UNINTENDED

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfic! It is an AoKise fic and involves Mpreg.

Of course none of the KnB characters are mine. Any OC's on here however are mine.

I hope you enjoy! I have written the first four chapters so far.

I hope you enjoy it! Please feel free to review! Criticism is always welcome ;)

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Chapter One

Kise felt like shit. Even though he had felt worse in the past week there was still no denying that right at that moment, he, Kise Ryouta, felt like a bag of shite. And he was sick of it. He had had it up to hear with the constant queasy feeling that didn't seem to want to go anywhere, not knowing when he was going to have his head next down the toilet. Sometimes it wasn't too bad. Like the other day. He only threw up once and even though his appetite had been somewhat limited he actually managed to keep his food down for the first time in over a week. However, the hope that he had finally kicked this pesky illness in the arse was extremely short lived as he once again found himself on all fours, head down the toilet unable to keep one thing down. And it had to be today of all days.

Last night he went to bed feeling that this horrible week and a half of spontaneous upchucking was finally coming to an end. But alas, he was woken up at 4am by the familiar feeling of impending vomiting. And ever since, he had undoubtedly been feeling like absolute shite. And it rather pissed him off. This stomach bug or whatever the hell it was had made him miss Aomine's match for one. So as well as screwing up his practice sessions, his job and not to mention his social life, this stomach flu/mysterious illness was responsible for him not leaving his room once today. He was sweaty, groggy and truly believed that there couldn't possibly be anything else left to come out of him. Until it did. He really wished it would just do one.

It was 5pm when his phone went off. Kise had finally managed to drag his almost corpse back to bed and get a few shut eye. He reached over to his bedside cabinet, keeping his eyes closed for fear of risking doom (he was feeling rather good right now) and fumbled for his phone. Once he'd successfully located his mobile he took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes waiting for the anticipated and inevitable urge to race to the bathroom. And when that urge didn't show itself (thank god) Kise flipped open his phone and read the text he had just received. And even in his time of feeling extremely sorry for himself, the text made Kise smile.

Aomine: How are you?

In his momentary happiness, Kise risked propping up his pillow and sitting up. And after a seconds pause with no upchucking tendencies arising he proceeded to reply.

Kise: I'm feeling better thanks Im sorry I couldn't be there. So annoying. How did the match go? x

Kise didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Aomine: we won. Of course. Have you eaten?

Kise rolled his eyes. Of course they won. And he would bet any money that their opponents probably left crying. But he wasn't going to feed the fools already overly sized ego. Instead he wrote,

Kise: not since yesterday. Why? Planning on feeding me? ;) x

As he hit the send button, Kise realised how hungry we was suddenly feeling. Then his phone beeped. The speed of Aomine's texting skills never ceased to amaze him.

Aomine: yes . Someone has to. I'll be there in about half an hour.

Kise couldn't help but smile as he felt the warmth spread throughout his entire body at the thought of Aomine coming over. They hadn't really been able to spend time together recently. Before Kise, Aomine had also come down with this mysterious stomach flu that seemed to be going around. Ok granted, he got rid of his a lot quicker but that on top of Kise's work, school and basketball practice (not to mention Kise's current bed ridden state) they hadn't really found the time to spend with one another. But Aomine's match was now over, Kise wasn't feeling 100% like shit and it was a Saturday. Which meant no school or work tomorrow. Ah the prominent silver lining on this absolute shit week. Kise was positively glowing when he text back,

Kise: looking forward to it! :D :D x

And with that he put his phone back in its rightful spot and went to take a shower.

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"Jesus Kise, you look like shit." Was Aomine's way of a greeting and the smile all but disappeared from Kise's face.

"Well jeez, thanks, cause you look fantastic"

It was true that at that exact moment Aomine did look a little worse for wear and not due to the fact that he had just been playing basketball. No, that match was relatively easy and Aomine had barely broken a sweat. What had lead him to his current dishevelled state, was the fact that Momoihad made him run 20 laps around the school's running track before letting him leave as punishment for turning up to the match late. Not that they needed him anyway. As he had predicted, the rest of the guys were handling the situation rather well and were already up by 60 points in the second quarter. Aomine's admission into the match at the start of the third had just further solidified their victory. It was kind of embarrassing really. And totally boring. Even though he'd learnt to love basketball again and found himself enjoying it more and more this match was beyond Aomine's capabilities of caring. In fact, the only real reason he bothered to turn up in the first place was because he knew that Kise was ill and needed to rest up. He had to kill time somehow before force feeding food into Kise's pretty blond head. Even though Aomine was slightly tired out, it was nothing compared to the guy holding the front door open. This was the first time that they had seen each other in three days and even then, Kise seemed to be on the mend. But now he was back to being pale, pasty and too thin for Aomine's liking. He was starting to get worried. When he had caught the flu-thing it had laid him up for two days and he certainly didn't look like he had gone three rounds with a cement block. Aomine decided that if the colour hadn't returned to his blonds ashen cheeks by tomorrow he was going to drag Kise to the doctors himself. And no amount of kicking and screaming was going to stop him. This flu had been going on for far too long.

