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Last night had been amazing. If there was a word in the dictionary to describe the mind-blowing sex they had, he hadn't heard of it. That had just totally made it's way up to the top of his list of best days EVER. Had he known that doing it with a guy could be that incredible, he'd have switched teams years ago.
The apartment complex that Kuroko lived in was a stone's throw away from the bar they had first met, and was in a nice neighbourhood. Though, Aomine hadn't really paid much attention to his surroundings, only bothering to note the name and look of the apartment so that he could find his way there again in the future.
They had been joined at the lips practically from the moment they left the vehicle, completely unmindful of their surroundings. At least now he knew that Kuroko didn't mind public displays of affection. They only broke apart for Kuroko to locate his door and open it. The second he'd unlocked the door, he had backed his way into the darkened hallway, thumbs hooked under the belt on Aomine's jeans guiding him forward to meet his lips again as he simultaneously unbuckled his belt.
They'd made it to the bed somehow; eventually.
Aomine woke to Kuroko curled into his side, an arm across his chest. He squinted at the clock on the bedside table, noting the time. Kuroko's face was buried in his shoulder, looking like a twelve year old as he snoozed. Resisting the desire to just leave the other man as he was and watch him sleep, he moved his arm deliberately to wake him up. Kuroko stirred, and sky blue eyes blinked groggily at him. His heart skipped a beat at the sleepy smile that slowly spread over Kuroko's face.
Life couldn't really get much better than this.
"G'morning," his voice was gruff from the dry air of the air conditioning.
"Morning," the word was mumbled as Kuroko shifted so that he was half sprawled over Aomine and his eyes drifted shut again. As tempting as going back to sleep was, it was a working day for both of them, and Aomine didn't want to be responsible for either of them being late.
"Don't you have school today?" He asked, the sound of his voice waking Kuroko again. The way he had to force his eyelids open made Aomine grin. Mumbling something incoherent, but definitely in protest, Kuroko shifted himself more onto Aomine until he was practically completely on top of him and buried his face in the crook of Aomine's neck. He felt like a heat beacon, the way Kuroko had plastered himself to him the whole night, face partially under the blanket as though shying away from the cold air of the air conditioning unit.
He couldn't find it in him to be irritated with the bluenette.
He pushed himself up, dislocating the other man. Kuroko flailed slightly, his eyes popping wide open as he tried to find purchase in the mattress to prevent himself falling over. He shot an annoyed look at Aomine. In return, he got a peck on the lips.
"Both of us have work," the dark haired man gave as explanation.
"Mmm," Kuroko hummed. Despite his words, Aomine had settled back against the headboard and had snaked an arm around the other's waist, tugging him closer. "You didn't come across as the type of person who would be concerned over things like that."
"My boss trained me well, he's anal about being in on time." The tan man ran a hand up Kuroko's back, and began to absentmindedly toy with his hair.
"Is that so? Come to think of it, I don't know what you do for a living," Kuroko, too, began tracing paths along Aomine's skin, as he relaxed against his side.
"I never told you?" Kuroko shook his head. "I'm a cop."
The tracing hand faltered for a moment, and Aomine noticed the sudden stiffness in the smaller man.
"That's interesting. You keep surprising me," he turned a curious smile towards Aomine. "Someone as fickle as you being part of the police force."
"Yeah, I get that a lot. It's not like there's a connection between my personal life and work."
Kuroko seemed to relax slightly at his words. "So, do you go to Kagami-kun's bar often?"
Kagami-kun? He hadn't thought that they were friends. He felt a bit irritated at the idea that the redhead had known Kuroko personally and hadn't bothered to tell him. "Every once in a while. I live around the corner, and his place has the best type of crowd."
He paused. "Uh, well, that was when I was, uh –"
"When you were sleeping with a different girl every night?" Kuroko laughed slightly at his embarrassment.
"I didn't sleep with a different girl every night." He protested.
