"A-Aominecchi! Hi, um, well, y-you're here for Takicchi, right? Here, take her! Me? Oh, no, I've got um, a job. The work schedules for a model are hectic, you know? You two have fun now..."

...Or so Kise had said while laughing away nervously before bolting out the door, leaving the pro to lock up a house that wasn't even his. Eye twitching, Aomine slammed the door shut and grunted. So much or any progress he thought he had made. Thinking back to the previous week, he tenderly touched his lips, heart fluttering when he remembered the surprise kiss the blonde had planted on him. He had been happy and excited – so eager to push ahead at maximum speed... but as a result Kise has withdrawn from him. Adding up all the ignored texts and phone calls in his head, Aomine felt disappointed as he realized that he seemed like a stalker more than anything else.

Hanging his head low, he took a seat on the top step of the porch and crossed his arms over his legs. A gentle force probed between his arms though, creating a crack between them which allowed blindingly bright sunshine to filter through.

"Leave me alone, brat."

Blue eyes stared at him in discontent, "When are we going to get going? Papa said you'd take me somewhere super fun."

"Your papa lied."

Taki narrowed her eyes and twisted her lips in disbelief, "What do you even come here for?"

"Who knows."

She crossed her arms and started tapping her right foot impatiently, "You definitely don't come to play with Taki. No matter what papa says, Taki knows better."

"Right, 'cause you're such a genius."

Scowling, she hopped down the steps, away from him.

Focusing back on his thoughts, he wondered about his life. What was he doing wrong? It was as if he took one step forward and three steps back. At this rate, what will he be able to accomplish in his remaining weeks? Okay, he didn't seriously think that he'd bring the girl with him. Rather, he didn't really even have a goal, nor, did he even know exactly what he wanted out of this. Everything he's done so far was impulsive, simply because he had wanted to be around the blonde – to go back to how they were before.

Go back, huh...

Too much thinking and yet still not getting anymore irritated him. Resigning, he looked up, searching for the little blonde. At the very least, chasing after her could relieve his mind from the agonizing process of ruminating. Shielding his eyes from the relentless sunlight, he discovered the girl crouching near a patch of soil, poking intently at something with a stick she had found laying around.

"What are you doing?"

"Having fun," she sulked, cheeks puffing out unhappily.

"That's fun?" He started to poke her, which made the child slap his hand away.

"More fun than hanging out with you."

"What a tomboy," he sighed, "Wouldn't you rather go play dress-up or whatever other girls your age play?"

"Shut up, you Ahomine. What I do for fun is none of your business. Besides, why do I have to do what other people do? I'm not them."

Touché, he thought.

Feeling some guilt, he stood up and picked her up – her little feet dangling in the air.

"Let go of me, you big old perv!" she squiggled around and whined.

"Fine. Just drop that stick and follow me. Time to go."

Her frown instantly turned upside down and he let go. Adjusting her little sun hat, she beamed at him, "Where are we going?"

Grimacing from the innocence of her expectant eyes, he said apathetically, "Wherever you want to go, I don't know."

If his lack of enthusiasm affected the spirit of the young girl, she didn't show it. Excitedly, she clasped both of her pale hands over one of his large ones and tugged him.

"The park! Come on, Ahomine, let's go play at the park!"

"Well, you're surprisingly easy to please," he remarked, but followed her lead, "If you grow up like this, your future boyfriend will have an easy time."

The two of them walked in the warm sunlight. Taki was humming to a unfamiliar song and skipping. Despite the roaring of the cars and the miscellaneous sounds from the animals, Aomine couldn't get his mind off of the tune the child was making. It was so catchy, and his curiosity got the best of him.

"What is that song anyways?"

"What song?"

"The one you've been humming for the past minute."

She smiled at him, "Oh! It's Papa's song. He wrote it!"

"Kise?" The blue haired man furrowed his brow. He's never seen the other man as a lyrical person.

"You want me to sing it? Taki can sing really well!"

