Konnichiwa :) AHHHHH. FIFTH CHAPTER. FINALLY.
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WARNING: This contains yaoi and prostitution so if you're against either one of these, the back button is somewhere over the rainbow to help you. I seek peace *heart*
Golden Flower
Pairings involved : mainly AoKise (no promises lol)
Summary:
Kise, having been sold as a prostitute a few years ago, is now practically living like an alive corpse, and always gets "abused" by his boss. Will his life ever change when his childhood friend steps into his thin thread of his entire life? Or would his flame flicker out?
DISCLAIMER: If I had owned KnB, Aomine would have killed Haizaki :3
Chapter 5: Storm
Amber orbs glittered curiously in the dimly lit room as they stared inquisitively at a certain blue-haired man sleeping soundly before him, those toned muscles of his tensing and contracting with every breathing momentum.
The blonde stretched out a pale hand and tiredly caressed Aomine's jawline. His lips unconsciously stretched out into a thin smile, its true meaning behind it. To others, it most likely only meant a mere satisfaction.
To Kise, it was just a small uncertain ray of hope in the depths of despair.
He knew he couldn't stay forever.
Then, at least...
... let him understand his true feelings for Aomine during this time...
Just then, bleached eyelids slowly descended from above to lid those topaz irises of his as his mind wandered off to his very own dream world.
The bright rays of sunshine slowly faded into the scene.
Aomine woke up to the fresh morning air, the sweet smell of greenery filling his nostrils almost instantly the moment he opened his eyes. Eyes falling onto a sleeping Kise before him, he sighed and chuckled softly as he stretched out a hand and grasped some of the blonde locks.
Letting out a small huff as memories of last night floated into his mind gracefully, he let out a small smile.
He had se - no, made love, to Kise Ryouta.
Although they were undeniably brothers, Aomine had loved him to the very end.
A time where he ever stopped doing that, had never existed.
He didn't, even at that time where the bloodshed etched in his mind had taken place.
Sure, Kise "killed" his mother, and that his negative emotions, angry, sadness, vengeful, it took over him all at once.
Hell, he even stabbed Kise.
Guilt overwhelmed him as he thought about it. He had done so much pain to his own brother, it pissed himself off whenever he thought about it.
He had decided...
As he let out another whisper-like chortle, he pulled Kise in and sneakily sucked on his supple skin, leaving a glowing bright red hickey on the blonde's pale skin naughtily.
... that he will protect him.
...
I don't want to let you go.
The blonde's eyelids gently fluttered open, looking up at the familiar face of Aomine Daiki, and turned a dark shade of red in sheer embarrassment. As bright sapphire irises stared down at his flustered face, Kise bashfully looked down, avoiding a direct look into Aomine's eyes.
"Uh... O..." Kise began, but his tongue kept tripping up. What is wrong with him? Aomine is like, a perfectly normal human being, so why is he this embarrassed?
The tanned man gave out an almost unnoticeable grin as he leant down and pressed his lips against the blonde's pink ones lightly. "Ohayo," he smiled, making the prostitute blush forcefully just because of the small chaste kiss given to him earlier.
"Ah," Kise turned pink as memories of his... love-making with Aomine last night and the rest of that day filled his mind like gentle waves in the sea. "A-Aominecchi..."
"I'll make breakfast," the blue-haired man grunted in response as he sat up, stretching himself and groaning softly from fatigue. Slipping out of the bed, he adjusted the hem of his jeans and stood up, slightly wobbling.
"Err, that's not it, Aominecchi..." Kise stuttered slowly. "I... kind of... don't have any clothes..."
Oh, right.
Aomine had to slap himself for that.
"Errrrrrrrrm..." he mused. Damn, he should've known when they did it last night! The blue-haired man mentally slapped himself continuously, before an idea struck his head hard.
"I'll lend you my clothes," Aomine impulsively blurted out, before blinking in shock at what he had just said.
Too late.
Kise stared at him with big, goggly-like eyes. "Really?" he asked in a baby-like voice, while both hands were clutching onto the blanket, making sure that it covered his pelvis area.
"Stop staring at me with that face," the midnight blue-haired man growled fiercely like a lion while glaring daggers at the blonde, making Kise shiver with fright and crawl under the blankets, starting to cry out loud, making Aomine cringe in shock.
