And... the end is here, people! This is the last chapter. But don't worry, there is a MidorimaXTakao fanfiction coming next that will be connected to this one. In short, it will tell their story. I will try to post the first chapter once I deem it's finished because right now I am adding and deleting parts of it...

Thank you all for reading this story! I hope everyone enjoyed and liked it. Because, honestly, I had a lot of fun writing it. Kise and Aomine are one of my favourite couple! Thanks for the reviews; they kept me motivated to write. Not to mention that they made me really happy. So... no matter how little I want to say this... here comes chapter seventeen; the last one.

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Chapter seventeen: Raindrops

It was raining. Small drops of water were falling down from the sky, creating the illusion that there was a curtain. Thanks God they had arrived before it started.

Midorima checked his phone again but there was no new message like he had expected. This was strange, he thought and frowned. He had been trying to get in touch with Takao ever since they took off from New York, but even now, after the plane had landed on Tokyo's airport, he wasn't able to reach his team mate.

"Is there something wrong, Shintaro?" Akashi asked and handed him Midorima's sack.

The green haired boy flipped his phone shut and shook his head, taking his luggage. He decided to put aside his thoughts. There was nothing to worry about. Takao was probably sleeping or something.

"No, no, everything is fine."

Akashi didn't believe it one bit but he shook it off and turned around to leave.

The rain was still falling when Midorima headed for the taxi that was waiting for him. His hand was gripping the phone in his pocket, waiting for a message that he didn't receive.

He was pacing back and forward in front of the gym, not really sure if he wanted to go in. Honestly, although he felt happy because he was back, there was a feeling of unsettling guilt that was keeping him from opening those doors. What if they didn't want to see him again? After all, he had abandoned them without saying a single word. Futhermore, he had ignored his senpai's texts and calls for more than two months.

The boy stopped his pacing for a second and ran a hand through his messy golden hair.

Well, Kasamatsu had shouted at him once the latter had managed to get in touch with him but the captain had also said that not only he but the whole team would be more than happy to welcome the blond idiot back.

That didn't mean that he was going to get away and Kise knew it. He gulped and bit his lower lip. God, he really needed Aomine right then.

I am an almost seventeen year old boy for fuck's sake. I don't need anyone to hold my hand.

He had gotten himself in this mess and he was going to fix it right then and there.

Taking a deep breath, Kise reached out his sweaty hand and grabbed the knob. He hesitated for a second but still cracked the door open. The practice that was going on inside stopped immediately and everyone shifted their attention to Kise, who was staning there, dressed in his worn out jeans and a T-shirt he had borrowed from Aomine since his was... well, unusable after the tanned boy had lost control the night before.

Kise felt his shoulders tensed, but tried his best to relax and put a happy smile on his face. A hand came up to scratch teh back of his head.

"Ano..." he started, feeling uneasy with everyone staring at him like he was an alien. "Well..."

He was interrupted when someone suddenly kicked him in the ass and Kise lost balance, falling to the ground rather ungracefully. He yelped and rubbed the sore part of his body, not really bothering to look up. He knew it was Kasamatsu.

"Senpai!" He whined and frowned. His ass hurt. Like his knee wasn't enough on its own.
"That wasn't necessary, you know..."

Kasamatsu crossed his arms, making sure that he was not going to strangle the blond in front of the whole team. His eyes were so cold that Kise had to shut his mouth.

"You!" he hissed and leaned down to stare at Kise. "You left without a word! Do you know how worried all of us were when you went to America and left us in the dark?!"

Kise swallowed his mouth suddenly dry. He blinked a few times, trying to brush away the guilt in his heart. The blond looked down to the floor.

"I am sorry." The blond muttered and closed his eyes for a second, trying to find it in his soul to look up. "I am really sorry."

Kasamatsu was confused. He had expected Kise to say that it was none of his business what the model was doing. Seeing the blond on the ground with his face hidden in the shadows of his golden locks, made Kasamatsu feel uneasy and guilty for treating Kise so rudely.

"No, it's okay," the captain heard himself saying as he knelt down in front of the blond boy. "You are back and that is all that matters."

Kise shook his head gently and looked at his senpai's face with dears in his eyes.

"I am an idiot," he muttered with his lower lip quivering. "I am sorry for being so selfish and leaving like this."

Moriyama stepped closer, interrupting the conversation between the two of them. All of the rest were watching, not daring to say something or even move.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was without you?" He asked slowly in an even tone.

Kasamatsu threw him a pointed look but said nothing. It was true. Without a small forward that was good enough to replace Kise, Kaijo had had a lot of trouble.

The model's eyes darkened and his fingers clenched into fists.

