I'm sorry for the delayed update! Our electricity was wonky, and it died for a while, so I didn't have internet. Or hot showers. Oh, the agony.
About the stake-out scene in Chapter 8, they were basically spying on Midorima's boyfriend, and the conversation was about him planning a party. I can imagine the parties that Takao plans to be absolutely insane. Throw Momoi into the mix, and it's no wonder the two detectives were so fearful. I shall expand more in later chapters, so if you're still confused, don't worry. I wrote it sort of with that intention.
So! drunk!Kuroko. Ahahahaha he was so much fun to write. The sexiness, just ugh. I want to be Aomine here.
As you can tell, I'm not bumping this up to M yet. I've got that planned out for later, if I don't decide to make any more changes to the story.
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A drunk Tetsu, Aomine soon discovered, was a whole 'nother type of Tetsu.
Although skeptical at first, the tan man quickly realized that Kuroko had not been lying. There were noticeable differences. Kuroko was a lot more flirty, and very much more bold, as was obvious by the way that he had tugged Aomine against him when they reached his car, leaning back onto the side of the vehicle and doing things with his tongue that were inappropriate for public places. Oh hindsight, leaning into the kiss was probably the least feasible option he could have taken, but the second the smaller man's pale lips touched his, his brain had screeched to a halt and was only capable of revolving around the taste and feel of the man pressed against him.
Aomine had to force himself to pull away, and when his eyes caught the motion of Kuroko's tongue darting out to lick his lips, he nearly forgot that they were in a public parking lot in the middle of a commercial area. With a growing sense of urgency, he ushered Kuroko into the car, and very nearly broke several traffic laws on the way to Kuroko's place. At least it was closer than his own apartment. He pulled into the basement carpark, glad that there weren't people around to watch them bump their way up to the apartment like before.
As soon as the engine turned off, Kuroko had fisted his hand into the collar of Aomine's shirt and rather forcefully pulled him across the armrest, continuing the sense-murdering kiss. Again, he didn't put up much a fight, letting the kiss taper off naturally this time, as both of them ran out of oxygen. Their eyes were locked, breaths short and hard, and the air thick with tension.
Kuroko moved, repositioning himself so that he was pushed up higher with a leg on the seat, and wrapped slim arms around Aomine's shoulders. Leaning forward, he planted a soft kiss, almost fluttery, on Aomine's lips, and proceeded to nibble a slow path along his jaw. He slipped a hand down Aomine's chest, tracing the outline of his abs through the cloth.
Aomine was at a bit of a loss. Their first time together, Kuroko hadn't been this assertive. He knew what he wanted, but had let Aomine take the wheel. It wasn't like he was complaining, though. Wrapping an arm around Kuroko's hips, he slid his free hand up his back, under his shirt. His fingers were cold from the air conditioning unit in the car, and as his fingertips made contact with the warm skin of Kuroko's lower back he felt a shiver run through the smaller man.
Tracing circles into the dip of the base of his spine, Aomine let his eyes slide shut as he relished in the feel of Kuroko's exploring lips up to the back of his jaw and over his cheek, back to his mouth.
"Shouldn't we be doing this upstairs?" He asked, in between kisses.
"Too far," came the mumbled reply. "Want you now."
Aomine swallowed hard. His jeans felt a lot tighter all of a sudden. As appealing as the thought of ravaging Kuroko in his car was, it was a Friday night, and he wasn't going to settle with just once. Oh, and Kuroko was drunk. If he decided to fall asleep on him, he didn't want to have to trudge up to the apartment carrying an unconscious man. Planting his hands firmly on Kuroko's hips, he valiantly tried to ignore the feeling of butterfly kisses being traced down the column of his neck.
"We should really go upstairs." There was a response murmured into the curve of his shoulder. "What was that?"
"I said, I should have gotten you drunk." This time, Kuroko leaned back to frown at him. His heartbeat increased slightly at the look on Kuroko's face. Aomine was drunk. He was completely intoxicated by the blue-eyed man. "I don't remember you being so uptight."
"That's probably because you're drunk," Aomine pointed out. He didn't enjoy being the responsible adult, but with the default choice out of commission, he hadn't any other option. "Besides, half of the things I want to do with you, I can't do in a cramped car."
That made the other man pause, the look on his face as he considered his words making Aomine wish he could take back what he said.
