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Summary: -
Words: 376
Notes: so i have this future headcanon about how ryouta somehow really wants to fuck himuro for some reason and about daiki bottoming for him and angry sex and angry ryouta and angry everything. idk what i'm writing but i'd like to see kise fucking daiki like really fucking him senseless and maing daiki scream and come so hard and maybe hurting him a little. ...yeah, whatever.
Ryouta presses Daiki against the white wall, glaring at him through long lashes. Daiki has that annoying ass smirk curving the sides of his lips, and his eyes are gleaming in their living room’s light.
“Don’t treat me as a girl,” Ryouta says, angrily. “You know I’m not.”
His dick is painfully hard against Daiki’s thigh, but he’s not even one bit ashamed; he’s been hard for a long time now; he always is whenever he’s around Himuro and that makes him feel sick and angry and bothered.
“Yeah, there’s something poking me that proves you are not,” Daiki nods. “But you act as a pussy in heat whenever that guy’s around, like a fucking slut. I’m starting to think you are one.”
“Since we got together I only ever slept with you,” Ryouta says through gritted teeth, mouth too closed to Daiki’s and tone too angrily for comfort. “Unlike you, if I remember correctly.”
Daiki doesn’t reply. He has no right to, and at least he knows that; he just stares at Ryouta blankly and silently accuses him of wanting to suck another guy’s dick. Ryouta keeps glaring at him, then steps back.
“Strip,” he says.
Daiki’s smirk grows. “Oh, you angry?” He pulls off his shirt and unzips his pants too quickly, steps out of them and gets off of his boxers, standing in naked glory. “I like it when you’re angry.”
Ryouta knows he’s making fun of him, and it angers him, makes him even more hard and impatient. “Turn around,” he growls.
“Fucking me won’t make you any less slut, Ryouta,” Daiki says, but turns around anyway and sticks his ass towards Ryouta. He rubs it against the bulge in his pants, closing his eyes when he feels Ryouta’s hands unzipping them and pushing them down.
His dick is too hot against his ass and he pushes back, moving his hips insistently until Ryouta slaps him, holds him still. “Treating me as a slut won’t save your ass, Daiki.” He replies, rubbing his cock against the crack of Daiki’s ass.
Daiki moves his hands back, grips Ryouta’s long hair tightly and brings his face closer. “Then fuck me, if you think that will make something better,” he hisses. “But it won’t. Slut.”
012
Summary: Daiki stares at Ryouta, eleven years later standing at his door with his hair long and plain clothes and maybe skinner.
Words: 1376
Warnings: unbeta'ed. AOKISE, future!fic, long haired Kise, maybe angst, unfinished (for now???)
Notes: OKAY SO I know this is very very very late, but, um, it's for that anon-san who asked for aokise reunion after many years with long haired kise?? IDK WHAT YOU WANTED but I attempted (LOL) angst... I know this is a little (much) OOC, BUT in my defense i'm sick of reading Kise running after aomine 90% of the time, and I wanted aomine to be devasted for once. sorry orz. I plan on finishing this someday because i really liked it till now??? um, sorry for posting an unfinished fic for you, BUT i figured it'd be better than posting nothing at all. thanks for the prompt.
Daiki stares at Ryouta, eleven years later standing at his door with his hair long and plain clothes and maybe skinner.
“Your hair got long,” is what he says as a greeting (at least he tries). Kise doesn’t even say anything; he walks past Daiki and makes himself at home.
He gets followed to the living room and doesn’t sit as much as he falls on the couch, heaving a long, long sigh, and then finally looking at Daiki. “You still live here. Why do you still live here?”
“I like my house,” is all that he says – it’s not like he keeps the place because the landlady is sick as fuck and her treatment is probably more than she can pay; he doesn’t mention about how he pays thrice the price just cause he can. Also, it’s totally not because this run down shitty place holds memories and all the most precious years of his life. “I like my house,” he repeats, not sure if it’s the first or second time he says it or if he even says it at all.
“You got rid of our old couch,” Kise observes and stretches like a cat on the new (not so new, but Kise wouldn’t know) couch, before tying a knot on his hair.
Aomine stared at him and fuck it has been so long and Kise is there right now, sitting on his damn couch and acting as if he never left, as if he never disappeared. He shakes his head and says, “I was going out to have dinner with Satsuki and Tetsu.”
“Oh,” Kise says, but doesn’t move at all. “That’s cool. Well, go on, then, I will go back in a while.”
“Okay,” Aomine replies.
He stays where he is, though; because he’s not sure he wants to walk away and never, never see Kise again. He knows it’s stupid and that Tetsu will probably open his belly and feed his stomach to the pigeons for making him and Satsuki wait, but he can’t bring himself to care long enough; Kise is here, and it’s all that matters.
He drags his feet on the floor and falls down next to Kise on the couch. He chances a look at him, but all he sees is his arms and how he looks thin now; he stares down towards his hands and stops at the red, angry lines too dangerously close to it, at the white, fading ones.
“Are you okay?” He asks before he can stop himself. He wants to reach out and touch him and kiss him and ask why and forgive me and please come back but he can’t; his throat is closed and he can barely breathe and there he is, the great Aomine Daiki, feeling his eyes sting with tears as that time when he was six and fell down the riverbank and got some bad injuries.
At least after so many times, he knows he’s not that great anymore.
“I’m always okay!” Kise says, and although it’s a happy tone it’s not, because it’s heartbreaking and damn fake and stupid. “I’m kidding,” he adds. “But it’s not that bad. I lived a while next to the sea, but then I moved to the mountains. It’s nice and refreshing but fucking cold in the winter. I tried to kill myself nine times, they said, but I honestly didn’t.”
Aomine doesn’t flinch at the suddenly burst. He only watches his hands and tries not to blame it on himself, tries to believe it’s not his fault.
“It’s not your fault,” Ryouta goes on, as if reading his mind. “I said I didn’t, okay? Try to kill myself, I mean. It just- you know, it happened and when I noticed it was like ‘oh, okay, then’ and it was good and nice. I’m okay. The mountains, you should go visit, sometime.”
“I waited,” Daiki says, staring at Ryouta’s eyes and trying not to blink tears. “Fuck, I didn’t expect you to leave. When you did, I expected you to come back, and now I expect you to stay. But if you ever go again, I will expect you to come back and I will wait.”
“That’s no good, Aominecchi,” Kise hums. “I’m not enough.”
“You were more than enough for me,” Aomine says, and it’s so true it leaves his mouth before he can think and he doesn’t even feel embarrassed about it. He’s past the point of caring anyway – he has no such pride left.
And it makes Kise smile, a really beautiful and blinding and perfect smile and Aomine’s hands move on their own. He touches his face lightly with his fingertips. It’s been so long he doesn’t even crave for sex anymore, all he wants is to feel the warmth of his body and hug him.
“But we destroy things when we are together. We hurt each other and break the furniture and the plates. I broke your car.”
“I bought another one,” Aomine says. “Two, actually, for when you get angry.”
Kise laughs. He shakes his head and his hair falls from the knot and lands graciously over his shoulder and against his chest. “That’s not the point. It’s just not healthy, what if I kill you?”
“That’s okay,” Daiki says. “You won’t be able to do it even if you want and try really hard anyway, so just come at me and I show you your place,” he’s only half kidding; Kise can probably kill him if he tries because Kise has always had him warped around his finger; if Kise asked, he’d probably swears a lot but end his life himself anyway just because he’s weak like that. And, surprisingly, he’s not even one bit ashamed.
Kise’s smile fades a little and he closes his eyes, leaning against Aomine’s warm hand and letting him rub his cheek; it feels like the old days at morning when everything was alright and they would stay on bed together for hours to end just laughing at silly things and chatting and preparing for the endless fight they were bound to have in the night. It makes his stomach swirl and hurt and maybe all his body is just rotten because everything starts to hurt when he opens his eyes again and looks at Daiki.
He looks at him and mourns over all the years he lost, all the years they lost. He watches his face and how beautiful and adult it looks now; all traces of the child is now gone and all that’s left in his eyes is the opaque color they had on the night before Kise left; he looks sad and happy and relieved and angry and desperate all at once; Aomine looks broken and it destroys himself.
It’s just once, but Kise leans over him and places his lips on Daiki’s, slowly and soft and empty. It hurts so much it feels like someone stabbed him in the chest; hurts more than when he wakes up on a hospital bed with all kind of things attached to him and he can barely move. But he smiles against Aomine’s lips, just once. Once again, just once more.
It feels like eternity but it’s barely a moment; he sits down again and refrains from crying; Kise doesn’t cry anymore. He just stares at his own hands, feeling cold and resentful and certainly lonely, but he doesn’t cry. Aomine does, though, silently and without shaking, without sobbing. Ryouta doesn’t need to look at him to know; he can taste the salty tears in his lips and listen to the screams inside his mind.
“I should go,” he says, softly, barely a whisper.
“Why did you even came?” Daiki asks.
Ryouta closes his eyes and breathes the scent he missed so much deeply. “I had a dream,” he says, opening his eyes again. He turns to Aomine and proceeds to dry his tears with his sleeves. “I dreamed about you,” he goes on, rubbing Aomine’s cheeks. “But when I woke up, I couldn’t remember your face. I forgot.”
“Then that was for the best,” Aomine says, moving away from Kise’s hands.
“I don’t want to forget, though,” Kise says. “After all I’ve always wanted to be destroyed.”
@sei-ka
I'm sorry for postponing this reply for so long! ごめんなさい!
Thank you for your always lovely messages! ;_; They make me really happy and motivated - I'm sorry I'm not good, though!
Please keep putting up with me!
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011
Summary: Kise doesn’t get so see a movie of his memories, and then everything goes black.
Words: 969
Warnings: unbeta’ed. death, torture, a little bit of gore. hints of akaki and aoki, AU.
01.
“I think Daiki is fit,” is what Akashi says.
His tone is the same as always, except he doesn’t feel not even half as confident as he sounds. He hates it, but he searches around the room for Shintarou, wanting to find at least a little bit of reassurance; he gets none of it, though, as Shintarou averts his eyes to the chair Murasakibara is sitting in as if it’s the most fantastic furniture he has ever seen in his whole 28 years life.
He looks at Daiki, but he only gets a blank stare in response. He won’t say no; part of it is due to Akashi’s orders always being absolute – but this is different. Akashi isn’t demanding, isn’t giving him an order; for once, Akashi is actually scared and unsure and looking, really looking at him like he has done just once or twice in the whole time they’ve known each other.
Daiki won’t say no, because he knows he has no choice. He’s the best out of them, and he’s the only one with chances of getting back home alive. If he stays, he’s sure they are all going to be killed off in a blink of an eye. Come back to us, is what Akashi doesn’t say.
“I’m sorry, Akashicchi, but I think this is just stupid.”
Akashi stares at Kise, sitting a little bit uncomfortably on the ground next to Tetsuya’s feet. He doesn’t say anything, just watches him because Akashi agrees with him – this is just stupid, this whole meeting; if there’s a hope, it’s Daiki – and he trusts Daiki; he knows Daiki will come back.
“Think about it,” Kise says. “I think Aominecchi can’t do it at all, because he’s too flamboyant. He will be seen too quickly and then he will be murdered – no doubt there. I think,” he breathes. “I’m the best choice.”