"Uh, no. It's oka – "

Too late.

"K.I.S.E Shalala~!"

"The hell?" Aomine stopped her, "What the hell is shalala?"

"Shalala is shalala, don't be a dumbie!" she pouted, "Now, let me continue."

"No, no... it's okay."

Stubbornly, she ignored his protests and continued singing.

Ah, damn it. Why does the park feel further than ever before...?

"Kurokocchi! Kurokocchi!" Kise shook the smaller man's shoulders frantically, much to the other man's displeasure, "Takicchi is singing! Isn't she wonderful?"

"What would be wonderful is if you'd stop shaking me, Kise-kun."

"Hmm? Oh, right. Sorry!"

"Rather," a eerie voice popped up and the model turned to see a pissed off Akashi, "What are you doing, calling us here to stalk Daiki?"

"S-stalking? It's more like chaperoning..." Kise squirmed, guiltily.

"Why don't you go chaperone up there, with them? Instead of hiding behind while watching them."

"It's extremely creepy, Kise-kun. What would Taki-san say if she found out her papa was this disturbing?"

Akashi smirked, "Probably something along the lines as 'I don't want to put my laundry with dad's anymore,' or 'Stop talking to me in public dad! You're gross!"

"Noooo," the blonde man cried, "Don't say anymore!"

Disregarding the man's outbursts, although he would have loved to tease the man more, Kuroko asked, "Did something happen when you went out with Aomine-kun?"

Kise-kun pulled up his thin scarf to hide the faint blush that was appearing on his cheeks.

"Not really..."

The red-head yanked the accessory off and said, "Ryouta, are you trying to lie? In my presence?"

"I'm sorry!" he shouted, before remembering that they were supposed to be stealthy. Immediately, he covered his mouth, ducked down and scanned the area to make sure neither of their targets had heard him.

"Well?" Akashi looked down with his threatening eyes.

"I kissed him."

"So?"

"H-how can you act so indifferently!" he flailed his arms in embarrassment, "It's a big deal for me..."

"Ryouta, you went way further with Daiki back in the day," Akashi said plainly.

"To the point of being annoying," Kuroko added, "I remember that time when we all had to leave the locker room because Aomine-kun started – "

"Gyaaah!" Kise screamed, red from the memory.

Akashi slapped a hand over Kise's mouth and pushed him down as they saw Aomine turn around.

Thankfully, being the idiot he was, he forgot quickly about it and entered the park with the little girl.

"Ryouta, you're such a fool."

"It's all because of Kurokocchi," he whined, "Don't bring up stuff like that!"

"You shouldn't blame others for your own stupidity, Kise-kun."

"So mean."

His amber eyes were cast down and he murmured to himself.

"Hmm? What was that, Ryouta?"

A sad shadow flickered behind his eyes. "Is this really all right?"

"Is what all right?"

"After all I've done, after all of the hurt I caused him...Aominecchi still says that he doesn't hate me. Even all of this time, he still chases after me, no matter how hard I try to withdraw. Somehow, I can't help but get greedy and I feel myself slipping into his kind eyes. Is it really all right?"

"Would you have felt better if he did hate you?" Akashi said in a low voice.

"Maybe," Kise thought about it for a moment, "If he got angry, maybe I wouldn't feel this guilty."

Smacking the model on his forehead, Kuroko sighed, "Kise-kun is stupid and a coward."

"That hurts, Kurokocchi," he whined as he rubbed the reddening marks.

"Tetsuya is correct, though. What you're doing now – isn't it running away?"

Kise flinched, "Then what am I supposed to do? Letting him sweep me off my feet again? ... Wouldn't that just me taking advantage of him? I hurt him so much, for so long, am I even allowed to be happy?"

Kuroko raised a hand and Kise flinch, just as the smaller man patted him, "I suppose we can add selfish to the list."

