Chapter 2

Aomine hadn't given much thought as to who he would like to date; he wasn't like Kise, who surrounded himself with a harem of girls everywhere he went, nor was he like Tetsu, who happened to draw a chick with D-cup breasts right to him without even trying. Aomine might have been jealous of this at one point if said mammarily-blessed chick didn't happen to be a close friend of his...someone he'd known since childhood. If he was to be honest, he wasn't all that interested in relationships or kissing or any of that….certainly not the lovey-dovey hand-holding, flower-picking nonsense he'd seen employed by certain couples around his age. And it was only when he'd battled against Kagami, with both of them in the Zone, that he'd felt….what might have been classified as attraction.

He supposed it was fitting; the only person he wanted - and not just oggled at in his various magazines, really wanted - was the only person who'd become the exception to the statement that had become his self-imposed rule: "The only one who can beat me, is me." Kagami was an equal. Something he hadn't thought he'd ever find, and he was certainly more entertaining even off the court than a good deal of other people he'd met. He enjoyed spending time with Kagami...he enjoyed their verbal battles and rough teasing, and even just hanging out, which they did on occasion.

And, when he was able, he really enjoyed driving him out of his mind. Considering both of them were hotheaded, stubborn bastards - who at least had the pride to admit it - he had thought there would be a lot more fights for dominance and arguments over who got to do what, but it turned out Kagami was pretty willing to let him have his way, and he was as eager to teach as he was to learn. Sure, he fought back and challenged and even scratched and bit at times, but there was always the underlying agreement that they both wanted it that way. They both wanted a power struggle that would leave marks and exhaust them until they couldn't move anymore.

His excuse now was it was a way to warm his boyfriend up and pass the time, as they couldn't play basketball in the rain, but if it wasn't that it would have been something else. He supposed the bottom line was he liked Kagami. A lot. Of course, he also hated him with a passion, and was biding his time for the right opportunity to crush him to the ground and take back the victory he'd stolen, but he liked the way he could make him feel; not just with touch, but just...with his presence. Even a glance from him was enough to cause this weird pressure in his chest, making it hard to breathe. It was terrifying, but...thrilling, amazing, at the same time.

It seemed he'd finally succeeded in siphoning the cold and the wet from Kagami's skin, and he'd stopped shivering almost as soon as he'd come in contact with Aomine's body, participating in the heated kiss and tangling his fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck. Aomine had one hand braced against the floor, the other wandering down the supple body laid out before him. Frustratingly clothed, but that could be remedied shortly. Changing the angle of his kiss, attacking from all sides, his fingertips traced down to Kagami's waist, sneaking under his shirt and eliciting a gratifying squirm.

"You like that?" he sneered softly, breaking away both to gloat and to gulp air.

"Going to fuck me into the floor like an animal?" Kagami grunted, breathing as labored as his own, leaning up to attempt to reconnect their lips.

Tempting, but… "You make a good point. We'll relocate." Grabbing the front of his shirt, Aomine pulled Kagami up to hungrily assault his mouth again, getting to his feet without breaking the kiss and guiding him somewhat blindly to the couch, shoving him down on it.

"Maybe someday I'll get to see an actual bed," Kagami teased dazedly, once he'd caught his balance to prevent the momentum from throwing him back to the floor.

Aomine tsked and returned to his rightful place atop his rival, "When we're at your place, you can treat us to the softest feather mattress in creation. But for now; my house, my rules."

"Fair enough," Kagami muttered, "Besides, it's not as far to move this way."

"Exactly." Aomine agreed shortly, "Now, no more talking unless it's begging for mercy." He effectively silenced any further discussion by pressing their lips together again, shifting and rolling his hips against his lover's. Kagami rewarded him with a low moan against his mouth, gripping his shoulders and balling up the fabric of his T-shirt as if to brace himself.

