One day, Aomine had found himself relaxing in Kise's apartment, lying in the blonde's bed as said man played with his hair.

"Daiki-cchi, are you happy with me?"

Aomine blinked and sat up, looking into his boyfriend's eyes. "Of course, Ryouta. Why would you even have to ask that?"

Kise shrugged, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. "Well I know you love me. It's just... I know you and Akashi-cchi don't like each other, and I understand that, but I was just wondering if... my still being his friend would affect anything..."

Aomine frowned before cupping a hand around the blonde's face and kissing him softly, with just enough passion to reassure him. "I don't like Akashi," he said, still close enough that Kise could feel the breath leave his lips and grace his own, "but no one will ever affect how I feel when I'm with you."

Kise smiled, his heart pounding. How lucky he was to have this man. He hugged Aomine tightly, kissing him again. "I love you, Daiki-cchi."

"I love you, too, Ryouta.

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The next day, Akashi invited himself over. Kise found this out when he woke up, and found the redhead standing in his doorway. The blonde's eyes widened as he jumped up, looking back to make sure he hadn't disturbed his still sleeping boyfriend. He pushed Akashi out of the room and shut the door behind them. "How did you get in here?" he whispered.

The redhead looked absolutely unfazed. "I have a key."

Kise's brows knitted together. "What? Wince when?"

"Since I made one."

The blond sighed. "Fine. You could've texted me though. Daiki-cchi's still-"

Just then, the door opened to reveal a still sleepy and slightly annoyed Aomine. The bluenette wrapped his arms around Kise's waist, leaning in to where his lips were just above his ear. "Come back to bed, love~"

Kise blushed deeply whilst Akashi glared at the taller man. "He can do what he wants, Daiki."

Aomine frowned as he straightened himself, eyes narrowing as he returned the smaller man's glare. "Jealous much, Akashi?"

The redhead's expression didn't change, but he quickly replied, "As if, but he is my friend too."

Aomine laughed humorlessly and shook his head. "Yeah, and I don't understand how such a loving, well-mannered man can be friends with a brat like you."

Kise frowned. "Daiki-cchi..." Both men ignored the blonde's pleading voice, though.

"I'm the brat? You literally hate me because of Kuroko. You don't even know me, ignorant prick."

"Akashi-cchi..."

Aomine frowned as he pushed Kise gently to the side, stepping up to the smaller man until he was towering directly above him. "Who do you think you are?" he spat through clenched teeth.

"The question is, who do you think you're talking to?" And with that, Akashi shot out his leg, kicking Aomine directly in the shin and effectively bringing him to his level. "Lower your head."

"Why you-"

Kise stepped in just before Aomine could fling his fist forward. "Guys! Stop! Akashi, leave." The redhead stood still, still glaring at the man behind his friend. "Akashi! Leave, now. And don't come back until you can be around Daiki without a fight."

Akashi huffed under his breath and turned to leave. "This isn't over, Daiki," he called.

The tan man growled, his fists clenching at his sides. "You bet your ass it's not!"

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After the incident, things settled down quite a bit. Aomine and Akashi were never at Kise's at the same time anymore, but the blond made time for them both, and Kuroko was taking care of himself again. And just when Akashi was finally starting to build his "I don't care about Kuroko at all" façade, it all came crashing down with six simple words. Perhaps Kise hadn't thought it through, but it didn't matter now.

"Kuroko had what?"

The blond suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wide and full of regret now that he'd realized what he said. "Shit, never mind-"

"No, what did you say, Ryouta?"

Kise sighed deeply. "Kuroko had a date last night..."

Akashi's heart clenched in his chest, but he laughed, cold and bitter. "What poor soul did he have to bribe into that?"

Kise frowned. "That's not nice, Akashi-cchi. Kuroko is a very lovely man."

"Yeah, if you're stupid enough to believe that."

The blond was silent for a long while, whilst Akashi seemed oblivious to the uncharacteristically serious aura radiating from him, a smug smirk still on his lips.

"Akashi."

"Hm?"

"Get out."

The redhead's smirk fell as he stared at the blond incredulously. "Excuse-"

"Get out."

Crimson eyes suddenly darkened with wrath. "Who do you-"

"I will not have you disrespecting my friend under my room."

"Your friend? I thought Daiki-"

"He's my friend, too, Akashi. Because he actually tries to be nice to the man his best friend is in love with."

Akashi was quiet for a long moment, not making a move until Kise's eyes narrowed and he pointed to the door.

"Out."

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It wasn't long before the still seething redhead found himself banging on someone's door. Kuroko's, of all people. The bluenette was certainly more than surprised when he'd opened the door to find Akashi pushing through. Already Kuroko was pissed, but he shut the door behind him anyway, just in time for Akashi to start yelling at him.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Tetsuya?"

Kuroko's brows were knitted together in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

"You think you're better than everyone, don't you?"

Kuroko laughed. "You're kidding, right. What the hell happened to you?"

"Kise kicked me out. Again. Because of his precious Tetsuya~"

Kuroko grimaced. "It's not my fault he's finally seeing you for who you really are. And don't call me-"

Akashi stepped forward, standing up straight so that he just barely loomed over Kuroko, their chests inches apart.

"Tet~su~ya."

Kuroko was already mad, but now he was infuriated. "Look, Akashi. You will respect me in my house. So either use those manners I know your father instilled in you, or get out."

A smirk formed on the redhead's face as he leaned in closer, their lips centimeters apart now. "Make me."

Kuroko growled and placed his hands flat on Akashi's chest, in an attempt to shove him away, but the redhead held firm and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling them even closer. At any other time, Kuroko would've been as red as Akashi's hair in this situation, but he was far too enraged. That is, until Akashi's free hand subtly snaked down between their bodies, resting on the now hardening bulge between Kuroko's thighs.

The bluenette involuntarily squeaked as he palmed his concealed member, and the small, uncontrollable moan that followed after was enough for the redhead. Instinctively, he crashed his lips onto Kuroko's, as the bluenette subconsciously leaned into his hand.

Kuroko tried to resist the kiss for as long as he could before wrapping his arms around Akashi's neck, his fingers intertwining into his soft red hair. Suddenly the friction from Akashi's hand on him wasn't enough, and he instead pushed himself forward to grind onto the other male. The redhead gasped at the sudden movement, and Kuroko didn't hesitate to push his tongue between his now open lips. If it had been a battle, it would have been over very quickly, as Kuroko gave up any fight for dominance once Akashi returned his grinding movements, nearly sending the bluenette over the edge already.

As the redhead swept him off his feet and stumbled down the hall, their lips still interlocked, a fleeting though crossed Kuroko's mind.

'I'm going to regret this in the morning.'