“What?” Aomine growls. “Are you crazy? I am the only one-”
“Awn, stop, Aominecchi,” Kise says. “Don’t worry; I won’t take the credits for it. I will go, but you are the one there.”
Akashi watches as Daiki’s jaw clenches; he glares at Kise and silently says many things he can’t voice; Akashi grimaces and nods at Ryouta – Akashi is a coward.
02.
Everyone left already, except Ryouta. He stays behind with a fake smile that almost manages to fool everyone, but only serves the purpose of letting them know how conflicted he is.
He gets up from the ground and walks slowly towards Akashi, leaning against the heavy painted wall. Ryouta tries to smile again, but it looks as stupid as the last time so Akashi gives him a hard stare.
“It’s okay,” Ryouta says. He puts his arms loosely around Akashi and rests his chin on top of his head.
“You will die,” Akashi says. It comes with no fear, no doubt. It’s a simple statement, a matter of fact.
And it makes Ryouta smile – a real one this time. He backs of a little and bends over, brushing his lips against Akashi’s and straightening his back. “I know.”
03.
“If Aominecchi goes, everyone will die. You are strong, Akashicchi, but you can’t protect everyone – not alone. I can at least kill some of them – you and Aominecchi will be able to handle the rest when they get here.”
04.
Kise ignores how his heart pounds against his chest and smiles, walks outside and meets everyone. The silence is hurting his ears.
05.
“Kise-kun, good luck.”
“Don’t worry, Kurokocchi! I will come back for sure.”
“We will be waiting.”
06.
“Why are you making this face, Midorimacchi? It’s depressing.”
“Shut up!”
“I will be okay.”
“I hope you die.”
“I’m sorry.”
“By the way I happened to have your lucky item for today.”
“Thank you.”
07.
“Kisechin, are you scared?”
“I’m not!”
“I’d be scared if I were you. It looks scary. What if you die and there’s no food in heaven?”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m going to hell.”
“You won’t. Kisechin is very kind. Akachin won’t tell you, but he’s afraid.”
“I know.”
“I’m afraid too.”
08.
“Aominecchi, if you keep making this ugly face, you are going to get wrinkles.”
“Shut up, you bastard. I hope you come back alive, because if you don’t – if you die, I swear I’m going to open the gates of hell myself and bring you back just so I can beat you to death again so hard you won’t ever be able to reborn.“
“Okay. I’m telling you I’m going to come back, so just wait for me.”
“We aren’t going anywhere.”
09.
No one says anything and it’s infuriating; Kise wants to scream the silence away because it’s scary. He’s scared.
10.
“I’ve always loved you, Aominecchi.”
11.
“I expect you to be back at 9PM,” Akashi finally says.
Kise sighs relieved; he grins at Akashi.
12.
Kise gets shot at seven o’clock. The pain is hallucinating, but it makes him laugh. He chokes on his blood and then gets up; he’s shot again after no more than a second. He can feel his body being pierced by the bullets, but has no time to think about it at all.
He doesn’t get so see a movie of his memories, and then everything goes black.
Kise gets back to consciousness at nine o’clock, but decides it would be definitely better if he hadn’t. He gets to feel every one of his fingers being cut off; he gets to see the blood and his body being mutilated; he gets to see a knife too close of his face, and then he can’t see anything anymore – he can only feel the pain as flesh and bone fall on the ground.
He dies at ten o’clock.
13.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“Rest in peace, Ryouta.”
010
Summary: To him, sex is supposed to be between two people only; any more than that is a crowd, and Daiki doesn’t like crowds that much.
Words: 1062
Warnings: unbeta’ed. AOKI, mentions of threesomes, crack.
“I was thinking,” Kise says one night when they are having dinner. He’s stabbing the omurice Kagami taught him how to make, but he’s eating none of it – Daiki knows, it’s probably more modeling bullshit about how he needs to lose the weight he’s already lacking, which is totally ridiculous giving the fact Kise is so light even Tetsu could carry him. “Why do we have to choose one person, and love this same person forever?”
“Eat your food,” Daiki tells him and stares while he takes a forkful and puts it in his mouth, chewing graciously before swallowing. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m happy with you,” he says, resuming his stabbing around when he thinks Daiki is busy enough to not notice it. “But don’t you think it would be nice to invite someone over?”
It’s hard to know what he’s talking about; in any case, Daiki shots his plate a pointed look that clearly orders Kise to eat his damn food – which he does, but not quite, putting so little in his mouth Aomine doesn’t even know if there’s enough to chew. “Are you talking about a threesome?” He asks then, before swallowing his own food.
There’s a little more of shoving around his plate before he leans a little bit over the table and looks at Daiki. “I was actually thinking about how hot it would be to watch; but, yeah, can be a threesome if you want me to participate – and I’m eating,” he hushes, shoving more food inside his mouth before Daiki can make it himself.
Ryouta is a really weird one, Daiki muses; who in the world would like to watch while his partner has sex with someone else than them? He eats in silence for some minutes, if only to prevent Kise from talking and rejecting his food. In any case, he doesn’t like the idea not even one bit; Ryouta has been around for long enough to make Daiki ditch sex with other people, and he would be poorly lying if he ever said he has interest in it now. He’s fine as he is, and he’s too possessive to ever want to think about someone touching Ryouta the way he does.
So he opens his mouth to say no thank you, but Kise gives him an expectant look take makes him instead ask, “Why would you want to do it?”
“Because you always look good whenever you are having sex with me,” he says. “But I never manage to properly appreciate it, so I’m frustrated.”
“Just record it or something,” Daiki tells him dismissively, resuming his eating. He already ate half his portion, while everything Kise did was shoving his food from a side to another in his plate in hope it would magically disappears. Daiki wonders how much time he will have to sit in this table tonight until Kise finishes it.
“That’s not the same, Aominecchi!” Kise complains, and there it is: the annoying determination that probably can take Kise to wherever he wants, can give him whatever the hell he wishes to have.
It’s not even nearly as effective with Daiki as it is with other people, but still earns Kise a chance, even if really small, to convince him. “Okay, tell me about it and I will think.”
Kise nods. “It’s really just sex and I honestly will cut your dick off if you enjoy it too much, Aominecchi. At first I thought about Kurokocchi because we can always just talk him into it – it would take a while, but he would give in because he always does. But,” he stops to point his fork at Daiki. “Now I think it’s better if it’s not someone we are close to, so, um, I’ve been thinking, about, maybe, Minato?”
Aomine stares at him. “If by Minato you mean Kimura Minato from my team, then god damn it, Kise, no.”
“Why not? He would agree, and he’s kind of cute when he’s quiet,” Kise says, putting his fork down only to pick it again when Daiki glares at him.
“Because that’s disgusting. Besides, I’m not sure if I can get it up with a guy other than you.” Daiki says, and knows it’s something he will spend nights thinking about and regretting. He growls, annoyed at himself, and then swallows the last of his food.
“Women are fine too!” Kise says. “Maybe Momocchi would agree.”
“Now that is disgusting.”
Kise rolls his eyes at him, silently accusing him for being a prude. But Daiki is not; he really isn’t. He’s all in for new experiences and for as far as he’s concerned, he’s never the one to turn down something Kise wants to try; but, to him, sex is supposed to be between two people only; any more than that is a crowd, and Daiki doesn’t like crowds that much.
“Then you can pick the person! I’m telling you, anyone is fine, anyone you want. There must be someone you want to fuck, right? At least one person. This is a one-life-time opportunity, Aominecchi – not everyone’s husband is willing to do this.”
“Oh?” Daiki says, putting his chin is his hand. “This is utter and complete bullshit. Did you remember telling me not to shower after practice because I was being stared at? Can you tell me about how the fuck you went from that to this?”
“People can change!” Kise says, indignantly. He pushes his plate a little to the side, tentatively, but retrieves it because Aomine’s glaring again. “Just tell me a name, and we can make it happen.”
“Why,” Aomine says, and sighs dramatically to get his point crossed. “Why would I want someone else when I get to fuck the most well paid actor and model of Japan? Who by the way just made it first place in some stupid ranking like hottest men in Japan?”
In which you just ranked eight, Kise wants to point out, but doesn’t because he’s too busy chewing his cold food. He swallows. “Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to Midorimacchi and it’s seriously scary.”
And it is, because the idea he reminds someone of Midorima makes him shudder with a bad feeling. He’s sure he has been insulted just now, but whatever complaint he meant to voice was forgotten at the sound of Kise’s voice.
“We can invite Midorimacchi!”
so many difficult prompts ( ；´Д｀) but since they are all very interesting, I will write them all, yes.
It may take a while, but they are going to be written for sure!
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009
Summary:“Oh, and you are that coach from Seirin,” he says. “Your lack of boobies in very recognizable.”
Words: 487
Warnings: unbeta’ed. AORIKO.
Notes: um, for anon-san who asked for aoriko with aomine being a total jerk? well, that was a really weird pairing at first, but it works surprisingly well! if they were to have a relationship, it would be very funny. I’m sorry aomine is not really an ass at the end. thank you for your prompt.
On Friday, they meet by chance in a convenience store. He notices Riko carrying more things than a girl her height can manage, so he knows she will fall spectacularly in a few moments; she didn’t spot him yet, so he takes a step back and stares at her because people falling is always hilarious.
However, after five minutes, she doesn’t fall, and neither do the things she’s carrying.
He gets angry because things didn’t go his way, so he prompt walks towards her and shoves her kindly to the side; an accident.
Riko does lose her balance, but she falls in his direction and there’s no time for him to take a step back and let her to the ground, so instead her shoulder is digging painfully against his chest, and he pushes her back to her feet because it hurts.
“That was dangerous,” she says, fixing the things on her arms, and then looks up. “Oh, it’s Aomine-kun,” she says, and maybe snorts a little too.
Aomine gives her his best and who the fuck are you stare, even though he knows who she is, and even though he knows she knows he knows who she is.
So he goes for another kind of approach, just because he can’t let skills drop a level. “Oh, and you are that coach from Seirin,” he says. “Your lack of boobies in very recognizable.”
He stares in amusement as her face contorts to some ugly smile that makes her look scary, and then there’s a sharp pain on his middle where she just punched him very skillfully while holding so many things.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, not looking sorry at all. “My hand slipped.”
Aomine glares at her and thinks she could use one or two more mean words, but before he manages to actually say something, she lost her balance again and every heavy box she carries fall on him. They are really heavy and effectively make him lose his balance as well, and he goes direct to the store’s ground with everything she was carrying on top of him.
“Oi,” he starts, ready to throw every insult he knows towards her and her team, but she’s also on the ground next to him, rubbing her head. “Why does everyone bump on me?” She groans, accepting the hand the apologetic guy who just made them fall offers. She gets up and tells he guy she’s okay, and then the guy’s gone as fast as he appeared.
“What about me?” Aomine whines, pushing the things aside. “I fell too! Fucking rude, isn't he?”
“Aomine-kun,” she says, looking down at him. “You are almost 2 meters tall, I’m sure you can pick yourself up from the ground,” she smiles a little devilish and then adds, “You can pick my things up while you are it, too.”
“Like hell I will,” he says.
But he picks it up anyways.
