The Monster Inside (AoKaga)

Training

Kagami trailed after Aomine in a daze. His mind was still in that room, replaying what had happened a few minutes ago. Now don't get him wrong, he'd had his fair share of sexual experiences before, like any hot-blooded male. The only thing was, they were all girls. He'd never in his eighteen years of life thought of guys in the sexual way. So when he'd walked in that room, locked eyes with Aomine who was in a compromising position and hadn't even noticed the woman –only saw tan, tan skin and dark blue bedroom eyes that radiated lust –to say he was a little freaked out would be the understatement of the century.

That his next thought had been, holy fucking shit he's hot, didn't help either. Then the bastard had trapped him against the wall and proceeded to –for lack of a better phrase, come onto him. It was like he knew what Kagami had thought. He couldn't have, right? But he could still picture it clearly in his head, the flush of desire as he was covered by Aomine's caramel skin, the eyes that shouted 'Let's fuck', the –shit why couldn't he stop thinking about it?

Thankfully he was shaken from those thoughts when his face came in contact with Aomine's back. "What the hell bastard? Why'd you stop?"

Snorting in amusement Aomine gestured for him to look around. "We're here dumbass."

Blushing he stepped back, "Oh." Kagami looked away and cleared his throat in embarrassment.

Aomine leered at him, "something on your mind Bakagami?" He rested his hand on his katana (a wooden one instead of his usual) as he slowly looked Kagami over, "or someone?" When he blushed further Aomine's smug grin grew.

"Shut up. Aren't you supposed to be training me Ahomine? Not like I expect to learn much from an aho like you."

"Tch. Knowing you I'll have to start from the basics." Aomine tossed him the extra wooden katana he'd brought along with him.

Right when he caught it he had to bring it up to block. That bastard was already trying to one up him. He scowled, "you could give me a heads up." Pushing against Aomine's sword to get him off balance he slashed upwards.

"I'm just getting you ready for the real thing," the other mocked. Aomine quickly bent to the side and faster than should be possible switched to offense. His change of pace was just crazy. That's what made his sword style so damn effective, not to mention fluid.

It was a series of quick attacks and dodging like his life depended on it after that. Aomine was pulling no punches this time, pouring all his frustration into each stroke of the wooden sword. And all the while looking like a graceful jackass, unlike Kagami (whose mind was still somewhat occupied, and trying very, very hard not to think about how those hands gripping the katana had been trapping him against a wall not long ago) whom was jumping around like crazy.

When Aomine raised a hand to his mouth to yawn Kagami's competitive spirit flared up instantly. "This is just a waste of my time and energy. At least make it a little bit fun." A smug smile flashed on his face when Kagami's attacks were more vigorous and unpredictable than before.

"I'll win this time konoyaro!" His anger clouded his mind and he let his instincts take over, so when Aomine swiped Kagami didn't think, he reacted. Blocking the overhead sweep he pushed the sword to the side so the tip was facing the ground before running his own katana back up to slash at Aomine's throat. Only Aomine's quick reflexes save him from the fast slice.

Kagami smirked, "getting a little slow there, Aomine."

"Tch." Unfortunately after that Kagami didn't get another chance like that. Though it made him happy –more than he'd like to admit, since it showed he was taking him more seriously. Aomine slowly pushed him further back with a flurry of nonstop assaults. All he could do was repel the attacks and occasionally take a very hard hit to the side or limb. But every time he got hit it wouldn't dissuade him from picking the sword back up and beginning again.