"so what did ya get?" asked Kise eyeing up the plastic bag in Aomine's hand.

"Chinese" he replied as he entered Kise's home.

"oh has it come with a side of humble pie?"

"ha very funny. Are you alone?"

"Yep. Dad's at work".

"cool". An empty house was quite often a regular occurrence in the Kisehousehold. Kise's dad worked as a security guard and mostly worked nights. That's one of the reasons Aomine loved coming here. Cause 8 times out of 10 would mean alone time for him and Kise. Which 10 times out of 10 lead to some serious sex. Which is another reason as to why Aomine wanted this flu gone post haste. As well as their already tight schedules, Kise's sickness, following his own, had put a serious damper on their already restricted sex life. Which was driving him mad. There was only so much his right hand could make up for. The last time they had sex was two weeks ago. Kise had started feeling ill that very day. And they hadn't had sex since. Even the occasional blowjob had become non-existent. And after their disastrous attempt at phone sex (Aomine spent the entire phone call listening to Kise empty his stomach totally killing the mood) there was no way Aomine was going through that again. So that had left him with only one option. And now that was wearing thin. It had been difficult on kise too. Both of them were highly sexual beings. They loved sex. Just like any normal average 17 year old male. And ever since they got together almost 1.5 years ago they had shared a very healthy sex life. Of course it wasn't all about the sex. But whether it was or wasn't, Aomine was reaching the end of his tether. If he didn't get laid soon...but of course those thoughts were (almost) shoved completely to one side once he had stared upon the clearly very sick person in front of him. The last thing he wanted to do was force Kise and make matters worse. His libido would have to wait.

The rest of the day passed somewhat successfully with Kise managing to keep everything down. Although after his 2nd box of noodles he started to feel queasy and suddenly found himself unable and unwilling to eat another morsel. So, much to Kise's delight Aomine (who had a big enough appetite for the both of them) ate the rest. Once Kise had started to feel better they played on the ps3, listened to music and just generally hung out. It was moments like this when it was just the two of them not doing anything in particular, just enjoying one another's company, that Kise liked the most. Of course the sex came a very very close second. Very close. But after all they had been through years prior, eventually leading to this very moment, Kise was just very grateful for having Aomine by his side. Where they were at now, he wouldn't change for the world.

The show they were watching on tv was coming to an end. Both boys were lying next to one another on Kise's bed. At some point halfway through Aomine felt Kise become heavier as he drifted off to sleep with his head resting on Aomine's lap. Not wanting to disturb him, Aomine had adjusted the duvet to keep Kise warm then carried on watching the show. Now it was over, he switched off the tv and looked at his snoozing boyfriend. For all his inner bitching about the lack of sexy time Aomine was very content just to watch Kise sleep, looking the most relaxed and peaceful Aomine had seen him looking all day. Since the rocky start of their relationship, the pair had become so comfortable with one another that moments like this were what Aomine treasured the most. Watching Kise's sleeping face, still unable to believe that Kise was his. And he was Kise's. It is true that the pair had had relationships in the past, but he himself had never allowed himself to be this intimate with anyone. Kise brought out something in Aomine that no one else had ever managed to bring out. Something he never knew existed. He wasn't too sure what the exact name for that something was but it was clear, that since he met Kise and certainly since they started going out, Aomine had changed. And he had changed for the better. To Aomine, Kise was his sun. And his world literally revolved around him.

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The sound of the front door opening and closing brought Aomine out of his reverie. He checked the time and realised it was already 9pm. He must have dozed off at some point. Not wanting to wake the blond gently snoozing on his lap, but also not wanting to give Kise's dad a possible stroke once he wondered down the stairs the next morning, Aomine slowly manoeuvred himself out of bed with Kise barely moving an inch. Once he'd tucked the blonde in and made sure he was comfortable he made his way downstairs.