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um, hello (*´_ゝ｀)
since I'm bored as fuck, please feel free to drop a prompt on my askbox! any pairing or kink is okay.
I'm not great or anything, but I will try my best (❁´◡`❁)
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A Valentine's Day Headcanon
Momoi makes chocolate for everyone on valentine's day. She gives a box to Kise and one to Akashi, three boxes to Mukkun, throws Daiki's at him and stomps away, and then takes her time so she can give Kuroko the chocolate she made.
Kise thanks her and puts it on his bag. He doesn't eat it, but he doesn't throw it away with the rest either; he leaves it there because he's grateful Momoi took her time to do it, even if it tates like crap.
Akashi eats his out of pure politeness and says she's getting better everyday. He does have a stomach ache when he gets home, but he thinks it's okay to make someone's day once in a while.
Murasakibara munches on his three boxes in less than twenty minutes. He likes kinoko no yama more than Momoi's chocolates, but he isn't one to reject food, especially if it's limited edition.
Aomine stares at Satsuki's back while she walks away and wonders if the girl is just crazy or something. He gets his box out of the gym's floor anyway and tries one of her chocolates. It's worse than the last year's, and he complains everytime he puts one in his mouth, but he eats the whole box.
Kuroko thanks Momoi and procceeds to open his box while she watches expectantly. He intents to share his box with Momoi, but then she eats one of her chocolates and realizes it tastes awful and buys some at the convenience store so she can give Tetsu as an apology. Kuroko doesn't accept it.
dude! do u kno how weird it is that that aokise!brothers fic u just published is almost exactly the same as what aominecchisdick was talking about today
agh, yes, that's because it happens to be the same fic... I was the anon who said would write the fic for her c: i sent an anon ask because this is a side blog and i don't want to associate it with my main... so yeah WW
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Summary: Haizaki has always liked forbidden things.
Words: 3129
Warnings: unbeta’ed. shota!kise, sibling!aoki. (almost) rape. noncon!haiki
Notes: Ryouta and Daiki are step brothers; Kise's mom married Daiki's dad and they moved in together. Their parents are out working cause I don't feel like writing original characters at all. I think... this is for aominecchisdick? WHAT AM I WRITING OH MY GOD I'M SO SO SORRY I'M SURE THIS WAS NOT WHAT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT BUT /FUCK/. WHATEVER I just couldn't write a properly rape scene cause it made me sick fkjgnjk and I wanted to write aoki bonding time, BUT IDK. Sorry. Also, I'm sorry for the way it ends. SRSLY.
01
Ryouta knocks on Daiki-nii’s door and waits a moment until he opens it and stares him down. He’s wearing one of the old jerseys he stole from Daiki’s wardrobe and now serves the purpose of pajamas only; he looks kind of cute when Daiki hushes him to the corridor and closes his door safely behind his back.
His smile makes Daiki think about that day Ryouta’s mom dragged them to that sunflower field close to his granny’s house, in the countryside. It makes him kind of dazzled and blinds him because it’s as bright as the flowers reflecting the sun in that particularly perfect day, so he shifts his gaze from his face to the top of his head.
It doesn’t help much.
“I,” Ryouta says, bouncing a little in his spot and looking full of energy. “Will play with Daiki-nii too!”
It takes a second for the words to settle on Daiki’s brain, but he saw that coming; so instead of surprise, he shows his brother a serious face and crosses his arms. “No. You go to your room and do your homework.”
“But I want to play with Daiki-nii!” Ryouta insists, looking up at him. His angry expression gets more aggravated when he notices Daiki is not looking and him, but at something on the wall on his back. He jumps to catch his brother’s attention.
Daiki effectively looks at him, but still shakes his head. Honestly, although Ryouta is a bit clumsy and can’t shoot that good yet, Daiki enjoys going on one-on-ones with him. He’s sure Ryouta will be a good player in no time if he keeps training, and he’s totally willing to teach him everything he can, but the thing is, Daiki doesn’t like to share.
Be his friends, teammates or Ryouta, he doesn’t like it. He avoids bringing his friends home because that means he has to neglect Ryouta a little, and that means Ryouta will make everything he can for a little bit of attention, even if not Daiki’s. He’s unhappy when Ryouta gets the attention he needs from someone else than him, and even more unhappy when his friends ignore him to play with Ryouta. It makes him angry and frustrated because he wants some space, some time for himself and for the people he wants to talk to and for the things he feels like doing that doesn’t involve his little brother.
“Nope. Get your homework done with, or I will tell mum,” he replies. He knows he’s being childish, but he doesn’t care. “Go, go,” he says, as if he’s shooing a dog away.
“I want to play with you,” Ryouta repeats, and suddenly his eyes look too big for his round face and they are shining and all watery and his brows furrow and Daiki sighs because he’s already used to this. It took him almost two years of living together and panicking over his tears to make him able to tell the difference between these crocodile tears and the real ones.
“No, Ryouta,” he says. He knows Ryouta will stop crying in no time and go back to his room, engage in some fun activity and be all good by the time he comes back home.
But after three full minutes of complete silence Ryouta doesn’t go back to his room, neither does he stop crying; instead, he starts to make a lot of sound, crying louder every time a sob makes its way out. His tears are incredibly big and there’s more water running down his checks than Daiki had in the shower this morning; it makes him muse about how can his brother be the solution for the world’s water problem.
But then the door to his room opens and Kagami’s voice makes him snap back to reality. “But what the hell are you doing, Ahomine?!” He asks.
He doesn’t get the rude treatment when he so thoughtfully let the bastard inside his house, but he has no chance to voice his complaints as Kuroko emerges from besides him and runs towards Ryouta, crouching down in front of him and wiping away his tears with his sleeves. “What happened, Ryouta-kun?” he asks.
Ryouta sobs against Kuroko’s hands and clings to him like a three years old brat. “I wanted to play,” sobs, sobs, “basketball with Daiki-nii,” ugly something running down his noise and more gross sobbing, “and with you guys, but,” a hand helping him get rid of the fluids on his face, “Daiki-nii said I can’t and that I should get lost!”
“What?!” Daiki snaps, throwing his arms up. “I didn’t say it, are you kidding me?! I just told you to go make your damn homework!” He circles them so he’s standing behind Kise’s back and looking at Kuroko. “Don’t mind him, Tetsu, he’s always like this.”
“So do you often make Ryouta-kun cry like this, Aomine-kun?” Kuroko is staring at him with the same blank expression as always, but he manages to make it look dangerous and scary.
It’s getting out of hand, Daiki notes angrily. He just planned on having some little street ball game with his friends, why did things get so out of control? He hushes forwards and unwraps Ryouta from Tetsu, turning his brother to look at him. “You shouldn’t lie, Ryouta,” he says. “Now be a good boy and go to your room, okay? I will play with you when you finish your homework, okay?”
He’s sure his tone doesn’t leave any room for confrontation, because Ryouta doesn’t try to convince him anymore. Instead, he just stares at him with his big watery eyes and pouts.
Daiki is grateful he has also gotten used to this lost puppy face, so he easily brushes him aside and hushes him towards his room. He waits until he gets inside and closes the door, and then turns back to Tetsu and Kagami.
“Stop judging me,” he warns them, pointing them a finger. “I don’t want to wait for that guy anymore, so get down quickly before he comes back, and, Kagami,” he says. He waits till the other boy is staring at him so he can finish, “you are totally going to cook us dinner later.”
02
When Haizaki arrives, he’s aware he’s late for their street game, but it’s not his fault he has things to take care of. He rings the doorbell once, and then twice, and is about to ring it for the third time when he just figures he should make himself at home.
He holds the door knob and opens the door. He steps out of his shoes, glad to know he wasn’t lock outside just because he was two hours and twenty-one minutes late. He looks around the empty house and calls, “Daiki?”
Since he has no response, he shrugs and proceeds to climb up the stairs. He gets on the second floor and walks to Daiki’s room, from where he can listen to a bunch of sounds, and opens the door without as much as a knock. “Hello, you little shits,” he starts, stepping inside.
Haizaki stops when he doesn’t see Daiki, or Tetsuya, or Kagami. He stares at the small figure half inside Daiki’s closet, half outside, legs sprawled on the ground. “Oh, it’s just the little brother,” he says, getting inside the room anyway.”Where are the others, Ryouta-chan?” He asks, closing the door behind himself.
Ryouta rubs his head where he hit it when he fell, trying to sooth the pain away. “Hello, Shougo-kun,” he says. “Daiki-nii, Kurokocchi and Kagamicchi went to the courts already.” He pouts a little, remembering he was casted aside.
“Is that so?” Haizaki hums interested, walking forward slowly. “What were you doing?” He asks, staring at him.
This kid always makes him bothered, he notices, as his gaze trails off to the white thighs barely covered by a worn out jersey. He takes in Ryouta’s childish complexion, how he looks just absolutely forbidden in the big jersey he’s sure was Daiki’s possession somewhere in the past.
Haizaki licks his lips; he has always had a liking for forbidden things.
“Looking for Daiki-nii’s old notebooks,” Ryouta replies, turning back to the closet. “I can’t to my homework alone, and I want to finish it quickly because then he said he will play with me.”
He gets on his knees again and shoves his head back in the closet, an arm supporting his weight and the other moving around the obscure depths of Daiki’s closet. Haizaki takes a step forward in his direction, licking his lips again to the way Ryouta wriggles his shorts clad ass in the air as he searches for the notebooks.
Haizaki thinks this boy makes it on purpose – he’s almost sure it has to be on purpose, because he was tempting him with too much vigor to be something unconscious. It was almost, almost annoying, and Haizaki had to have a seriously good self restraint up until now not to attack him. He didn’t really want to jump Ryouta while Daiki was around casting all kinds of evil spells and black magic upon everyone who dared as much as to look at his brother.
But this – this was just perfection. It was the opportunity he was waiting for, better than anything he could ask for. If they are out for a match, he’s sure those basketball idiots will stay there for as long as they manage, and by that he means until it is pit black or until their ball get a hole on it or until Kagami is the one with a big hole in his stomach.
Probably the latter.
He shrugs, because Kagami is not his definition of sexy and he doesn’t want to kill his hard-on prematurely, and closes the distance between himself and Ryouta. “Is that so?” he says, his voice getting husky. “Why don’t you play with me instead, huh, Ryouta?”
Ryouta looks back when he senses a strange change in the atmosphere. He stares at Shougo, alarmingly close to his back, and sits up straight, textbooks forgotten. “Shougo-kun?” He asks, slowly.
He gets no reply, but Shougo takes a step more in his direction, invading his personal space. Haizaki looks way bigger and scarier in the position they are in, especially when his large hands are around his middle pulling him up.
Ryouta lets out a surprised and pained yelp as he’s thrown on top of Daiki’s bed. He tries to get up using his arm for support, but after just a second Haizaiki is hovering over him, staring him down with a predatory grin on his face that makes Ryouta shiver.
“Shougo-kun,” Ryouta calls, a bad feeling running through his body.
He puts his hand tentatively on Haizaki’s shoulder, as to make him come back to himself; it doesn’t help at all. Instead of coming back to himself, Haizaki supports his weight on his legs and grips at the hem of his oversized jersey, pulling it out of his small body with ease and shoving it somewhere on the floor.
