© dwindlingflame

Chapter three is here! I must have you know that I didn't intent on having three chapters. It was supposed to be a two shot but… I just can't seem to stop writing pointless things. xD So hopefully you'll like a longer story?

Kise's Locker

He thought he was a very patient person. He put up with Kise for almost two and a half years now. The boy was an asset to their team in many ways. He had a talent to improve exponentially in a short amount of time and could bring the team endless victories.

However Kise had one major downfall.

No, he wasn't talking about his bubbly personality that was too bright for him to handle. Nor was he talking about the stupid little things Kise did or said that made him want to sit at a bar, drink the night away and reflect on his life's choices.

No.

He was referring to Kise's never ending amount of stalkers.

When he accepted the blond model onto his team two and a half years ago, he did realize that the girls would fawn over him. It was only natural. He was mostly famous among the ladies (and some men as well), friendly, and attractive, or so the girls would say - he could never call a younger male student attractive.

However, after going to the same school with the same model for so long, Genta Takeuchi thought that his stalkers would get used to his presence.

Apparently he was wrong.

Takeuchi brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing the blubbery flesh with a frown. Maybe it was time to ditch the alcohol and lose some weight…

Glancing back up, Takeuchi looked over to the players on the court when he no longer heard the distinct screeching of sneakers on polished wood.

Sighing heavily, he stared as one of the new third string members let out a pathetic whine, detaching his face from the floor. Below him, a second year student squirmed, trying to remove the younger boy from on top of him.

"Ow! Ow! Get off of me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"How the hell did you even run into me anyway?!"

"K-Kise-sempai is scary!"

"E-eh?" said blond could only blink.

Takeuchi took it back. He would never give up drinking.

Blowing his whistle, Kaijo's coach stood up from the stands, telling Kise to switch to defense. Out of the corner of his eyes, Takeuchi noticed movement outside of the door. Glancing over to the small window, He blinked as the heavily clothed figure ducked down and out of sight.

He frowned. That was the fourth time today seeing that "face"…

Sighing, Takeuchi waddled down from the bleachers, making his way over to the team. "Okay, guys. Let's try out something new…"

Outside of the court, a certain stalker pressed their back against the wall next to the door, holding their chest. "Ugh. Too close for comfort."

The strange person fixed their sunglasses on their face. Crawling away from the door, the stranger stood up behind the wall, grabbing the barrel full of cleaning supplies. Putting on forearm length sanitary gloves, a face mask to "prevent nasal irritation", and hair cap, the shady character pushed the janitorial items through the door of the court.

Just as the door opened, a few eyes turned in the direction of the janitor lazily, not really taking note of their presence. The boys had their attention on Takeuchi who opted to ignore the intrusion.

The janitor stood there for a second, wondering if they were going to say something. Figuring that they didn't care, a smirk found it's way onto covered lips as the person slipped quietly into the locker room.

Closing the door, the janitor waited in silence for the sound of shoes moving along the court. When the game resumed after a blow of the whistle, the janitor tugged off the facemask and the hair next, letting his spikey blue hair free.

Removing the glasses James Bond style, Aomine smirked as he looked around the empty locker room.

"Che, too easy."

Removing the gloves, the Touou ace crept through the lockers, wondering if he would be able to find Kise's.

When he first developed the brilliant idea to check Kise's gym locker at school, Aomine wanted to pat himself on the back. He had the feeling that Kise believed that his locker was the safest place to put his costume.

Aomine felt a triumphant chuckle form in his throat.

He was a genius!

Now, all he had to do was find Kise's locker.

Walking through the locker room silently, Aomine was rather surprised at how easy it was to find Kise's locker. The blond boy didn't even bother closing it. From his position, Aomine could see various pictures of Kise, the team, their old middle school teammates, Kuroko, and of course, Aomine himself.

The blue-eyed boy shrugged and waltzed over to the locker. "Alright, Kise. Let's see what you have here…" Aomine stopped in front of the locker and saw a small bag sitting on top of a few textbooks. On the side of the locker, his school uniform hung on the hooks neatly.

Reaching into the locker with a smirk, Aomine sat back onto the bench next to the lockers. He turned to the side, crossing his legs on the bench and put the bag in his lap. Peaking in the bag, he could see some sort of clothing at the bottom. On top of it was a clear box with a heart shaped bottle of perfume. Tilting his head to the side, Aomine reached into the bag for the perfume.