"Close enough," Kuroko shrugged nonchalantly. At least he didn't seem upset. He wasn't really sure what he was feeling. He was relieved that Kuroko didn't care about his past affairs, because he didn't like the clingy ones, but, well, some jealously wouldn't be uncalled for. Kuroko leaned around Aomine to check the time. With a sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, and Aomine immediately felt the loss of his heat.
Kuroko groaned as he stood and stretched. Aomine's eyes followed the action, entranced by the flawless expanse of skin. The bluenette turned to catch him staring, and grinned. "Breakfast?"
He deliberately ignored the innuendo attached to that question. "Sure."
xx
Aomine felt like skipping. Breakfast had been a simple affair, eggs on toast and a cup of coffee. He'd gotten a lingering goodbye kiss and a promise for their third date. It wasn't his shortest conquest, not by a long shot, but all good things happened in due time. He stifled a wide grin. Maybe they could go see a movie tonight.
"Was it that good?" Aomine had only just toppled his things onto his desk when Midorima asked him the question. He eyeballed the other man. He didn't call him in a drunken stupor, did he?
"What?"
"Sex. With that," Emerald eyes narrowed slightly as he searched his memory for the name. "Kuroko."
"How the hell do you know that I had sex with him?" He asked, plopping into his seat. Midorima rolled his eyes at him and began listing.
"You're in casual wear, and you only come in wearing jeans when you spent the night before somewhere else. Your hair is undone, you smell of a different cologne," Aomine tried surreptitiously to take a whiff of his shirt. How the hell would the frog know what he smelled like from across their desks?
"And you were practically skipping." He finished. He then gave Aomine a look, daring him to contest his observations. If he could just throw something to destroy that handsome face, he'd gladly go to hell.
"So, was it that good?" Midorima repeated, leaning forward. It was unnerving when the most unaffected person in his life was taking interest in his personal affairs.
"Yeah, it was pretty spectacular." Aomine begged silently for him to let it drop at that. He even tagged on a slightly desperate 'Please'.
"Hm. That's nice." And that was it. He huffed out a grateful breath. There was still a God.
"Hey, Midorima-san." Both men looked up to see one of the clerks standing besides their desks. "Chief's calling for you. Your serial killer's done it again."
xx
"Ugh," Aomine collapsed into his chair, running a hand through his already ruffled hair. "The tempo in this place changes too fast."
Midorima didn't bother to answer. They'd both gotten used to the way the calm would lead to a tornado.
Guess he wouldn't be able to go for a movie.
"Chief's right," The bespectacled man said as he studied the most recent crime scene photos. "This guy's escalating."
And just when things were getting good with Kuroko, Aomine thought glumly. He picked up the file containing the exact same photos and studied those.
"It looks like he's taking out his frustration on his earlier failure, too," he observed. "Have they cleaned up the place?"
Midorima shook his head. "No one's been to the scene yet, so they're on hold."
"Well then," Aomine stood and grabbed his coat. "Can't keep them waiting too long."
When they arrived, the chaos of onlookers and medical men had subsided, and only the policemen in charge remained. Simultaneously, both flashed their badges and were led into the apartment. They split up and studied different rooms, keeping out a keen eye for any detail that was missed in the photo reports. Just as he was leaving the bedroom, Aomine spotted it.
He moved closer, noting the patch on a display shelf that was dust free. He called Midorima in, and the two pondered over it for a while.
"A box of some sort?" Midorima was looking around the room for any hints as to what the missing object might be.
"Could be, but the dust distribution is a bit funny. It'd have had to be a box with a point protruding." It hit him suddenly, the missing item from their earlier victim. He glanced up, mouth open, to see that Midorima was about to speak, too.
"Camera," they said in unison. Aomine frowned, wondering at the significance of a camera to a serial killer. "He could have taken pictures of his victims with their own cameras?"
"The first one reported missing was a vintage camera. There's no way it'd still be functioning. It was a display item."
"And this one is on a shelf along with other odds and ends. It was probably never intended for use." Aomine mused.
Both men stared at the spot on the shelf, in a rare moment of in tuned thought.
xx
He'd ended up spending two consecutive nights at the office. The paperwork was piling up, and people were starting to get frantic – as they always did when news of a serial killer leaked out. No one ever really knew who leaked the info, but it had been inevitable. The pressure was mounting on them.
