#ff:aokaga

[deaawrites]

Not Yet

A Continuation of "A Cold Barrier" Pairing: Aokaga (Aomine Daiki + Kagami Taiga) Characters: Kagami Taiga, Aomine Daiki Type: angsty, short Rating: M (cause last chapter was M)

Kagami woke up cold, his source of warmth no longer wrapped around him. He looked over his shoulder to see an empty space where he expected a slightly taller, blue haired male lying next to him, preferably with his arms wrapped around him.

He glanced at the clock on the small table next to his bed.

8:23am.

Aomine couldn't possibly have gotten up already; waking up early for him is noon. (At least on Saturdays, that is. Kagami figured he woke up earlier than that for school.)

But why wasn't he there? Why wasn't he sleeping next to him?

Kagami stared at the empty space.

Could… Could Aomine have left? Was this a one night stand?

How was that possible? Didn't the other male just confess to him yesterday? Wait… Was that only so Aomine could get in his pants one last time? Did they even do shit like that in Japan?

Bzzzzzt.

He sat up suddenly, looking at the source of the noise on top of the side table. Picking up his cell phone, Kagami saw he had an unread text from said absent male.

      -  it's been fun, but I've had my fill

Well fuck him.

Kagami threw the sheets off him and got out of bed, quickly stomping into the bathroom for a hot shower.

Fuck him.

As soon as the water started coming down, steaming hot and burning, the redhead began harshly scrubbing at his skin with his washcloth, trying to get the scent of Aomine off of him, trying to cleanse himself of that blue-haired asshole.

His skin burned, but he only scrubbed harder.

Only a couple of minutes into his scrubbing rage, Kagami stopped and distantly stared at the shower knobs, the steaming water raining down on him.

His chest welt up with emotion, making it hard to breathe for just a moment before he slammed his fist against the shower wall. He growled, hitting the wall again. And again.

He stood there panting, the water no longer feeling hot enough to burn.

Cutting his shower short, he stalked out of the bathroom back into his bedroom.

He stared at the bed wondering.

Should he confront Aomine? Call him up and demand to know what happened and why he left?

He picked up his phone.

No.

Aomine left for a reason that he obviously wasn't ready to talk about. He was a straightforward guy for the most part. He would have waited until morning to address the matter if he was ready.

Kagami would just have to give Aomine some time to marinate.

He put the phone down on his bedside table, walking out the room and to the kitchen for breakfast.

It wasn't the time for confrontations, for requited love confessions.

Not yet.

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Aomine sneaks up behind Kagami as he pulls on a shirt, getting dressed for the day. While Kagami is busy pulling the shirt over his head, Aomine reaches around and grabs his pecs, squeezing and gripping them a bit.

Kagami, annoyed, demands to know, "What are you doing?"

Aomine makes a contemplating face while continuing to squeeze, saying, "I've been adding breast enhancement supplements in your water all week, and I'm not seeing any progress."

There's a slight pause from Kagami.

"You've done what now?"

"I gave you breast enhance--"

Aomine is greeted with a quick jab to the stomach, causing him to keel over and groan in pain.

"I'm going out," Kagami says, fixing his shirt before stepping over the other male and leaving the apartment.

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A Cold Barrier

Pairing: Aokaga (Aomine Daiki + Kagami Taiga) Characters: Aomine Daiki, Kagami Taiga, mentions Himuro Tatsuya Type: angsty, short Rating: M (if not only for sexual stuff, then for language too cuz damn)

Let me just say here that I have no idea when this takes place or if this is slightly AU or how old they are cuz the stupid ring necklace still exists. Sorries to all for this inconvenience.

Aomine’s eyes open to find darkness. He blinked a couple of times, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of light. Seconds later, he was able to see the form of a sleeping figure in his arms, the head of said figure lay on the pillow directly in front of his face. He moved to bury his head in the short, spiky red locks when scenes from the night before came to mind, stopping him entirely.

He had finally gotten to the redhead the night before, what he thought was successfully showing the other male how much he cared for him. After numerous “subtle” attempts of hinting that he had feelings for the idiot, an exasperated Aomine blurted out, “I love you.”

What happened after that went so quickly, Aomine wasn’t sure if his feelings were reciprocated or not. Especially after the redhead’s negligence to take off that damn necklace with that damn ring on it. Even during the sex.