Aomine's hand wandered low, deftly undoing the button of Kagami's jeans and thumbing the zipper down, brushing his fingers against the hardening flesh through his underwear, teasing and rubbing. Kagami made a sound as if he'd choked, a harsh breath expelling from his nose, as his lips were currently occupied. Aomine's tongue snaked into his mouth, greeted with enthusiasm from Kagami's as the two stroked together, and he quickly lowered his own pants a fraction, leaning in and grinding their erections against each other in coordination with the motion, only thin layers of cloth separating them. He couldn't hold in a moan of his own, starting a slow, choppy rhythm as he devoured the mouth in his possession.

With each increasingly rough driving of his hips, he received a more insistent plea from Kagami, whether it was a writhe or a vocalization, or a tighter clenching of his fists. He gave back everything he was given, complementing Aomine's movements and occasionally rebelling against them, giving a bite to his lip or a buck of his pelvis. Aomine raked a hand through his hair, fingers grasping the lower hem of his own shirt, rolling it up his chest and withdrawing his lips long enough to discard it, once he'd pried it from Kagami's grip. It was a subtle invitation, and boy did Kagami take it, scratching his shoulders deep on the next crest of his rhythm, and keeping his hands there, digging in with his nails as though holding on for dear life.

It was a flattering notion...that he needed to anchor himself to keep from coming apart in Aomine's hands.

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Kagami was fairly certain Aomine was going to be the death of him. Whether he killed him intentionally or otherwise, there was simply an aura of danger about him that had a few of Kagami's instincts telling him to either run the other way, or stand and fight until one of them was defeated for good. But he did neither, embracing the threat because it was exciting. Like pressing his thumb against a razor just to see how much pressure it would take to draw blood, or dangling himself off a cliff with fishing line. He didn't think it was healthy, no, but damn did it make his heart race.

When he met Aomine, never in a hundred years did he think he would want to kiss him. Never in a million did he think he would find himself pinned beneath him, all but begging as they frotted and frenched, relishing every new, delicious bit of torture. Aomine was awful for him...but he was the very best person for him as well.

And so, when his rival started to remove the last barriers between them, jerking Kagami's pants and undergarments off his legs, he didn't think of protesting. Aomine had fished in his back pocket - Kagami noticed this because the hand that had been circling at his thigh had moved away - and extracted a small tube of lubricant, pushing his own remaining clothing down to his knees once this was done. Kagami had to strain his neck to see what he was doing, his gaze immediately caught by the hard, thick length, staring at him.

Aomine must have caught him looking, because a cunning smirk touched his face, "Want a taste?"

It sounded like an offer, but to say no could mean punishment….Kagami had learned the rules to Aomine's games well, not that he had intended to refuse in the first place. He nodded shakily, and accepted the impressive arousal as it slid into his mouth, stroking and lavishing with his lips and tongue. He saw Aomine's head tip back slightly, and heard the guttural moan he brought out, lapsing into short sighs and unintelligible, pleased murmurs as he worked at the turgid flesh...he thought he might have caught his name somewhere in there, but it was difficult to tell. Kagami felt a flush of pleasure; it was rare that he got much vocal response from Aomine, or got him to let go for a moment and let himself be taken care of. And even if it wasn't the most comfortable position in the world, and his neck was not going to be happy with him later, he didn't feel any pressing need for things to move ahead...this was enough.

But, apparently, not so for Aomine, and after a moment he snapped out of the near-trance Kagami seemed to have had him in, and withdrew his erection from his mouth with an audible pop. His tanned hand closed on the tube he'd held earlier, and he flipped the cap, pouring a coating of the clear lube onto his fingers, one of which he traced down Kagami's chest, circling a nipple with the barest brush of contact. Then he leaned close and lightly blew on the areas he'd touched, the liquid chilling Kagami's skin as it evaporated. He shivered involuntarily, fighting the urge to squirm and whine as if that would get him what he wanted faster. Where the hell did he learn that? He didn't care...and one of the fingers of Aomine's other hand had hooked through the chain around Kagami's neck that held Tatsuya's ring, pulling him almost into a sitting position, the tiny metal links cutting into Kagami's nape.