"I know," he said quietly with a sad expression. "Momoi-san gave me records of all of your matches while I was gone."

He had personally seen his team struggling to fill in the gap he had left.

Moriyama nodded, satisfied with the answer. Then he threw the ball he was holding at Kise. The only thing that saved the blond from being hit was his fast reaction.

The model blinked a few times, confused by his team mate's reaction.

The dark haired shooting guard turned his back on him without a word and walked away, scolding a few of his team mates who had decided it was more interesting to watch Kise that to train.

Kasamatsu smiled and stood up.

"Get up, idiot, "he muttered and offered a hand to Kise. "You must get back in shape for the Winter Cup. There is no time to slack off. Go get changed and then warm up. I am going to make sure you will be unable to walk after the training."

Kise gulped. Yeah, he was happy to be back.

Takao looked at the screen of his cell phone and sighed. Five missed calls from Shin-chan. His expression darkened and he tossed his phone to the side. Then the point guard curled into a ball on his bed and he closed his eyes, fighting back the tears that were suffocating him.

He hared his phone buzzing again but ignored it, squeezing his eyes.

When Kise was done with his practice three hours later, he was feeling like he was about to collapse. His knees were shaking, his fingers were sore. Thank God his injure leg wasn't aching.

The blond boy fell on the bench in the changing room and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his heart. He had forgotten how tiring Kaijo's practices were. Not to mention that the coach had made sure Kise would feel like dying after it was all over.

You have to get back in form, he had said.

Kise frowned and looked down at his bandaged knee. He wondered if it was going to be alright to keep on doing so much exercise. He had been following the doctor's instructions strictly and that seemed to be paying off for now but he could never be sure that his leg wouldn't betray him in the middle of a match. Besides, he hadn't tried going one on one with someone as strong as Kagami or even Aomine.

The model sighed and looked around, searching for his clothes. He spotted them on the bench in the other end of the room and decided to wait a little longer before changing. Kise lied down and stared at the ceiling. It was so quiet and peaceful that it relaxed him. Even the smell of sweat wasn't disgusting. No, it felt familiar. The only thing that wasn't there was the sound of his team mates' voices.

"Oi, aren't you going to get dressed?" a deep voice asked and Kise smiled without opening his eyes. His heart fluttered in his chest.

"Give me a break, Daiki, " he groaned and raised his hands over his head. "It was one hell of a practice."

The Touou's ace, who was standing next to the door, grinned as he watched his boyfriend's top ride up and reveal a patch of pale skin that he wanted to touch and kiss and caress… God, he could feel blood rushing down to his groin. Not to mention that he was feeling a little bit agitated since he had watched a part of the practice and it had annoyed him beyond believe the way that Kasamatsu guy seemed to be near Kise all the time. And the blond had looked like he was enjoying himself. Aomine licked his lips. He had to keep himself under control. He couldn't possibly take Kise right there when anyone could come in any moment now. Not when he was irritated.

"How is your leg doing?" he asked to distract himself and looked at Kise's knee that was neatly bandaged.

The blond popped one eye opened and turned his head to the side to see his boyfriend.

In the moment their eyes met, something changed. All of Aomine's determination to wait until they got to Kise's apartment disappeared.

"It's fine," the blond asked and lifted himself to a seating position. His pale fingers brushed against the bandages carefully as if they were exploring. A smile lighted his expression. "Don't worry about it."

Aomine nodded, unable to find it in himself to speak.

"Wait just for a second, will you? I am going to take a quick shower and then we can head back?"

Oblivious of Aomine's hungry gaze, Kise took off his top and reached for the towel in his locker. All his boyfriend could do was stare at the blond's back, watching as muscles were moving in a sensual dance. He was getting harder, damn it.

"Ryouta," he called in a low tone that made Kise freeze. He knew what was going to follow.

"Not here," he warned and gripped his towel. A part of him was screaming to let Aomine do all sorts of things with his body right there and right then, but another part, that was losing the battle, was telling him that they were at school and that they could be caught. "Wait an hour."

The Touou's ace had other intentions. He reached back and locked the door. The sound of clacking echoed so clearly that it made Kise shiver with anticipation.

"You just…" he stuttered and looked at his boyfriend over his shoulder. His honey eyes were shining. "You didn't…"

Aomine smirked and walked forward, taking his jacket off and dropping it to the ground. His patience was running out. Kise took a step back and his back hit the cold lockers. The model gulped when he saw the intense expression on the other's face. It wasn't unlike Aomine to attack him like this since the tanned boy seemed to be starving for Kise's body every second but to do in the locker room…

"I can't," Aomine mumbled and trapped Kise by putting both his hands on the sides of the blond's head. His head came to Kise's face and the tanned boy nuzzled his boyfriend's neck with his nose. The scent of sweat made him even more aroused. "Sorry, Ryouta, it has to be here," a pause followed during which Aomine kissed his jaw line. "Right now."