"Fine," he decided, turning around and climbing out of the car, leaving Aomine staring blankly at the spot where Kuroko's face had just been. He leaned down to peer at Aomine. "Aren't you coming?"
xx
When Aomine woke up, it took him a second to recall where he was. Rolling over with a groan, he looked at the clock on the bedside table. Eleven-twenty. It wasn't much sleep, considering that they had stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. That, coupled with the strain of overtime at the office had resulted in him being completely knocked out until then. Glancing around, he noted that he was alone, and that the sun was trying hard to spear its beams into the room through heavy curtains. He sat up, for the first time properly taking in Kuroko's bedroom. It was large, able to accommodate a king size bed, a walk-in wardrobe, and a window that took up a whole wall by itself.
Leveraging himself off the bed, he searched for the overnight bag that he had brought up the night before. He kept it in his car for emergencies, and if he had to go on a stakeout, though he found that its most frequent use was for situations like his current. Finding it, he took out his towel and toothbrush and left the room. The bathroom was located at the end of the hallway, after the kitchen. As he walked past the kitchen, he heard more than saw, food being prepared.
As he stood under the shower, he tried to remember what he could of Kuroko's apartment. It was big, much bigger than his own. There was a feeling that nagged at him at the thought. The apartment should be out of the budget of a kindergarten teacher.
Securing a towel around his waist, he exited the bathroom, pausing in front of the kitchen as the smells wafted over to him and reminded him that it had been too many hours since his last meal. Padding in silently, he put a hand on either side of the counter, trapping Kuroko in front of him. He leaned into him, easily settling his chin atop the other's head.
"What's for breakfast?" He asked, pleased at the startled jolt when he had appeared.
Swatting at his face, Kuroko said, "I wasn't sure what time you'd wake up, so I skipped breakfast and went straight to lunch."
Aomine hummed, catching sight of a variety of dishes already set out on the dining table. "Am I supposed to eat all of that?"
"Not if you don't want to. I get really hungry after I drink a lot, so I may have gone a bit overboard."
"Oh yeah, aren't you hungover or something?" Aomine questioned. It should be impossible for a person to drink five rounds of Kuroko's favourite concoction and not have a hangover.
"Kinda," he replied, stirring a pot of curry. "My type of hangover is translated into hunger. I don't get headaches and stuff, but my stomach feels like it's consuming itself."
That, Aomine decided, was extremely unfair. Not only was he beyond attractive, able to hold his alcohol, and cook; he didn't get hangovers. And he could eat like a champ.
"Where have you been all my life," the taller man murmured wryly. Kuroko turned questioning eyes to him, which drooped slightly as Aomine caught his lips in a heated kiss. As he pulled away, he grinned at the amused look on Kuroko's face.
"Didn't you just come out of the shower?"
"I don't mind another. Especially if you're in it, too." He murmured against Kuroko's ear, having discovered the night before that the other man was very sensitive there. He felt a sense of victory as Kuroko's breath hitched. Hands on petite hips, he spun Kuroko around in his arms, the boiling pot of curry completely forgotten by both of them.
They kissed, slow and languorous, the urgency of the night before no longer present. Just as things were starting to heat up, the shrill cry of the doorbell made them jump apart.
With a cry, Kuroko turned hastily to the bubbling pot on the stove. "My curry!"
Quickly, he picked up the ladle and started stirring the orange mass, before switching to another pan that had some vegetables in it and began tossing it like a pro. Aomine watched, taken aback. Wasn't there a person at the door?
"Shall I get the door?" He asked hesitantly. Obviously distracted, Kuroko nodded and with a wave, basically dismissed him. Aomine walked into the living room, feeling an unreasonable irritation at the person who was disturbing them. And things had just started rolling down the hill at a steady pace. Someone had better be dying, he fumed.
Yanking the door open with slightly more force than was necessary, he belatedly remembered that he was dressed in nothing but a towel when he was met with shocked topaz eyes that stared at him. Aomine stared right back. Those eyes looked familiar. Although, the face that they were set in had been distinctively smaller, and much further down his line of sight.
"Did I get the wrong door again?" there was an embarrassed laugh. The man that stood in front of him was blonde, well-built, and so gorgeous it was ridiculous.
