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Aomine stared at the man for a solid five minutes, almost convinced that his desperate mind was playing tricks on him. Finally, he snapped out of it and blurted out the first thing that came to mind which was, "I was beginning to think you'd fallen off the face of the earth."

He wanted to smack himself in the face. Real smooth, Daiki. Real smooth. What was that about playing it cool?

"That was the intention," Kuroko replied, seemingly not picking up on that little tidbit.

"So what made you come back?" Aomine leaned back against his seat, trying surreptitiously to glance under the table and see if the man was wearing those figure-hugging jeans. He caught a flash of shiny black boots as Kuroko crossed his legs. He glanced up to see Kuroko smiling at him knowingly.

"I knew you'd be looking for me." He was impressed. Sure, he'd been with a few confident girls, but the blue-eyed man had said it so plainly, as though there was no other alternative.

"Where do you get that confidence of yours?" Aomine asked, tone slightly sarcastic. He didn't like how desperate Kuroko had made him sound. This was not how he had envisioned their second meeting.

"Probably the same place you get yours," Kuroko retorted.

The tan man leaned forward, resting his chin on a fist. "Isn't that just being cocky, now?"

Kuroko shrugged slightly. "You can't deny it."

"Still." He said, taking a sip of his neglected drink. "You haven't answered me."

Kuroko gave him a look. "Properly," he amended.

"Well, I guess I wanted to see the suave womanizer in action again. However –"He glanced around, noting the obvious lack of female bodies. "—I see you're not surrounded today."

Aomine smiled slowly. His lips curving up wickedly and the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly and a spark seemed to lend a mischievous light to them. This was something he could definitely work with.

"They were a bore," he said with an exaggerated sigh as he relaxed against the bench again. He locked eyes with Kuroko, and noticed that they sparkled like glassy surfaces.

"You're much more interesting," he said, voice intentionally husky. It was usually his winning pitch if he was trying to woo a rather skeptical one. It earned him an amused laugh.

"Definitely suave," Kuroko purred, grinning up at him through hooded eyes. He knew that the blue-haired man was only teasing him with his coy act, but he would have had to be a corpse to not find that move sexy. And the way he purred, that velvet-like voice seemed to become even smoother, like a velvety cake that he just wanted to eat.

On the heels of that thought, giant warning bells went off in his head. He wasn't a poetic man, and he sure as hell wasn't someone who thought along such lines as 'a velvety voice'. If he was smart he'd back off now and let the man disappear. But there was a reason he was in his line of work.

"Though," Kuroko continued, unaware that he'd just been classified – albeit momentarily – as a desert in Aomine's mind, "Are you sure I'm the right person to use all that charm on?"

This was his chance to back off. Make his excuses, walk out of that bar and never return. There were a million reasons that popped up in his mind. First off, they were both guys. Although, Aomine had no problem with that, and he could deduce from all the flirting they'd done, that neither did Kuroko. Secondly, despite what Kagami had told him before, he didn't know for a fact if Kuroko would expect a long-term relationship, something Aomine was very unwilling to promise.

Aomine blinked as he saw Kuroko shift slightly and pull out his phone to answer a call.

"Yes?" His voice had gone from that soft, haunting tone to a sharper one, and that playful grin had been replaced by a surprisingly endearing look of concentration. Kuroko sighed as he listened to the other person on the line. "I told you to leave me be for the weekend, didn't I? You can leave the papers on my desk, I'll check them out on Monday."

Aomine focused on the hand that had begun absentmindedly tracing shapes in the woodwork of the table as he hummed into the phone at intervals. His skin seemed to be translucent in the crappy lighting of the bar. The dark-haired man traced the visible veins with his eyes as he sorted out all the reasons why he should just stop trying to get into Kuroko's pants.

"Don't worry. Nothing will happen if I don't come in until Monday. So just leave it on my desk and I'll sort it next week, okay?" Third, there was the fact that they knew literally nothing about each other. What if he was the clingy sort? He didn't like clingy ones.

"I'm busy, Aida-san." Kuroko said, in that flat way that was very final. Aomine was listening, sort of, but his inner dialogue was beginning to drown out what the other way saying. "Take a deep breath and just forget it. Go enjoy your weekend."

"Oh?" The hand tracing shapes on the table paused with his voice, prompting Aomine to look up. Pale blue eyes glinted at him. "I'm with a very hot date."

Fourth, the man was almost certainly a devil disguised as an angel. No one, no one should be able to look so innocent with such a lewd grin. Fifth….

Aomine watched Kuroko end the call and slip the thin device into his pocket again. "So?"

Third, he shouldn't date a person who was could arguably be considered sexier than himself.

"I'll take my chances."

Kuroko's eyes lit up, obviously delighted. In his chest, Aomine's heart spluttered slightly. "So, dinner?"

His head belated reminded him that his original goal with Kuroko was just to get into bed with him. Though, Kuroko didn't look like the kind who would jump into bed with anyone. He comforted himself with the thought, and blatantly ignored the fact that he'd actually offered dinner because he wanted an excuse to keep talking to Kuroko. The end justifies the means. Of course.

"Are you free tomorrow night?" Kuroko asked.

"For you, I'd be free any day of the week." This was good. Kuroko was obviously as eager to get it going as he was. The man let out breathy chuckle. The bad thing was that he seemed to be well aware of how much Aomine was floundering. It was unnerving that every single one of his pickup lines – cheesy, he admitted, but they served their purpose – only seemed to amuse him more.

"You're an interesting one," Kuroko said, fixing Aomine with an unwavering gaze. "I'll be waiting outside the bar at seven, then."

Aomine's eyes followed him as he stood up and left, looking absurdly out of place amidst the noisy, smoke-saturated atmosphere of the bar. Bloody hell, the man glided.

In retrospect, that should have been his biggest hint that this wasn't going to be a smooth ride.