One of the lubricated fingers pressed against his entrance, and he hissed a breath between his teeth, fingers knotting in the fabric of the couch. A second joined the first intruder, both stretching and exploring, curling knowingly to find Kagami's pleasure center. He let out a shaky breath, focusing on the indigo eyes, narrowed in concentration, a few inches above him. He leaned up - relieving some of the pressure on his neck - capturing Aomine's lips, and Aomine started in surprise before welcoming the kiss, removing his fingers from Kagami after a moment.

Before he knew it, Aomine had made his foray into his body, gradually sliding into him, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. Kagami found himself pausing, trembling with anticipation as if it was the first time, and Aomine drew back before thrusting into him, hard. Kagami groaned softly against his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as Aomine pounded him in earnest. His hands reached up, wrapping around his rival's shoulders to hold him closer, and when the kiss broke so they could both manage to breathe, he could hear strained curses whispered close to his ear on each swelling motion.

"Aomine…" Kagami panted, his voice low and ragged as he met each thrust, his arousal rubbing against Aomine's stomach with every one, spreading pre-cum.

"I don't….hear you begging…" Aomine grit out, gripping his hips and driving upward and inward.

But Kagami couldn't beg; he couldn't convince his mouth to work properly enough to say anything, but he assumed the moans that were edging into incoherent cries got the message across. He'd pushed Kagami to the very edge, and now he teetered there waiting to be shoved off.

Aomine took the chain around Kagami's neck between his teeth and jerked it, causing his head to snap back, and that animalistic action did it. With a strangled shout, he bore up and spattered his rival's stomach and chest, raking his nails down his back and hearing Aomine's satisfied grunt as he followed just behind, holding Kagami's hips hard to his as he released into him. Both of them fought for breath, drenched in sweat, chests heaving, and then collapsed together in a hopelessly entangled mess, too exhausted to even budge.

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Kagami decided he would have understood if no one on Earth saw eye-to-eye with his choice. At first glance, Aomine seemed like an asshole, a brute...hell, even some who'd known him for years would call him those things and nothing more, but Kagami enjoyed more than the primal, callous side of him. Of course there were things about Aomine that he hated; habits and tendencies that made him want to tear his hair out, but there were other things he did and said around Kagami that...he was fairly sure no one else got to see.

For example, Kagami was nearly positive that he was the only one who'd ever seen Aomine reading. He showed such a lack of interest in class, and was generally more likely to throw a book at you than open one, and yet, there he was...lounging on the couch - fully clothed by now - frowning at the pages with intense concentration.

He couldn't help but ask, "What are you reading?"

"I have no idea." Aomine muttered, without looking up.

Confused by this response, Kagami glanced over his shoulder, and then frowned as well.

"Well no wonder. You do realize that book is in English, right?"

"Yes, I realize." Aomine snapped, closing the book around his finger and making as if to cuff Kagami over the head with it. ...Which was almost a relief; it seemed much more like him.

That one act of consistency with the Aomine the rest of the world knew was completely blown out of the water by what he said next, though.

"...Can you read this to me?"

Kagami almost fell off the couch, "What?"

Aomine smirked a little, "Did all that howling make you deaf? I asked if you would read this to me. ...I'd still probably have no idea what it's saying, but at least I'd hear what it sounds like instead of staring at all those weird letters."

"Why the sudden interest in American literature?"

"Not sudden, I've been interested in it for awhile. We were learning about American history in my Japanese history class."

"Ah, the one class you can scrape a passing grade in," Kagami jabbed lightly.

"I can pass any class, I just lack the motivation."

Kagami was silent a moment, "...Alright, if you're not going to laugh at me; sure, I'll read to you."

"Of course I'm going to laugh at you, idiot." Aomine said lazily, "That's half the fun."

TBC