[11 years later/Present Time]

From every direction, the mansion hummed with the festive voices of party-goers. All around, massive decorations shone both within and out in the courtyard, shadowing the milestone event that was about to pass. Unlike the accustomed calm that typically situated itself in the air surrounding the Aomine property, today, there was an anticipating joy replacing it. Amongst the small crowd filling the all too big premises, there was not a single being not affected by the day's excitement – that is to say, save for one.

Jumping through a window on the ground floor, a tanned man effortlessly escaped the buzzing chatter that now filled his home. Scowling, he crouched, slowly making his way towards the giant oak that was his safe haven and hiding spot. Careful not to dirty the black tuxedo that he had begrudgingly donned that morning, he shuffled under the blazing sun. When he was finally under the protective arms of the tree and soothing cool of the shade, he let out a sigh.

So the day has finally come, the blue-haired man thought solemnly, creases forming around his weary eyes as he slumped against the massive trunk. Looping a finger through his tie, he released the knot in one smooth action.

Rubbing his eyes with large, calloused hands, the man leaned his head back and let his heavy lids fall. Large and sluggish, his body ached, his soul tired. At the age of thirty-six, one wouldn't expect him to feel so lethargic, considering the fact that he was still miraculously playing in the national basketball league. However, even with reality pointing otherwise, Aomine couldn't help but fall helpless as his surroundings faded to black.

[One year ago]

The scent of fresh flowers could be smelled in the air, the sight of small buds on the swaying branches of the oak sprouting could be seen – Spring had undoubtedly come once more. Cloudless and warm, the weather out was pleasant, a nice change from the gloom of rain that had dominated the weeks before. Despite it all, there wasn't a person out in the vast courtyard, not in the pool, not on the courts. Rather, the muffled murmurs that signified life were only found behind brick walls.

Gently, a cool breeze invited itself through an opened window of the large home, ruffling the magazines left scattered along the long counter. Pages flipping, the sound of the paper moving competed with the increasingly distinct voices heard in the other room. There, in the middle of an argument, were two men.

"Come on, Kise," the taller one growled, raising a small tin can in his large hands, "Let's put a little more on."

"Like I said, Aominecchi," a higher-pitched voice scolded, "There's no room for anymore whipped cream on the cake!"

Frowning, the blue-haired man bit his inner cheek but refused to yield to the blonde, "We can just pile some more on top – see? Like this."

To prove his point, he adjusted the nozzle of the can towards the top of the already white-covered cake and topped the whipped cream with even more whipped cream.

Exasperated, a pale arm reached out, panicking, pushing the nozzle away from the poor, deformed excuse of a confectionary. Unfortunately, the sudden jerking of the can caused the cream to explode all over a not so very amused tanned man.

"What the hell, Kise," the gruff man whined, scowling as he glanced down at the cream that now painted his t-shirt. With his free hand, he roughly yanked at the roll of Bounty that stood on the marble kitchen table.

Pouting, the model shot his partner a hurt face, "You started it, Aominecchi! I told you not to put so much whipped cream on the cake. Now look at it – how are we supposed to present this to Takicchi?"

"Well, why the heck do we have to have this thing home made," the pro basketball player grunted, rubbing the white stain viciously, "It'd be so much easier to just order the damn thing."

"Takicchi specifically ordered it to be made by us, and you know we have to because – ,"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Because it's the princess' sweet sixteen. Man, I don't get why Americans make such a big deal out of being sixteen."

Sighing, the tanned man gave up on cleaning up his shirt, grimacing as he decided that he'd bring it to the cleaners later. It would be a pity to throw it away; Taki had presented the shirt with 'Daddy' blazed on the back for his thirtieth birthday. On the other hand, Kise turned his gaze onto the 'cake.' Rubbing his tense shoulders, he leaned back and scrutinized the dessert. Sunken in on one side, over-dressed in white, extra crunchy on the bottom (read: utterly burnt)… he had to admit that it was a total failure. Despite all their efforts, he highly doubted that the girl would seriously be happy with this mess. Quite frankly, the taste was … sort of off too when they had tried it earlier. But then again, for their first time baking, it wasn't too bad, he supposed. Quietly, he wondered if he could get his cook to make one and pass it off as their own.

"Whether we understand it or not, so long as Takicchi is happy, that's all that matters, ne?" the blonde tried, trying to beautify the monstrosity that dared disguise as food.

