Warning: This chapter features a shooting range and guns. All shooting is done in a safe and controlled environment. No one gets hurt.

Also, there's smut. Yay!

And plot. Lots and lots of plot.

Chapter Five: Request

When Aomine saw Momoi step out of that office, he knew he was fucked.

Momoi was a prodigy in her own right – a sharp intelligence and unrivalled information gathering skills had made her the perfect candidate for working as a criminal profiler. She had spent the better part of the year training in Fukuoka, where she had apparently helped identify and track down many important criminal figures – an astounding feat for a beginner of her age.

And he knew she would be returning in December, it had always been there niggling in the back of his thoughts, but the last few months had been so busy that it had slipped his mind.

So seeing her walking out of that office, strawberry hair tied perfectly and suited up like a professional, he knew things were going to get harder than they already were. Momoi wasn't like the rest of them. She was smart, mature and innocent. Aomine had made sure she didn't get involved in the past, and now she was involved in one of the worst possible ways.

As he walked out of the precinct to follow the pouting woman, he could feel an oncoming headache and the faint burn of panic in his chest.

"Oi, Satsuki, please slow down. I need to talk."

Momoi turned around in her heels – how do women even do that? – and planted her hands on her hips. "No, Dai-chan, I need to talk to you." And Aomine knew that he wouldn't get a word in for at least the next ten minutes, so he walked over to Kagami's car and leaned against it. It was far away enough from the entrance to avoid any eavesdroppers. Momoi glanced at the Toyota with a quirked eyebrow. "That's not your car. Unless you got a new one."

"It's Kagami's," he replied thoughtlessly.

Momoi's face instantly brightened. "Kagami Taiga? The guy you had the hots for for years?" she grinned. "Oh my god, Dai-chan, I can't believe you didn't tell me! Congratulations! I want to see him. Is he here today? Wait…I remember you saying he was a redhead…" her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. She had an amazing knack for remembering faces and names, which helped her tremendously in her career. And that skill clearly showed itself when she placed a hand on her mouth and gasped. "No way. That ripped hottie who was standing beside you? Holy shit, Dai-chan, you hit the jackpot."

Aomine's cheeks was reddening at her every word and he cradled his face in his hand. "Honestly, Satsuki. Yes, him. And we're partners, we aren't…well, we aren't supposed to be dating."

"But you are?" she smirked. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I'm just happy to know there's someone taking care of your useless self." Her face grew stern. "But I need to make it clear that I won't have you interfering with my job. I don't care if you think it's weird or awkward working with me. I take my work very seriously, and I made sure to beg all my superiors so that they would assign me to Tetsu-kun's division." She smiled. "Aida-san told me about your curious little operation. Although it sounds a bit weird, I'm going to try my best. I guess I'm pretty happy that I can work beside Tetsu and you. Oh, and your hot boyfriend."

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Satsuki, you…you have to go someplace else."

She looked at him, confused. "Why?"

"You just have to. It's not safe," he gritted out.

She rolled her eyes. "Now look who's doing the smothering. I knew it was dangerous when I decided to join the force."

"Not like that," Aomine shook his head. How could he tell her in a way that she would understand? "It's just…it's just that…I don't want you to get hurt, I don't mean just physically. And the best way to avoid that is if you just transfer out. Just listen to me for once."

Momoi opened her mouth to retort but her pink eyes filled with realisation and dread. "This…does this have something to do with Akashi-kun? I…I knew something had changed in high school, but…is this…that thing you refused to tell me?"

Aomine swallowed, forcing a scowl. If he couldn't do it nicely, he'd just have to push her away for her protection. Like he'd done in high school. "Huh? What does Akashi have anything to do with this? I'm just saying that you're just going to be a hindrance to me and Tetsu. You'll need constant care, and we don't have the patience to be bossed around by two annoying women. I'd rather-"

Aomine's next words were interrupted by a ringing in his ears and a sharp sting on his cheek.

"Did…did you just slap me?"

"I know what you're doing," Momoi pouted, her eyes flashing anger rather than the hurt Aomine was hoping for. Hurt that would've driven her away. But Momoi had never been weak like that. "I'm not letting it happen again. This time, I'm here to make sure you don't get into trouble. I don't care what happened in the past, I'm going to make sure you don't do anything stupid in the future. Because that's something I can change."