The blonde opened his mouth to ask about that but was cut off, "Chasing after you is something Aomine-kun chose to do himself. Wouldn't that mean that loving you again is what will make him happy? You've only been thinking about yourself, and how it'd make you look. If you really treasure him, why don't you suck it up and play the part of the villain? Or, do are your feelings so shallow that you care more about your image?"

Kise let the words sink in and thought about them long and hard. Was the blue haired man right? Was he choosing the easy way out – the path with less pain? Perhaps he's been trying to run away after all, away from the guilt.

"So, Ryouta? Your answer."

Kise pulled his scarf up, despite the heat and closed his eyes, thinking long and hard.

"I'm still not convinced that I should be allowed to love again... and I'm unsure of whether or not we can still work. We're both grown men with jobs and a child to boot. I can't act anymore selfish... but I love him. I love Aominecchi so much it hurts."

"Good. All we needed to hear."

"What – hey!"

In a stealthy movement, Akashi had pulled Kise up and on his feet and was now dragging the man towards the park.

"Akashicchi! What are you doing?"

"You love him, so you're ready to turn around and meet him halfway, right?"

"It's too soon, Akashicchi," he panicked, "I'm not ready yet."

With a firm kick, the former captain smiled, "It's never too soon."

Kise landed face first onto warm sand, and had to cough the particles of rock out. Pushing his body up to sit upright, he felt the sun's ray disappear momentarily, and rubbed his eyes. Opening them he saw a familiar body blocking the sun.

"Akashi?" a deep voice called out, "and Kise – wait, didn't you say you had a job to go to?"

"It's been cancelled, right, Ryouta?"

"Um yeah..." Kise couldn't keep his eyes off the hulking man before him.

"Well then, he's all yours, Daiki."

"Akashicchi!"

"Hey, it's papa!"

Kise was panicking as Taki ran into his arms, and couldn't even open his mouth to holler out as Akashi left, leaving the man to stare awkwardly at Aomine.

Kise sat alone on the swing, swaying lightly along with the wind alone. From across the playground, he watched as Taki laughed in delight while Aomine pushed her up high. He'd have loved to join them, but wasn't sure of what to do. To the sadistic couple, he had said that he loved the other man too... and also agreed with Kuroko that he was just running away, but what should he do in this situation? The atmosphere was so awkward and he didn't know how to interact normally with the tanned man. If only heaven could give him a sign...

Thonk.

"Ouch!"

Something fairly hard smacked against Kise's head.

"Oi, Kise, you okay?"

Aomine and Taki came running towards him, wearing matching worried expressions.

"Yeah," he opened his eyes and peered down. Something round, rubber and orange was in his hands.

Tanned arms appeared before his eyes and scooped the ball away, "A basketball?"

A group of teenage boys ran towards them, bowing their heads low, "Hey! Sorry, but could you give that back?"

"Geez, watch where you throw this thing," Aomine scolded.

"We are very sorry!"

The pro sighed and tossed the ball back. Together, they watched as the group of friends ran back.

"You sure you're okay?" Gently, the man rubbed the model's head, searching for bumps. Kise moved quickly away and mumbled, "Y-yeah."

"Basketball, huh?" Aomine cracked his neck, "I haven't been able to play a decent game since I came back."

Taki glared at him, "Excuse me! You play against me every day!"

"Yeah," he scoffed, "You don't count as a 'decent' game."

"Why? I'm good," she pouted, "Right papa?"

Ruffling her soft, long hair, he absentmindedly nodded, "Yeah."

"You're not being very convoncing..." she sulked.

"Sorry, Takicchi."

Upset, she moved away, "Papa should play Ahomine then. Teach him a lesson."

"I don't think so, Takicchi," he smiled, "Papa isn't in the proper clothes... and we don't have a ball."

"We can go home first."

"He's just afraid he'll lose." It just naturally slipped out of Aomine's mouth.

"What'd you say, idiot?" The fire was lit in her eyes, "He'll crush you!"

