Good Boy, Bad Boy

At least I polished this oneshot, or at least more than the half of it. The second part comes later. I had this story for a while but was never satisfied with it. And like I promised in my other fic –which I haven´t abandoned by the way- Con Esperanzas te encontré, con Decepción te perdí, I would publish this as an apologize for almost giving up to continue writing the former one. I´m still with exams so I´m sorry I can´t keep the update so fast, I already made some study time-sacrifice to correct this one. Hope you´ll be still happy with me.

Summary: AU. Kise Ryouta always considered himself as a decent human being, and in all his 26 years of life, he never crossed or overpassed that line. But sometimes, he found out by accident, there was something quite promising at being caught as the bad boy by an unknown handsome cop.

Pairings: Mainly AoKise; mentioned KiyoAka and perhaps others.

Warnings: YAOI, SEX BETWEEN MEN; so please refrain if you are mentally unprepared or just flat out crossed of this; no one forces you to read it. And probably some major grammar mistakes. Is somebody willing to be my beta? Also, I don´t have a fucking clue about how the police works nor how drugs are called in slang-words.

Disclaimer: Nothing of Kuroko No Basuke is mine… yet. I´m still in negotiation with the talented Mr. Tadatoshi Fujimaki ;)

Chapter 1: Sorpresas en la noche(Surprises at night)

It was already far past midnight as the metallic dark blur BMW vehicle stopped at the sideway from the park. The area belonged to a rather small and unpopular district, wide away from the overpopulation metropolis. So it wasn´t much of a surprise finding this spot deserted, play courts abandoned and the street lamps being broken by stones or simply not functioning right, casting only a dim light over the place and succumbing the rest in darkness. The climatic heat outside marked the soon arrival of the summer and as result not one soul would adventure themselves right now at the outside.

It was perfect for Kise Ryouta.

The blonde shut off the lights and motor of his car but still left the keys in the engine to have the air conditioning working.

After checking quickly again if there´s really no person in the area, he clenched his teeth and hastily opened up his expensive Grey Ralph Lauren-Jacket, which ported sleeves halfway to the elbows; scrambled his White CopaCabana-Shirt with v-neck to reveal his toned abdominal, and proceeded with shaking hands to unbutton his Dark Levi´s-Jeans.

He groaned in relieve as he finally released his drop-hard arousal from his red boxer.

Wishing to be in a more comfortable position, he held with one hand his member as he pushed with the other a button to move the seat more backwards, and hoisted his hips a little forward. Finally, he curled satisfied on the leather couch and could concentrate in what he had desired during all night: jerking his all-pent sexual tension from the party.

Kise was actually a high rewarded pilot and worked as an established member for the Japan National Airplane for several years. All the hard work paid finally off and he enjoyed without guilt the first week of his whole two-month paid vacation. You would think that someone would use their free-time to travel to some distant part of the country, or to another continent like others tourists do, but Kise already did that regularly in his actual job and knew already the most beautiful places in the world, that´s why he wanted to lay down a bit and catch up with family and old friends he didn´t see or contact for years because of his busy schedule. Beaming with anticipation and giddiness he didn´t think much about it as he accepted happily the invitation to a birthday-party from one of his former colleagues from the model industry.

Which brings Kise to his predicament at hand.

Kise had completely forgotten how his ex-coworkers celebrated their parties; or any get-together for that matter. Cursing, the blonde slid his long fingers along his shaft shuddering at the delicious friction. He should have known the party would have ended like this, they always did.

Although Kise appreciated his teenage-years as a working male model, there were always times he would be dragged unwillingly to those after-celebration for their work: which consisted mainly in sniffing Cocaine, swallowing LCD or just savoring a joint and drowning in alcohol. And if the mood was right, a lustful orgy took place. Kise had been invited a couple of times in the beginning and avoided them later like a pest. He just wasn´t into that shit.