With every single thrust, the blue haired male heard the annoying sound of the chain clinking and the ring thumping against Kagami’s chest.

Hell, Aomine could still hear it.

This wasn’t the first time this has happened, but the third. The first time they had sex was kind of awkward and Aomine didn’t hold it against Kagami when he didn’t take of the necklace, especially since he didn’t even take off his own pants.

The second time it bothered him more, even though they agreed they were only doing it for the sex, the pleasure. They both knew they were lying but weren’t ready to admit it yet, not to each other and barely even themselves. But it still bothered Aomine to know that while they were being immensely intimate, Kagami didn’t take off the necklace. And when they climaxed, he could feel the cool metal against his collarbone, a cold barrier between the two of them.

And last night, even though Aomine full out confessed and Kagami seemed more than willing after the confession, he still wore the necklace. It embarrassed him completely, but Aomine had gone as far as to ask Kagami to take the ring off… Well more or less.

“I don’t want anything on your body. No clothes, no jewelry. Nothing.”

But the dumbass didn’t get what he meant by that.

”What are you talking about Ahomine, I don’t wear jewelry.”

He couldn’t fucking stand the relationship between the two of them.

If it wasn’t for Himuro, Aomine could have had Kagami to himself six months ago, back when they played one on ones constantly and he first realized he liked the idiot.

Fucking Himuro, the bluenet cursed in his head. That bastard was always getting in the way; be it on the court or off, Himuro was always there, even when he wasn’t. Himuro was there because that stupid ring was there.

And Aomine couldn’t take it anymore.

Slipping slowly from his position of holding Kagami, the bluenet inched his way out of the bed, careful not to wake up the still-sleeping other. He pulled his pants on, followed by his shirt and shoes, and quietly left the apartment.

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Sharing a Bed

The two males lay back to back in the bed, only a few inches between them as the bed was quite small. Kagami could not believe the predicament they had gotten into. This was the last time he'd ever agree to go somewhere with Kuroko, Kise, and Aomine. This was only supposed to be a one day visit to Shizuoka, but it had turned into an overnight stay due to a big storm.

The four got a double room in a hotel near the train station, and split up the beds. Kise insisted on sharing with Kuroko, leaving Kagami with Aomine. Sure they were friends now, but he honestly did not want to have to share a bed with the asshole. He'd rather share a bed with Kuroko, someone he wouldn't have to worry about hogging all the pillows or pushing him out of the bed in the middle of the night.

Kagami was staring right at Kise and Kuroko in their shared bed, Kise snuggled all up against the smaller male. They were already asleep and had been for the last hour. It was him who hadn’t gone to sleep yet. He was surprised Aomine wasn’t snoring up another storm by now.

Just as he was deciding to close his eyes and force himself to fall asleep, he felt a hand quickly grab his underneath the covers. He stilled immediately, not completely registering what happened.

After a few seconds, he whispered, “A-Aomine?”

“Shut up.”

Kagami could practically hear the blush the other male was sporting, could feel the heat emanating from the other’s hand.

He smiled to himself and reached his leg back, hooking it around Aomine’s.

He wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but he could have sworn Aomine mumbled, “Baka.” But the grip on his hand got tighter and he heard the other male’s breaths become more even.

Kagami was finally able to fall asleep. 

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What if Aomine was perfectly capable of cooking well? Just imagine how pissed of Kagami would be.

Kagami coughed from his position in the bed, lying in a fetal position under the covers, only the top of his head sticking out from underneath. His body screamed plague, and Aomine was keeping distance from him in case whatever he had was contagious.

"What are you gonna do for dinner?" the redhead asked, his voice ragged and raspy.

"I'll handle it," Aomine answered, walking across the room to the closet to pull on a shirt.

"But what? I can't cook right now and there's no money for takeout." He coughed again into the covers.

"It's okay, I'll make something, and some soup for you too."

Kagami was silent for a bit.

"Make something? You can cook?"

"Of course I can. I'm not useless."

"You bastard! I've been cooking basically every fucking day for you and you can cook for your damn self?!"

"Hey, you never asked," Aomine smirked before dipping out of the room.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

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"Oi, Kagami."

Aomine poked his head around the corner.

"What?" the redhead asked over his shoulder as he prepared dinner.

"What do you think about getting a boob job?"

A knife flew at the blue-haired male, just missing him by some centimeters and getting stuck in the wall behind him.

"Nevermind, I'll ask later."