And with a huff and a flick of her head, she stalked back into the building. Aomine stared after her, warmed by her words and simultaneously worried by them.

"That makes her our enemy, in a sense."

His jumped at the voice, relaxing slightly when he saw Kuroko leaning against the other side of the car. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," Kuroko shrugged. "Aomine-kun, Momoi-san is a strong woman. Trust her."

"She's gonna figure it all out," Aomine absently traced his fingers on the edge of the car door.

"They all will, in the end."

"You sound confident," Aomine scoffed. His navy eyes met pale blue. "And you? How do you fit in all this? Akashi said you weren't being cooperative."

"He said you were quite the pain too, but we can't all be easy targets," Kuroko said. "But more importantly. Kagami-kun. If I find out you're playing with him, I'll be very angry."

Aomine supressed a shiver at the coldness in the words. "Tetsu. I'd never play with him. You now that." He looked down at his hands. "It's kinda impossible to avoid him, so I thought that I can protect him better if I get closer. And…I want to get closer. I know that's selfish of me, but I…it's almost as if I can't control myself when it comes to him. I don't know how I lasted over five years like this." Once I got a taste, I realised what I'd been missing. And now I can't get enough. He snorted. "Listen to me. I sound like some sappy wimp from a romantic drama."

"You've always been selfish," Kuroko leaned his head against the car. "And you've always been a wimp."

"Hey!"

Kuroko eyebrows drew slightly together. "Has Kagami-kun…mentioned anything to you? Any leads?"

"No," Aomine looked at him curiously. "Why?"

"So it's a secret, huh? Kagami-kun needs to be more careful," the shorter man whispered under his breath.

Aomine frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Kuroko's lips twitched. "You know how Akashi-kun doesn't like it when we talk to each other about anything related to his…plans. Well, I have to go be a responsible worker, unlike some people," he muttered and walked around the car. "Take care of Kagami-kun. The only reason I haven't shot you is because I know you can make him very happy. But you can also cause him a lot of pain. Very few people have that power. Feel honoured."

And with that, he walked off.

Aomine sighed, checking his watch. Better get started.

Kagami was panicking. Beyond panicking.

It wasn't there. It wasn't there. It was there yesterday! Where did it go?!

Kagami patted his jacket pockets for the umpteenth time, locking his car after scrambling through it searching for his only lead. And an illegal lead at that!

After Kagami had spoken to Riko, he spent the morning perusing Takao's past files for any clues. The miscreant himself had been released the following morning, so Kagami hadn't seen him since that night. That led him to remember that he had a completely illegal bottle of heroin in his pocket.

And now it wasn't there.

"Fuck," he hissed.

"Something wrong, Kagami-kun?"

The redhead turned around to see his former partner lounging by his car. "Kuroko! What're you doing out here?"

"Sakurai-kun and I need to go back to Fuchu Prison for the afternoon," he replied offhandedly. "What's wrong?"

Kagami pursed his lips. "Ah, no. I just seem to have misplaced something." Don't ask me what because sorry Kuroko, this is something I can't tell you.

Kuroko raised an eyebrow. "You are a clumsy oaf at the best of times. Remember that time when you were looking all over for your car keys but they were in your desk drawer all along?"

Kagami snorted at the memory. "Yeah, I turned the whole stationhouse upside down looking for them."

He smiled softly. "Sometimes what you're looking for is always right under your nose, but you never see it." He waved at Kagami. "Well, I need to be off, but let me know if I can do anything. I'll always be here to help."

Kagami grinned. "Yeah, same here, Kuroko. Thanks."

The second Kuroko turned his back, Kagami tried to nonchalantly return to his desk. His heart was hammering in his chest. He hadn't checked his desk drawers yet, because he had been so sure that he had pocketed that vial of powder. It didn't hurt to check, but he severely doubted it was there.

When he pulled the drawer open, a familiar plastic cylinder with a yellow lid rolled and clanked against the wooden walls.

Kagami's mouth went dry.

Could…could it have been Kuroko? Kagami shook his head. If Kuroko found a vial of heroin lying around, he would have brought it to Riko, not him. Then did Kagami himself put it in his drawer after interrogating Takao?