And now, with his 26-years, he still didn´t like it, but he stayed as long as he could for old time's sakes. Drank one glass of wine –after he was absolutely sure there wasn´t anything weird put in it-, tried to relax as much as possible and enjoy the bleak conversations. It wasn´t until a beautiful woman sneaked her manicured hand under his waistband and a handsome man began to nibble his neck, that he understand he should run for the exit. Not much because it grossed him out, far from it; the danger laid more in how much it turned him on and how easy it would be to give in. Not having had sex for months didn´t help his resolve either.

Pre-cum glistened already on the slit of his manhood as he thumbed it. He was so horny it made him almost dizzy. There had been no time to drive with such a hard-on till to his house, so he looked for the old deserted park he knew from his adolescence and stationed over, already guessing there would be no observer to molest him.

And by being so engrossed in his pleasure, letting himself free to bask in the lustful bliss of need and heat, only his fulfillment in mind and nothing else, that he never perceived the person who walked leisurely to his car.

Let´s just say that the sudden knocking on his glass window made Kise jump in shock and he yelped in surprise. A scorching light was angled to his face. Squinting his eyes, he couldn´t make out who was the person outside his BMW as he hastily tried to slide his jeans over his hips.

The bored male voice made him freeze in terror.

"I´m a Police Officer, please open the window."

Oh shit, a cop! That can´t be happening! Now completely freaking out, the blonde showed his falling erection – it was like a bucket of cold water has been thrown over him - in his boxer, almost getting it caught up with the jeans zipper. Anxiously he made a hissing sound through his teeth.

"Oi, open up!" demanded the officer impatiently.

Kise pushed his shirt hem over his jean, patted his golden locks in what he thought was somehow decent looking and taking a last deep breath he pushed the button to slide his window open. An innocent and pleasant smile graced professionally the blonde´s lips as he spoke.

"Hello, Officer, in what may I help you?" Kise was mentally grateful his voice stayed steady although a little hoarse at the ends but not enough to show his complete embarrassment.

The lantern light was cast down and a very handsome tanned face appeared before him. The man, apparently of the same age tan Kise, had the typical navy-blue uniform which designed him as a police officer. The dark blue eyes matched the short trimmed hair strands under the hat. An elegant eyebrow was arched up as the bluenette snorted.

"Took you long enough. Are you having a party here?" asked the cop shamelessly. The sly smirk made it clear at what he was referring to and Kise felt his face burn up in mortification.

"No, sir, no party here" he replied slowly; his smile, although more forced now, was still on spot but it was impossible for him to keep eye contact.

The tanned man angled his light to the backseats of his car, frowning slightly in disappointment.

"No one else here?" he grumbled, "How boring."

Kise felt his temple twitch in annoyance. Did that cop wanted to find some sex orgy or something like that? Wasn´t it already enough amusing catching a poor lad in a less decent, but completely normal mind you, activity?

"Sorry, Officer, but I´m completely alone here" his sweet voice loaded with falseness.

The bluenette eyes widened for a friction, sniffing in the air, before his smirk turned completely arrogant.

"If that´s true than ya don´t mind giving me your identity and license card, do you? It is slightly suspicious being alone and parking a pretty expensive car in the middle of the night in a quite deserted area."

The ex-model nodded nervously, grabbing his wallet from his jacket and retrieving the needed identifications. The cop took them and Kise noted distractingly how lean and elegant those tanned hands looked. His eyes followed the powerful muscles flexed on tanned arms, bride masculine shoulders and the firm and toned body ported in high-esteem but bored manner. This man made obviously regular work-outs and it did him good. The strong cheek bones and the strong jaw and those stern eyes only made his feature sexier. Kise frowned; it´s a shame the same couldn´t be said for the personality.

The cop hummed in contemplation. "Kise Ryouta, 26 years old, and actually working as a pilot for Commercial Airplanes?" He whistled, "Not bad, Mr. Pilot-kun. That sure explains the great car."

The smile on Kise´s face became even tenser. "Thanks, Mr. Officer. If that´s all and there´s no problem, may I go now?"

The tanned man passed the Ids for Kise to take but before his fingers could touch them, they were snatched from his reach. Perplexed, he blinked up to meet mischievous eyes and a white shark smirk.

"You see, Pilot-kun" the man snorted and rested his toned under arm on the windows seams, fanning the cards in the air, "We actually do have a problem here, and it´s pretty bad too."