"Tch, yeah, yeah. No matter what, that's the most important thing. Dang, living here for the past eleven years has made her into a spoiled little princess."

Rolling his eyes, Kise shot back, "You're the one that dotes on her the most, Aominecchi! You're not really in a position to say that."

"Nuh uh," the pro yawned, stubbornly denying all accusations.

"What do you mean, 'nuh uh?!' Every thing that she had wanted, you bought for her. Even if you said 'no,' you'd always go back, purchase it and then slip it into her room."

"Wasn't me," Aomine scoffed, obstinately.

"Then I guess it was Santa."

"Sounds right."

"In the middle of July?" Kise snorted, "Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, you let her go to those parties," the tanned man pouted in his defence, "Those were pretty risky."

"In what way?" the model sighed, crossing his arms.

"There were boys! Those little hormone raging jerkasses would try to do pervy stuff to her!"

"There are chaperones, and Takicchi has a good head on her shoulders. Besides, Soutacchi is always with her."

At the mention of his angel's boyfriend, Aomine only flared up, "Don't get me started on him. He's the little shit that I worry about the most."

"Souta-kun is perfectly mature and responsible," Kise defended, biting the inside of his cheeks, "Geez, what were you expecting? Her to live her life without boys?"

"Tsk, I knew I should have made her into a nun."

"Aominecchi…" the blonde growled, shooting daggers at his partner.

"Yeah, yeah, man, I was just kidding," the other man scoffed, and then muttered under his breath, "More or less."

At this the smaller man frowned but didn't comment on that remark. Giving up on the conversation, the blonde leaned against the refrigerator, tired. Since returning home, he hasn't had a moment's race. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed. Seeing him like this, Aomine approached his high school sweetheart, placing his forehead against the pale man's own, not unlike a habit of a loyal puppy. Taking the blonde's pale hands, he gazed into golden eyes worriedly. Having lived with the model for years now, the basketball pro came to learn a lot more about the blonde. Not only his favourite sweets or his habit of curling into fetal position as he slept, but also little signs of trouble that. One of which, was that a quiet Kise was always a bad sign.

"Stressed?" he whispered, eying the blonde caringly as he stroked the man's hand with his thumb soothingly.

"Sort of," Kise smiled softly, grateful for the gentle touch, "Parenthood is pretty tiring. I don't know how my mother and father did it with three."

Laughing softly, Aomine slipped his hands into Kise's, entwining slender fingers with his own, "Well, our princess is a handful."

"That, she is," Kise agreed, closing his eyes as their lips met. They shared a sweet, light kiss, soft and warm like the sun's glow. Gently, their mouths found one another again and again, soothing away all of his worries. Feathery and tender, Aomine's pecks pampered the blonde who drunk in on the sweetness that was the tanned man's lips. It felt like their first kiss, so innocent and playful, but underneath it still laid a hidden passion. Kise loved the way his partner held him like he was something fragile, precious – beautiful. Sighing contentedly, he nuzzled his way into the broad man's chest.

Seeing the way his love cuddled like a spoiled kitten, the pro's chest quivered with the vibrations of his baritone laughter. Relaxing in the smooth rocking of the other's chest, Kise closed his eyes as he listened to the lullaby that was Aomine's heartbeat.

"Hmm, it seems like Taki ain't the only one who's been over-pampered by me," the larger man murmured into the blonde's ear, who shivered in delight.

"What can I say," the blonde flirted back, breathlessly, "I'm addicted to your touch."

Giggling, Kise reached his fingers up, combing them through Aomine's hair as he planted kisses along the other's defined jaw line. Tracing the man's chilled features with his slim hands sent Goosebumps along the other's skin, hitching the larger man's breaths. Feeling warmth spread through his chest, he lightly stroke the blue-haired man's cheeks, loving the way he moved towards his touch.

"Ah," the blonde said, hands wiping off some remaining residue, "Wait, hold still. You still have some whipped cream on your face."

Efficiently sliding the cream off of tanned skin, he moved himself with intent on cleaning his hands at the sink. However, Aomine stood still as a boulder, unmoving.

"Um… Aominecchi?"

Grinning, Aomine planted his palms on opposite sides of his love, trapping him in place. Grabbing hold of the man, the basketball pro brought the cream-covered finger to his lips, and licked the full length of it slowly.

Taking in a deep breath, the blonde squirmed, trying to pull his hand away.

"A-Aominecchi… don't…not here…stop…."