Kagami massaged his forehead. The days had become a blur. He couldn't remember everything he had done. But if anyone found this beauty lying around in his belongings, he would be asked questions he didn't have the answers for. He discreetly picked up the bottle and shoved it in an inner pocket. It would be harder to fall out now.

He'd have to deal with it when he got home. Kagami was half inclined to ask Aomine, he specialised in drugs after all, but didn't want it to seem suspicious. He'd have to try by himself first. He needed to get to the bottom of this Kiseki mess. For his mother. For himself.

And so the days passed on, with no luck. The week was slowly ending, and Riko was not looking happy with their lack of progress.

Tracking Takao down was proving to be surprisingly hard. That bottle provided no clues Kagami could use, and he was at the end of his rope. But…there was one incident from early last year that stood out. Takao had been providing information on a small-time gang involved in multiple homicides, and they found him meeting up with Kagami. Takao had gotten shot, but ran away before Kagami could force him into a hospital. However, no hospitals had alerted him to any gunshot injuries, which could only mean that Takao had been treated secretly. All gang members had been arrested, so that was another dead-end. The phantom doctor that would have treated Takao was the only lead. And Kagami had gotten nowhere with it.

Kuroko seemed to have disappeared too. It seemed as though he was always running errands with Sakurai all over the city.

The new addition, Momoi, was constantly pouring over documents with Imayoshi and Riko, pink eyes scanning and calculating. In Kagami's opinion, she seemed to be assessing the team members too, given by the way those eyes bore into him sometimes.

Surprisingly, Aomine seemed to be helping the other members of his team. He'd even been in Riko's office a couple of times, but the first time he'd visited, she hadn't been in. It was sign when the shutters were drawn that she was somewhere else. Aomine had seemed to have spent quite some time in there alone, maybe waiting for her, but Kagami had other things to worry about and hadn't paid it much thought.

"How's it going with Aomine-kun?" Imayoshi asked with his feline grin, looming on top of Kagami's monitor.

Kagami hurriedly closed the window and stood up. That was a close call, he thought to himself while smiling at his superior. He had been tracking down all local heroin dealers in hopes of finding a lead, but they seemed to have gone so deep underground that not a trace remained.

Whoever the kingpin of this operation was, they was doing a damn fine job of covering their tracks.

Kagami cleared his throat. "Well…the usual. Arguing. I honestly don't understand why I was paired up with him," he admitted. Although I guess I'm glad I was.

Imayoshi snorted. "Aomine's a bit of a problem child, and you're the station's goody two-shoes, so you can keep him in line."

"So I'm his babysitter? Wouldn't Kuroko have been a better choice?"

Imayoshi shrugged. "Aida-san and I wanted it to work both ways. Aomine's a diamond in the rough, and you're too uptight. He might teach you that sometimes, it's okay to bend the rules. Just don't break them."

Kagami felt words fall out before he could stop them. "Like how you and Chief are breaking the law by carrying out this investigation? She told me everything. Off the books."

Imayoshi didn't seem fazed at Kagami's knowledge, which unsettled Kagami even more. Just how much had those two planned together? "Bending the law," he smirked. "I'm sure you'll learn much from each other."

"I've learned plenty," Kagami mumbled to himself.

Imayoshi patted him on the back. "Stressed? Why don't you go clock a few hours at our shooting range down the road? It doesn't see much use anyway."

Kagami quirked an eyebrow. Was Imayoshi being…thoughtful?

"It's Susa's shift, and he informed me it's all empty right now. I'm sure he'll let you have the whole place to yourself for some quality time," Imayoshi winked. Kagami shook off any feelings of suspicion with a shrug and decided to follow his superior's suggestion.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The faint smell of smoke tickled Kagami's nose, and the weight of the gun felt strangely comforting in his grip. His muscles strained against the recoil, both hands gripping the cool metal tightly.

Strange how something he hated so much could make him feel so much better.

Flicking the safety catch, he put the gun down. He pressed the buzzer beside him and the target before him rumbled forwards, hanging in tatters. A few of his shots had missed. The torso was riddled with a couple of holes, but the oval outlines for the head were completely unscathed. He weighed the gun in his hand and scowled.