Aomine hadn't even bothered to fix himself any food, making a beeline for his bed as soon as the door shut behind him. That had been 8 a.m. on Sunday.
When he was fully conscious again, he'd checked his phone to see that he'd slept the day away, and that it was pushing midnight. He considered calling Kuroko. He hadn't had much time to dwell on where this relationship was progressing, nor how far he wanted it to go. Aomine was truthfully, pretty content the way things were right then.
Also, there was a psychopath out there with a fetish for cameras belonging to hot, young women that he had an obligation to catch. Tossing his phone aside, he got out of bed and then returned to it again a while later, dressed in clean clothes for the first time in three days. Seconds after his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
xx
Elsewhere, in an expensive Italian restaurant in a stylish part of Tokyo, a bluenette was staring into the depths of his drink, contemplating thoughts of a dark-haired policeman who was at the current point in time working on a happy relationship with his bed, as he waited for someone.
"Don't you look lonely?" Kuroko started, and glanced up with a wry grin.
"Hitting on me, Akashi-kun? I'm sure it's frowned on by society."
The redhead settled into the chair opposite Kuroko and waved a waiter over before he replied. As a menu was placed in front of him, he shot a smirk over at his companion. "Everything I do is frowned on by society."
Kuroko didn't reply, instead turning his attention to the menu in front of him and deciding what he wanted to eat. After they had placed their orders, Akashi rested his elbows on the table, connecting his fingertips and scrutinizing Kuroko over them.
"It's been a while," he finally said, satisfied with what he saw. "How have you been?"
"I've been good," the blue-haired man smiled slightly, remembering the man he had seen off at his door a few days prior. The thought warmed his chest, the way Aomine had grinned when he had promised to a third date without any prompting. "Life's gotten a bit more interesting."
"So I see," Akashi's gold and red eyes were sharp, seeming to read between the lines of his words and find something there that fascinated him. "Who is it this time?"
Before he could answer, their food arrived, and tinkering silence fell around them as they dug into the dishes in front of them. It was some time later, as he swallowed his third bite that Kuroko spoke.
"A guy," he said. Akashi paused, looking mildly interested. "A well-established Casanova. He tried his moves on me some time back."
"I'm surprised, Tetsuya." The other man put down his cutlery, focusing his full attention on the blue-haired man opposite him. "I thought you were immune to cheesy pick-up lines."
Cheesy? Kuroko chuckled slightly. That, he definitely was. "I thought I was, too. But it was the lips that spoke them that did me in."
"Attractive, then. That can't mean anything, you've dated models before." Akashi was quick to dismiss his reasoning. Kuroko was unfazed, though. Even to Akashi, he couldn't really explain what was it that drew him to the dark-haired man. It was more of an accumulation of everything.
"He could have been a model. Nicely proportioned," Kuroko said, slightly dreamy. Aomine's jeans hadn't disappointed, he was nicely muscled in all the right places, and Kuroko had spent some time just exploring the planes of his torso. His companion seemed to perk up at that.
"What does he do for a living?"
"He's a cop."
Time seemed to stop as Akashi's monochromatic eyes bore into his. He stared back, too used to his intimidation techniques to be affected.
"That's quite a coincidence," Akashi said, voice calm as though their stare-down hadn't happened. He picked up his glass and took a sip. Kuroko mirrored him, wondering if it was worth the telling off he was sure to get and order a bottle of wine.
"It is purely coincidence, Seijurou." He said, seriously. He was aware of the impact that using Akashi's first name would have on him. Mismatched eyes widened momentarily, then narrowed. Akashi toyed with the stem of his glass as he studied Kuroko.
"For his sake, I hope that it is." With that, Akashi picked up his fork and Kuroko knew that the topic would be dropped. It would rear it's head again some time in the future, but for now, both were determined to keep to their agreement to stay away from topics that were heavy and make sure to keep conversation light.
He relaxed his shoulders and followed Akashi's example, wondering if it really had been coincidence.