[Air Gear] - Sano/Kazu - Sometimes You're the Windshield
Title: Sometimes You're the Windshield
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Sano Yasuyoshi x Mikura Kazuma
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MORE BLOWJOBS AND SWEARING. Probably horribly OOC. Abuse of italics, commas, and run-on sentences, and misuse of hyphens. OH AND SPOILERS I GUESS? Not super srs ones though.
Theme/Dedication: Part two of oh-god-I'm-writing-a-series-what-is-this. For Celi and Chelo and Slush, mai A-T hunnies, and for Reili and Rach because they are yummy betafish.
Word Count: 1550
Nota Bene: Man, why am I doing this? I'm a crazy. These are the longest and porniest things I've ever written and I have no idea what to blame them on. Please don't try to make sense of the layout of the Noyamano apartmentflathousething. I don't understand it either. Title from a Mary Chapin Carpenter song because hahaha it's the first thing that came into my head and is also proof of how immature I am. PLZ TO BE POINTING OUT TYPOS AND OTHER STUPID.
It hasn't even been two days since the Aeon Clock set himself up as Ikki's personal ninja or... samurai retainer or whatever the fuck he is, and already Kazu wants the fruity motherfucker out of there. Yeah, okay, the rest of the guys think he's a creeper too, but no one seems to get how much Kazu hates him. He hates the way light gleams off his glasses like he's planning something, and he hates those smug, unruffled smiles. He hates the way Sano talks to Ikki - the way he watches Ikki when he thinks nobody's looking.
And what Kazu hates most is how he can't get the stupid bastard out of his head. 'Cause now, every freaking time he tries to rub one out, whatever chick he's thinking of turns into a smirky redhead and he ends up jerking off to the memory of fucking the Aeon Clock's mouth and wow, Kazu doesn't think that bodes well for his heterosexuality.
He feels like he owes Sano, and that just creeps him out even worse. The thought of that bastard having anything on him, being able to force Kazu into-
Fuck, he doesn't even want to think about it. It twists a little knot of fear inside him somewhere - or he thinks it's fear, anyway; sweet mother of Air Trek please don't let it be something else. And maybe it's that, maybe it's just some crazy impulse, maybe it's - oh, goddamn - maybe it's sexual frustration; he doesn't freaking know. But on the fourth day of Sano's "employment", whatever it is makes Kazu do something incredibly, colossally stupid.
Sano's sitting on the roof - hell if Kazu has any idea why he spends so much time up there, maybe he's just a freak like that. "Kazuma-san," he says, and he's wearing this infuriatingly chill smile that makes Kazu sort of want to punch him, "What can I do for you?"
"Shut up," Kazu says reflexively. He wants to tell Sano to cut the 'Kazuma-san' crap, but he knows that'll just make him do it even more. And if he doesn't just get this over with now he'll lose his nerve. "Just... just come with me, okay? And don't ask questions."
Sano looks vaguely confused. Good. Kazu grabs his wrist and drags him away, over to the fire escape and down to the street, and ten awkwardly silent minutes later, they're standing in an alley not five blocks from Ikki's house. Without giving Sano time to adjust, Kazu pins him against the wall.
"Stay there," Kazu says, and he's pretty damn sure he doesn't sound as authoritative as he wanted to, but Sano doesn't argue.
As he looks Sano over, trying to pretend his heart's not racing a mile a minute, it dawns on Kazu that he doesn't have a clue how he's supposed to do this. Now that this is actually happening, right here and right now, he's not nearly as sure of himself as he was fifteen minutes ago.
But hey, if Sano can do it, Kazu totally can. And better, probably. Way better. It didn't look that hard when he was on the receiving end, so how tough can the giving part be, right? He's got this. And so, steeling his resolve, Kazu drops to his knees and reaches for Sano's zipper.
The bastard's half-hard already, like he knew what was coming, and Kazu's a little bit tempted to ask if that's for him. Except he knows Sano will take it the wrong way, the creeper. Fuck, his dick looks a lot bigger up close, and suddenly he's not sure if he can fit the whole thing in his mouth. He can't help but wonder why anyone would seriously enjoy being on the not-receiving end of one of these.
But he's not gonna get it over with just sitting there looking at the damn thing. So Kazu leans forward and gives the redhead's cock an experimental lick, and hopes he doesn't look as nervous as he is.
And okay, maybe it doesn't really taste that bad. It just sort of tastes like skin, but... weirder, a little bitter and kind of salty and- oh, hell no. Kazu pulls his mouth away and shoots a venomous glare up at Sano, who doesn't even have the decency to hide his disappointment. "If you jizz in my mouth," Kazu says, "I swear I'll kill you." Sano's breathing is rough and uneven already, but he nods, and Kazu figures that's good enough. He eyes Sano's dick warily - it's a lot more than just half-hard now - for another moment, and then he takes a deep breath and just goes for it.