"Excuse me?" the blonde asked confused.

Leaning his handsome face in the car, the cop sniffed the air again before backed away again. "The thing is, the car smells of the green stuff."

Green stuff? What does he mea- In sudden understanding, Kise grabbed his collar and sniffed at it tentatively. A distinctive smell penetrated his nose. He groaned in frustration. His jacket reeked of Marihuana. Although he didn´t smoke one, the others on the party had, and the smell got stuck on his clothes. Why me?!

"So, if you please may step out of the car?" suggested the other man nonchalantly, straightening out and making space for Kise to open his door.

"Look, Officer, let me explain! I was on a party and the others smoked, not me! I swear I didn´t!" Kise knew he sounded desperate but this was terrible misunderstanding in what he had nothing to do with.

A loud hand slap on the car roof jolted him in shock.

"Maybe I didn´t make myself clear; please, step out of the car, Pilot-kun." The words were growled dangerously, promising nothing but unpleasant things if Kise didn´t follow the orders.

Trembling fingers opened the car and Kise stepped hesitantly out. From the corner of his eyes he could see the police car stationed several meters away from his BMW. How did he not notice it when it had pulled over?

Shaking his head in dismay, he looked again at the –surprisingly- taller man as the other put Kise´s Ids in his jest pocket of his uniform.

"Officer, you´re wrong" started Kise again, "I didn´t smoke anything, I just went to a party and they may have-"

"Yeah, sure," interrupted him the police officer, "they say that everytime. Now spread those legs and put both hands at the back of your head and don´t move, got it?"

Kise felt himself turned around and pushed against his vehicle. Nervously he did as he was told and lifted his arms and rested his hands against the backside of his golden locks.

"I swear, Officer, there is a mistake" he tried to explain again, feeling worse and frustrated second by second, never having been in such a dreadful situation with the law. If this goes in his registration record it could damage his profile as an elite professional pilot for the prestigious Japan Airplane Empress. And if this were to be labeled in a wrong assumption for possession of illegal substance he could virtually lose his job, and never get one else in any other aviation corporation again.

His fucking whole career was on line here.

And it didn´t help him that this damn cop wouldn´t hear him out, manhandling him gruffly, forcing with his knee in separating his legs wider apart.

"Shut up" growled the other and leaned his chest against Kise´s back and began to palpate his forearms, sliding up to his triceps, shoulders and then all the way to the sides of his upper body till they found the pockets of the model´s grey jacket, roaming on them. Finding nothing – Kise left his cellphone with his wallet in the car – those hands went under his jacket and proceeded to search along his column.

The blonde gulped, although those long fingers and wide palms propped slightly forceful against his back, he could feel the arching heat emanating from them, passing through his white shirt.

Kise´s throat went dry. Fuck, this is so not happening. There was no way he began to feel exited about those touches, no matter how intimate it felt when they probed in front of his chest, descending along his ribs and further to his hipbones. This was terrible; his member, which had gone flaccid in seconds after the shock of being trapped by an police officer, was now springing slowly back to life and bumping uncomfortably against his boxers. Why is he getting horny in such a fucked up situation? He could lose about everything if this mistake couldn´t be sorted out, and here he was getting a hard one for being searched for drugs by a male stranger. He had to do something immediately before the other man found out about his humiliating predicament.

"Sir, please, I have nothing on me. There is no need-" he pleaded frenetically and tried to turn around but that intention felt short as he was smashed suddenly brutally back to the car; the cop yanked Kise´s arms in a odd angle together at his back, crushed his whole body against his and locked his golden head with an arm lock, rendering him completely immobile. Hot breath brushed against Kise´s earlobe as the bluenette growled. "I said, don´t move. Are you deaf or just plain stupid?"

Kise was terrified, never had he been treated in such an aggressive manner. That powerful arm around his throat made it almost difficult to breath and the other arm held his both elbows in a painful lock, feet cornering his owns as to prevent any other moves from the blonde.

"You know" hissed the other lowly making Kise´s hair neck stand up, "it´s quite suspicious how much you struggle... as if you want to prevent me to find something on you."