Kise's dad was called Hiroshi and had just returned home from one of his early morning shifts at the power plant. His wife and Kise's mum had left when Kise was 11, leaving him and his dad to fend for themselves. The following few years had not been easy for either of them with Hiroshi and Kise working several jobs at once. However, someone at the bar where Kise used to work scouted him and one week later he found himself in his first ever photo gig. And it seemed that he was rather good at it. With the money appearing somewhat more frequently and far more generously, the Kise household soon started leaving the dark days behind them and with Horishi getting a good stable job as head of security at the local power station, thus lifting him from his state of depression, Kise finally felt like he had gotten his dad back. After that life became rapidly easier and far more enjoyable. Kise's grades were improving as was the relationship with his old man. His enjoyed his job, he was in a steady relationship, his grades were good as was his income and he got to play basketball every day. It didn't get any better than that!

Aomine made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where he found Hiroshi putting the kettle on. He turned at the sound of someone approaching and smiled when he saw Aomine.

"Aomine-kun, hello"

"Hello Hiroshi-san. How was work?"

"oh you know, same old shit different day. Is Ryouta up?" Kise's dad raised his eyebrows and pointed his thumb to the ceiling.

"No he's sleeping. Kind of had a rough day."

"yeah he's been feeling quite bad for a while now. I feel bad cause I aint here for the kid. Especially after all he's done for me but work y'know?"

"Yeah he understands."

"I'm just glad you're here to look after him Aomine-kun. That boy doesn't like relying on others too much. Who could blame him? But I'm glad he ain't alone."

Aomine smiled. He still couldn't believe how accepting Kise's father had been after his son came out to him almost two years ago. Like all parents his main concern was whether Kise was too young to have any kind of relationship no matter what the sex of his partner was. He had never greatly approved of all his past 'flings',though none of them tended to last very long. But like any decent parent, Kise's happiness was what mattered most. And Aomine made Kise happy. Well he did now anyway. Aomine certainly wasn't Hiroshi's favourite person at the start of their relationship but now all seems to have been forgiven. Aomine just wished the same could be said for his family. If Kise's dad was a mans man who liked to drink beer with the guys and watch the rugby every Saturday, then Aomine's mum was a womans woman. She liked to gossip and her social standing was the most important thing in her life. She also wanted Kise Ryouta's head on a pike. Daiki was her precious baby boy and how dare any man taint him. Of course Aomine had never brought anyone home before, but once one of his mothers' busy body friends had told her how so and so's nieces' cousin's best friend's sister had spotted Aomine on Liberty Walk with a small light blue haired boy, his mother well and truly became a member of denial land. There was no way in hell that her baby boy would hang out on that streetwhere all those homosexuals took part in devious and disgraceful activities. And Aomine let her stay in the "my sons not gay" part of Denial Land along with all her other homophobic, bigoted friends. He had always considered himself bi and from an early age he had enjoyed engaging in said "devious" and "disgraceful" activities with members of both sexes. To him it was nothing more than biology. And pleasure. That was until Kise came along. And the day that Aomine happened to bring someone to his own home for the first time happened to be the day that his highly strung homophobic mother walked in on them in the middle of one of those gross homosexual things (that would be making out to any sane person). Almost two years later and even though Aomine's mum wasn't any closer to accepting or acknowledging Kise's existence there had been some progress. Kise for one was allowed in the house. But that was mainly due to the threats her baby boy had thrown at her involving his moving out and never speaking to her again if she didn't let Kise through the front door. Aomine's dad worked abroad and had been doing so for the past 6 months. Even though he didn't openly agree with the situation he rarely got involved. However, despite this progress, however slight, the boys spent most of their time together either on the outdoor basketball court in the park or at Kise's. Hiroshi only had one rule. That he was made aware when Aomine-kun was going to be staying over and that his mother knew, and that the boys were being safe. Ok that's pretty much three rules. And after the talk both boys had undergone when Hiroshi had departed the part of denial land that refused to believe that his son was having sex with another man, neither of them were going to forget the last rule for a very long time.

After a quick discussion about basketball and reassurance from Aomine that his mother knew where he was (not that she was best pleased), he bid Hiroshi a good night. As he re-entered the bedroom he found Kise curled up, facing the opposite direction to what Aomine had left him in. He smiled and went to the bathroom to change as he didn't want the rustling of clothes to disturb the blonde. When he climbed back into bed beside Kise, who was wearing the sweats he had changed into after their Chinese, the blonde instinctively turned round and nuzzled his face into Aomine's chest. Aomine wrapped his arm around Kise and began to stroke the top of his head. He felt Kise let out a subconscious sigh of relief. And moments later he too drifted off.