"Hmm?" Aomine let out a mischievous snarl, "Stop what?"

Blushing furiously, Kise backed up until his back hit the refrigerator, "D-don't lick my finger – hey! Don't suck on it either!"

"Eh, no way," the blue-haired man complained monotonously.

"Aominecchi, I'm serious here!"

Latching firmly onto the model's finger, the pro nibbled lightly before letting go, glowering, "Hmph, fine."

Letting out a breath, Kise sighed, but his relief was short-lived.

Barely a split second after he had let the model's hand go, the basketball pro lunged forward, pushing his muscular body against the other man's leaner one. Hungrily, he wrapped his strong arms around the other's waist, pulling him closer as he nipped at the blonde's neck. Kise squirmed, but felt powerless against the stronger man's growing desire as he felt his own stir. Twitching as he felt Aomine's breath on his skin and wet tongue at the base on his neck as he sucked, the pale man had to suppress his needy moans.

"Haah… A-Aominecchi…?"

Not bothering to look up, the larger man replied as his hands made their way along the blonde's body, caressing all of his curves and edges. In his trademark, low growl, he sucked gently on the model's earring, "I only agreed to not suck on your finger… but I can taste the rest of your body, right?"

"T-that's… not…what I… meant…"

Head spinning from the heat, Kise could barely fit in a word between his heavy pants. Meekly, his palms shot up to his partner's broad shoulders to push him away but to no avail. With an animalistic snarl, Aomine only ended up pulling him closer, grinding their heated arousals together in such a way that forced Kise to let out a breathy protest.

"I… haven't seen you in so long," the blue-eyed man moaned in his husky voice that caused shivers to ripple down the blonde's spine, "I missed you. I wanted to touch you. I wanted you so badly….."

"I… missed… you, too," Kise huffed, so close to giving into the arms that wrapped so possessively around him. It had only been two weeks, but it felt like a decade. Even if it was for work, the separation it had brought the model from his family had been near intolerable. Even more, they've been busy with their daughter's needs and wants that they haven't had much time themselves. Frankly, the blonde had felt pretty lonely.

Secretly, it pleased him that he wasn't the only one feeling the distance.

Grunting, Aomine began to move rhythmically, growling animal-like, as their lower halves sparked with heat. Separated by only the flimsy cloth that made up their basketball shorts, Kise could feel their cocks both stiffen at the contact. Digging his face into the natural curve of the other's shoulder, he sucked desperately on the defined collar bone before him. Nipping and biting as his lover let out low, guttural moans.

"You're hard," he breathed, nearly resigned as his amber eyes flared with need.

Smirking, the taller man leaned down and pressed his lips against the blonde's own, "So are you."

As light peckings deepened, Aomine's hands naturally felt its way down, ducking under the paler man's shirt. Fingers inching slowly up his lover's body, he smiled as Kise moaned into their kiss when two fingers teasingly pinched a perk nipple.

"Nng…ahh…" the blonde groaned, pressing himself as close to the refrigerator as humanely possible, finally having completely given up. Bringing a knee upwards, he pushed the hulk of a man away, looking up with steamy eyes. Kneading slowly, he watched with lust as the tanned man's face flushed with desire, cock throbbing at his touch. Biting his lips, blue eyes clouded with pleasure before the pro could no longer resist.

"I want you so much right now," Aomine growled, hands tugging down at the other's pants, pulling down a pair of navy blue boxers in the process. Breathing heavily, azure eyes glazed lazily over the sight before him as a naughty smile played on his face.

"Don't just stare," Kise huffed, displeased with the sudden cold air replacing hot lips.

"Sorry," he muttered, palming Kise's pulsing member, "But… I couldn't get over how much I wanted to take you right away."

"Ahh…hnng…geez," the blonde moaned as the blue-haired man pumped his length slow and steadily, "You're just as much of a horndog as you were as a teen."

"Nah, I think I'm nothing like how I was back then."

"..Hah… H-how so...mmf…."

Giving the model a contemplative look as he moved his hand along the other's cock at an increasingly faster speed, Aomine shifted their positions so Kise was bent over the table, back towards the tanned man, "I'm an even bigger horn dog now then before."

Without a warning, the tanned man then proceeded to stick a long, slender finger into his lover, lubricated with the blonde's own pre-cum. Aomine felt pleased with himself as he felt the model's body jerk, succumbing to his touch. Surprised, the paler man let out a yelp that was quickly covered with a moan of pleasure. Attacked with the combined sensation of being pumped and penetrated with the tanned man's fingers, the amber-eyed man wasn't sure if his legs would keep his body up.