She turned to Kise, and with eyes that no one could refuse said, "Papa. You can win, right? Right?"

He shifted his eyes away, "Y-yeah..."

Ah, I should've just said no...

Twenty minutes and a lot of dreading later, Kise stood in his baggy t-shirt and basketball shorts, bent over to tie his shoelaces. It was a nostalgic feeling, being in those clothes and having warmed up. Unlike the tanned pro in front of him who was spinning his basketball, the model hadn't played seriously for several years, since his freshman days at Kaijo. Juggling a job and child didn't leave him with much free time.

"Ready, Kise?" Aomine began bouncing the ball, sending a declaration of war.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he said sheepishly.

Lowering his stance, his muscles remembered the familiar feeling of basketball. Focusing on the man before him, he watched his every move. Bounce, bounce, bounce –

Swiftly, the pro moved, dribbling the ball with him as he made quick turns to get past Kise's defence which, honestly, was pretty low quality. Watching powerlessly, the blonde froze while the tanned man ran past him and performed a fade-away.

"You've gotten better," he smiled, in awe – his old flame for basketball reigniting.

"Obviously," Aomine picked up the ball and passed it to the model, snorting, "You've gotten worst – way worst."

Catching the basketball, his eye twitched, "No need to point out the obvious."

Their game continued, back and forth although Kise played rather poorly. Point after point Aomine scored. Kise made a couple basket's himself, but found it difficult to get past the pro player. Aomine was faster, stronger and overall so much better. Far too soon, the game had ended.

"Papa..." Taki sat wide-eyed with blatant disappointment painted on her face.

Huffing, Kise tried to ignore the wound on his pride.

"Huh," the basketball pro wasn't even out of breath, or sweating for the matter, "Is this all you amount to? What a let down."

"S-shut up Ahomine! Papa is just warming up..."

Kise looked surprised at his daughter's outburst and sighed. There was no way he could end this while looking so uncool.

"Hey, Aominecchi?"

"What?"

"One more time."

The three words brought years of memories back and Aomine smirked.

"Bring it."

Replacing the warm sun was the softly glowing moon and twinkling stars. Although the day had been warm, the breeze had become more chilly than cold. Laying on the court's pavement, Kise breathed heavily, in unison with the other man.

"You really improve quickly," Aomine huffed.

Kise smiled, "I was just regaining the skills that had gotten rusty."

"Still," the other man sighed exasperatedly, "No one should be able to get better at the rate you went."

Turning onto his side, Kise laughed, "I still couldn't beat you though."

"Even before I left, you've never beaten me. How could you have expected to won this time?"

"Oooh, don't remind me! Brings me back to our second year at Teiko. I always played with all my might but couldn't even score a point off of you."

Aomine grunted, "Back then, you were even worst than now. I couldn't even call what you played basketball."

"Haha, that's so mean, Aomiecchi."

His chime-like laugh faded into the silence of the night, and Kise could hear the other man sit up. Following his lead, Kise tried standing up, although faltering a little on his tired legs. A strong arm grabbed hold of him and steadied the model.

"Thanks," he murmured.

Aomine turned his face away, "Don't mention it."

Together, the two men walked over to the tree where the blonde child slept peacefully, wrapped in Aomine's sweater. The pro passed the ball he carried and reached down to carry the girl.

"Allow me," Kise quickly said, "I can carry Takicchi."

"And what will you do if you collapse? You're in no shape to bear anymore weight other than your own."

The blonde hated to admit it, but he was right. His entire body ached and he was ready to crash onto his soft bed. Obediently, he walked side by side to Aomine – slightly leaning on the man – who princess-carried Taki all the way home. Reaching the metal gate, the tanned man continued holding the girl and so Kise led him upstairs where both of them tucked her in.

Stepping out of the room, Kise whispered, "Would you like anything to drink or eat?"

Aomine shook his head, "Nah, I'll return to my hotel room."

"Let me walk you out."

Silently, both of them made their way out the front door and to the gate.

