DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kuroko no Basket.

WARNING: Language, explicit content.

Rating: M

Slightly less-AU. Future Kuroko no Basket. Kagami accidentally agrees to babysit Riko's daughter. It's going all right until Aomine decides to climb in through his window in the middle of the night.


Babysitting

Kagami didn't know how it happened. He remembered Kuroko dragging him along to Riko's shopping spree (because the poor guy couldn't survive alone), recalled nodding absentmindedly while Riko chatted on and on and on about Hyuga's new job at some-place-or-other, but also about how he didn't have enough time for poor little Shizuko.

"She needs to spend more time with her father," Riko complained, seemingly tossing things into the shopping cart at random, Shizuko keeping pace with them, clutching the helm of her mother's dress, chewing her lip thoughtfully. Kagami had glanced over at Kuroko, but the little shit had been purposefully looking away, as if enticed with the store's new collection of carrots.

So Kagami had tuned her out, murmuring a couple of "yeah's" here and there, and eventually he had gone home (but not after giving Kuroko a good thwack on the head for having dragged him into the horrendous affair).

But then the next day Riko had appeared at his doorstep, Shizuko in tow, talking about how "Shizu" didn't like dark places or anything cold, that she only drank strawberry milk, that she had nightmares sometimes and music calmed her down.

Kagami stared blankly at Riko. His former coach sighed. The years had treated her well; she had gotten taller and curvier, and had grown her hair out so it hung past her shoulders. Now she placed a hand on her hip, shaking her head.

"You do remember your promise, right?"

"My what?"

She glared at him. Even now, years after the last basketball match he had ever played, she was frightening. "You said you'd let Shizuko stay the night so I could go with Junpei on his business trip, remember?"

"When the fuck did I do that?"

"Yesterday at the mall." Riko scowled. "Too bad, you can't take it back now. I'll be here tomorrow at two to pick her up, m'kay?" She gave him one of her sweetest, creepiest smiles. "No funny business, or I'll slit your throat."

"Your mother scares me," Kagami admitted to Shizuko once Riko was out of earshot, climbing into her car and waving at her daughter. Shizuko giggled.

As it turned out, Shizuko was no trouble at all. She had brought along plenty of books (Kagami was surprised she could read so well at six years old) and other toys to occupy herself with. In fact, Kagami actually fell asleep in front of the T.V. only to wake up three hours later and find that she had already microwaved herself a bowl of mac-n-cheese. Just like Riko, Kagami thought almost nostalgically. She relied on no one. It made him sad and happy at the same time.

It was night time that Kagami found the trickiest. And only because of a certain dark-haired miscreant who decided to break into his house. Into his room.

Kagami had just returned from tucking Shizuko into her bed in the guest room, making sure her nightlight was on and illuminated almost two-thirds of the room. Now he stood at his doorway, sighing at the sight of Aomine, wearing only a tank top and jeans, as if he had just dragged himself off his couch.

Then again, maybe he had.

"What the hell are you doing here, Daiki?"

Aomine rolled his eyes. "I was bored."

"You can't be here right now," Kagami said impatiently. He didn't have time for Aomine's antics. He fell onto his bed, glaring at the man still standing in front of the window he had climbed in from. He really needed to remember to get a lock for that. "Riko's girl is here, and I don't want to get murdered tomorrow."

"Aw, don't be like that," suddenly Aomine was under the covers with him, one hand snaking around his waist, the other tugging up his shirt. "You already put her to bed, didn't you? Why can't we have a little fun?"

Kagami shoved Aomine away. "She's still awake, asshole. Go home."

Aomine frowned, inching closer to him once more. His lips brushed Kagami's ear, making a shudder run down his spine. "She doesn't have to hear anything," he whispered.

Kagami made a sound of protest (perhaps to say, "how could she not hear anything?"), but Aomine's hand was under his shirt again, calloused fingers skating higher and higher, tracing patterns in the crook of his neck. In the dim light his lips found Kagami's and they wrestled for a moment, Kagami trying to prolong the kiss, Aomine in a hurry to get his pants off. Kagami was already losing breath, feeling elatedly smothered by Aomine's bare skin on his—when had he taken his shirt off?

He felt the darker man's breath on his face, fast-paced and hot. He felt his lips being forced open, and he let out the softest of groans, which only made Aomine all the more eager. At long last he seemed to have unbuttoned his pants, his hands now fumbling almost clumsily with Kagami's belt.

"Uncle Gami?"

They both froze before Kagami hurriedly broke away, trying to catch his breath, pulling his shirt back down. Shizuko stood at the doorway, brown eyes wide with what Kagami identified as fear.

"Yeah?" He cleared his throat when his voice cracked. "What is it?"

The desperate look on Shizuko's face momentarily flickered into confusion as her eyes adjusted to the dark and her gaze settled on Aomine beside him, still bare-chested, mouth slightly open.

"Minecchi uncle? What are you doing here?"

"Nothing," Kagami said quickly, getting out of bed, suddenly glad Aomine had not succeeded in removing his pants for that would have been really hard to explain. He crouched down so his eyes were level with Shizuko's. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Shizuko nodded. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Yeah, uh, sure." Taking her hand, Kagami lead her to his bed. Somehow, Aomine had found his shirt from wherever he had thrown it on the floor and pulled it back on. Kagami directed a glare at the unwelcome (yet perhaps welcome) visitor.

"Go home."

Shizuko shook her head hastily, already shimmying up the mattress. "Minecchi uncle doesn't have to go. I like him too."

Aomine grinned at him. "See? She said I could stay."

Kagami growled and then spoke under his breath. "You better have your pants on, bastard." Aomine seemed to hear him for he nodded quickly, knowing full well Kagami would throw him out if he really had to.

Shizuko made herself comfortable as Kagami climbed back into bed after her. She rested her head on Aomine's arm, curling up slightly against his warmth, sandwiched between the two men.

"Goodnight," she said, and she had only closed her eyes for a moment before her small chest was rising and falling. Aomine met Kagami's gaze. "She reminds you of a nicer version of Riko, yeah?"

Kagami nodded in agreement, his eyelids closing of their own accord. He hadn't realized how tired he was.

"So," Aomine said, pulling him back from the brink of slumber. "Now that she's asleep…"

Kagami cracked open an eyelid. "What?"

Aomine's eyes glinted mischeviously. "Maybe, y'know, if we moved her to the side, we could—"

"No."


Agh. I'm so embarrassed. This is the farthest I have gone into the realms of explicit, you guys. Please tell me how I did.

Until next time!

~DestinyCrusader