"Ah…mmph…nng…m-more," Kise whimpered, knuckles turning white as his fingers gripped desperately onto the countertop.

Complying, the basketball pro stuck another coated finger into the other, grunting as he felt the walls swallow them effortlessly. Hot, throbbing muscle encompassed his fingers, tightening at his touch.

"Shit, Kise," he exhaled shakily, sucking on the model's neck, "You feel so good."

Slowly, as if not to hurt the other with jerky movements, he slid in and out of the model, painfully slowly. Hot desire coursed through the model's lower half, wanting, needing more. Desperately, he moved his hips back and forth, plunging the tanned man's fingers deeper inside of him.

"Nn, ah… not…enough," Kise stuttered, drooling slightly from the increasing lust welling inside of him, "M-more…Aominecchi, J-just put… it in…already."

"Put what in?" Aomine teased, equally as breathless as he enjoyed the rose dust the blonde's cheeks.

"Your…. Cock… goddamn it," Kise nearly screamed, sexually frustrated.

Smirking, the taller man rolled his palms over Kise's other cheeks, spreading them apart as the smaller man spread his legs. Removing his fingers, he began to pump his own member roughly, reaching for the olive oil next to them. Lathering his hands with a generous amount of make-shift lube, Aomine covered his length with it subsequently. Grunting, he grabbed hold of the blonde's hips, sliding into his opening which welcomed him fully. Effortlessly, his large flesh entered his lover, and Kise couldn't help but scream as he felt himself filled to the brim. Squirming from the sudden heat that pounded into him, he squeezed his legs together, making more friction. At the sudden pressure, the tanned man groaned, thrusting deeper into the other at an increasingly frenzied pace.

"Nn…h-harder," the breathless blonde begged, pushing himself towards the blue-haired man, "Fuck me harder!"

Biting into his sleeve, the blonde's hips moved in rhythm as the pro rammed into his ass, pushing deeper with every thrust. Hands gripping harder onto pale flesh, Aomine increased his speed, pulling the blonde down onto him until it reached the base of his dick. Forcing himself as far in as he could, he smiled in contentment as he watched his own cock being swallowed deeply into the other man.

"Nn…Ahnn. Right… there. Mmf, Aominecchi…!"

He was close – they both were and knew it. Panting, the basketball pro wrapped his arms around Kise's waist, and began to pump the neglected cock once again, causing the man's spine to arch. Thrusting harder to match the speed of his hand, the tanned man began to lose his sight as they came closer and closer.

"Ah….ahhh! I…I'm ...coming…Aominecchi," Kise shouted, unable to hold it in anymore. Gripping the table more tightly than he has ever gripped anything in his life, he clung on as it was the only thing keeping him upright. Through amber eyes he saw white as pleasure coursed through his body.

"Fuck," the taller of the two flinched, feeling himself let go as the walls tightened around his length. Releasing into his lover, he willed himself not to collapse on top of the blonde, instead opting to snuggle against the model's back. Both entirely exhausted, they stood there, bent over, soaking in their after glow. Bodies trembling, they took a moment to catch their breath, oblivious to their surroundings.

Slowly, the tanned man slid his cock out of his lover's ass, watching blissfully as he saw his cum drizzle down slightly rosy cheeks. At the sight, he felt his length twitch and the lust returning. Carefully, he lowered their bodies onto the floor, looking down onto the blonde's body from above.

"Shit, Kise…I love you."

"I love you, too," the blonde whispered back, wrapping his legs around the man's waist, softly nibbling on his lips.

Still filled with desire, the tanned man pulled the man's hips closer, grinding their hardening cocks together. Skin against skin sent electric currents running down their bodies, and it took all of his willpower to not just ram into the blonde's ass again.

"Ready for round two?" Aomine asked, quietly into the blonde's ear.

"No way," Kise laughed, pushing him away gently, despite passion in his eyes, "Takicchi will be home at any moment."

"Oh, come on. She probably won't be home until late."

"No, Aominecchi, we need to clean up."

"Kise…"

Sulking, the basketball pro lifted Kise's wifebeater up, exposing taut nipples. Still starving for more, he began to suck greedily.

"Nn…haah, s-stop…"

"Not a chance~"

"S-seriously," the blonde whimpered, eyes glazed back from the afterglow and lust from the contact of their lower halves, "I mean it this time."