He can't even get that much of it in his mouth - it really is bigger than he'd thought - and it doesn't feel sexy or anything, it just feels weird. Kazu awkwardly tries to adjust to the weight of Sano's cock on his tongue - and ugh, that's not a phrase he thought he'd ever think. Hell, it's not a phrase that he'd ever want to think - and his teeth graze the skin lightly. Shit, he hadn't meant to do that, but then a shudder runs through Sano's body and he moans, long and low and slightly desperate and the sound sends a little jolt down Kazu's spine and straight to his dick, and he's kind of glad he did.
Except then Sano sort of rolls his hips forward and ow, ow, dick in places dick was never intended to be. Maybe freaks like the Aeon Clock can somehow pretend they don't have a gag reflex, but Kazu's not so lucky. His eyes water and he chokes and shoves at Sano, pulling back, turning away and coughing hard, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "What the fuck was that?!"
Sano opens his mouth to reply, but he really doesn't even need to say anything, because the look in his eyes is clearly and plaintively asking why Kazu felt the need to stop. Kazu growls and decides that killing him right now is starting to sound a lot more appealing than having to wait until later. To be perfectly honest, at this point he's kind of repulsed by the whole thing. But stopping now would mean he wussed out. And what kind of man is he, that he can't even give one stupid blowjob?
...Don't answer that.
Anyway. There is no way in hell he's just gonna give up, because Mikura Kazuma doesn't leave shit unfinished. Okay, let's try this again. He wraps one hand around the base of Sano's erection - that should keep the choking to a minimum from now on - and tentatively closes his lips around the head again, trying to be more careful of his teeth this time. Sano lets out another soft moan, and Kazu smirks inwardly. See, he knows what he's doing.
But man, this really isn't as easy as porn makes it look. Or as Sano makes it look. Kazu wonders vaguely who taught the bastard to suck cock and then sort of wishes he hadn't, because he's not sure he wants to know. He'd expected Sano to be as irritatingly calm as always, but apparently he was totally off the mark. Because after a few minutes, Sano gets loud - moaning, gasping, cursing under his breath, the whole nine yards. Kazu almost laughs; the Aeon Clock seriously sounds like some slutty AV chick. He's half expecting Sano to start begging him for it, all breathy and wanton and "motto, onegai", except that would be really kind of bizarre and sort of unsettling.
Oh, come on, isn't he finished yet? Kazu's jaw is aching, his throat's raw, he's so hard it hurts and he's not going to give Sano the satisfaction of knowing that. But it's not like he's doing a very good job of keeping it inconspicuous or anything, 'cause Sano isn't the only one moaning anymore. Kazu squirms, hips rocking slightly, and if he keeps this up maybe Sano won't notice if he just slips one hand down, just to have something to move against because he can't take it anymore.
But he doesn't get the chance, because now Sano's trembling, and he whimpers, high in his throat and that's all the warning Kazu needs. He tries to pull away but the fucker's still got his fingers tangled tight in Kazu's hair - the beanie's long gone - and he only manages to get his mouth off of Sano's cock before the bastard arches back and shoots all over Kazu's face.
Kazu stares up at the redhead. His eyes promise imminent, agonizing death.
"I didn't come in your mouth," Sano says, as calmly as he can manage, only his composure is kind of wrecked by how hard he's breathing. Before Kazu can inform him that this is just as bad if not worse, the bastard catches his arm and pulls him to his feet. He tilts Kazu's chin up with one finger, smiling slightly, and oh man, Kazu knows that can't be good.
And then the son of a bitch leans down and licks a splash of his own come (oh, what the fuck, that's disgusting) off Kazu's cheek, firmly establishing himself as the number one creepiest motherfucker in the universe.
Kazu elbows him hard in the stomach and runs like hell.
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Sano Yasuyoshi x Mikura Kazuma
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MORE BLOWJOBS AND SWEARING. Probably horribly OOC. Abuse of italics, commas, and run-on sentences, and misuse of hyphens. OH AND SPOILERS I GUESS? Not super srs ones though.
Theme/Dedication: Part two of oh-god-I'm-writing-a-series-what-is-this. For Celi and Chelo and Slush, mai A-T hunnies, and for Reili and Rach because they are yummy betafish.
Word Count: 1550
Nota Bene: Man, why am I doing this? I'm a crazy. These are the longest and porniest things I've ever written and I have no idea what to blame them on. Please don't try to make sense of the layout of the Noyamano apartmentflathousething. I don't understand it either. Title from a Mary Chapin Carpenter song because hahaha it's the first thing that came into my head and is also proof of how immature I am. PLZ TO BE POINTING OUT TYPOS AND OTHER STUPID.
It hasn't even been two days since the Aeon Clock set himself up as Ikki's personal ninja or... samurai retainer or whatever the fuck he is, and already Kazu wants the fruity motherfucker out of there. Yeah, okay, the rest of the guys think he's a creeper too, but no one seems to get how much Kazu hates him. He hates the way light gleams off his glasses like he's planning something, and he hates those smug, unruffled smiles. He hates the way Sano talks to Ikki - the way he watches Ikki when he thinks nobody's looking.