"The hell?"

The box was a simple clear plastic with no words written on it, which automatically activated Aomine's suspicious bone. As he removed the bottle from the box, Aomine wondered what Kise would be doing with perfume. Was he planning on trying to seduce Aomine with a feminine smell?

His curiosity was killing him. Pulling off the clear protective cap off of the bottle, he tried to squeeze a small sample of the perfume on the back of his hand.

"Huh…?"

Squeezing harder, Aomine soon realized that the spray was stuck. Frowning, Aomine braced the bottom of the perfume on his knee, pressing down forcefully on the nozzle with his thumb.

Spritz!

"Gah!" Aomine dropped the offending spray bottle as its contents shot directly into his face. Wiping his eyes feverishly with his sleeve, he coughed, as he tasted the bitter liquid on his lips. "What the hell? This doesn't even smell good." Picking up the end of his shirt, he brought the fabric up to his face and began to wipe off the fluid, ignoring the burn in his nose and the… pit of his stomach?

Sniffing in annoyance, Aomine picked up the box again, reaching in there for the silky fabric at the bottom. As he picked it up, the Touou ace could not control the shockwave of arousal than ran through him.

Why the fuck did Kise have a black and blue thong in his locker?

And why the fuck is he so turned on by this?

Putting the box down on his lap, Aomine wrapped the silk between his fingers, tangling and untangling his hands in the fabric. Suddenly, an image of Kise sprawled out on his bed in nothing but the dark blue thong flashed in his mind. His mental Kise had his head rested on a pillow, with one hand curled up to his cheeks, which were flushed bright red. His dream Kise was breathing heavily as his free hand palmed his crotch, moaning Aomine's name shamelessly.

Aomine shivered as he brought the silk up to his face.

Dream Kise arched off the bed, begging to be fucked as he palmed himself harder. His fingers played with the dark blue frills at the edges of his thong before slipping his hand under the thin layer of silk, cupping the erection that Aomine was dying to see.

Why the hell was his own conscience torturing him?

Aomine closed his eyes and unconsciously inhaled deeply; taking in the strange scent of the perfume that seemed to be on the thong as well. Aomine shuddered. It still didn't even smell that good but… it made him feel so… warm.

Mental Kise rubbed his hands in slow circles, teasing Aomine with the idea of seeing that cock that Aomine loved running his tongue against. Slowly, mental Kise began to free his member. A dark cloud filtered over his crotch, causing an annoyed groan to escape Aomine's throat.

Damn, Kise. Why won't he stop fucking teas-

"Aominecchi?"

Aomine inhaled again, burying his nose further into the thong. Yes. Yes! Kise was responding well!

"Aominecchi!"

Aomine's eyes snapped open. "W-wha…?"

"What… are you doing?"

Aomine looked down slowly, staring at the thong tangled between his fingers. He blinked at them in confusion before glancing back up at the person talking to him, taking in the sight of his rather confused amber-eyed boyfriend. In normal circumstances, Aomine would be struggling to get himself out of a very, very embarrassing situation.

However, nothing about this situation was normal. He was just caught in his boyfriend's school, sniffing a thong in their basketball team's locker room. There was… nothing to say. At this moment, he didn't even care. He was just feeling so hot. "Where… did you get this?"

Kise seemed to put the pieces of the puzzle together. His face heated up as he snatched the thong out of Aomine's hands. The tanned male didn't fight back. He just let the silk slip from his fingers as he stared back at Kise, waiting for a response. "You went through my locker?!"

Aomine could tell that Kise wasn't mad. Kise couldn't get mad at him anyway… especially since Aomine made it hard to stay mad at him when his dick is sheathed in Kise's as-

Aomine's thoughts were treading in dangerous waters.

"Why'd you buy them?"

"I d-didn't!" Kise picked up the perfume off the ground, blinking at it curiously. He brought the nozzle up to his nose, trying to get a whiff of the scent. Unable to figure out what it was, he sprayed a small amount of the liquid on the inside of his wrist before inhaling. "One of my fans snuck in during training. She wouldn't leave unless she could see me so I took it and shoved it in my locker to get rid of her… What… is this?" he added as an afterthought to himself, disregarding the warmth that slowly bubbled in his stomach.