“Shougo-kun!” Ryouta cries, inching away from him on the bed. He looks around in despair, searching for a way to escape whatever the hell Haizaki has in store for him, but sees no available route as they are all blocked but the huge body trapping him. “Wait,”
“No need to be afraid, Ryouta,” he says roughly. “I will take good care of you while your big brother is outside, huh? Isn’t that great?”
Ryouta thinks it’s not great at all. He wants to cry and run and lock himself in the bathroom with his mobile phone and call his dad as he was instructed in case there is an emergency. He wants to call Daiki-nii and ask for help, he’s scared and helplessly.
He watches in horror as Haizaki moves his head down, and cries out a disgusted yelp when he feels a wet path being licked on the skin of his neck, down his collarbone towards his chest. He moves around, trying to push him away, desperately trying to kick him and get free; Haizaki’s stronger, though, and he easily grips at his wrists, holding them up with one hand.
Haizaki offers Ryouta the most frightening smile he has ever seen. “Don’t resist, Ryouta-chan. It can be enjoyable if you obey me as a good boy, you know?”
Ryouta feels his eyes starting to sting with tears, but he fights them back; Daiki is always telling him to man up and stop crying at everything or else he won’t have the will power to do things by himself. He’s not stupid; he knows what’s going on, he knows there no one to help him. He doesn’t want Haizaki to touch him as the guys touch the girls in those videos Daiki sometimes watches.
It makes him feel disgusted and grossed out. He wants to throw up when he feels a hand running along his upper body, fingers digging into his flesh. It makes his desperate when the fingers hook themselves in the waistband of his shorts, and he resumes his kicking and trashing around.
Haizaki’s strong grip in his wrists is hurting him, and he’s scared and the tears are failing out now; he screams for help and tries to kick Haizaki away again, but it only serves to make the other man angry. Haizaki punches him in the face.
His cheek hurts. The stinging sensation hurts a lot, but the prospect of what is to come hurts him a lot more; He doesn’t want it to happen. He knows resisting will only make it worse, but Ryouta still resists anyway. He hopes Daiki-nii will come back, will realize he should have let Ryouta go with them, will help him.
“Stop, you little shit!” Haizaki snaps in a dangerous tone, slamming his fist on Ryouta’s belly. It effectively makes Ryouta shuts up and stops the trashing around while he coughs and tries to get his breath back. “I told you to stop, so you do as I say, or I will hurt you.”
Ryouta knows he will be hurt one way or another, but can’t get enough air back to his lungs to voice his thoughts. A shiver runs through his body again making Ryouta closes his eyes when Haizaki gets a firm grip on his shorts and tugs down, and then everything happens too fast.
Suddenly there’s a lot of screaming and swearing. Ryouta opens his eyes in time to see Daiki storming through the distance between the door and the bed, in time to see his brother punch Haizaki right in the face with as much force as he can summon.
He doesn’t see Kuroko entering the room – he doesn’t see Kuroko at all until he’s on the bed with him, hugging him protectively and whispering soothing things at him, warping he sheets around his half naked body while Daiki throws Haizaki on the floor, kneeling over him and holding onto his shirt tightly. Daiki punches him again and again, screaming obscenities and death treats until Kagami gets a hold of him and pulls him back.
“Get off me!” He screams, trying to shove Kagami back and kick Haizaki at the same time. “Get off me, Kagami!”
And Kagami does.
For a brief second, Ryouta thinks Kagami lets Daiki go on purpose; Kagamicchi is as strong as Daiki-nii and he’s sure he could have hold his brother back. The thought is forgotten while he watches the look of utterly disgust in Kagami’s face being suddenly replaced with something Ryouta can’t name when Daiki resume his beating.
He kicks Haizaki’s stomach three times before Ryouta pulls himself together and starts screaming. He doesn’t want Daiki to hurt other people; he doesn’t want Daiki to kill anyone as he’s saying he will, and he doesn’t want Haizaki to suddenly punch, to suddenly kick back and hurt Daiki.
Ryouta frees himself from Kuroko. He moves quickly to the edge of the bed, but when his feet touch the ground he notices he shaking too much to stand steadily. He falls on the floor and crawls until he has a firm grip on Daiki’s back. He knows he doesn’t have strenght to pull him back, but he still tries.
Daiki only stops when he feels the back of his shirt getting wet with what he’s sure it’s not sweat. He falls back on his ass panting, breathing hard. He’s still glaring at Haizaki, still want to kill him. He hears Tetsu’s quiet voice and he’s sure he’s talking with the police, especially when Kagami moves forwards quickly to get a hold of Haizaki and prevent any escape.
“Daiki,” Ryouta sobs, holding onto his jersey. “Daiki, Daiki, Daiki,”
He turns around, warping his arms around his brother and pulling him close, holding him securely into his arms. He embraces him tightly and then pulls away a little to check if everything is alright. He grabs the sides of his head with his hands and stares at the red angry mark on his cheek.
He feels like shoving Ryouta aside and punching Haizaki some more, but the pleading look on Ryouta’s face stops him from doing so; instead, he runs his hands through his brother’s hair, searching for any bleeding or bump on his head. He sighs relieved when he feels nothing, and then proceeds to place Ryouta’s short back on his waist.
“Are you okay?” He asks, frantic. “Are you hurt? Did he– did he–”
“I’m, I am,” Ryouta tries, sucking up the sobs. “It’s fine– Daiki-nii, I was so scared,” he sobs, hugging Daiki again.
“It’s okay,” Daiki replies, patting his back. “It’s okay now, everything is okay now.” He breathes harshly before his angers towards Haizaki turns into anger towards himself. It makes tears falls down from his eyes. “Oh, god, Ryouta, I’m sorry,” He groans. “I’m so, so sorry. Fuck, it’s all my fault. Sorry, please, forgive me.”
Ryouta does, but Daiki keeps asking for forgiveness as if voicing a chanting until the police arrives.
03
When Daiki wakes up in the next day, Ryouta is pressed against his side, holding onto him as if life depends on it. His head is buried in the mattress in the space besides his chest and under his arm. He’s sleeping soundly and peacefully, but Daiki can’t help being uneasy.
There’s a big mark on Ryouta’s cheek that’s turning a really ugly shade of purple and it’s painful to even look at. He stares at it feeling guilty and angry, and then warps his arms around Ryouta’s small body and pulls him closer.
He breathes into his hair, his tears wetting the blonde locks while he whispers incoherencies and pleads for forgiveness.
Not Ryouta’s, but his own.
006
Summary: “Oh, yes, of course. But,” Akashi smiles. “He said he couldn’t tonight, since he was busy with work in Kabukichou."
Words: 867
Warnings: unbeta'ed. UNFINISHED (seriously); teikou days, no pairing
Notes: while I was walking home today, this just flashed on my mind. I really wanted to write Kise working as as host or something, and being spied on. I might finish this one day, cause my goal is to write Akashi requesting Ryouta in a club or something.
When Daiki spots Akashi on the rooftop, walking towards him, he gets just a little bit scared. They were fine yesterday, so it’s probably something that happened today. Daiki nods to himself and proceeds to search around his brain for whatever the hell he did wrong through the day.
He recalls waking up, walking to school, sleeping on class (“but that’s just the right thing to do,” his brain offers helpfully, “and besides Midomama already gave me the speech of the day about it.”), skipping math so he could sleep some more, eating some snacks-
“Daiki,” Akashi says, dragging him back to reality. “How are you?”
“Fine,” Daiki replies slowly, sitting up straight. “I think.”
He watches cautiously as Akashi smiles at him and sits down across from him. “I was thinking,” Akashi starts, “do you know what Ryouta is up to, these days?”
The question surprises him, so he stares at Akashi interrogatively. “No? Why would I know?”
“He’s been acting strange,” Akashi elaborates, watching him intently.
“He’s always weird,” Daiki replies.
Akashi sighs and looks annoyed for a second, then he leans forwards in a secretive fashion and his eyes gleam. “Okay, then how about this,” he says. “I went after him today so I could tell him about our extra practice tomorrow. Momomiya-san from his class told me he had gone to the bathroom, and since it was on my way, I decided I would wait for him. I heard him on the phone,” Akashi lowers his voice. “He was telling someone he couldn’t tonight, since he was busy with work.“
Daiki is not following at all; Akashi is never really interested in their lives or what they do outside of basketball. Besides, did Akashi just admit he was eavesdropping? “Then what?” Daiki asks, feeling out of the loop. “He does work, doesn’t he? Isn’t it normal for him to be busy once in a while?”
“Oh, yes, of course. But,” Akashi smiles. “He said he couldn’t tonight, since he was busy with work in Kabukichou. What do you think, Tetsuya?”
“Which work would Kise-kun have in Kabukichou?”
Daiki jumps in his mini-heart attack. He glares at Tetsu, sitting comfortably besides him and looking very much interested. “Will you ever stop?!” He groans, hitting his shoulder lightly. “And don’t say you were here from the beginning, because you were not.”
“I just arrived,” Kuroko agrees.
He looks over at Akashi and wonders how Akashi can always spot Tetsu so easily. He’s about to ask, when he remembers what he was being told. “Maybe he’s partying,” He says.
“But almost every place in Kabukichou is for adults only.” Tetsu says, pushing his hair back.
“Oh, please,” Aomine says. “I can enter any club there as easily as I enter school.”
Akashi ignores the dirty look Kuroko shots Daiki and straights his back. “I bet you can,” he smiles. “And that’s it, Daiki. I want you to follow Ryouta tonight.”
“What? No, no way,” Aomine says, shaking his head. “Not interested.”
“Tetsuya will go too, won’t you?”
“Yes,” Tetsu says, eyes bright. “This is just like Tantei Shiro-kun To Kuro-san.”
Daiki has no idea what Tetsu is talking about, but, knowing him, he’s sure it has something to do with those detective novels he’s always carrying around. He notices Akashi understands the reference, though, as their captain nods at him and smiles.
“I know you are interested,” Akashi says, looking back at him. “Last time you invited him out, he turned you down; now he’s going to Kabukichou alone. Why do you think is that? Maybe he doesn’t want to share the girls.”
He knows what Akashi is doing; he knows he’s just pushing his buttons, but he gets angry anyways because it’s true. Kise did turn him down when they planned a two days trip to Oosaka so they could have a look at Tobita Shinchi, but that was understandable; even Daiki turned his classmates down after he thought better about it.
He shakes his head again. “No. You go if you are interested.”
“Think about it, Daiki,” Akashi tries, leaning forward again. “You can have some fun while you follow him, too. Also, we both know there’s no way I would be able to follow him inside a club. But you are just perfect; you have easy access and they won’t notice Tetsuya at all. What if Ryouta is doing something stupid?” he presses.
“Will you be able to live with it, Aomine-kun? You could have stopped him, but you didn’t.” Tetsu says. Aomine glares at him, because he knows Tetsu is only interested in the part they play detectives. It’s not as if he’s concerned about Kise. At all.
He’s about to refuse again, when Kuroko and Akashi engage in a full forty-three minutes speech on what could Kise be doing at night, and about how miserable would they feel when Kise ends up dead in an hotel room.
005
Summary: Aomine, Kise and Kuroko getting it on.
Words: 5260 + omake
Warnings: AOKIKURO, R18, PWP, threesome, rough, kink shit like rimming. unbeta’ed.