Horror and dismay paralyzed the models body. Please, don´t tell me he found out!

"You are hiding something, Mr. Pilot-san" the taller man proceeded to talk in a low voice, "And I´m sure it´s something illegal for you to behave like that."

Kise shacked hopelessly his head. "No, please, I´m not hiding anything illegal, I swear." His voice was hoarse and trembling. This was getting worse and worse by minute, and his fucking arousal didn´t even out a bit! Only if a hole could swallow him up this instant and spare him further humiliation.

The bluenette snorted. "Then there should be no problem if I continue with my search, should it?"

Kise bit into his lower lip, and after some seconds, whimpered a no. There wasn´t really anything he could do, and resisting a police procedure wasn´t the best way to handle this.

A satisfied hum was breathed in his ear lobe. "Good boy" replied the cop, and Kise could have sworn it had been purred out.

Stop imaging things and get a grip, you stupid baka.

The arm around his throat was moved away and Kise expanded his lungs to inhale thankfully the needed air, but his gratitude lasted only seconds before his body tensed again. A tanned hand groped his buttocks rather roughly.

The hell?

Kise angled his head to the side to look what the hell that perverted cop was doing and he yelped as his flesh was clenched forcefully.

"Don´t. Move." growled the bluenette in a menacing voice.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, the blonde cursed lowly and moved his head forward again.

The hands resumed their pressing and knitting around his behind, searching inside his jeans pocket, which, sadly, had the effect to stretch the material terribly at his front, making his member switch delightfully at the friction. Kise wanted to die from embarrassment. If this keeps going on, he won´t be able to maintain his problem for a secret much longer and at sometime the cop will see the huge dent on his jeans, and then he would be really arrested for disturbing public display or something similar.

Fuck, what should I do? Even thinking about dead puppies or gross frogs wasn´t terrible enough to distract him from the hot muscular body pressed behind him, the hot and calm breaths on his neck, firm hands sliding down and up his legs, and for a distracted moment the blonde imagined how those long fingers touched him with passion and reverence, craving to consume his body to the last corner of his skin. At this, Kise blinked slowly in surprise and lust, comprehending he would gladly give his everything – right here, right now – to that man, a complete stranger. Lost in those hazing thoughts, he moaned in delight as something caressed the insight of his thigh near the area of his crotch.

The caress stopped abruptly and the blonde opened his eyes in shock.

Oh God, I didn`t, did I? Ohnonono! Kise was about to hyperventilate when the hands continued their probing second later like nothing had happened. Maybe the other hadn´t heard him, or he was kind enough to let it pass, ignoring it; the blonde didn´t know but he really hoped this was the case. What creep would get off by being grabbed by a stranger, no less a police officer? Kise was one it seems and heat crawled over his face and neck. This was the worst.

The bluenette straightened then out, distancing himself from Kise. Although Kise missed for an instant the scorching heat from the other he felt mostly alleviation that the procedure finally ended. Immediately, he planed on using his old actors and models skills to perform a possible get-away strategy as suddenly cold metal touched his wrist and he heard a distinctive click noise. Incredulous, he looked with widening eyes around his shoulder, and although he couldn´t clearly see it, there was no doubt in his mind that a set of hard handcuffs restrained now firmly his hands together.

"What is that? Why am I handcuffed?" he cried in alarm as he tried to somehow slip out of those metal rings. He was shoved against the BMW. This was getting quite old fashioned and repetitive, thought Kise in irritation.

A dark chuckle from behind made Kise cringe internally.

"I´m sorry, but there´s no way I could let you free, Mr. Pilot-kun."

"I have a name, you know? It´s Kise" snapped the blonde annoyed, "And with what proofs you have the right to arrest me? You found nothing on me, I´m clean for fucks sakes!" It wasn´t in Kise´s nature to be terribly angry at people at general, and less to curse, but this guy sure as hell got the worst out of him.