"That's never stopped me before, so just quit fighting," he snarled playfully, biting lightly.

"Mm…nn…haah…C-come on… I…h-heard a sound…."

"You're imagining things."

"No…r-really…."

"What," the tanned pro growled, pausing for a moment to listen. He was only greeted with silence, "See? There's nothing."

"Eh? But for sure I – "

As if on cue, the unmistakable sound of a key turning inside the lock cut through the air, freezing the two men in place. In the complete silence, the door creaked open and there was a light shuffling. The ruffling of clothes, the quiet murmurs – they prayed to god that it wasn't who they thought it was. Shutting their eyes closed, they prepared their hearts for what was to come. Swearing, their stomachs dropped as they braced for the death-like phrase.

"I'm home."

Taki.

We're screwed.

Skittering about on the tiled floor, the two men fell into a complete panic mode, desperate to clean the area. In a near mental breakdown, Kise found himself getting increasingly annoyed as he felt sticky liquid slide down his milky thighs. No matter how much he tried to clean, it felt like there was a never ending river of semen inside of him.

Frustrated, the blonde lashed out, keeping his voice to a low hiss, "Damn it, Aominecchi, pass me my pants!"

"Where the hell is it?" the pro growled back, trying to find his own as well.

Snapping his head around the stained floors, he finally found the discarded articles behind them. In a rush, he grabbed onto Kise's shorts first, tossing them carelessly towards the other man without regard for the fact that his hands had been sullied barely a minute ago. Catching it in a hurry, Kise tried to put on the shorts over his boxers when he realized that they were not the same as before, "Ah, you idiot! Don't wipe your hands on my shorts! It's all white now."

"Fuck, it was your own cum to begin with!" Aomine snarled back, remembering to wipe his hands only a little bit too late.

Frowning, the blonde began to wave his hands frantically as the sounds of footsteps got louder, "Dear god, what in the world am I going to do?"

"Just throw them in the trash and stick with your boxers," Aomine shot back, hurriedly wiping the remnants of sperm off of every possible surface.

"Damn it, Aominecchi! I told you no. I told you that I didn't want to. I told you that I –" trailing off, the blonde shut his mouth abruptly as a face popped up.

Standing at the doorframe leading into the kitchen, a familiar blonde, blue-eyed teenager stood, arms linked around a crimson-eyed boy. Both stood frozen, bewildered expressions plastered on their young faces. Obviously, they sensed something had happened, no thanks to the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Luckily, it didn't seem that they realized just what had passed.

"Um… hi…" the girl spoke, cautiously as she scanned the room, azure orbs landing on the dishevelled pair, "I'm…home."

Nodding his head towards the duo, the boy also greeted them with a calm voice, displaying none of the surprise before, "Ryouta-san, Daiki-san…"

""… Welcome home, Takicchi…and long time no see," Kise chirped, nervously, thinking that it not only sucked that his daughter was here but her boyfriend as well, "How are you, Soutacchi?"

"…Wonderful," he replied, expression not changing. Canting his head, he tried to read the mood of the room.

In place of his vice, the girl's eyes wondered, still bewildered as her sight landed on the mess on the vountertop, "So… is that cake?"

"C-cake?" Kise's voice cracked, realizing a little too late that his surprise was sort of ruined.

Snapping out of her confusion, Taki skipped forward to gaze at the whipped cream monster, "Is that for me?"

"N-no, hahaha," the blonde exclaimed, grabbing the cake quickly, hiding it from eye's view. Shooting a glare at the tanned man, he ushered the other to help cover him as he shoved the confectionary into the large fridge.

At a loss, the tanned man shifted from one foot to another, unable to figure out what to say. Stammering, he forced whatever words gracious enough to seep out.

"Oh, uh... that … was … something… that isn't…for… your birthday."

No fucking duh, you dumbass, the blue-eyed man silently cursed, kicking himself inside his head.

"Right, daddy, sure…" the blonde girl nodded slowly, corners of her lips tugging slightly upwards. Clearly, she didn't believe him, which made Aomine want to slap himself more, "Anyways, I have something to tell you guys today!"

"That's lovely, Takicchi," Kise sang, gesturing towards the hall, "How about we discuss it in the living room."

He was desperate to get the pair out, and to wipe off any traces of their activities in the spacious kitchen. Shame evident on his face, he wanted nothing more then to take a shower and bleach the house of what just happened. Scowling, he scolded himself for his lapse of control.