Snapping out of his stupor, Aomine crossed his arms, intending the unfriendly vibe he gave off. If the blonde guy was at the right door, that would mean he was here to see Kuroko. And as there were no signs of a blood relation between them, that would only mean one thing; competition.
"That depends on who you're looking for." He retorted, voice gruff.
Blondie had opened his mouth to reply when from inside, both heard Kuroko call out, "Who is it?"
"Ah, Kurokocchi! Thank goodness~ I was at the right place after all!" With a relieved laugh, the man leaned around Aomine, giving him no choice but to allow him past. Even though he might be competition, Aomine could appreciate an attractive person when he saw one. It might have something to do with the fact that he was officially dating a man, but the tan man had been noticing that there were a lot of good-looking guys around. Especially around Kuroko. Take that damn redhead at the bar for example.
The semi-dressed man walked into the kitchen after Blondie, who looked like he was made of helium, the way he was bouncing on his heels. The image of an energizer bunny briefly flashed through Aomine's mind, and he looked away to hide the grin that threatened to split his face in half.
"Whatcha doing?" the man was asking Kuroko, even though it was obvious what he was doing. Kuroko responded with a deadpan look.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Cooking for half the homeless in Tokyo?"
Kuroko tossed him a glare. "I'd throw something at you but it's not worth the damage to my crockery."
"Awww," topaz eyes blinked at him tearfully. "That's too mean~"
Did he really have to say everything in that sing-song voice? Aomine left to go put on clothing. Who knew if someone else would decide to waltz in after Blondie. When he returned, they were still talking about the food.
"Is this all really just for you?" Blondie was asking, inspecting the dishes spread out on the table as Kuroko paid attention to the food on the stove.
"No, some of it is for Aomine-kun." Kuroko replied, and looked up suddenly to give the other man a bland look. "And no, you're not invited."
The amount of satisfaction Aomine got from that reaction was ludicrous. Laughing, Blondie reached over to ruffle Kuroko's hair, banishing the sense of satisfaction and replacing it with annoyance.
"I figured you would say that," the man said, oblivious to the murderous glare Aomine was directing at the back of his head. "But I really came over because I need a huge favour."
At that, Kuroko paused and turned around, finally noticing Aomine's presence. "Oh, Aomine-kun."
The blonde man turned too,
"Aominecchi!" He greeted. I am not your friend, Aomine felt like telling him. I want to punch you in the face. That's not what friends do to friends. Instead, he nodded.
"That's right, you don't know each other. Aomine-kun, this is Kise Ryouta. He's a friend of mine, and an annoying pest."
"Hey! You didn't need to add that last part!"
Kise Ryouta? Aomine had heard that name before, he was sure of it. And those topaz eyes were hard to misplace, given that almost everyone in Japan had black or brown eyes. Suddenly, the memory hit him.
"Kise Ryouta, that model?" He asked. Kise beamed at him, chest expanding with pride at the recognition. "Satsuki was telling me about doing a photoshoot with you."
"Eh, Satsuki?" he looked confused for a moment before snapping his fingers. "You mean Momoicchi?"
Why the hell are you tagging on 'cchi' onto everyone's name? Aomine asked silently. You're an adult, not a middle schooler!
"Yeah," he replied with a nod. Kise's eyes widened suddenly, as though he had just recalled something.
"I remember now! You must be that hot friend she was telling me about!" He exclaimed, a bit too excitedly. Aomine didn't want to ask. Usually if Satsuki told anybody about him, it would be only of the horrible things.
"She told me you were hot, but maaaaaan," he said, giving Aomine a once over that made him uncomfortable because Kuroko was standing right there. With a disappointed huff, Kise turned to Kuroko. "How is it that you always manage to find all the hot ones?"
Kuroko raised an eyebrow. "I googled him up."
Aomine and Kise burst out laughing at the expressionless way he said it. Straightening, Kise wiped away a tear, still chuckling slightly.
"What did you come here for?" Kuroko asked, straightforward. Aomine walked over to the sink and grabbed a cup. He hadn't had anything to drink since the night before and he was thirsty. Filling it up, he leaned a hip against the counter as he watched the two interact.
"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot! My manager got into an accident last ni – are you okay?" Kise and Kuroko turned worried eyes towards Aomine who was coughing violently into his cup. Nodding, he cleared his throat a couple of times and decided that until he found out that the manager wasn't dead, he shouldn't be swallowing anything.