Aomine stared blankly; so that's why his locker was still open… "So you aren't going to wear it for me for Halloween?" He was never going to admit that he pouted.

Kise sent him an annoyed frown. "No." Kise put the box back in his locker, pushing it so that the door was almost closed (he had intentions of checking out that gift again). Turning around, he rested his hand on his hip, shifting on his weight on one of his legs as he stared at the strangely flushed Aomine still sitting on the bench. "Did you really come here to try and find my Halloween outfit? Seriously, Aominecchi, I think you need to let it go. Halloween is three days away. I can't understand why you can't wait!"

Aomine didn't hear a word he said.

Kise frowned when he got no response from the other male. "Sigh. Alright, let's go, you big baby." Kise reached down to Aomine's arm. Grasping the limb, Kise began to tug at his boyfriend's arm, urging him to stand. Aomine looked up to Kise, gazing at that frustrated face.

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

Kise's face (and groin?) burned when Aomine's compliment processed in his brain. "E-eh?!" Aomine stood slowly, watching as Kise tried to step away from him. Aomine stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He pressed their chests together, placing his hand on Kise's hips. "A-Aominecchi?" Kise felt his body reacting unnaturally fast to Aomine's touch.

Aomine smirked, his eyes dropped slightly as he dipped his head down to Kise's ear. "I love you so much. I can't believe I'm so lucky to have you." Aomine said softly, running his fingers along Kise's sweaty flesh. He pressed a firm, open-mouthed kiss against Kise's neck. "Let me make love to you…"

At this point, steam was coming out of Kise's ears. Never, in his life, had he heard such a loving tone leave his tanned lover's mouth. He was sure that Aomine was more likely to bite him than say that he loved him. In fact, he didn't even know that Aomine loved him. This was all news to him.

Aomine's lips began to travel, going from his neck to his collarbone and up to his ear. Kise squirmed, pressing his hands to Aomine's shoulders. "A-ah. No. Aomin-ngh-ecchi. I… I have to go back to… practice." Kise swallowed the moan leaving his throat as Aomine began to devour his earlobe, causing his knees to turn into jelly.

"Fuck practice."

Kise couldn't agree more. His body was slowly beginning to crave so much more of Aomine that Kise almost wanted to jump his bones right there. However, a small, logical part of him tried to dispel the sexual tension between them. "B-but… What if they walk in?"

"They can watch."

Kise could feel his blood pumping. His team walking in was probably the last thing he wanted to happen right now. It would be so humiliating, so degrading, so sexy. "What's gotten –gasp- into you?" If Aomine didn't stop rolling his nipple around between his fingers like that, Kise was going to throw a fit.

"I don't know."

Kise groaned, throwing his head back against the locker. Aomine's hands roamed his body gently. He was so not used to this. He was too accustomed to Aomine ravishing him like an animal. Gentle was not normal.

"I just… feel weird." Aomine's eyes were completely glazed over with lust. Kise wasn't even sure if the man was completely aware of his surroundings.

Kise moaned as Aomine's wickedly hot tongue made a wet trail of saliva down his chest. His shirt was crumpled up under his neck where Aomine's hand held the offending material out of the way. Kise's hips rocked as Aomine's head got dangerously close to the arousal that was quickly becoming a problem.

"I just… want you."

Kise's hands gripped at the lockers as Aomine cupped his mouth around Kise's clothed erection, breathing his hot air on the sensitive flesh. "Nngh!" Aomine wrapped his lips loosely around Kise's balls, sucking through his basketball shorts, reveling in the sound of Kise's moans. "Ah, ah, nngah!"

Kise's head was spinning. Why was everything so hot? It was almost like he was a virgin all over again. His body was overreacting. He skin was so sensitive to Aomine's touch. He's never this sensitive. That isn't to say that Aomine was bad at arousing him. It was actually the opposite. However, Kise had developed a resistance to Aomine's touches that allowed them to have long, rough, and hot sex that would leave him sore for days. At this moment, however, Kise felt ready to blow and it's only been a few minutes.

Kise's head jerked back, hitting the lockers with a loud thud. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Aomine's cold hands found their way into Kise's pants, stroking his heated flesh slowly before engulfing his member in warmth. Kise was seeing stars. He wasn't sure if it was because the lockers just assaulted the back of his head or if it was because of Aomine's devilish tongue lapping at the most sensitive areas on Kise's dick. He honestly didn't care at the moment.