Kise threw his head back an moaned when his neck was bitten lightly, sending shivers down his body. Okay, it had been nearly a month since they had started going out and it was still hard for him to get used to the way his body was responding to Aomine's touch.

"You are unbelievable," Kise laughed and let the cloth in his hand fall down before he hugged his boyfriend and planted a hot kiss on his lips.

Aomine grinned into the kiss and used one of his hands to pull Kise closer by holding him by the wais while the other sunk itself in golden locks and tugged.

"Yeah, I know," he muttered against the model's lips once they broke apart. His eyes locked on Kise's and Aomine felt a wave of weakness wash over him. "I love you too."

The blond boy shook his head with a smile and pressed his lips gently to the side of Aomine's neck. Just below his ear.

"I love you too, Daiki," he whispered and closed his eyes. A hand was sliding up his half naked body, feeling every little dip of his back.

The gentle caress of his spine made Kise arch his back and groan at the feeling.

Aomine snapped. His patience disappeared and for the first time he wasn't able to find enough self restrain to keep him from going rough on Kise.

"Sorry, " he muttered before turning the blond around so that his back was facing Aomine. Kise gasped but didn't fight back as he felt his boyfriend yank the bottom of his uniform down along with his underwear. The model hissed when the cold air hit his naked half erected cock.

"Daiki…" he muttered and wiggled, trying to find some, any friction that could help him.

The dark skinned man pulled Kise back and made him fall down on his trebling knees. The model blinked in confusion. He had never been handled so rough. It was like Aomine was demanding and Kise had no right to decline. He felt dominated and the strangest part was that he didn't mind it.

A hand grabbed his cock and Kise nearly fell on the floor because of the pleasure that assaulted his mind. A soft groan left his lips and his eyes closed slowly. His mind went blank in a matter of seconds.

"You get excided really easy, you know that, right, Ryouta?" Aomine asked lowly in his ear, enjoying the way Kise's body trembled.

The model groaned and then whimpered as he felt the hold of his cock loosen. God, he needed it so badly, he needed to come more than he carved air.

"S-stop teasing me," he managed to choke out.

Aomine smirked again and leaned down, pressing his forehead against Kise's shoulder. He was also near the point of losing every sane part of his brain. The heat in his body was becoming too much to handle.

"Why?" he asked with wavering voice. "Are you this responsive to everyone?"

Kise shut his eyes tightly and pushed forward, eager to feel more friction.

"No," he whispered and looked at his lover with clouded eyes. "Only with you."

The tanned boy narrowed his eyes and bit Kise's neck roughly, leaving a mark.

"Say it again, " he demanded and licked the angry mark. "Say that I am the only one."

It was stupid and childish to be so insecure but he could erase the feeling of jealousy .

Kise inhaled sharply.

"You are the only one, Daiki, " he said brokenly and shuddered. "I love only you."

This was enough to make Aomine lose control over his body. He cursed softly and released Kise's cock in order to slide his hand to the crest between his ass cheeks.

"Sorry, I don't have lube or condoms," he said quietly and pushed a finger in slowly, making sure that Kise wasn't in pain. To his surprise, the blond gasped and this time his hands gave out, his upper body falling to the ground. Aomine blinked. He had managed to brush against his prostate in a second after inserting just a small part of his index finger.

Kise moaned, his eyes closed and his expression one of pure bliss.

He looked like a small kitten as he clenched his pale hands into fists and bit his lips to stop the soft mewling sounds coming out from his mouth.

Aomine licked his lips at the sight. His lover was already coming undone and even though the Touou's ace was being less gentle and considerate than usual, Kise wasn't complaining. In fact, it looked like he was enjoying every second.

By the time there were three fingers in his body that were slowly but surly working him open, Kise had lost any trace of coherence.

All he could do was moan, groan and mumble something that barely resembled words like "more" or even "please".

Aomine pulled back and took his fingers out. He quickly worked the fly and the zipper of his jeans opened and pushed them down along with his boxers just enough so that he could take his cock out. He was way past the point of caring about anything.

"Ryouta," he warned and put the tip to the other's ass. He leaned down and used both his hands to support his weight ad pushed forward.

He was met by tightness so warm that it felt like heaven. A groan escaped his lips the same time Kise's breath hitched and he flinched. Aomine stopped immediately.