Notes: Since I can’t aokagakuro, I just went with aokikuro instead. Be aware of mindless porn without plot, and by that I mean, it starts with sex and ends with sex. this is kinda OOC, maybe? I‘m not sure what I’m doing with my life anymore, but I know /this/ is what I definitely shouldn’t be writing.
Kuroko is now often caught up in this situation. Between Aomine’s and Kise’s huge bodies, he doesn’t have exactly a lot of room to move (or even to breathe, if you ask him) and most of time he can’t even remember how he ends up like that.
As Kise moves forward and presses Kuroko against Aomine’s hard stomach, Kuroko recalls his day and tries to figure out why he’s there in the first place. He remembers waking up early and going to school; he remembers part of his classes (since he slept in the other half) and he remembers his club practice. Then he’s sure he has stopped by on Maji Burger with Kagami and met his ex-teammates there, but he has no idea as to why he is now on Kise’s house – or, more precisely, on Kise’s bed and on Kise’s cock – with Aomine.
But then again, Kuroko reminds himself, they are Aomine and Kise, and they are incredibly effective in talking Kuroko into things and having their way with him. Really skilled, Kuroko nods to himself before Aomine decides it is a good time to vent his frustrations.
“Ryouta,” he groans just against Kuroko’s ear. “Or do you move, or do I move.”
Kise lets out a breathless laugh and inclines his head, brushing his lips against Aomine’s mouth. “It’s hard to move, Aominecchi.”
Kuroko feels the urge to scream, feeling suffocated and frustrated and claustrophobic because yes, it’s damn difficult to move, and having Kise just comfortable inside him as Aomine’s hard cock presses against his is painfully and effectively destructing all Kuroko’s capacity to think properly. And Kuroko can’t even remember being this horny in all his life (actually, Kuroko can’t remember even being horny).
“Look,” Aomine starts, out of patience. “I’m hard as hell and this is your fault – yes, yours too, Tetsu – so you better do something about it. Better if it happens before all this blood do something wrong.”
His eyes glistens in the mild illuminated room, and Kuroko decides he himself is going to move because, hell, he can’t just stay still anymore. He slowly pushes Aomine away from him and gets up on his shaky legs, lying on Kise’s double bed, pulling the blond down with him so they are facing each other.
Kise smiles just a little, eyes darkened, and pushes himself inside Kuroko again. He looks back at Aomine when he feels the other too close to his back, his cock brushing against his skin. “See that?” Aomine says with a low, seductive voice. “Even Tetsu has more balls than you.”
“I didn’t like the comment, Aomine-kun,” Kuroko says, trying to remain serious, but failing miserably when the two pair of eyes stares intensely at him, vulnerable and all sprawled out like that, making a shudder run down his spine. He manages to stay cool, though, when Kise gives him another tiny smile, the one that says ‘hey, don’t worry; you know he’s an insensitive jerk’.
Aomine doesn’t pay them more than a meaningful look before pushing his way up Kise’s tight ass. The blonde closes his eyes and buries his face into Kuroko’s shoulder, holding his breath as Aomine invades him roughly and raw, without one single care in this world. Kise feels Kuroko’s small soothing hands caressing his blonde strands and opens his eyes to smile at the other.
“Loosen up, Ryouta,” Aomine breathes, voice hoarse as he settles inside Kise.
“If you were just a little more patient! I have… Aominecchi, stop pushing, I have practice tomorrow too!”
Aomine glances over at Kuroko (“good thing I’m not the only one having trouble on court tomorrow anymore”), eyes half-lidded and mouth parting to help breathing, and he knows Kise is most likely wearing the same perfect expression. “Bullshit,” he manages to say, before holding on the slender waist and eagerly pull out of the amazing, comforting and alluring heat, just to thrust back in.
Kise feels his body being jerked forward, what causes himself to bury even more inside Kuroko’s body, and he closes his eyes again, praying for the heavens to give Aomine just a little of god damn it patience. He feels small hands gripping at his arms and reluctantly opens his eyes again. Kuroko is watching him intently, face flushed and looking like he’s about to faint.
The blonde suddenly feels the urge to consume all of Kuroko; He wants to see him moaning, panting, and losing his cool with his usually oh so pale face even more flushed; he wants Kuroko to raise his voice and scream.
He glances back again as he feels Aomine slowly leaving his body, and, truth be told, as for him himself, Kise doesn’t care much about Aomine’s impatient behavior; in fact, he enjoys it more than anything else, but he knows Kuroko doesn’t like rough treatment that much. So, when his and Aomine’s eyes meet, he glares at the other man. “Behave yourself, Aominecchi,” he says in a fake angry voice.
It’s okay to ignore Kise’s complains, it seems, as Aomine goes back in just as sharply as before, making the blond moan despites his protests. Kuroko clenches his fists around Kise’s arms, digging his small nails in the flesh, painfully marking the skin. “Kise-kun,” he moans, trying to silently ask him to fucking control Aomine already.
“Daiki,” Kise breathes out, warningly.
“Ryouta,” Aomine shots back playfully, voice raspy and needy. “And Tetsu,” he adds, before moving back and forth again, trying to find that oh so sweet spot inside Kise that makes the model clench around him. “You should start moving too,” slowly out and sharply in, “Or I might just fuck Tetsu afterwards.”
Kuroko’s eyes open just a small bit more at that. Aomine’s hornier than he has been in months and, by his own experience, Kuroko knows he’s not the right person to deal with Aomine’s roughness when he’s like that. He feels a little bit of compassion towards Kise, but, deep inside, he knows he doesn’t need to, since the model is well used to Aomine and actually likes it very much.
As Kise slowly moves back, Kuroko relaxes into his arms, knowing he’s going to be okay (and far from Aomine’s cock) as long as Kise keeps moving. He feels the blond inside him again as he’s forced forward by Aomine’s next thrust.
“Aomine-kun!” Kuroko cries out, trying to sound more angry than horny and wishing Kise would wait until Aomine’s done with him to go back inside at the same time he hopes Kise will start to fucking move properly, because, really, it’s not easy to remain limp on the bed with him inside with that blissful expression while he’s happily fucked by Aomine.
Not that Kuroko wants to be happily fucks too.
No. It’s just very impolite to remain yourself inside someone else without moving,Kuroko tells himself and, for once, he has to try really hard to believe his own words. Aomine doesn’t seem to mind his early protest as he starts to move faster in and out Kise, making him let out small noises while clumsy trying to trust inside Kuroko too.
“This’ not… ah, Aominecchi, this is not,” he sucks the air in, feeling his lungs burning. “Not working, ah, I can’t move at all.”
“You two are fucking troublesome, you know that?” Aomine asks, annoyed voice making both Kise and Kuroko look at him. He stares back for a moment. “What?! Fucking god, can’t you two just shut up and let me? You know what; just get out of Tetsu, Kise. I will fuck you and him.”
“No!” Kuroko cries as the same time as Kise, making Aomine cringe. “I mean,” Kise tries, proving himself quite flexible as he turned his torso back, touching Aomine’s dark skin with one pale hand. “We are going to shut up and do it properly, won’t we, Kurokocchi?”
“Absolutely,” Kuroko agrees, nodding.
Aomine stares at him for a moment. Kuroko’s fucking gorgeous. It’s true he always has been kind of attracted to him, as much as he’s attracted to Kise. He loves Kuroko’s serious nature, his cool way to deal with things; in this new relationship, though, he learned about Kuroko’s desperate expression when having sex; his flushed face; the way he pants when he’s feeling too good. He discovered he likes to break him down, to make him completely useless and submissive.
But of course it’s a hard task to accomplish, what with Kise always caring and being protective of him, making it difficult for Aomine to touch Kuroko as he pleases. He knows he’s kind of rough sometimes (hell, a lot of times), but all in all he’s sure he isn’t hurting anyone seriously.
Maybe Kise.
But Ryouta likes it, Aomine defends himself, moving his hands down Kise’s hips, until they slips away from his body and touches Kuroko’s arms.
The smallest boy looks up at him, panting. He sees Aomine flashing him a small smile and feels his lager hands moving, sliding on his arms until they are touching his own hands and tangling their fingers together.
Aomine holds onto Kise’s waist with his other hand, thrusting inside again only to feel the blonde deliciously clenching down on him, letting out a strangled sound. And thenthat’s it, Aomine closes his eyes, aiming his thrusts there again and again. His grip on his waist is somehow starting to hurt his hands (it must be hurting Ryouta too, he thinks vaguely) but that’s not really what is making him annoyed.
No. What annoys him is the way Kise is not moving at all; the way he seems to have forgotten about Tetsu’s presence under him. He’s shaking and trying to sink his head on Kuroko’s shoulder, breathing out small sounds of approval.
Aomine is more than okay with making Kise lose his mind, but he wants Tetsu to feel good too, so in a burst of whatever the hell possess him, Aomine stops moving, hissing slightly when the cold air hits the part of his cock that’s not inside Kise for more than five seconds.
Kise groans annoyed, but doesn’t have the strength to look back again, so he just pants, waiting for Aomine to just damn it speak up or for his breath to come back. He doesn’t pay attention as Aomine’s hand makes its way to his stomach, but he does flinch when he feels his slender fingers going down, touching the base of his cock, and opens his eyes just to look at the tanned fingers warping around it.
He watches as his pale flesh disappears under Aomine’s touch. He chances a look at Kuroko, but he’s staring at the tallest man. “Aomine-kun?” He says slowly. Kise feels Aomine erecting his torso a little more to look at Kuroko.
“Come on, Ryouta,” he murmurs against Kise’s neck. “It’s not fair to Tetsu, is it?”
Kise looks down at Aomine’s hand again and then back to Kuroko. The tanned hand squeezed his cock a little, encouraging him, and he just lets Aomine guide him out, and then back in.
Feeling the cock entering him again, properly this time, Kuroko looks back at Kise. The blonde’s staring at him, moving his hips slowly, following Aomine’s imposed rhythm. The slow rhythm is annoying, and he feels like kicking them both, because they are being excruciatingly slack and he’s sure he’s being teased by Aomine – not really Kise, since he looks quite frustrated with it himself (but he isn’t really trying to speed up, so a kick would do him good), but Aomine is sure enjoying himself. Kuroko knows, because he has that stupid glint in his eyes that just tells him hey, this is really fun.
With boldness he doesn’t know he has, Kuroko moves his hips up in time with Kise thrust, trapping Aomine’s hand between their bodies. He feels Aomine squeezing his hand more, and, when their eyes meet again, Aomine has to try his best to control his urge to laugh.
Yeah, he loves to mess Kuroko up. He’s so cute and so sexy when he’s angry and desperate and frustrated, he can’t help himself. Kise’s cute too, he reminds himself, panting and enduring everything like the good boy he is; he never once heard Kise complaining about anything, be it the always inconvenient times Aomine picked up to be horny, the carelessly thrusts inside his body or the red, angry marks all over his beautiful and fair skin (although he’s a little panicked with the last one, since “Aominecchi! I have a swimsuit photo shoot tomorrow!”).
Kise’s especially cute when he’s trying to swallow down a moan, Aomine muses as the blond does just so. “See,” Aomine says, “Tetsu’s impatient too. Almost as much as I am. Lecture him about patience too, will you?”