Oh my god. What the hell did he just do?
Feeling slightly guilty, he bent down, pulled the covers apart from Kise's grasp and forced him into his arms. "... I'm sorry, Kise."
"Ehehe, Aominecchi," the blonde sniffled as he let out an adorable chuckle, making the tanned man realise he had been had by the blonde. "So you'll lend me your clothes?"
"Why, you little mischievous one..." he said threateningly.
"Wahhh!" Kise wailed comically again, making Aomine fall for the same trick once again.
Thinking about it, Aomine sighed in defeat, wishing that he had never suggested that point earlier on. "... yeah."
But he made a right decision in a sense. Kise came here in only a yukata, which was currently in the washing process in his house. Is he just going to walk around naked, with scars and all, around the street?
Obviously not. (I wanna see it D:)
"Really?" Kise beamed as he wiped off his crocodile tears. "Yay!"
Trudging to his mahogany wardrobe standing alone in a corner, Aomine flung the doors open tiredly, pulled out a white shirt and shorts hanging on their wooden hangers, and flung them towards the azure-coloured bed. He flung an additional pair of boxers towards the blonde soon after.
Exiting the room in his jeans and a fresh navy blue singlet, he closed the door behind him to give Kise some privacy. Shooting a glance at a stove in the nearby kitchen, he sauntered to it, grabbed a pair of eggs and a pan from nowhere, and placed the started frying them on the shallow metallic container.
As he turned on the stove, a sizzling sound abruptly pierced through the silent air, making the tanned man jump back for a slight moment, before assuring himself mentally that it was perfectly normal for this phenomenon to happen.
How long has it been since he had last touched the kitchen?
Probably he has never, ever used one in his entire life.
This is going to take a while.
Kise yawned as he stepped out of the room, dressed in Aomine's shirt and shorts. He walked to the kitchen with heavy steps, each one sounding like a giant's own footsteps. Finally, when he reached Aomine, he weakly embraced him from behind and pressed his nose against the tanned neck, making the latter jolt in shock.
"Kise, don't scare me like that!" Aomine scolded lightly as he wrapped a hand around the blonde's skinny waist, the other holding the pan and flipping the eggs up and down.
"Sorry," Kise laughed sheepishly as he scratched his hair shyly. "I just... missed ya." That sentence sent the blue-haired man into a frenzy of embarrassment phases.
"Ne, Kise," Aomine muttered as he nuzzled the head of blonde hair, hiding his luscious pink blush while he turned off the fire on the stove. "Let's get clothes for you later, okay?"
"Ehh?" the prostitute whined just like a baby. "Why?"
"You do realise you only have a yukata... And it's... really turning me on."
"But, that's my job, Aominecchi~" the blonde teased as he pecked his lover on the cheek sweetly. "I'm supposed to make you fall in love with me~" he added cheekily. Aomine, out of sheer annoyance, pulled at his cheek tightly, a vein popping out of his forehead.
"Ow ow ow ow! Aominecchi!" Kise cried out as he tried to get the tanned man's grip out of his cheek. "Lemme go! I promise I won't do it again!" As the pale hand's fingertips brushed against Aomine's hand lightly, it triggered another (very) faint blush from the blue-haired man. Flustered, he awkwardly pushed Kise away, gesturing him to wait outside.
The latter nodded and reluctantly pulled away from Aomine, before turning around and trudged out of the door. Once the blonde was out of sight, Aomine sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, body leaning against the counter.
Shit, why am I the one being seduced right now? Argh! This is so frustrating!
He shook his head violently.
No, I shouldn't think like this... I was the one who brought him here, so his upbringing and all those stuff is entirely my responsibility now...
Brushing this trivial thought off, the blue-haired man grabbed two plates from a nearby cupboard, and put one fried egg on each of them.
The prostitute saw Aomine sail out gracefully, holding the plates at face level like a prompt maid in a castle. He softly laughed inside at the tanned man's actions. As Aomine set down the plates, he reached out and ruffled the blonde's sunshine hair, before sitting down on the seat opposite the prostitute, just in time to see a light tinge of pink on the latter's face.
"Ne, Aominecchi," Kise began, a hint of uncertainty laced in his voice as they started eating.
"Hm?" He looked up.
"Erm... Are you sure it's a good idea for you to... help me? You'll be in trouble... and... and..."