He wasn't really concentrating anyway.

He removed the earmuffs and was removing his glasses when he heard someone enter. He looked up to see a familiar face.

"Why are you here?" Kagami asked.

Aomine eyes glanced at Kagami's decimated target. "The same reason we all come here."

"To practice?"

"To release stress." Aomine placed the case he was holding on the ground and popped it open. "Imayoshi said we weren't spending enough time together. Looks like he thought we needed to bond more."

Kagami rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Because you don't need any more practice, do you, Mr. Perfect Shot."

Aomine grinned at the remark, indicating Kagami's target with a tip of his head. "Looks like I could give you a few pointers, Kagami."

That voice should definitely be illegal. Kagami was going to file a report for it one day. One day.

"I don't need your help," Kagami muttered but didn't complain when Aomine put on his safety gear and approached him while he pinned up a new target. He pressed the buzzer again and put his earmuffs back on along with the glasses. Picking up his weapon and aiming down the range, he tensed when he felt two hands place themselves on his hips and warm breath ghost softly against the nape of his neck. Aomine's thumbs rubbed soothing circles into Kagami's back, and the redhead relaxed. Kagami was pleasantly surprised at the intimacy, unfamiliar but not uncomfortable, and certainly not unwelcome.

"A Desert Eagle, Kagami? Is that a personal favourite or something?" Aomine murmured directly beside Kagami's ear, loud enough to be heard through the earmuffs. It wasn't very good for Kagami's grip because his palms suddenly got sweaty.

"Well, we shouldn't be using these monsters out of the shooting range, but it's a good skill to be used to all types. Just in case," he mumbled, too aware of the close proximity of Aomine's lips to his skin. "I'm…not too fond of guns," he said a little louder. He pulled the trigger, his body pushing against Aomine's due to the recoil.

Bang. Missed. A little more to the left.

Aomine hummed, his hands caressing Kagami's sides. "Is that so? You've got one at home though. A Glock. Is it registered?"

Kagami shrugged as Aomine's hands travelled upwards and rubbed the tension from his shoulders. Kagami felt his aim was a little shaky. "What do you think?"

Bang. Another miss. Too much to the left.

He could feel Aomine's lips press gently beneath his ear. "I think that you definitely aren't the angel everyone keeps saying you are."

"Well, I think you definitely are the asshole everyone keeps saying you are," Kagami retorted, scrunching his nose in an effort to appear annoyed and not aroused by Aomine's breath.

Bang. Shoulder hit.

Aomine's chest pressed up against his back as his hands snaked down Kagami's arms. Kagami tried very hard to ignore the feeling of Aomine's crotch against his lower back. He was failing pretty badly.

"So, you found anything useful on your CI?" Aomine asked as his hands curled around Kagami's.

His hands are warm, Kagami thought. "Not much. What have you been up to?"

"Wakamatsu's been chasing up some old Narco buddies for drug info. I've been helping him pull some strings, but they're all pretty quiet," Aomine said, his voice a little distracted. "Maybe we should…"

Kagami tilted his head slightly to glance at Aomine, and met a pair of dark eyes that seemed to bore straight into him. He felt Aomine's hands tighten on his. "Work together? Don't worry. We'll nail those bastards." Kagami looked back into those eyes, tried to decipher the emotions in them, as he felt his finger being gently pressured.

He pulled the trigger.

Headshot.

Not that Kagami saw it, since Aomine was too busy kissing him. Kagami's grip slackened as Aomine took the gun from him and instinctively flicked the safety on before placing it on the counter before them. Aomine pulled back long enough to remove their glasses, and then their mouths were sealed once more. Kagami plucked their earmuffs off and tossed them to the floor, gripping Aomine's shirt and pulling him closer. They stumbled backwards until Aomine's back hit the bulletproof glass behind them.

It had been about three days since they'd properly seen each other.

Dear god he had missed the smell of Aomine's cologne. Missed the wetness of his tongue. He realised it again, when Aomine's fingers rubbed his back and stomach, that he craved the other man. It wasn't like a small crush, or a fleeting attraction. He needed Aomine's touch like he needed water.