Kuroko digs his nails on Aomine’s hand in retaliation, before untangling and wrapping it around Kise’s arm. “Kise-kun,” he says, with a low and broken voice that does nothing but harden both Kise and Aomine. “Move properly, please.”
Having to suppress a groan, Kise only nods because, really, he isn’t sure if he’s capable of coherent speech when Kuroko is pleading. So, brushing Aomine’s fingers away from his cock, he holds Kuroko’s legs up, feeling hands gripping on his waist once more. Kise moves his hips back and forth. It’s still slow, but not as before.
Of course not, what with Aomine’s painful grip pulling him back on his cock, silently demanding more and faster. It’s overwhelming for him; moving back is like no escape, since Aomine has once again found that wonderful, marvelous spot inside him that makes him want to scream, and moving forward is like entering heavens, and, really, if he closes his eyes he can almost see it, especially with Kuroko trying to match his thrusts.
He is not satisfied, though, as he can’t find on Kuroko the place Aomine hit so many times already on his insides. It’s quite difficult to change his angle and searchfor it with such a strong grip on his waist, but Kise’s not one to give up. As Kuroko mews his name in a barely audible voice, he holds the pale waist up, putting it in line with his cock.
Aomine pulls him back again, thrusting harshly inside of him before letting him go, and then it’s Kise’s time to thrust not so carefully inside Kuroko. When he doesn’t hit it, he starts to get angry at himself and is ready to try one more time when he’s pulled back again. This time Aomine’s thrust goes deeper and somehow wrong, but it just hits that spot again, making Kise lets out a small moan. He feels his body shuddering and he knows he’s tightening around him, because, hell, he can feel Aomine’s cock on him, brushing deliciously against his insides.
But that doesn’t least more than a few seconds, as he’s being forced inside Kuroko again and quickly pulled out once more. Aomine groans when Kise squeezes him tight again and god fucking Christ he’s almost as tight as Kuroko, and that’s nearly impossible.
And just as a low moan makes its way out of his mouth, the heat is away again and he’s angry and upset about it, and Aomine sharply moves his hips forwards with Kise, his balls meeting his ass with an indecent slap sound that makes Aomine very proud of himself.
“Aomine-kun!”
Kuroko’s surprised voice makes him look past Kise’s shoulder. Kuroko is more flushed than he was when he asked Kise to fuck him. Aomine’s sure Kise has hit it this time, because he can hear him panting and he’s still tight around him (not as much as before, but, hey, it’s still good).
But, Aomine notices, Kuroko doesn’t look angry for the lack of care at all, also,is Ryouta rolling his hips?
Kise feels the grip on his waist loosen a little, and then the hands are on his ass, grabbing his butt. As Aomine’s hands pulls his cheeks apart and Kise feels him pressing even more against him, his cock sliding in just a little more. He can’t breathe properly at all, especially with Kuroko so tightly around him because, oh, finally, he found that amazing spot, making him all tense around his cock.
Aomine moves back just a little, giving Kise barely any room to move, but, before the blonde can do anything at all, he’s back in with even more force, making that damn it embarrassing sound echoes around the room again, this time even louder, as Kise’s thighs slapped against Kuroko’s, making the smallest boy moan.
It’s nearly abusive the way Kise hits his insides again and again, barely leaving him. Kuroko doesn’t have time to breathe as Kise seems immensely fond of hitting that spot, even refusing to leave his body and moving his hips in a so delicious way, making his cock rub against it repeatedly. Making Kuroko moan in a way he doesn’t like to.
He pulls Kise down, making their faces nearly touch. He feels the blonde leaving him again, but he’s quickly forced inside once more by Aomine’s thrusts (and for once Kuroko actually enjoys his roughness), moaning a strangled “Aominecchi”in the process. As Kise hits it just right inside himself again, he knows the most shameful moan has come out.
In an attempt to shut his own self up, he grabs at Kise’s hair, careful not to hurt too much and joins their mouths. Aomine makes it awkward for Kise to kiss, though, thrusting and thrusting again, slapping his ass and letting out small sounds just beside his ear. But he doesn’t care as Kuroko lets him inside his mouth, and he feels his tongue licking its way around, sucking at his own while the small hands grips tightly around his hair.
Kise has that much time to contemplate if he’s a fucking masochist when a particularly hard slap hits his ass, answering his question for him. He’s sure it’s going to leave a perfect mark of Aomine’s hand there, but he’s not caring as much about it as the cock inside him goes deeper.
“Your ass it too… haa, too tight, Ryouta,” Aomine says before shoving his tongue on his right ear, making him shudder. “Were you this tight when I fucked you for the first time?”
“Daiki!” Kise lets out, feeling too much. It’s too god damn it stimulus to him. He doesn’t think he can maintain his cool for much more time, especially if Aomine is going to talk dirty. “I think,” he moans again as he hits just perfectly inside Kuroko. “I’m coming.”
Aomine lets out a small interested “Oh?” before directing his stare towards Kuroko, panting and moaning and flushed. He looks so fucking delicious he wants to eat him up too. He wants to fuck him nice and good, make him come just like Kise. The blonde moans particularly loud, making Aomine pay attention to him again. “Are you real close, Ryouta?”
“Fuck yes,” Kise answers.
The tanned teen chances a look back to Kuroko. “Come inside him,” he instructs. At that Kuroko’s eyes shot open, looking intently at him with an unbelieving face. “You will do that for me, right, Ryouta?” He presses, sucking at the lobe of his ear.
“But,” Kise’s voice’s pleading when he looks at Kuroko.
Kuroko knows that’s as far as he’s going with his ass partially good, since Aomine is totally going to fuck him now. So, if he’s going to inevitably have Aomine inside, he can as well do it with less pain; Kuroko knows Aomine’s not going to spare time and be careful (it’s just not Aomine’s style) so it’s better for him if Kise comes inside anyways. Besides, it’s not like it will be the first time.
Also, it’s not like Kise will listen to him if he says no. All in all, Kuroko just manages to nod his head slowly to both Kise and Aomine and closes his eyes.
Kise tries to hold it in for a little more. It’s just too good, he doesn’t want to stop. But he wants – no, he needs to come. So he concentrates on the good sensation of Kuroko’s tight ass around himself, Aomine’s cock fucking him the way he likes it. He sees, for a brief second, a perfect image of himself inside Kuroko with Aomine inside himself, and, when Aomine hits that right spot with wonderful force, he loses it.
He feels the amazing sensation washing over him, making him lost in a sea of white, but he keeps thrusting inside the smallest body under him, listening to the naughty wet sound that’s growing louder and louder; he pays attention to Aomine’s hands soothing his sides, to his hips still moving, until the exhaustion catches up to him and he can’t move at all anymore.
Still inside Kuroko, he stops moving completely. He’s panting, trying to catch his breath to at least get out of their way. It takes him a second or two to find enough strength to exit Kuroko and move to the side, throwing himself on the bed with his eyes closed.
As he moves to the side, Aomine quickly goes forward, collecting the cum that’s starting to slowly drip out of Kuroko’s ass. He spreads it around the head of his cock, before slowly entering him.
Kuroko closes his eyes. Aomine’s hardly bigger than Kise, but he’s way thicker. Also, way rougher. Way more forceful and impatient, and just when he’s starting to panic he feels soft lips touching his. He opens his eyes to stare into Aomine’s. He knows he was probably having a hard time controlling himself because, as in everything else, Aomine’s naturally aggressive.
“It’s okay,” Kuroko says, only because he feels like he has to. He feels Aomine’s hands grabbing at his legs and spreading them apart so he can adjust better between them. Kuroko closes his eyes as he feels his cock moving just a little.
“Is it really?” Aomine asks after a moment. And when Kuroko opens his mouth to answer, “Don’t die, Ryouta.”
A small, breathless laugh makes its way out of Kise’s mouth and Kuroko suddenly feels at ease. He moves his arms up and touches Aomine’s neck with his small hands, pushing him down to a kiss. Aomine grins against his mouth before roughly kiss him back, sucking at his tongue and softly biting his lower lip.
He lets his hands drop to his sides when Aomine ends the kiss, assuming it is Kuroko’s way of telling him yes it’s okay and slowly moving out of his body. Kuroko’s abnormally tight. His ass, as everything else, is just damn small, and, even with Kise previously there, the pressure around his cock is still fantastic.
Aomine fixes his hands on Kuroko’s waist, trying to be as gentle as possible when he moves, in and out, in and out, with moderate force. He feels like fucking him fast and hard, but the stare he can feel in the back of his head reminds him he’s not supposed to be rough with anyone else other than Kise, so instead he bites down his own lips so he won’t lose his mind.
It doesn’t help that much, though, because Tetsu’s sobbing and gasping and every little sound he lets out makes Aomine want to break him. He groans, closing his eyes and holding on his wait more forcefully, as if trying to hold onto his own sanity.
Kuroko’s nails dig on his shoulder, scratching down his arms while he tries to be quiet. He doesn’t complain when Aomine quickens his pace, thrusting into him faster and a little bit deeper with every movement. It makes it hard to breathe, so he opens his mouth in an attempt to suck air back to his lungs; he doesn’t succeed totally, though, and lets up a broken sob of “Aomine-kun!”
Aomine groans, staring at him while moving his hips insistently. “So tight,” he moans, thrusting up again.
Kuroko places his hands on top of Aomine’s, trying to ease down the fingers bruising his skin where other people can see. Aomine lets him guide his hands down his stomach. “Aomine-kun,” he moans. “Touch me.”
And that almost makes Aomine lose it, because fuck, Tetsu is a god damn it sexy bastard. He stares down at his half hard cock and is about to wrap his fingers around it when Kise groans besides them. “I’ll do it,” he announces, breathless.
He watches as Kise puts himself together and moves back closer to them. He warps his finger around Kuroko’s cock and moves tentatively for a second, up and down the length of his cock. Then he places his hand firmly at the base of it, and leans down, giving the tip a nice, hard lick.
His pink tongue licks all around the head and then down the side and up again. Kuroko moves one of his hands again, placing it in the back of Kise’s head. He doesn’t push for more, only holds on the blond locks securely as Aomine resumes his thrusts, this time with no reservations.
Aomine’s thighs slapping against his ass is a little painful, but he can’t focus on that for long enough to mind; Kise’s hand is gone and his tongue is running all the way down his balls. His nose is pressing on blue hair and he’s sucking on his sac, tonguing it inside his mouth.
Kuroko sighs, closing his eyes and enjoying the feelings all at once. Although he’s not as rough as he is with Kise, Aomine is fucking him with strong thrusts, hitting his sweet spot accurately every time. His hands are now holding onto his tights, but the grip is not painful anymore since he has got to move as he wants.
The muscles around Aomine’s dick are too tight, the heat is too strong and he moans when Kise playfully lets go of Kuroko just to lick at his belly. When Kise moves his mouth back to Kuroko, he feels all the muscles clenching down on him deliciously.
Kise’s come inside him makes Kuroko slippery and easy to fuck; it produces a naughty sound every time Aomine thrusts inside him. Aomine feels himself being pushed closer to the edge with every movement. “Fuck,” he moans. “I’m close.”
Kise looks up at him and then goes down again, putting everything of Kuroko into his mouth. He sucks and moves his head up and down, his tongue sliding against his sides while his fingers massage his balls.