"Anyway, he got hospitalized, and I need to take a train down to see him." Kise continued.
"A train? Where was he when it happened?" Kuroko asked with a frown.
"Hokkaido. He was there for a meeting and was supposed to come back this morning."
"That's unfortunate," the blue-eyed man remarked. Finally deeming the curry done, he turned off the stove. Before he could lift the pot off the stove, Aomine did it for him, placing it in the middle of the table. Kuroko shot him a grateful smile as he turned his attention back to Kise to see the latter watching them with a faintly wistful smile.
"Yeah, so." He quipped, smile disappearing as soon as Kuroko looked at him. "I need someone to help me take care of Ryouko."
Please let it be a dog, Aomine prayed. Regardless of the fact that naming a dog Ryouko would be beyond weird, he didn't want to be stuck taking care of a baby. He could go home, of course, but he knew without a doubt that even if they were taking care of a baby, where Kuroko was, he was going to be. Sighing, he resigned himself to his fate.
"I don't know," Kuroko mused. He shot a glance at Aomine, who in return, shrugged noncommittally. "I guess I don't have a choice if you've got no one else to ask."
"Thank youuu!" Kise threw himself at Kuroko, knocking him back into the counter with a bear hug. "I'll pay you back any way you want! A year's worth of vanilla milkshakes, anything!"
"Okay, okay," the blue-haired man huffed. Kise was heavy, and much bigger than himself. He was completely enveloped in the hug. Patting him on his back, he breathed easier when Kise loosened his grip.
"Where is she now?"
"I left her sleeping in the car. She couldn't sleep last night because of nightmares. I'll go get her right now!" With that, Kise bounded out of the apartment, leaving the two men in silence. Aomine was concerned. If the kid was anything like Kise, then he had just signed himself up for a hell of a time.
xx
To an outsider, it was a comical sight. A tall, dark, handsome man, staring, baffled, at a child little taller than his knees, who was returning the stare with as much wonder.
In fact, to the two adults that were with them, it was a rather funny sight, too.
"Sunshine?" Aomine blurted out without thinking. He knew that he had seen those topaz eyes somewhere.
"Basketball uncle?" She said, looking equally dazed. Something clicked, and Aomine's glassy eyes turned sharp.
"I'm not an uncle," he snapped.
"Ehh~ but you look so old." He could see the resemblance now.
"I'm the same age as your sensei." He griped. Maybe he should start using some of those products that Satsuki had been gifting him for the past few birthdays.
"No way! Sensei looks waaaaay younger than you!"
He briefly wondered if it was child abuse if he 'accidentally' locked her out of the apartment. He was about to retort when Kuroko intervened.
"It's nice that you both know each other. I'm sure you'll get along fine, don't you think, Aomine-kun?" he said pleasantly.
Not fooled by the courteous way Kuroko was speaking, as too many years spent at the side of a woman model had honed his skills at detecting underlying currents in a voice, Aomine nodded meekly.
"Well then, I'm off! Make sure you behave yourself while you're staying with sensei!" Kise bent down and pecked her lightly on the forehead. Ruffling her hair slightly, he straightened and bowed slightly to the waiting pair.
"I'm sorry for taking up your day like this. I promise I'll make it up to you both!"
You'd better, Aomine thought irritably as Kise bounded off with a cheery wave.
He looked down to see the kid clutching Kuroko's hand, the look on her face mournful as she watched Kise step into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, though, she brightened up.
"Ne, ne, sensei," she chirped, tugging unnecessarily on his hand. "Can I watch TV? My favourite cartoon is starting soon."
"Sure, Ryouko-chan. You go on ahead."
Bouncing in a way that was reminiscent of the man that had just left, she made her way into the living room and plopped herself smack in front of the TV. Aomine made to follow her into the apartment, but was stopped by the fingers that curled around his wrist. Turning a quizzical look to Kuroko, he was surprised as the bluenette leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
"I'm sorry about this," he said, eyes searching Aomine's. Almost as though he expected him to be angry. As if he could be angry with Tetsu.
"Can't be helped," he replied with a shrug. It would be fine, so long as Kuroko was there.
"When she's gone, I'll make it up to you," Kuroko's eyes glinted wickedly. There was no way of misinterpreting that message.
Returning the look with a mischievous grin, he pulled Kuroko in for a quick kiss. "I'll hold you to that."