Aomine wasn't exactly any different. He nibbled Kagami's bottom lip before coaxing Kagami's tongue into his mouth, his fingers roaming over the cool skin of Kagami's lower back. They moved lower and lower…slipping past Kagami's belt before the other released his grip on Aomine's locks to hold his arms.

Lusty red eyes blinked up into hazy blue ones.

"I'll do it this time," Kagami rasped, lips swollen and cheeks red. His hands shook as he undid Aomine's belt and Aomine gripped Kagami's wrist.

"You don't have to," he said, biting his lip.

Kagami looked somewhat offended. "I want to!"

"I…I don't have any condoms."

Kagami averted his gaze. "I know that! Now shut up and let me do it."

Aomine's mouth dropped as Kagami kneeled in front of him. "A-are you-" his words choked off when Kagami pulled his pants down and looked straight at his dick. Kagami's face coloured but before Aomine could ask him to stop, his mouth covered the tip. Aomine rammed his head against the glass as he felt the wet heat. "FUCK."

He could feel Kagami smile. He could feel a lot of things. Kagami's silky cheeks, slightly rough tongue, the light grazing of his teeth. His toes curled in his shoes as his fingers curled in soft cerise strands. Kagami's tongue was magical. It was slightly hesitant, exploring almost shyly, pushing with teasing pressure before he relaxed his jaw and took Aomine's even deeper. Aomine's eyes fluttered at the feeling of Kagami's throat constricting around him. This definitely wasn't Kagami's first blowjob, and that pissed Aomine enough for him to accidentally thrust into Kagami's mouth as an irrational act of possession. Kagami's nails dug into Aomine's hips as he pulled away slightly, gagging faintly.

The image of Kagami's lips around him, his saliva and Aomine's pre-cum dripping down his chin as he looked up with pupils blown wide, slight indignation flickering in his gaze, was too much for Aomine. Aomine rolled his hips, groaning as his sensitive spots rubbed against Kagami's tongue.

Kagami gasped at the sensations. He could feel the strain against his jeans. Aomine's length was in his mouth. That thought was enough to get him feeling hot. He loved how Aomine guided his head with fingers massaging his scalp, he loved the little twitches and shivers he felt in his mouth, he loved the erotic sounds they were both making. He wasn't an expert at…this…but he always applied food logic, and it seemed to work. He wasn't sure how Aomine would react to knowing that.

He tongued the slit, and the only warning he got was a strangled "Kagami" before he found himself swallowing most of Aomine's cum. He coughed a little as he drew back, licking his lips and grimacing slightly before looking up to see Aomine staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and wonder.

"What?" his voice sounded slightly defensive and tired, and a bit hoarse. Also aroused. Really aroused.

"You swallowed it?"

Kagami blushed. "There wasn't really another choice."

"That…was actually really fucking hot."

Kagami squirmed under his heated gaze, all too aware of his own erection. Aomine zipped up his pants and pulled Kagami to his feet. He licked at Kagami's chin and lips, ignoring the fact that he was tasting a bit of himself as he slammed Kagami against the wall, feeling hands grip his arms and hips rut against his.

"Need a little help yourself?" he whispered, palming Kagami's erection.

"Ahhh…I swear, if you make me come in my pants again, I'm going to kill you," Kagami bit Aomine's ear and Aomine laughed. Before he could respond, a voice crackled from the speakers.

"Uhm, Kagami, Aomine. The…uh, Chief is here to see you. Please…uh, make sure you clean up- I mean pack up! Make sure you pack up before you get here!"

Aomine and Kagami were frozen in place, Aomine's hands on Kagami's ass and Kagami's nails raking down Aomine's back. They looked at each other before they tore themselves apart.

"Shit, shit, shit," Kagami fell to the floor and scrambled around for their safety gear. "How did we forget about the camera?!"

Aomine shrugged. "It's just Susa," he muttered, but his cheeks were dusted pink and he wasn't meeting Kagami's eyes. He packed away the weapons and held the cases. "I'm sure he turned the camera off or something."

"Because who wants to watch two six-foot-something guys make out right?" Kagami grumbled as he opened the inner door. He sincerely hoped Chief hadn't seen anything, or wasn't here for the reason that she suspected something. In fact, he hoped Susa hadn't seen anything either. He would never be able to look at the guy in the eyes again.