The only sound in the room was the sound of Kise's hard breathing. He was trying his best to relax so that the pain would go away sooner, but it was getting him nowhere.

Aomine took one of his hands and leaned down to kiss him on the temple.

"Easy," he urged, sliding his lips to Kise's clenched eyes. "Relax, take your time."

The blond whimpered when he flinched again and the movement made the pain even worse. God, he still hadn't adjusted to having sex without any lubricant.

"Daiki," he called out lowly and gripped his hand, hoping that it would ease the ache. "H-hurts."

The tanned boy closed his eyes, regretting being so selfish. He had to wait another hour until they were at Kise's apartment, where they had lube but no… his fucking impatience was now causing his lover pain strong enough to make the model cry.

He kissed the tears away, every brush of his lips against Kise's skin was a silent apology.

"Sorry," he said again and tried to pull out, but Kise clenched his muscles and kept him in place.

"No," he whispered and cracked one of his eyes opened. "Finish this, don't stop."

Aomine was hesitant. He was torn between complying and refusing. He was so hungry to satisfy the aching need to feel Kise but seeing the blond writhe in pain was killing the mood.

"Please," he hear Kise whimper and pale hips started moving slowly, almost carefully.

Aomine let Kise find the right rhythm. He could still clearly see the other's discomfort, but something was changing with every new thrust. The soft groans of pain slowly turned into sweet moans of pleasure that made Aomine grip Kise's hand tightly.

"God…" the blond mumbled and pressed his head to the cool floor, panting heavily. "Move, please," he begged and nearly screamed when he brought Aomine's cock inside his body at the right angle. All traces of pain disappeared.

Aomine shifted his weight onto his knees and used his free hand to hold Kise's hip in a bruising grip. He stilled the blond's body and used his hips to move faster, harder, deeper, giving everything to his lover. His passion was met with equal abandon that left both of them panting and moaning, helpless in the face of the desire for the other.

"Damn it, fuck…" Aomine cursed and bit his lip. He was near his peak, too close for his liking.

I don't want this to end this way…

He released Kise's hand and shifted on his knees, using one of his hands to reach down and stroke Kise's member while the other gripped the base of his own cock, holding back his impending climax.

Kise's eyes shot opened and he nearly screamed when he felt his cock being taken care of while his ass was being stretched in the most delicious way.

"Daiki!" he shouted and buckled his hips forward.

A moment later Aomine felt Kise's body clench around his own and the model groaned, finally reaching his climax.

Once he had made sure that the blond was completely satisfied, Aomine released his cock and used both his hands to move Kise's body in the way he waned it to. Quick shallow thrusts that were putting pressure exactly where he needed.

It took him just a few seconds until he came inside Kise, biting down on his lower lips hard enough to make it bleed.

Both of them fell on the ground, unable to form a single word. They weren't sure how long it took before Aoimne finally managed to speak.

"God, are you okay?" he asked and sifted to the side of Kise's body. The model flinched when his lover pulled out but he decided to ignore the pain.

"Ah, I doubt I will be able to play tomorrow…" he muttered and covered his face with one of his hands after flipping on his back. His chest was still raising and falling quickly.

Aomine frowned and kissed his cheek.

"Sorry, I don't know why I lost control like this," he apologized and pulled Kise closer for a hug.

"It's okay," replied the blond and closed his eyes. He was too tired to move. "But you have to carry me back home, I am not sure I can stand on my own."

Aomine chuckled and allowed himself to close his eyes for a second. This was too good to be reality, but he didn't mind spending the rest of his days in dreams like this.

"I am happy that you waited for me, you know," he muttered after a while, stroking his lover's spine.

Kise only smiled and sighed. Yeah, he was happy too. He was happy that Kuroko had managed to manipulate both of them so good.

Maybe I have to treat him to a vanilla shake…

Two days later it was still raining. Midorima was starting to get agitated. The gloomy weather was getting to him and the absence of Takao was disturbing. The small forward had been skipping school ever since Midorima had gotten back and it was… well, annoying. To add up to that, the green haired boy and the rest of Shutoku's players didn't know where his team mate lived. The coach had said that Takao was taking a few days off due to sickness.

Like Midorima believed this shitty explanation.

The shooting guard threw the ball to the basket and for the first time in years, he missed. He watched as the ball hit the hoop and bounced away, not entering the ring.

Damn it, he was getting distracted thanks to that idiot.

The rain continued to fall outside, annoying the living hell out of Midorima who kept on practicing for another hour. Not a single time did he manage to get the ball in.

It kept on avoiding the hoop the same way Midorima was being avoided by Takao.

The end.

Coming next: A TakaoXMidorima fanfiction!