Stopping there, Aomine said his goodbye.

"Ah –wait," Kise pulled on the pro's t-shirt.

"You need something?"

"Yes – I mean no," he inhaled deeply, "I just wanted to thank you."

"For what?"

"Thanks for taking us to the zoo the other day. Thank you for playing one-on-ones with me today. And," he hesitated, "Thank you for not hating me."

"Anything else?"

Kise felt his heart flutter, and he debated whether or not to tell the man the last thing on his mind. He stood still for awhile, not moving and wondered if the man would walk away. Aomine stood still however, patiently waiting.

"Lastly," he murmured, lowering his already quiet voice into a whisper, "I missed you. Thank you for coming back."

Kise didn't immediately hear a response, and he checked his grip on the man's shirt, afraid that maybe he had disappeared. When he was sure that the pro was still present, he looked up.

"Do you remember that day we played basketball until it rained?"

Kise searched his memory and found it, "The one where we ran back here and then I.. ah.. ki...kissed... you."

He felt the butterflies in his stomach return and his face heated up.

"Yeah," the man's face relaxed and came closer to Kise's, "I could never forget that kiss."

Putting his palms against the other man's chest, the blonde tried to turn away, but warm hands held his face.

"Can you hear it?"

Through his hands, Kise could feel the reverberating thump of Aomine's heart, "It's fast..."

"Only when I'm with you."

Strong lips kissed him tenderly, as if he was something precious and easily broken. Kise bathed in the sweetness of the moment and felt the warmth spread down his body, his body reacted involuntarily. It was such a familiar sensation – so normal and natural, even if they haven't kissed like this in years. It made him feel so irrational and happy that when Aomine pulled away, Kise felt disappointingly cold.

Blank-minded from the head-spinning inducing kiss, the blonde only returned to a normal state of mind when the frosty wind grew stronger. Shivering, he said "I've got to go, Aominecchi," he murmured.

"Not yet. Let me talk."

"Aominecchi, I'm cold."

"Then I'll warm you up."

With his strong arms, Aomine held the other man's body close, so that Kise's back was firmly pressed against his own chest. Those long, tanned arms of him wrapped around the model's thinner body and he nuzzled his neck against his neck.

"I still love you, and I still want you," Aomine exhaled, warm breath tickling Kise's cheek, "You can push me away if you don't want me."

Push him, Kise, push him. But he didn;t.

"I want to hold you, to kiss you, to make love to you until the morning light. You can tell me to not."

Tell him, Kise. You know better.

Tilting the blonde's head to meet his lips, Aomine kissed him lightly, "Do you want me to stop?"

Say yes, Kise. Just say it.

Those eyes poured into him, ensnaring him. Deeper than any ocean, he found himself drowning in those dark blue irises. All of the barely suppressible feelings he held began overfilling, and flooded out of him. Heart aching, will wavering, his lips trembled as he tried to speak. With glazed eyes, he mumbled, "No."

Shaking his head, regaining his voice, he continued, "No, I don't want you to stop. I want you to hold me, to touch me, to kiss me. I want you to shove me onto my bed and do all sorts of things to me all night long. I want you to hold me until we're old and wrinkly, and not let go of me even then. I never want to have to say goodbye again, not even for a moment. I know it's selfish but..."

He paused, trying hard to not let his voice crack, "You're just too unfair, Aominecchi. Why did you have to come back? Since I saw you on the courts that day, I dreamed about you every night. I knew I shouldn't have, I knew that I didn't deserve to, but I just couldn't help myself. I thought about you, about your eyes, your voice, your touch – I don't even know how I could live without you. I don't know how I lived without you."

Silently tipping over the edges of his golden eyes, warm tears fell slowly, staining his red cheeks. Watching the blonde, Aomine released his grip on the man before spinning him around so he could embrace him face-to-face. With a tender expression, Aomine kissed him again, gently and lovingly like that day, so many years ago. This time, Kise didn't resist at all and returned the other man's passion with his own. Letting himself sink in the stability and love of the blue-haired man, the blonde wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. In response, Aomine tightened his arms around the model's waist, keeping him tight against his own body to the point that Kise was nearly suffocating.