A hiccup echoed out from the blonde's mouth as tears welled up in his amber eyes. Water dripped onto the white porcelain plate, almost touching the freshly cooked egg.
Sighing, Aomine put down his utensils, made his way to a worried and crying Kise and wrapped his arms around his stick-like frame.
"It's alright, I'm doing this for you, after all. I don't care what happens," the blue-haired man whispered, "I just want you to be safe, that's all."
At that moment, Kise really did want to burst into tears. His emotions burst out of him, taking control of him. Aomine patted his back and rubbed it gently as the blonde cried sorrowfully in his chest.
"It's alright now..."
"What!?"
"I'm sorry, Haizaki-sama, but it seems that he has escaped. In addition, the prostitute in Room 87 has also gone missing as well."
The light-haired boss of Blooming Flowers slammed the table forcefully with his fist, seething with pure anger. He grabbed the bodyguard by his shirt and stared right into the shade-covered trembling eyes as a silent but deadly warning. Haizaki stood still in this position for a few minutes before throwing the suit-clad bodyguard towards the floor.
"Get out!"
The two bodyguards nodded hastily before scrambling out of the room.
"Aomine Daiki..." he muttered as he looked up from a clipboard. An insanely sadistic smile crept up to his face.
"This will be interesting..." he whispered to himself under his breath.
Shall we dance?
Aomine and Kise strolled into the air-conditioned store, bursting full of people. It was a famous one, all right, that would explain the amount of people filling the spacious building.
Pulling the pale-skinned blonde to one side, Aomine looked around warily to see if anyone suspicious was around.
He had always trusted his instinct.
Relaxing his shoulders as a sign that everything was fine, the blue-haired man reached out and grabbed a hanger, with a grey shirt clinging onto its arms. "Here," he gestured to Kise, "try this on."
Another hanger was caught by him as he shot a glance at a rack selling pants. This hanger now has a beige-coloured knee-level denim pants. He shoved it into Kise's arms. "And this one too."
Nodding slowly, the prostitute walked over to a narrow corridor, clothes in hand, nervous as he took each step cautiously. Aomine patted his head as he trailed along behind, assuring him that it will be all right.
White doors stood neatly in-line on the walls of the corridor. The blonde stopped in his tracks as he saw the doors, the people surrounding them. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as memories started to haunt his mind.
"No..." He took a step back, bumped into a nearby empty rack and stumbled onto the floor. The two hangers landed onto the floor, the clothes "tails" fluttering down to the ground soon after.
He visualized the familiar hallway of the brothel, the white doors turning into the similar colour of mahogany. He felt people pushing him towards the doors.
"Move it!"
"Hey, you! Stop blocking the way!"
"If you're not here to queue for the changing rooms, then get out!"
Suddenly, it all became pitch black. An uproar of murmuring amongst the people began as a rush of panic overwhelmed them.
"What's going on?"
Kise crouched down and sobbed in his arms. "It hurts," he whimpered. "I don't wanna go..." He then felt muscular hands embrace his crying figure.
"Kise," Aomine muttered. Taking this momentary blackout as an opportunity, he leant down and gave Kise a small quick kiss on the lips. Automatically, the blonde's trembling hands clung onto the tan man's shirt, obviously traumatised by the prostitution memories.
The lights flickered on again as an announcement buzzed over the speakers with a technical hitch in the voice. "We are deeply sorry for the sudden blackout; there was a small technical problem earlier on, and is now restored. Happy shopping!"
Kise stared at those blue irises before turning a dark shade of red and pulling away awkwardly, before standing up, dusting his sleeves. "... sorry," he muttered softly. Aomine nodded, hus mind still clouded with worry, before getting up and pushing the blonde into the queue.
Sighing as he locked the door behind him, Kise flopped himself and the two hangers lazily onto the cold glass-like floor. He stared at the mirror with hazy eyes, tired from the long queuing. Glancing at his dishevelled hair, a strange smile formed on his face.
"Heh, I don't really deserve to be here, do I...?"
Knock knock.
"Kise," a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts as loud knocks resounded from the door behind him. "You're taking an awfully long time in there, are you alright?"
Aomine.
"Ah, yes! I'm just fine," Kise blurted out. "I'll be out... soon..."
The door clicked open as the blue-haired man pushed the door open.
"Wha-!?"