"Pretty feisty, aren´t we?" replied the other and Kise could virtually hear the smirk on the others voice. "But there is still a little problem, Kise-kun" and the blonde hated how the cop practically breathed his name on his ear – it affected him in all the wrong places of his lower body. "Nowadays, drug dealer and users got more cunning and astute, and quite desperate, in hiding their merchandise from the cops and making it almost impossible to arrest them. But we got smarter too and developed new ways to find the junk in the oddest places you can imagine."

Somehow Kise felt confused about the explanation and dread filled his stomach. A toneless gasp left his plump lips as a cold nose sniffed suddenly at his neck; blue strands of hair prickled his skin. His hips were secured tightly by a pair of strong hands.

"Wha- what are you doing…", voiced Kise gulping.

The blue haired man breathed then out and backed his head slowly away. "Like I said, Kise-kun", drawled the other in bored fashion, "you´re going nowhere because you reek of Marihuana."

The model bristled. "I already explained I was at a party but I didn´t smoke shit!"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard that one before", interrupted him the cop and turned him abruptly around. Widen golden hazel eyes met intense azure ones.

God, they are beautiful, thought Kise in daze, completely forgetting that his erection was now in full display to be seen.

This was now the second time after their encounter they had established direct eye contact, and Kise had almost forgotten how alluring and hypnotic those blazing sapphire irises could be. But this time there was something different in them - and so much worse, Kise thought; before, the gaze only had showed nothing but professional coldness and maybe a little cockiness, but now, there was a distinctive fire and calculative sharpness in those ocean depths, which left the blonde whimpering mentally, shaking his entire soul in a loophole of lustful sensations and fear at the same time.

Nobody had ever had that effect on him, and it was terrifying.

As if satisfied with something he saw in the model´s eyes, the officer grinned.

"Like I imagined", he snorted, "your pupils are blown away like you were high."

Kise blinked confused. Huh? But I´m not- And he suddenly groaned in anguish after deducing what the other meant. He was blown away, alright, but not because he was fucking high on drugs, dammit! How the hell do you explain to another man that you were actually in this painful state because lust and needs were overcoming every freaking cell of your body, and the only coherent thought, which had the grace to pass through your mind, was to fucking pin that gorgeous man in front of you and fall in sinful acts of passion? Kise grimaced. Yeah, right, that would go so well.

If this would have happened at him several years ago, he would be crying tears in frustration. He almost felt compelled too, a familiar sting burning the sides of his eyes, but he frowned stubbornly and moved defiantly his chin up. Feeling the anger coiling through his stomach, he cursed.

"Fuck you", he growled slowly, "I´m not fucking high, and I´ll do what ever you need me to do to demonstrate that I´m clean. I´ll shove your accusations right into your throat, asshole." Maybe it wasn´t the best idea to disrespect an officer like this, but there were limits to Kise´s patience and his responsibilities as a decent human being. He was emotionally exhausted, it was the middle of the night, there was too much heat in the air, he was unjustifiably accused of being a drug addict, and his damn arousal wouldn´t loosen up! So excuse him if he wasn´t in the best mood to being polite to some asshole!

All in all, Kise thought proudly, he made a good courageous and legit impression. Sadly, that sentiment lasted only for seconds. His heart picked up the speed as a feral glint flashed through sapphire eyes, piercing him with their intensity, and the arrogant grin widened slowly in a predatory smirk. The tanned man stepped forward, only leaving a small distance in between them, and Kise gulped as he instinctively retreated backwards but finding his car impending any other forms of escaping.

He was cornered like a defenseless prey about to be ambushed by a very, very dangerous hunter.

It wasn´t like Kise didn´t pass through some – more, a lot more, than he actually cared for – similar situations were he had felt to be eaten alive by hungry gazes and touching hands – not for nothing had he been a model with highly appreciate good looks; and even now, at his twenty-six years, he was still desired, be it secretively – hardly - or not, be it woman or man.

But never before felt it like he would literally be devoured tortuously inch by inch; like those raging dark blue orbs promised to consume gruesomely his last strings of sanity, and not only to posses his flesh and bones, but to demand without any remorse his soul and life too, for his only to claim and to worship.