"I love you, Kise."

His deep voice whispered sweet words into his ears, and Kise felt his armour being chipped away continuously. Impossible – yes, it was absolutely impossible, for him not to drop his guard and let the other man bare him (both metaphorically and literally) as their kisses drew deeper. Even in the cold wind, their skin flamed with heat, igniting the night. Each touch, each kiss, each breath – they all expressed the unfathomable amount of pent-up emotions both men had kept inside. Words would have cheapened the moment, and they telepathically knew that. They let their bodies speak, and melded on the king-size bed that night. All of the loneliness and pain of the last five years was bled out, exposed raw in the heat of their love.

Breathing heavily and deeply, their sweat glistened in the midnight moon as they collapsed into each other's arms. Kise's body ached, his mind tired and weary too, but he could not name a moment where he felt happier than this. Climbing on top of the tanned man, he leaned his face down so their foreheads touched.

"You're crying again," the larger man whispered, tongue outstretching to lick the single drop.

The other man shook his head and cradled Aomine's head, "I'm happy."

Stroking his face, the tanned man then pulled him down onto his chest and inhaled the sweet smell of his.

"Goddammit Kise, I..."

With the softest touch, Kise kissed him lightly, subtly silencing him. His eyes glowed in the faint moonlight and shimmered. "It's my turn."

Never breaking eye contact, the blonde's pale hand reached for Aomine's, clasping it tightly. Bringing their entwined fingers up to his mouth, Kise kissed each one.

"Thank you for the memories," he murmured after kissing the man's pinkie.

"Thank you for loving me."

"Thank you for coming back."

"Thank you for forgiving me."

"And," he paused before kissing Aomine's last finger, "Thank you for letting me love you."

After this, Kise looked back at the man's face.

"Geez, Kise, don't do something so embarrassing," was what he said, but there was no denying the happiness glowing behind his dark eyes.

Holding the man's hand to his own pale face, Kise laid his head down against the man's chest, comforted by the synchronized beating of their hearts.

"I love you, too, Aominecchi ... I really, really, love you."

*Scroll down past my A/N if you want to go straight to the AkaKuro short side story*

A/N: Sorry that this chapter was a little all over the place. Kise finally admitted his feelings ~ :3 Once again, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, I personally did. It's kind of a transition chapter because we'll be heading into the final arc of the story.

Btw, the song Taki was singing is "Shalala Goes On" and is the second character song for Kise... I just really like it okay xD

Thank you all for waiting so long ~.~

ALSO! Here's a little side story. It's Akakuro smut, although a pretty short one. I wasn't sure whether to post this separately, but consider it a little something from me to you :D (OTL okay fine... I just really wanted to write it kays xD)

It takes place shortly after Kise is shoved by Akashi. Honestly, I've been dying to write it...

I hope you've enjoyed this chapter and the side story!

Start of AkaKuro Side Story

"Will it really be okay to leave them along, Akashi-kun?"

Akashi looked at his lover and calmly stated, "If I say everything will be fine, it will be. You know that best, Tetsuya."

Kuroko still looked worried, and fell deep into thought. Trying to get the other man to lighten up, the red-head asked, "Where should we go for lunch? Would you prefer French, Italian, or a traditional Japanese meal?"

Dazed, the smaller man didn't respond.

"Tetsuya?"

After a couple of attempts, Kuroko still didn't respond. Annoyed, Akashi took a sudden turn which snapped the man's attention back to reality as his head slammed into the window.

"Aren't we going to eat, Akashi-kun? This is the opposite direction of your favourite places."

Serenely, he said, "Eating can wait. We'll take a detour."