Tilting her head in puzzlement, the girl only stared at him worriedly, "Well, I don't mind but… why are you in just your underwear, papa?"

"Ah well," he choked," Papa's pants got a little dirty."

"I assume that whatever is on Daiki-san's shirt sullied your pants?"

The boy had commented without thinking, and then immediately regretting it as something clicked in his head, "Damn. Forget I asked. Never mind, actually."

Curious, Taki joined in, pointing to Aomine, "Oh, now that you point it out… What's that white stain on your shirt, daddy?"

"Taki," Souta shook his head, face turning slightly pale, "You shouldn't ask questions you don't want answers to."

"But you just did!"

"I know. That's why I took it back."

Watching the two, Aomine frowned at how highly perceptive the boy was. Shuffling awkwardly, he watched in horror as a face of confusion turned to that of recognition on his daughter's face.

Stammering, she took a step back, "What do you…oh. Oh. Wait…no… you're kidding, right? Oh my god. No. Don't tell me it's – okay you know what? Forget it. You were right. Oh my god."

Seeing his daughter's face turn tomato red, Aomine's mouth moved on its own, trying to defend himself but accidentally saying the wrong thing, "You brat, don't mess with her head. This isn't cum."

"Jesus Christ, no – daddy, shut up."

A look of disgust painted itself onto her face.

Mentally, the kicking turned into stabbing as he tried to clear up the misunderstanding, "But Taki, it's not what you – "

And failed again.

"LA LA LA LA LA, I can't hear anything!" she yelled, hands covering her ears.

"It's just whipped cream!" Aomine shouted, unable to hold his irritation back.

At this the girl yelled back louder, exiting the room hurriedly, "Shit, daddy, I really don't need to hear about what kinks you and papa have!"

Aomine tried to reach out to her but she avoided his grab. In the end, the two men were left alone in the kitchen, one pant-less, both pride-less. Listening as her footsteps faded down the hall, they stood flabbergasted at what just happened. Shamed, they lowered their heads and collapsed onto the floor.

"This is too much," Kise whined, covering his guilt-stricken face, "Kill me now."

"Tch," Aomine agreed, wishing that he could just erase the children's memories, "Damn it, I swear to god, I'm going to kill that brat of Tetsu's."

Neither knew however, just how close the tanned father was about to come in accomplishing that.

Several showers and an agonizing silence later, the two fathers found themselves sitting awkwardly on their white leather love seat. Fiddling with their thumbs, eyes were on anything but their child who sat opposite to them. Regarding them with her large, oceanic eyes, she bit the inside of her cheek and sighed. Brushing a lock of blonde hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, she shifted herself slightly towards the edge of the sofa. With a slight cough, she cleared her throat, bringing three pairs of oddly coloured eyes to her.

"Err, well," she exhaled slowly, wiping her palms on her black skinny jeans, "So… actually, you know what? This is kind of awkward… maybe we should talk another day."

"Ah no," Kise quickly interjected, "Say what you need to, Takicchi. Let's just…um, forget about what happened earlier, okay?"

Twirling her hair with a slender finger, Taki nodded, equally as intent on pushing that memory to a far, dark corner of her brain, "Okay then, um, well, what I wanted to talk to you about was my birthday…."

"I said that the cake has nothing to do with your birthday," Aomine blurted, startled, brain still buzzed from the earlier proceedings.

"Yeah, daddy," the girl laughed, "I know. I wasn't going to bring that up."

"Oh," he murmured, silently shrinking into the background.

Shaking her head, the teen couldn't help but smile at her fathers' anxiety and failure in keeping secrets. Relieved that the tense atmosphere was dissipating, she squeezed the hand that had entwined itself around hers. Glancing at Souta, she felt a faint warmth wash over her as ruby irises stared back at her lovingly.

"Okay, anyways," she chirped, slightly relaxed by her lover's silent encouragement, "Daddy, Papa, you remember how you said that I could have anything I wanted for my sweet sixteen?"

"Of course, Takicchi," the blonde replied right away, unwaveringly.

Aomine on the other hand scoffed, "So long as you don't ask to be better than me at basketball. We're not genies or anything so impossible things are out."

"Daddy, shut up," the girl spat playfully, throwing a pillow at him.

In retaliation, he threw one back, hitting her square in the face.

Pouting, Taki stood up, "What was that for?!"

