Rating: M

"I told you that you're just misunderstanding!"

For nearly an hour now, they've been at it. Aomine trying all he can to make his lover believe that the kiss he'd seen shared between some girl and the tanned male himself had, in fact, been one sided. He'd pushed her away immediately, but as fate would have it, the blonde hadn't stuck around long enough to witness that.

"She was just your type, Aomine! Cute, girly, big breasted. How could you not go for someone like that over someone like … me. I understand. I just … I wish you'd have told me and let me go before I had to go and get this hurt about it! I love you, you asshole, and even if you don't love me back, it doesn't change my feelings!"

And without giving the power forward the time to react, Kise ran from their shared apartment and out into the pouring rain.

He'd only gotten as far as the next block over before it became impossible to see through the storm. The model now sat crouched against a wall under an overhang, his face hidden in his knees as he let out the tears he'd thankfully held in while still facing Aomine. He'd really believed in their relationship … that Touou's ace could have actually fallen for him in the same manner that he's been all these years. But of course, Kise shouldn't have deluded himself into that fantasy.

"I'm such an idiot!"

Letting out a strangled scream, the small forward hadn't noticed that he was no longer alone.

"Yeah, you are. But you're probably thinking that for the wrong reasons."

Aomine.

Kise wiped futilely at his eyes before giving up and gazing up at the taller who stood with an umbrella in one hand while the other reached down for him.

"You're an idiot for doubting me. You are, aren't you? You're doubting my love for you right now. That's what this whole thing is about. It's because you're insecure. Look … I can understand why you'd think that way. You are the only guy I've ever even thought of in this way, after all. It came as a shock to me, too. But Ryouta, you have to understand something. The only one for me is you. That chick kissed me and I pushed her away as soon as it happened. I swear to you, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. I know I'm not the most honest and trustworthy guy, but when it's Ryou I want to be a better person. I love you, moron. Now get your ass up here."

Blinking in disbelief at the long string of words that had left his boyfriend, the blonde only took a moment of hesitation to lift his hand and rest it in the other's. He let himself be pulled up and was surprised when a pair of lips met his own in a kiss that spoke volumes.

Suddenly, Kise found himself with his back against the marble wall, hands pinned on either side of his head and the sound of an umbrella clattering to the cement echoed through his quickly fogging mind.

"D-Daicchi, what are you— mmph, hah … "

"Making sure you know who I belong to."

With that, slightly chapped lips began devouring pale skin, moving along the expanse of the blonde's jaw and neck easily. He nipped teasingly at the skin before releasing one of the captive hands and trailing his fingers down Kise's chest and torso until he reached his inseam. Sapphire hues clashing with amber, he placed gentle kisses around the other's face before letting their lips meet again in a hungry, yet loving kiss.

In no time at all, both pairs of jeans had made their way to their ankles along with their undergarments and once the small forward was prepared enough, Aomine quickly buried himself within his boyfriend. Kise's legs moved to wrap around the tanned male's waist, gasping out as the action caused the other to go even deeper, hitting that little bundle of nerves. The smirk on the other's face was the only warning sign before the ace began thrusting upward, pressing as close to the blonde as possible and letting out a low growl.

They were surrounded by wanton moans and guttural groans as they each found themselves nearly falling over the edge. Steadying Kise against the wall, the power forward moved one hand to stroke his lover's aching member in time with his ragged movements until they both came together, crying out the other's name.

Staying like that until they caught their breath, Aomine slowly pulled out and redressed himself, helping the blonde do the same before retrieving the all-but-forgotten umbrella. Taking the smaller's hand in his own, he laced their fingers together and offered a loving smile.

"Let's go home, Ryou."

A brilliant smile that, in Aomine's mind at least, put the sun to shame was given in return as he squeezed his boyfriend's hand.

"I'd love nothing more, Daikicchi."