Unable to take his mind off of Kise's situation, Kuroko paid no heed to the road and mindlessly rubbed his head. Hopefully, there wouldn't be a bump later.

The situation between Kise and Aomine caused his to fret, as it was so fragile and unstable. Kuroko worried that at any given moment, it'd just collapse. He recounted sadly of the day Aomine left for America, and how torn both of them were. According to Kagami, the aspiring pro skipped meals and focused only on basketball to elevate his hurt. As for the model, Kuroko had seen first-hand the toll child-bearing had on the man. If the pain of losing his lover wasn't already enough, the poor boy had to deal with hormones, and the symptoms all by himself. Kise had nearly given up on several different occasions... he had almost reached his limit and broken down. When things got too much, it was Kuroko who watched as the blonde man cried his heart out – something that the rest of the world almost never saw. Although he had received support, Kuroko remembered of the criticism the man had gotten from a certain someone as well...

"We're here," Akashi's voice rang out suddenly.

Distractedly, Kuroko got out of the car and followed the footsteps of his man's. Still ruminating on the past, he collided with Akashi's still back after walking a short distance.

"The pent house suite, for today. Put it on my tab."

"Thank you very much for your patronage, Akashi-sama. Here is your key."

"Key?" finally, the blue haired man returned to his senses and scanned his surroundings. Unknowingly, they had entered a rather posh hotel lobby.

"What do we need here, Akashi-kun?"

The other man stared blankly at him, and then grabbed his hand, leading the two of them into the elevator.

"Akashi-ku – "

Akashi stopped him from speaking by pushing his lips onto the smaller man's. Roughly, he stuck his tongue powerfully between Kuroko's slightly parted lips and forced the other's mouth open.

"Akashi-kun," he moaned, "Not here..."

"I can't hold it in anymore, Tetsuya," his voice made Kuroko melt, and he stumbled backwards, grabbing onto the rail that was attached to the elevator wall for support.

"We're in public..."

"I don't care," Akashi slid a hand downwards, skilfully unzipping the smaller man's pants. Kuroko tried to push the man's hands away, but to no avail.

"Always going on about Ryouta and Daiki – don't get me wrong, I wish for their happiness as well," the red-head murmured, hand slithering down cloth to grab hold of his lover's cock, "What I don't like, is how you keep denying me, Tetsuya. I've been deprived of you for so long."

"Nng..." Kuroko squirmed at his touch, heat rising whenever Akashi stroked him. Truth was, he didn't even realize how long it's been since they made love, not until Akashi touched him like this.

"That's why today, you'll spend all day with me. I expect both your mind and body to be here," Akashi bit the tip of the other man's ear and grinned as he heard the low groan, "Or else, I'll have to make you."

"S-stop, please stop," the blue-haired man moan as he heard the ding of the elevator. The doors opened and a flirting couple started to get on. Akashi pushed Kuroko behind him, shielding him and snarled, "We're busy here. Take the next one," and pushed the button to close the door.

"Now there's no need to stop," he murmured, and got on his knees.

Panting, the smaller man leaned forward, cock throbbing so hard that he thought he'd topple over.

"Tetsuya, you're so hard. Is it my imagination, or does doing this in public excite you even more?"

He wanted to deny it, but Akashi was making him feel so good that all that came out was a breathy, suppressed grunt.

"So thick," Akashi mused, "you haven't even done it yourself, have you?"

"Unn... " the man's voice came out breathily, "What about Akashi-kun?"

"There's no pleasure if Tetsuya isn't with me. I can only feel like this when it's you. Can you feel it?"

Kuroko groaned and helt his whole body heat up again when he felt the red-head push their hips together. His lover was hard too and so hot.

Body sweaty and face flushed, Kuroko could only pant. Akashi chuckled and put the other man's arm around him, half dragging him out.

"We're not even in the room yet and you've already came. I suppose I'll need to punish you," he said, seductively as he led them into their room. Slowly the door closed, with the faint noises of moaning coming from inside.