Sticking his tongue out, the tanned man shrugged his shoulders, "You started it!"

"Geez, no matter how old you get, you don't get any wiser! You're still Ahomine."

"Don't call your dad an idiot, you idiot daughter," Aomine said, throwing another pillow.

"What the – you're such a hypocrite," she shouted, declaring war as she walked over to pull his tanned cheeks, "Who's the idiot now, huh?"

In a very (im)mature fashion, the pro reached up and began tickling the girl who abruptly fell over onto him.

"Hmm, it looks like you, doesn't it? Once a brat, always a brat."

"Nnn," the teen wriggled, trying to hold in her laughter, "S-top it, you stupid ganguro. It tickles!"

"Say mercy," he shouted, smiling excitedly.

"N-never!" she laughed, trying to tickle him back.

To her dismay, her arms were easily held down by the muscular man's. Despite standing at 170 cm tall and sporting a lean, toned figure, her strength paled greatly against her hulk of a father. Easily defending against her attacks, the basketball pro began to laugh at the scene of the girl trying to wriggle out. Puffing out her cheeks, the girl frowned as she saw that her fingers never reached his skin. To add insult to injury, her body was soon subject to uncontrollable laughter.

"P-papa, Souta! Help me," she chuckled, slapping away the tanned man's hands to no avail.

Aomine, laughing, cackled menacingly, "Hah, no one can save you now, princess."

"I give, I give! Geez," she giggled, climbing desperately over the blue-haired man's legs. Still chuckling, she wrapped her arms around Kise's neck who then hugged her close protectively.

"Now, now," the blonde chastised, "Hands to yourself, Aominecchi."

"Don't ruin the fun, Kise," the other man whined, folding his arms.

Glaring at him, the blonde didn't relent, "This conversation will get nowhere if I let you tickle her to oblivion."

Raising his hands in resignation, the pro pouted, "Fine, fine."

Then, Aomine turned his gaze towards the girl and smiled slyly, "But afterwards, I'm going to tickle you like crazy."

"You just try," Taki barked, wagging her tongue at the man, taunting him.

"Come on, you two," Kise scolded, bopping both of them on their heads, "Behave yourselves."

"Tch, look at what you did," Aomine scowled.

"Me?" the blonde girl gasped in exasperation, "You're the one acting like a five year old!"

Sighing, Kise rolled his eyes, "Children, please."

"Yes, mom," the tanned man-child commented, immediately shutting his mouth once the model shot him a look. Despite their little spat, the tanned father and daughter shared a look, slightly giddy at irritating the usually peppy model. Clicking his tongue, the blonde then shifted his attention onto the fifteen turning sixteen year old in his arms.

"So, Takicchi, did you decide what you wanted as a present?"

"Hm? Ah, yeah," she remarked, eyes focusing uncertainly. Suddenly, a feeling of unease fell over her usually confident self.

"Well?" Kise asked, patiently but with anticipating eyes.

"Um, erm… well…"

"Yes?"

Shaking her head, she slapped her cheeks, before looking at both of her parents. Standing up, she took a deep breath and smiled.

"Just to confirm, you guys said anything, right?"

"Of course," Kise smiled, wondering why the girl kept repeating that. Meanwhile a small voice in the back of his head warned him that he probably never should have made such a promise in the first place.

Well, what could go wrong though? He comforted himself. It wasn't as if money was a huge issue, considering how much they made. In the very worst case scenario, he might have to borrow some money from the sadistic couple, but even that he could live with. Unfortunately, as reality would have it though, her desired 'present' had nothing to do with materialistic desires though… at least not directly.

"Well then," she spoke, slowly and deliberately, but with an assuredness that was beyond her age, "Daddy, Papa, I want to get married."

Married… huh…

Aw fuck it all.

This was so much worse.

A/N:

TBC in part 2 ;D

Hey… I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT THIS! I know I've delayed this like crazy but believe me, I wrote and rewrote this so many times… it never turned out the way I envisioned it sob. Finally, I've finished writing it but it's been split into 2 parts because somehow, it's gone beyond 12 000 words OTL. Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed part one (which was basically the setting up and shameless smut that I really wanted to write lmao). Thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated *hugs*

P.S. Part 2 will be released early next week if not earlier. I PROMISE THIS TIME. I'VE ALREADY WRITTEN THE ROUGH COPY AND I ACTUALLY LIKE IT THIS TIME.