Kuroko’s fully hard again, gasping every time Aomine gets inside of him and bucking his hips up in a desperate attempt of fucking Kise’s mouth deeper. He closes his eyes and grips at Aomine’s arm with his other hand. “Aomine-kun,” he moans.
Aomine is really close. He feels himself so hard and stiffen it hurts, and he buries himself onto Kuroko’s heat viciously, trying to get just a little bit more, just a little bit deeper, stay a little bit longer, moves a little bit faster. It just takes Kuroko squeezing him one more time before he feels himself coming.
His thrusts gets slower while he rides his orgasm, adding his own come to the moisture already coating Kuroko’s insides. He moans and thrusts again and again and again, until he doesn’t think he can move anymore.
He pulls out slowly, and hisses when Kise’s mouth is all around him, licking him clean and then going back to work on Kuroko. He watches tiredly as Kise shoves two fingers inside Kuroko’s ass easily, fucking him while sucking him off purposely.
Kuroko’s toes curl in the sheets as he gives in and shove Kise’s head down, hitting the back of his throat. Kise’s fingers are barely noticeable in his ass right now, but their tips are brushing just right inside of him. Kise lets go of his cock with a wet pop, precum and thick saliva glistening on his lips and on Kuroko’s dick.
Kise licks his slip before resuming his work on Kuroko’s cock, pressing his tongue against the tip again. He sucks at the head and puts it all back o his mouth. He swallows around Kuroko’s dick and moves his head up and down again. It hurts his neck, but he doesn’t care; he can tell Kuroko is close just by the way he’s gripping at his hair, tensing his legs and bucking into his mouth.
He’s in the middle of a moan when Aomine joins their mouths, swallowing down the rest of Kise’s name. He sucks on Kuroko’s tongue and licks around his mouth before pulling apart, his mouth falling on his neck. He bites on it gently, leaving small marks and then licking down.
Aomine stops on his chest, licking at a nipple. He feels Kuroko’s other hand holding on his neck and he grins against the hardening bud on his mouth. He sucks on it and then bites down, trapping it between his teeth and pulling at it. Kuroko moans, arching his back.
“Kise-kun,“ he mews when he feels it’s just too much; He knows Kise won’t try to pull away, but he holds him in place just in case. He thrusts up on his mouth twice more before his orgasm reaching him.
Kuroko lets out a strangled cry as he comes on Kise’s mouth, moaning while skillfully fingers work on his cock until he feels exhausted and tired. He falls on the bed, feeling his eyelids heavy. He’s about to give in and close them when he feels Kise’s finger getting out of his ass.
He watches as Kise licks his own fingers clean, and then groans when he replaces his fingers with his mouth; Kise’s tongue is working its way up his hole, licking at his muscles. He grabs at Aomine, squeezing his sides as Kise’s tongue leaves his ass; he puts his mouth around his hole and sucks at it, making the thick moisture that’s inside come down on his mouth.
When he gets up away from his ass, he licks his lips with a pink tongue before leaning on Kuroko. He touches the side of his face with one hand before pressing their lips together. Kuroko opens his mouth when he feels a tongue against his closed lips; Kise’s tongue is quickly inside his mouth. Kuroko’s eyes shot open in realization and then he glares up at Kise’s, feeling all their come heavy on his mouth.
He bites down with just a little bit of force, making Kise pulls away with a grin. “I didn’t want it, Kise-kun,” he says, voice sounding awkward since he’s trying not to swallow.
Aomine groans, rubbing a hand on his face. “Can you two stop playing with this shit?” he asks.
Kuroko looks at him angrily and proceeds to kiss him when he sees Daiki opening his mouth again, shoving it all inside his mouth before he has a chance to protest. Aomine pulls away quickly, looking at him skeptically.
“Awn, come on, Aominecchi,” Kise says playfully, licking his lips.
Aomine is about to spit it all out, but seems to think better. He pulls Kise closer and presses his thumb roughly on his open mouth. He puts it between his teeth, on the side, and pulls his lips apart, letting the moisture fall down to Kise’s mouth.
Kise stick his tongue out, collecting everything and licking his lips again. He swallows.
OMAKE
“You are gross, Kise-kun,” Kuroko says. “You could have spat it out.”
“Mean!” Kise whines. “The other day my manager and I met a new model in the agency, and she complained her skin was getting bad. Then my manager told her semen made the skin look good, that’s why I can’t let it go to waste.”
Aomine laughs. ”This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Ew.”
“Kise-kun,” Kuroko says carefully. “You do realize she was just teasing her, right?”
“EH?”
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Summary: “Oh, but please don’t mind me. I won’t try to talk you out of suicide, but, you know, you got a pretty face so try to land on your butt or something.”
Words: 1806
Warnings: AU, suicide; unfinished, unbeta’ed; future fic; AOKISE
Notes: I’ve always wanted to write a depressed!Kise, something with lots of angst and stuff, but I honestly can’t be serious for that much time WW I got tired of the serious atmosphere like in the middle of it so be aware of many dialogues. I’m sorry.
It seems pretty scary now; the world looked at from a so high place. The wind is a lot colder and more annoying on the hotel's rooftop. Kise sighs, shooting a last glance towards the door he walked through just some minutes ago and then proceeding to sit in the low concrete wall.
He takes a deep breath before starting to no one, "First, to mom; I'm sorry for not being the child you wanted, but I tried, I swear. But, you know, sometimes even your best attempts are not enough." He blinks to try and wipe the annoying sting sensation out of his eyes, but gives up as soon as his plan backfires and tears start to come down. Damn his overly emotional nature. "Also dad, for not being enough to tie you two together; but that's okay, I guess. Manager too; you will have a lot of work to clean up the mess I will make this time, but please don't give up! You are a good person and will soon find a best professional to work with... Ah! Hopefully your boyfriend will propose soon too!"
Kise smiles as the wind touches his face roughly and swings his legs. He is well aware he’s gone nuts, but somehow the knowledge doesn’t scare him; it only puts him at ease. He feels relieved even; the world won’t lose anything important. He shakes his head and breathes deeply again. "Ryouta, you were a failure at everything, from the very beginning, but don't worry. It will be okay now. If you ever reborn, please have a very ugly face and please please please some intelligence. Oh, I know! When you splash down there, maybe you will turn into an angel or something! You can try to help kids or stuff. By the way, I don't feel bad because I tried, you know," he whispers. "So this is good bye to this world! Hopefully we won't damage any car when we go down," Kise laughs, shaking his head.
He puts his hands flatly on the surface of the wall and stares down. Someone once told him people who jumped off of high buildings died before hitting the ground or something; he wishes it’s true. He wouldn’t like to feel any more pain, and the thought of not dying from the impact makes him shiver.
"It's cold, isn't it," he hears then, just when he lifts his butt from the wall. He sits back in surprise, and looks back to see a man fumbling about on his pockets. His eyes lit up contently as he fishes a cigarette pack from it.
Kise watches as long fingers dig into the small opening of the pack and get hold of one cigarette. The guy shakes the pack tentatively and makes a face, before carelessly shoving it to his side. Kise watches in amazement as the pack goes through the trash bin perfectly, without as much as touching its sides.
His hair stuck to his wet cheek as the wind blew harder, making Kise snap out of his trance. "What are you doing here? I rented the rooftop; you are not supposed to be here."
The other guy snickers, lighting up the cigarette and placing it between his lips. He blows once and then breathes deeply, humming satisfied. "No one tells me what to do," he ruffs, and then adds, "And I needed to smoke; can you believe they told me off for smoking on my own room? The room I’m paying for? So I went to have a look around; this is the only place without a security cam, so here I am," he breathes again. "Oh, but please don't mind me. I won't try to talk you out of suicide, but, you know, you got a pretty face so try to land on your butt or something."
Kise stares at him in disbelief for a moment, but no attention is paid to him as the guy holds the cigarette on his mouth and rubs his hands together in an attempt to warm them. This is not fair, Kise thinks, eyeing the street again. How is he supposed to kill himself with a guy smoking right beside him? He groans. "I don't want to get you involved, so you should just go back."
The guy looks at him, thoughtful. "Too bad I am already involved then. Anyways I will be charged for something stupid as omission. Since you are gonna make me pay communitarian service or give the estate some money or maybe go to jail, might as well finish this pack."
He goes back to his cigarette, lifting up a curtain of smoke and making Kise cough when it reached his face. “Leave me alone,” Kise urges, rubbing his hand against his nose. “Please.”
“By the way,” the guy says, ignoring him. “Your life must be pretty shittish for you to want to jump down,” he looks down at the street, humming interested. “So, what’s up?”
“You said you wouldn’t try to talk me out of it,” Kise snaps, gripping the wall tightly on his hands. “I will call the security if you don’t leave.”
“Yeah, you do that,” he replies. “Then maybe I can play the good guy once and tell them you are trying to jump? Anyway, I’m not trying to talk you out of it. I just want to know why you are on it.”
Kise watches him give his cigarette a disappointed look and then throw it on the ground, stepping on it before fishing a whole new pack and opening it. “And what if I don’t want to tell you the reason?” Kise asks.
“Then don’t,” he shrugs, dismissively. “As I said, I’m only trying to get a smoke,” he stares at Kise for a second and adds, “That means I don’t care.”
Very rude, Kise wants to point out, but he bites his tongue in time to stay quiet. But Kise is a patient person, had always been; he doesn’t need to be in a rush to throw himself down there – he already decided he would do it, what are five minutes or ten compared to his whole twenty seven years old stupid life?
It won’t do any damage to humor this odd guy a little, either. “So what’s your name?” He starts.
“And what if I don’t want to tell you?” He shots back, making Kise stare at him in disbelief. Then he laughs the most musical, perfect laughter Kise ever heard, and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m not that spiteful, don’t worry.”
“So?”
“Oh, right,” He says, blowing smoke on the wind again. “I’m Aomine Daiki.”
“Ah,” Kise says. His name sounds annoyingly familiar, but Kise can’t remember when or where he heard it before. He smiles his best model-smile, “I’m Ki-”
“Oh, no, please don’t bother,” Aomine cuts him, shaking his head. “You will be raw meat in a while, so there’s no need to know anyway. Oh, also, that’s a hell of a happy face for someone saying depressed shit to no one and trying to jump off of a building,” He says. “Did you ever look for professional help? You know, those doctors that listen to whatever shit you have to say and then give you that annoying look of oh is that so? Man, now they are seriously annoying. Can you believe once Satsuki made me see one of them? She said I was not cooperative enough and I had trust issues.” He growls and kicks the cigarette on his feet. “Trust issues my ass,” he adds, “Damn woman.”
Kise tries to keep his cool, because it would be rude to laugh at his outburst and also because this guy vaguely reminds him of a wild dangerous animal; He decides it doesn’t matter, though, since he will die in a bit anyway, so he laughs all he wants until Aomine snaps and tells him to shut up. “Sorry,” he grins. “Yeah, I tried those, but figured none of them could help. Who’s Satsuki, anyways? Your girlfriend?”
Aomine makes a funny face before holding his cigarette between his fingers. “If she was my girlfriend I’d have serious mental issues instead of trust ones,” he says and then adds, “Not that I have trust issues. Because I don’t,” he nods satisfied. “The doctor said so.”