They went through the two safety doors and stumbled out. Kagami had taken off his coat and was holding it in front of him to hide his lower problem which was quickly dying due to the anxiety that burned in his stomach. He was also way too hot and sweaty to be wearing it right now.

Susa was sitting down behind the counter, the screen of the security camera monitor noticeably off. The skin of his cheeks was slightly pink, but he looked more annoyed than embarrassed. "I knew it when Imayoshi called me to tell me you two were coming. I knew something was up with him," he was muttering to himself. When his eyes met Kagami's, he gave a small smile. "Ah, don't worry. I turned it off when he was helping you shoot. I don't know anything." He held up a hand before Kagami could say anything. "I don't want to know anything. As long as the place is left like it was when you arrived."

Aomine was rubbing the back of his head as he returned the cases.

Susa shot him a look. "Chief is waiting outside. She said it's urgent."

They walked out to see Riko tapping her foot impatiently. "About time!" she snapped.

"You could've called," Aomine drawled. "Ma'am," he tacked on when she glared at him.

"I wanted to tell you face to face," her posture relaxed. "Sorry, I'm a bit stressed. I need to give you something." She reached into her formal jacket and drew out a golden envelope. Kagami took it, sharing a glance with Aomine. "Just open it."

He did just that, extracting two gold and red letters. "You have been invited to attend the fiftieth annual fundraising gala, hosted this year by two-time Japan Academy Prize Winner Kise Ryouta, in order to raise funds for the natural disaster victims of the world," he recited, confused by every word. He glanced at Aomine, but the other's face had gone slack, eyes wide. "Aomine?"

Aomine turned to Riko. "You've…been invited to that gala?" he stumbled a little, but his expression had shifted from shocked to mildly curious in seconds.

"Not me," Riko grinned slowly. "You. Both of you. At least, you're the ones going." At their blank looks, her voice dropped before she elaborated. "We got an anonymous tip, pointing to this event. Apparently, this gala is going to be a goldmine of information, if you manage to snag the right people. My father managed to call in some favours," she sniffed almost proudly, "and we got two tickets. So I'm sending you two into the fray."

You wanted to be in the thick of it, there you go, she mentally directed at Kagami and he understood the meaning behind her spoken words.

"So we're going to some Friday night party?" he clarified, astonished. "Are you serious?"

"You'll need clothes for the job, so if you don't have anything – and I doubt you do – I'll get Momoi-san to fix you up," Riko was still grinning. "It's tomorrow night. No one will know you're police, and that's good because people aren't very open to police. You'll be going as voice actors."

"People aren't exactly open to voice actors," Aomine snorted.

"You're both charming I'm sure the right words, and the right looks, will get everyone spilling their secrets for you," she winked. "Keep the invites, you need those to get in. Kagami, your name is Ono Yuuki and Aomine, you'll be Suwabe Junichi. Aomine, you've been undercover before, so I'll be counting on you to show Kagami the ropes."

Kagami didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Aomine's face looked like he had sucked a lemon.

"Enjoy your first date," Riko winked, and walked off to let them suffer in peace.

Let me just say, that was the most graphic smut I've ever written in my life. So I'm sorry if it sucked! Please forgive me. Hopefully I'll get a lot of smut practice in this fic lololol. This fic is almost certainly going to be more than 15 chapters. I hope you don't mind. XD Also plot! Lots of plot! And yes, we will have the golden child make his awaited appearance in the next chapter. ;)

Which might take some time because no matter how hard I try, the chapters just keep getting longer. This one's nearly 5000 words! Honestly. Next chapter will also some scenes from someone else's perspective. But I won't say too much. And yes, their aliases are their voice actor names. Sorry not sorry.

Also, uni work is eating me up. At least a major assignment AND a test EVERY week until mid-November, when I have glorious finals *shivers*. So please excuse any slightly late updates. Writing is an amazing way of relieving my stress, and you guys have made writing an absolute pleasure for me. Any kudos/subscribes/likes/reblogs/favourites/follows/comments whatever make me so happy since I know other people enjoy something I absolutely love doing. I just wanted to thank all of you. :) Your comments are my lifeblood and your support keeps me going! Long note but whatevs. Thank you. :D