"You didn't lock it properly," he grinned as he pushed the white door back shut, this time locking it securely in place. He frowned as he looked at Kise. "Jeez, why haven't you changed?" He reached out and touched the blonde's exposed shoulder lightly.
Earning a tremble, he knew that Kise was having his traumatic attacks again.
"Kise, what's wrong...?" Although it was really... annoying, it didn't really bug him at all. Really.
He just wanted to love him.
...
"I... I... I don't deserve this..."
Aomine stared at his reflection rebounded back at him in the mirror, then Kise's one. He had his face lowered, tears dripping down from it. His hands that were planted firmly on the ground, supporting his body, were shaking vigorously.
"I'm just troubling you... I don't deserve this... really..."
"Kise-"
"Aomine, why are you helping me?"
...
Silence filled the air for what felt like an eternity. Aomine couldn't believe it; why would Kise ask such a thing? Plus, he was definitely not normal, from the way he called his name.
"I can't even remember my past properly, I almost forgot who you were!"
The tanned man blinked in shock. Now, the prostitute's words before all made sense to him.
"I... missed you... Where have you been all this time...? I remained in America when you suddenly left. And then... and then..."
...
"... you're an idiot, Kise..."
Aomine could see a smile from the blonde. He felt his insides boiling with sheer anger.
"Yeah, I am..." the blonde whispered. Aomine, raging right now, grabbed Kise by the wrists roughly and pushed him against the wall forcefully. He glared into those dull amber orbs of the prostitute with his fiercely burning sapphire ones.
"Listen, Kise," Aomine gritted his teeth. "Why are you hurting yourself!?"
"What about it?"
"I want to help you, because it has become my business, and I..." He paused for a moment. "Because," he stopped as he leant in closer. "I love you." Aomine captured Kise's lips with his own as he pinned the blonde firmly to the wall.
Fumbling with the prostitute's shirt (which was not legally his, lol), he let go of one hand and used his occupied hand to grab both of those pale wrists. Slipping his free hand under the white shirt, he began tweaking a hidden nipple.
Kise struggled as he tried to get out of the tanned man's grip, before relaxing his muscles in defeat. Why would he try so hard? He shut his eyes tightly, squeezing all the water in his eyes out.
Why...?
As the blue-haired man loosened his grip on Kise's wrists, he slipped his hand into his pants, stroking his erect member, while continuing to fondle with his teats, making the blonde gape and moan out in ecstasy. Unconsciously, he looped his now tired hands around the tanned neck, making Aomine grin to himself.
As he rubbed his own erection against Kise's own one, both of them let out soft groans, the blonde tightening his grip on Aomine.
"A-aominecchi..." he panted heavily, with a small pink hue decorating his cheeks and (seductive) lidded eyes. He gasped for air as he stared at his lover with a blurred vision. Just knowing he had a pillar of support to help him and love him... it seemed enough.
"... Ryouta," Aomine muttered as his hand sneaked out of the blonde's shirt, cupping the blonde's wet cheek. Kise leant in to nuzzle the tanned palm, taking one pale hand and putting it over the back of Aomine's hand.
He gently pulled up the blonde's pants, hooking his pale legs onto his hips, before drawing out his erect cock from the heated tightness in his pants. Positioning his exposed member before Kise's small hole, he looked at Kise with consenting sapphire eyes. The blonde nodded as he took a deep breath, ready for the pain.
"Okay, Ki - "
"KNOCK KNOCK"
Both the blonde and the tanned man stood still like statues as the knocking ensued.
"Oi!" a gruff voice resounded from outside. "You're taking an awfully long time in there, please come out!"
"... Damn bastards," the blue-haired man grumbled as he stood up, tucking his erection back into his pants, before helping Kise up and pulling his pants back into its original position. Kise only blushed at the very thought that they might be found out.
As Aomine roughly unlocked the door and harshly pulled the door towards him, he saw a red-haired security guard, arms crossed, his foot tapping vigorously on the floor.
"Now, get outta - Ehh? If it isn't Aomine!"
The blue-haired man scowled. "Yo, Kagami."
"I haven't seen you since the Winter Cup! How was your day?" Kagami exclaimed.
Kise looked at the red-haired man's name tag. It read "Kagami Taiga, Senior Officer".