Kise hums and then falls silent. He watches the beautiful night sky and the fury of bright lights on the far away part of the city, enjoying the view of the hotel for the first time. “Do you think I will die if I jump?” He asks before he can stop himself.
He turns to Aomine then, watching the other man leans against the concrete wall and stares down. “Well, this is pretty high up,” he says. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess you will die. It will be a shame if you don’t.”
“Are you telling me it would be a shame if I were to stay alive?” Kise asks, finding his disgrace very funny.
“No,” Aomine answers after a moment. “Just saying it will probably make your face ugly. Pretty sure good looking people can’t handle an average face. You certainly don’t.”
“You don’t know me,” Kise says. “You wouldn’t know.”
“True,” he replies. “But then again, one can’t be a model with an ugly face.”
And it surprises Kise, the fact Aomine actually know him. He stares at him curiously, nails digging at raw concrete.
“What,” Aomine growls, throwing this other cigarette on the ground too.
“You don’t seem like the type who reads fashion articles,” he says.
Aomine seems embarrassed for a moment. He kicks the ground and open and close his mouth, and then sighs. “Satsuki,” he says simply. “She reads lots of your crap – no offense, I guess, but it’s just as you said, I don’t read fashion articles. Whatever, she likes you. She calls you Ki-chan and then I am the one needing to go see a doctor. Yeah, of course.”
“Awn, that’s sweet,” Kise says. “What is she yours? Sister? I can give her an autograph if you have a pen or something.”
“Satsuki’s a childhood friend,” Aomine says. “Yeah, that would be nice. Maybe you can add a note leaving your proprieties to me? That would be nice too.”
Kise laughs again, and nods. “Whatever, I can do that. Would you like my car? I will leave my cats to your friend, do you think she will feed them alright?”
“She will,” Aomine says. “Or, instead, you can, like, get off of the wall and go give her a hug or something.”
“Doesn’t it look like trying to talk me out of suicide for you?” Kise grins. “Because it definitely does for me.”
Aomine shakes his head. “No, it doesn’t. You can always jump after that, you know.”
003
A story about love
Summary: Aomine’s angry because he’s not that good at thinking – in fact, he’s terrible at it.
Words: 1735
Warnings: Extremely crack fanfiction; Unbeta'ed; Future fic; AOKISE i think
Notes: I'm not very sure about what I am doing. I'm sure I started this one with a clear intent of writing aomomoi, so I don't really know what happened. Though I think this would be really funny if it were to really happen, I'm also not sure if it's because it actually would, or if it's because my sense of humor is fucked up as well. All in all, I'm very sorry.
01
“Love,” Momoi tells him one day, with a dreamy face that makes him roll his eyes. “Is all about liking the same things, and wanting to learn about what you don’t know but the other person knows.”
Aomine doesn’t understand, because that’s basically the layout of his relationship with every strong opponent he meets on court – they like the same thing (basketball) and when one of them know how to do something he doesn’t (which is impossible, if you ask him), he just wants to learn about it.
Momoi sighs defeated and hits him with her bag, though, because “Can you ever think about something else other than basketball? Or boobs,” she adds because she’s pretty confident on her knowledge about Dai-chan’s brain. (“It’s 76% basketball, 15% sex and 9% big boobies, although the last two ones are quite the same so I will just count it as 24% bullshit” she offers helpfully)
02
Aomine’s angry because he’s not that good at thinking – in fact, he’s terrible at it. If he doesn’t get it at once, he just simply gives up (unless it’s basketball. Then he tries and tries again). So when late at night he’s too bugged with what Momoi said, he groans and rolls from a side to another in his bed, because as far as he remembers, she just described his relationship with Tetsu. And Kise. And Kagami too, but he ignores Kagami because the thought of it is too creepy and he’d rather not have nightmares. Also that guy from laws.
Also, he tells himself, I’m not even interested in the girls I fuck or go out with to know what they know or what they don’t. And he nods to himself because that just proves how Satsuki’s words were stupid and ease all his concerns.
Only after twenty minutes he remembers he didn’t love any of them.
So he gets his phone and ignores the ungodly hour of four and twenty-two in the morning and calls Kise (because Tetsu would probably ignite pass his stomach and nothing can awake Kagami). He doesn’t pick up, so he calls again, and again, and again, until he hears Kise muffled voice coming out of his phone in a funny attempt of “Aominecchi”.
He chooses not to ask if Kise was sleeping, because that’s just obvious. He goes with “Am I in love with you?” instead. There’s a long silence in which he can hear Kise shuffling his bed clothing.
“Are you high, Aominecchi?” Kise asks, yawning. “It’s too early for… whatever the hell you were taking.”
“Shut up, you fucker. Just answer my question.”
“Well, how should I know? If you are, I must say you are terrible at demonstrate it, and honestly you will hardly win someone over with your rough manner and-”
“Oh, okay. Thank god. Good night, then,” and then he hangs up.
He feels relieved and smug, because he has always knew he didn’t like Kise. At all.
He grins to himself and gets comfortable on his bed again. He feels like sleeping now, but when he closes his eyes his phone starts to chirp the worst ringtone ever. “What,” he grumps annoyed. “It’s four in the morning!”
“Are you kidding me?” Kise asks. “I know what time is it, you just woke me up.” Aomine doesn’t answer because it’s true; instead he chooses to make an angry sound with his tongue that prompts Kise to speak up. “So, what brought it up?”
“What brought what up?”
“Your long hidden feelings for me,” Kise replies, and Aomine scoffs because he can see his bright smile and it’s too fucking early for it. “Did something happen?”
He considers ignoring him, because Kise is being annoying – but, in Kise’s defense, Aomine was annoying too, so he decides it won’t make him any bad to answer just once. “Satsuki told me I was in love with you,” he tells him, because he doesn’t feel like recalling all his shit afternoon and that stupid guy who looks too happy about being going out with her.
Kise makes an interested sound before yawning again. “Do you still have that pencil Midorimacchi gave me back in Teiko? The one that pick answers?” he asks. “And I’m sure Momoicchi didn’t say any of that. What exactly did she say?”
“Yeah, I guess. Why? She said, ‘love is about liking the same things and wanting to know about what the other person likes.’ And we like the same thing,” he says. Even if Kise doesn’t have much time to play anymore and most probably won’t chose being a basketball pro instead of a soon-to-be-worldwide-famous-fine-ass-model after college, Kise still likes basketball the same.
“Can you bring it to me today? I just remembered I have a test and I didn’t have time to study because of the last photoshoot,” he replies. He stays silent for a moment in which Aomine can hear water running. When Kise next speaks, he sounds way more awake. “Basketball, yeah. Well, you see, that’s not wrong in a way – Aominecchi does like me, right? Because we are friends and stuff. But it’s different.”
“It’s not.”
“It is. I mean,” Kise is making one hell of noise now, Aomine notes. “I work as a model, so I like fashion. Did you ever feel like looking it up or something because I like it?”
Aomine searches around his mind. He has read a couple of fashion articles, yes, but not for the sake of Kise, no. “No,” he answers truthfully. But then again, there’s that one stash of hidden magazines he just has under his bed and that’s weighing a lot on his mind right now. “But I do buy your magazines sometimes though,” he adds.
Kise sighs and the noise stops. “Yes, probably the sports magazines, right? The ones on NBA and JBL. And what about the pencil?”
“Yes, these ones,” he nods to himself. “Yeah, okay, whatever, I will bring it to you. But, you know, I read your interviews sometimes too.”
Kise smiles because Aominecchi is somehow sweet at four in the morning (and by that Kise means ‘when he’s still awake’ and not ‘when something awakes him’), but it’s still a total insensitive jerk that cannot understand romantic stuff at all. So, although he feels flattered Aomine thinks he might like him, Kise decides it’s better to help him understand the only way it will enter Aomine’s head.
“Okay, so what about sex?” He tries. “When you love someone you want to make love to them, right? It’s not fucking, Aominecchi,” he adds. ”It’s not for the sake of your dick, but because you want the other person to feel good as well. Yeah, maybe for the sake of your dick too, but, you know, it doesn’t matter. It can be fucking too. Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Sleep with me!” Kise tries. He sounds more exasperated now, because Aomine’s as dumb as he is sweet at four in the morning.
“Ew,” Aomine groans. “Of course not! You are all tall and your shoulders are too board and you have no boobies.“ He says. “No boobies, no sex. Sorry.”
“Well then,” Kise rolls his eyes. “This settles the matter! And don’t forget the pencil, seriously.”
Aomine hangs up with a small “Yeah, whatever”, and goes back to his plan of sleeping. He feels tired now, but for some reason his bed isn’t comfortable under him anymore. He starts to shuffle from a side to another, trying to find a good position to sleep in, but whatever he does just seems to make it worse.
He groans and sits up again. Kise has no boobies, true, but he has a pretty face, his mind offers unhelpfully, making him shudders because that’s just too nasty. He has a pretty face, yes, but his body is as effeminate as Kagami’s and that’s just, like, minus 87% effeminate. It would feel all wrong against him; too many muscles and, and–
He really wants to scream now, because he’s all worked up again. Aomine reaches for his phone and presses the redial button, unimpressed when Kise picks it up two seconds later. “What about you?” He asks back eagerly.
“Why, I’m fine, thank you!” Kise replies in a happy tone. “I’m making bunny apples for today’s lunch!”
“Are you stupid?” Aomine demands. “I don’t care.”
Kise emits a small “Oh,” before adding, “So, what about me?”
“Would you have sex with me? I mean, you are bisexual, right?”
Oh no, Kise groans inside his mind. Then he sighs, long and loudly, sending waves of pure static right into Aomine’s ear. “Yeah, I am. But that’s not even important – look, you,” he starts, but when he thinks about what he was about to say, he’s pretty sure you don’t fuck every girl you see just because you are hetero wouldn’t make any sense to Aominecchi, because he does pretty much just that.
Whatever, Kise thinks. He never listens to what I say anyway.
But Aomine apparently decides that’s a good time to starting doing just that, much to Kise’s despair, and instead of shutting up and going to sleep, he just insists, “I?”
“Nothing,” Kise replies. “It doesn’t matter anyway, Aominecchi. Wasn’t it about you, to begin with?”
“Yeah, but now I’m curious. So?”
He’s really persistent, Kise knows, so he won’t shut up unless Kise gives him a straight answer. He opens his mouth to say no, but the honest bigger part of his mind screams and tells him to stop and be sincere as always, so he resigns because that’s how he is. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I think, I guess,” he tries, “Maybe.”
“Maybe? Why aren’t you sure?” Aomine asks, sounding shocked. He gets up and starts pacing up and down his room. “I’m the hottest guy ever, why aren’t you sure?”
“Aominecchi,” Kise chirps. “I’m hanging up!”
“Don’t you dare hang up on me!”
“Then stop being mean,” Kise groans. “Look, just– don’t worry. You are not in love with me, I’m more than sure.”
“Oh. Oh, well, okay.” He says. He hears the dial tone a second later and stares in disbelief at his phone. That bastard did actually have the balls to hang up on him! He pressed the redial button again. Kise is groaning at him, but he doesn’t care. Instead, “What about Tetsu? Do you think I’m in love with him?”