One of Kise's hands gripped Aomine's short, soft locks while the other clawed at the lockers. His hand hooked onto his partially open locker, swinging it open a little further. Kise's eyes trailed over to his locker momentarily before realization hit him hard.

His gift.

Kise groaned loudly as Aomine completely pushed Kise's shorts down to the ground. Lifting one of Kise's legs over his shoulder, Aomine allowed one of his hands to slowly trail along the blonde's creamy thighs as he pushed his head lower on his dick. Kise's legs clenched, squeezing against the side of Aomine's head.

"Fu-ah-ck."

Kise wasn't sure if he should kill or thank that girl who did this to him…

He'd figure it out later.

"Where the hell is that guy?!"

Takeuchi looked up from his place on the bench, watching as one of the underclassmen stared curiously at the locker room door.

"Do you think something happened to him?"

"Yeah… He's been in there for a while…"

"Should I go ch-?"

"NO."

All eyes turned towards Takeuchi.

The chubby man blinked, staring back at them. "J-just… let him be…"

The team gave him a questioning look before scurrying off as he began to demand that they return to their training. Takeuchi sat back down, pressing his face into the palms of his hands. He knew that there was a time when you just did not want to know what was going on in a boy's locker room. After seeing that strange "janitor" enter the room, Takeuchi felt that it might have been a bad idea to allow Kise to go in there. However, the blond insisted that he return to his locker because he remembered leaving it open and didn't want the janitor to touch his things. When the blond didn't return, Takeuchi could only conclude that that "janitor" was in there touching something…

And he'd rather just increase basic training than find out what was going on in there.

Bloopers

Scene X Take 2

The strange person fixed their sunglasses on their face. Crawling away from the door, the stranger stood up behind the wall, grabbing the barrel full of cleaning supplies. Putting on forearm length sanitary gloves, a face mask to "prevent nasal irritation", and hair cap, the shady character pushed the janitorial items through the door of the court.

Just as the door opened, all eyes turned in the direction of the janitor staring at them suspiciously.

The janitor stood there, staring back at the team. A long silence overtook the court.

The janitor gulped, taking slow, calculated steps back towards the door they entered through, never taking their eyes off of the team. Pushing the door open with their back, the janitor stared as the tub filled with cleaning supplies propped the door open. Without another word, the janitor spun on their heels, and began running down the hallway.

"… What was that about?" Kise asked, staring at the bin that remained wedged between the doors.

Takeuchi sighed heavily.

Scene Y Take 4

Mental Kise rubbed his hands in slow circles, teasing Aomine with the idea of seeing that cock that Aomine loved running his tongue against. Slowly, mental Kise began to free his member. A dark cloud filtered over his crotch, causing an annoyed groan to escape Aomine's throat.

Damn, Kise. Why won't he stop fucking teas-

"Aominecchi?"

Aomine inhaled again, burying his nose further into the thong. Yes. Yes! Kise was responding well!

"Aominecchi!"

Aomine's eyes snapped open. "W-wha…?"

"What… are you doing?"

Aomine looked down slowly, staring at the thong tangled between his fingers. He blinked at them in confusion before glancing back up at the person talking to him, taking in the sight of his rather confused amber-eyed boyfriend… and the entire Kaijo team.

"E-eh…?"

"H-Hey! Isn't that Aomie Daiki from Touou Academy?!"

"I think it is! What's he doing here?"

"I think a better question would be 'What is he doing here?' don't you think?"

"I… really don't think I want to know."

Aomine blinked again, watching the heat build up in Kise's face.

"W-what are you doing h-?!"

"You're so cute…"

The entire team stood in stunned silence as Kise turned into a blubbering mass of embarrassment.

"EH?!"

Scene Z Take 5

"Where the hell is that guy?!"

Takeuchi looked up from his place on the bench, watching as one of the underclassmen stared curiously at the locker room door.

"Do you think something happened to him?"

"Yeah… He's been in there for a while…"

"I'm going to go check."

The first year student jogged towards the locker room, not noticing the wary look that Takeuchi was sending him. He waited.

And waited...

and waited...

Well, maybe nothing was going on in there after all.

"Alright, everyone! Get back to your dri-"

"AHHHHH!"

He spoke too soon.