"Why are you, ace of Seirin, a security guard here?" Aomine frowned. For such a man like Kagami, it... it just doesn't seem right for him.
"I just want to uphold justice in the country. Nothing wrong with it." The guard let out a small pout. He then noticed the blonde hiding behind Aomine. "Oh, hi Kise."
"Err, hi... Kagami... cchi," Kise murmured timidly. He wasn't sure if he had said it correctly.
He turned back to the tanned man after hearing Kise's mutter. "Let's play basketball together again someday." He smiled before he pivoted around on his right foot and left. "No more trouble!"
The other customers only gave the duo death glares, which was scaring Kise out of his wits. They all had a similar look which clearly said, "What the hell, you two took up our time!"
Slipping his hand into Kise's pallid one, the tanned man gave it a light squeeze, let out one of his genuine smiles and said, "Let's continue it at home." He then walked off towards the counter, intending to purchase the two pieces of clothing.
As the tanned man parked the car outside his enormous house, he roughly grabbed Kise's shoulders, pulled him towards himself and forcefully kissed the blonde with burning passion. Their tongues mingled with each other, neither of them letting go. The blonde grabbed Aomine's little tufts of midnight blue hair, eager to do more. When their lips finally parted, Kise huffed tiredly.
"You're too impatient, aren't you, Aominecchi?"
The tanned man ignored the prostitute as he exited the car, pulling the blonde out soon after and carried him bridal style. He then marched into the house like a soldier carrying a princess.
Tired, he collapsed heavily onto the living room's sofa along with Kise clinging onto his neck for dear life. He let out a small shy squeak when he felt Aomine sliding his hand in and inserting a long slender finger into his hole. As the tanned man's fingertip brushed against his prostate, the prostitute squirmed about, moaning out loud while the finger prodded his sweet spot time and again.
"Ah, Aominecchi," Kise muttered as a heavy red hue painted itself onto his face. "I'm... I kinda..."
"What?" Aomine asked with a gruff.
"... I need to release..." The blonde's face flushed as he said the words. Aomine stared at the prostitute with an extremely incredulous look. Did all that arousing inside the changing room really get to him?
"... It's okay," Aomine grunted as he harshly ripped the clothing on both of them away, spread Kise's legs wide open and pressed the tip if his erected member against the entrance. Kise pursed his lips together as he tried to contain the pleasure welling up in him like flood waters.
Slowly, the tanned man pushed himself inside Kise, bit by bit. Once the entering-exiting process had gotten slightly smoother, Aomine increased his pace, always eager for the warmth inside Kise that would surround his erection like a thick blanket.
Kise, on the other hand, screamed in absolute ecstasy as his lover pushed and pulled his member inside him. He always managed to thrust in and hit his sweet spot, earning small moans and more cravings for it.
The sofa creaked noisily as it rocked back and forth with the duo's activity going on. As Kise screamed out Aomine's name in pure bliss, cum shot out of his own phallus, decorating both of their chests with said white milky substance.
Aomine reached his limit soon after, filling the blonde with his own seed during his member's ejaculation. Exhausted, he flopped onto the blonde's scarred body.
Limbs were tangled and sprawled messily on the sofa, tensing and contracting from their vigorous activity. Aomine tiredly wrapped an arm around the blonde's head as he carefully retracted his cock from Kise's (warm) hole. Naughtily swiping a drop of cum, that was dribbling out from the blonde's hole, on his finger, he pushed it into the prostitute's mouth. He laughed softly as he watched Kise pout while swallowing the small drop.
"... Aominecchi tastes nice." Kise blushed as he muttered the tasting result.
"Hmm," the blue-haired man mused.
"Hey, Aominecchi," the blonde called out in a whisper. "Why... why are you helping me?"
Too tired to respond, Aomine abruptly closed his eyes, a soft snore echoing out from his vocals, as if telling him, "Isn't it obvious? You know the answer..." Kise's lips stretched into a thin smile at the tanned man'a reaction.
"I guess I'll have to wait for his answer, then. It can't just be... that."
Exhausted as well, he snuggled comfortably into Aomine's arms and shut his eyes.
"Night, Aominecchi."
End of Chapter 5
Yay! Another chapter is done! Thanks to all of you who have been so patient in waiting for this one! I hope this satisfies you XD
Once again, an epic fail lemon. I'm not really good at lemons •~•
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