it. Nobody is free of sin here..."

"You make it sound like all of us are a bunch of f-" Aomine began, but Kise glared at him and shut him up with one of his hands.

"Don't you dare use slurs in my presence, Aomine." Kise didn't use his usual '-cchi' at the end of his name. Aomine took from that that he would not have Kise's respect if he wasn't open minded and tolerant. Soon it dawned on him. Perhaps Kise wasn't interested in women. Or not just in women. It made sense why Kise got so angry whenever he said insensitive jokes or mocked people with homophobic insults. Aomine sighed, if he knew that, even because of the strong drink he just had, he'd be having second thoughts about his own sexuality, he'd have never made fun of any of it.

"S-sorry. Y-you get my point, though."

"I do, but please be more respectful. Now, as payback for your insensitivity, you're gonna dance with me until I get a bit sober again." He said with a husky voice. Aomine gulped. This had definitely not been on his plans when he agreed to come to suffer some kind of torment on Momoi's hands. Worst of it all, he was actually enjoying himself.

"That wasn't the deal, but… if you buy me one more shot of that thing, I may accept your offer." Aomine smirked and Kise pulled him towards the bar this time.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, please leave a kind review if you did! Remember writers needs validation, or at least this nerd does, haha. (Also, I don't know how hard it is to come with a mezcal bottle in Japan, but I just love mezcal shots I cannot help myself).