Feeling terrible nervous, in habit Kise opened slightly his mouth and passed nervously his pink tongue over his lips. Immediately, the cop´s eyes posed over the muscle, following intensively the little movement before snapping them up again, an overloading hunger seemed to obscure those azure orbs, almost vanishing under the expanding pupil.

Who´s having their pupils blown away now? wanted to cry Kise in anguish but he couldn´t even fathom from were to obtain the voice to do such a tremendous effort as all the blood was going straight south to his groin, leaving him breathless and nearly without strength in his legs to stand up.

"What a feisty little cat we have here" said the cop in a dangerously low tone, "Interesting, I think I like it." And out of nowhere patted with the back of his tanned hand the dent in front of Kise´s jeans and chuckled darkly at his shocked expression. "Well, if you are willing to do anything to shove my accusations into my throat like you said, then you won´t raise anymore complaints if I continue my search accordingly, won´t you?"

There was something in the way those words were said that made alarm bells ring in his mind, but he couldn´t back out of it anymore. He really needed to demonstrate his innocence in this matter. And some other part of him, one he tried ferociously to deny but the touch on his erection pretty much prevented it, was anxiously trilled by the prospect of being searched a little more by this dangerous man. If Kise read those predatory eyes right, he´ll get of this more than only his image in tact. If he read right that´s it.

The pilot nodded hesitantly his head, "Okay."

The bluenette closed his eyes for three second and inhaled deeply before he looked back at him. Huffing a "Good", he grabbed Kise´s shoulder and propelled him to walk till the backside of the BMW. The blonde almost felt on his steps, having his hands restrained with handcuffs and his legs feeling like jelly didn´t help much to maintain his equilibration. Once by the truck Kise was suddenly shoved on it and he cried out in surprise at the impact.

"Shut it", growled the other man and held the blonde´s head down, "We have a deal, so bear with it."

Kise cursed. "But there is no need to threat me like I´m a fucking scumbag!" he bristled.

His golden locks were yanked up and he arched his back in pain, long fingers grabbed with brute force his arm and Kise could feel hot breath on his exposed neck.

"You´re right", lips caressing teasingly his skin as the other murmured, "I certainly should threat you better, but you tend to be such a rebellious little kitty that seems in dear need to be punished."

"I´m not a damn ani-" wanted Kise protest but his hair was yanked wider backwards and he breathed rapid in fear but still didn´t fall in panic. Where did he get himself into? This dude was a fucking sadist! Or worse, a psycho who´s hobby is to kill people! And although the blonde felt scared by the more than questionable acts from the taller man, he didn´t really believe him to be a killer o rapist. Sure, the touches and yanking will leave blue-green bruises the next day, but they were only inflected for seconds before they were slowly loosened up and even accommodated discreetly their hold on him for a more comfortable and less painful posture for him. Like now for example, his arm throbbed by the manhandling but the grip suddenly lightened up and lean fingers began to caress faintly over the area. The clawing on his scalp turned into minuscule crawling. Like an apologize, thought Kise; it was almost cute. Almost. And that was the only reason he didn´t made a run out of this; well, that, and his raging erection obviously.

"Let´s make another deal, shall we?" The pilot had to suppress a moan as he felt the smirk on his feverish skin. "This is your last chance to decide. Or we go to the police station and they can search you there, or, we I´ll make this standard procedure as pleasant as possible and have the results of you being clean right now, right here. What ya say?", the cop asked in his baritone voice.

Kise knew instinctively that this was his last possibility to get out of this, to demand other procedures to have his innocence proved, even a blood test would state the obvious result in seconds, and he could get out of this with much of his dignity in tact as possible and all this mess would be cleared up. There wasn´t probably other ways for searching drugs on him in public area without overpassing his rights as citizen. He knew all of this, but somehow he didn´t find it himself to care as those fingers caressed lovingly his arm.

He gulped and then sighed in defeat.

"Just do it."

He could practically feel the chuckle at his back.

End of chapter 1

I noted I tend to describe almost everything in details and it´s exhausting and never ending. But I`m a very visual person and want to explain as much as possible the scenes so that others can visual it too and feel the same magic that I do. Sigh.

Well, good news: the good stuff comes later heh