Sinfully Yours

Act 3

Aomine parked the car in front of the studio. This time of the afternoon was a dead hour, meaning not so many artists would be in there doing any song or dance rehearsals. Riko managed a few other groups and solo artists, plus a couple of semi-popular teen heartthrobs starring in some teeny bopper weekly dramas.

Aomine killed the engine and turned to the scowling guy beside him. If not for the pissed off expression on his face GoM's new bassist Kagami Taiga would be one of the hottest men to ever walk the studios of Riko. Too bad he kept spouting he wasn't gay. Aomine had long associated with a lot of people – straight, gay and bisexual – to know that Kagami was so far into the closet he might not even be able to come out even if someone else was pulling him out. Aomine sighed. It was probably all for the better. Even they, in GoM, had to be discreet when picking up male partners. True, Japan was getting modern these days, and the younger population tended to be more open minded about the differences in people's sexualities, but the fact remained that their nation was still relatively more reserved and closed off than its, say, Western counterparts.

Maybe in California men could hold hands and kiss on the streets. But it was not like that in Japan. They had a gay district there, true, Ni-chome, and if you were a closeted homosexual who wanted free rein on your emotions for a night you could go there, and your needs would be taken care of discreetly. In the morning you could go back to your job as a regular salaryman, or worse, go back to the arms of your unsuspecting loving wife.

That was how Japanese gay men got their balance. Aomine thought having grown up in Japan all his life, he should exude that kind of attitude more than Kagami who spent a great deal of his residence in America. What was happening now was that it was Kagami who was acting more conservative, like the true Japanese that he was. Whereas Aomine, was somewhat less stiff about his preferences. It was just too bad that he had tried to pick up Kagami, who was hell bent on convincing everyone he was 100% straight. Nothing wrong with that.

Aomine scowled this time. Nothing wrong except that Kagami was sinfully gorgeous even when he was not doing anything that it took everything Aomine had in him not to jump the redhaired newcomer, willing or unwilling. Damn. Aomine ran a hand on his face. And they were expected to work closely with each other. How they would be able to achieve it without being in each other's throats, he didn't have a clue.

Aomine cleared his throat finally. "We're here, princess. Let's meet the rest of the gang."

Kagami arched an eyebrow at him. "I have a name. Call me by it."

Aomine clucked his tongue. "Ooooh, sore subject? No one else calls you princess where you came from?"

"We're not even friends for me to permit you to call me by any pet name. Call me Kagami, as what is acceptable here in Japan."

"You've been in the States for a long time. I hear people there are on first name basis. Why can't I call you Taiga?"

Kagami opened his door and got out. "Then call me Taiga. Not some stupid names."

Aomine couldn't help the wicked grin that spread on his face. He, too, got out of the car and locked it. "How about baby, then?"

Kagami shot him a withering look, and if he had been a lesser man, Aomine would have cowered. But nope, he wasn't a lesser man. He found that to his heart's delight that teasing Kagami was getting to be an enjoyable past time for him.

"Let's go. I wanna see Tetsu," Kagami muttered, hands in his pocket.

He walked ahead of Aomine. The blue haired lead guitarist was just about to reply a comeback when the sight of Kagami's pert shapely ass in his tight jeans almost made Aomine whistle. Aomine made no move to hide the lust that crept into his face as he watched Kagami's butt bouncing gracefully every time he took a step. What a lovely rear. Aomine's mouth was suddenly dry, imagining that tight little hole quivering under the onslaught of his tongue. What he'd do first thing would be to spread those ass cheeks really wide and delve his tongue inside to taste that –

Kagami turned and upon seeing Aomine unmistakably checking out his ass – blushed furiously. He suddenly turned around to face the offending brute, face flushed, his eyes stormy. "Fucking quit it, lecher!"

Aomine raised up two hands, leering. "You pack in something pretty in there, Red. You sure you don't want to give me one night? Just one night and I'm sure I can change your perspective of things, hmmm?"

Kagami was already spitting mad, but being the professional that he was, even under sexual harassment, he didn't cave in. "Walk on ahead. I'll follow you," he barked.

Aomine's eyes twinkled. "Why? So you can check out my ass?"

"Can you hurry up? You're wasting both our times."

Shaking his head in surrender, Aomine finally moved, walking past Kagami, intentionally brushing his arm. Kagami stepped back, as if burned. Aomine merely grinned, then walked on ahead.

Kagami followed a few feet behind, suddenly tired. Of all the people he had to associate with it was the type that he'd been wary of all his life. If not for everything Tetsu had done for him in the past, including paying up for his medication when he had kidney problems before, he wouldn't have any second thoughts of packing up and heading back home to L.A. He had no freaking clue Tetsu was a homo. The guy was simply too – too asexual for Kagami to even imaging he had a preference at all!

Now he had to blend in with these homosexuals. Not that he judged them. But back home in L.A. he was sheltered from this kind of environment. All his friends were straight. He had a few casual flings here and there with girls of course. Dating there was quite easy so Kagami could say getting in between the sheets with women was a reasonably effortless feat for him. Easy. Common. Simple. Acceptable.

But thinking of being with men…

Kagami shuddered.

Kagami had to face it. No matter where he was, whether he was in the States or any part of the world, being gay just wasn't something that was easy to do. He knew it wasn't a choice of course, and people who thought of it that way were simply deluded out of their minds. Being gay was something that you were. It could not be helped.

But Kagami always thought people were free to do things as they wanted. In all honesty even if he was a man, his sexual libido had always been, well, on the low key side. He never slept around, didn't fuck on the first date, was quite the gentleman with the ladies. In fact some of his previous girlfriends often complained about his lack of fervor in the bedroom department that he knew it was first and foremost the reason why they would simply disappear from his life.

Kagami knew he was a healthy individual. He had urges of course. He also jacked off from time to time. But he was just the type of person who was not that into sex. He did it because his body would crave it once in a while, but up to this point he had never had a partner in bed who really unleashed the passionate side of him, the one that never wanted to let go in the morning and the one that wanted to keep on fucking forever.

He was just not that interested. He had never been attracted to men either. Sure he had eyes, yeah, and when he saw a handsome guy it was true he could appreciate male aesthetics, but that was all. No one had ever made him go out of his little shell and explore the eroticism of sexual gratification with the same sex.

Kagami had always thought once he was more stable, in his career, be it in Music or in a teaching job, since he was taking up masters in World History so he could work as a college instructor, once he knew everything was quite into place, he had always dreamed of settling down with a good woman, whether she was Japanese or American or whatever nationality she belonged to. He dreamed of quiet mornings sipping coffee, reading the newspaper while children scampered in the Living Room.

All his dreams were simple. And acceptable. He didn't want complications in his life. He didn't want to be gay.

It was simply an area of an imagination that he had not delved into. Did not want to explore. It was a novel idea. It was complicated.

And he did not want any of that.

No one, in his existence, had ever swayed his mind from the straight path.

No one, except this arrogant sonofabitch in front of him who walked ahead, purposely swaying his hips seductively in the hopes of getting Kagami to notice.

With horror, Kagami noticed all right. He noticed and he knew he was screwed.

Fuck.

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Ehehehe. Sorry it's so short. Thanks for following my story. Love you all guys from the bottom of myyyyy heart!