And what Kazu hates most is how he can't get the stupid bastard out of his head. 'Cause now, every freaking time he tries to rub one out, whatever chick he's thinking of turns into a smirky redhead and he ends up jerking off to the memory of fucking the Aeon Clock's mouth and wow, Kazu doesn't think that bodes well for his heterosexuality.
He feels like he owes Sano, and that just creeps him out even worse. The thought of that bastard having anything on him, being able to force Kazu into-
Fuck, he doesn't even want to think about it. It twists a little knot of fear inside him somewhere - or he thinks it's fear, anyway; sweet mother of Air Trek please don't let it be something else. And maybe it's that, maybe it's just some crazy impulse, maybe it's - oh, goddamn - maybe it's sexual frustration; he doesn't freaking know. But on the fourth day of Sano's "employment", whatever it is makes Kazu do something incredibly, colossally stupid.
Sano's sitting on the roof - hell if Kazu has any idea why he spends so much time up there, maybe he's just a freak like that. "Kazuma-san," he says, and he's wearing this infuriatingly chill smile that makes Kazu sort of want to punch him, "What can I do for you?"
"Shut up," Kazu says reflexively. He wants to tell Sano to cut the 'Kazuma-san' crap, but he knows that'll just make him do it even more. And if he doesn't just get this over with now he'll lose his nerve. "Just... just come with me, okay? And don't ask questions."
Sano looks vaguely confused. Good. Kazu grabs his wrist and drags him away, over to the fire escape and down to the street, and ten awkwardly silent minutes later, they're standing in an alley not five blocks from Ikki's house. Without giving Sano time to adjust, Kazu pins him against the wall.
"Stay there," Kazu says, and he's pretty damn sure he doesn't sound as authoritative as he wanted to, but Sano doesn't argue.
As he looks Sano over, trying to pretend his heart's not racing a mile a minute, it dawns on Kazu that he doesn't have a clue how he's supposed to do this. Now that this is actually happening, right here and right now, he's not nearly as sure of himself as he was fifteen minutes ago.
But hey, if Sano can do it, Kazu totally can. And better, probably. Way better. It didn't look that hard when he was on the receiving end, so how tough can the giving part be, right? He's got this. And so, steeling his resolve, Kazu drops to his knees and reaches for Sano's zipper.
The bastard's half-hard already, like he knew what was coming, and Kazu's a little bit tempted to ask if that's for him. Except he knows Sano will take it the wrong way, the creeper. Fuck, his dick looks a lot bigger up close, and suddenly he's not sure if he can fit the whole thing in his mouth. He can't help but wonder why anyone would seriously enjoy being on the not-receiving end of one of these.
But he's not gonna get it over with just sitting there looking at the damn thing. So Kazu leans forward and gives the redhead's cock an experimental lick, and hopes he doesn't look as nervous as he is.
And okay, maybe it doesn't really taste that bad. It just sort of tastes like skin, but... weirder, a little bitter and kind of salty and- oh, hell no. Kazu pulls his mouth away and shoots a venomous glare up at Sano, who doesn't even have the decency to hide his disappointment. "If you jizz in my mouth," Kazu says, "I swear I'll kill you." Sano's breathing is rough and uneven already, but he nods, and Kazu figures that's good enough. He eyes Sano's dick warily - it's a lot more than just half-hard now - for another moment, and then he takes a deep breath and just goes for it.
He can't even get that much of it in his mouth - it really is bigger than he'd thought - and it doesn't feel sexy or anything, it just feels weird. Kazu awkwardly tries to adjust to the weight of Sano's cock on his tongue - and ugh, that's not a phrase he thought he'd ever think. Hell, it's not a phrase that he'd ever want to think - and his teeth graze the skin lightly. Shit, he hadn't meant to do that, but then a shudder runs through Sano's body and he moans, long and low and slightly desperate and the sound sends a little jolt down Kazu's spine and straight to his dick, and he's kind of glad he did.
Except then Sano sort of rolls his hips forward and ow, ow, dick in places dick was never intended to be. Maybe freaks like the Aeon Clock can somehow pretend they don't have a gag reflex, but Kazu's not so lucky. His eyes water and he chokes and shoves at Sano, pulling back, turning away and coughing hard, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "What the fuck was that?!"
Sano opens his mouth to reply, but he really doesn't even need to say anything, because the look in his eyes is clearly and plaintively asking why Kazu felt the need to stop. Kazu growls and decides that killing him right now is starting to sound a lot more appealing than having to wait until later. To be perfectly honest, at this point he's kind of repulsed by the whole thing. But stopping now would mean he wussed out. And what kind of man is he, that he can't even give one stupid blowjob?
...Don't answer that.
Anyway. There is no way in hell he's just gonna give up, because Mikura Kazuma doesn't leave shit unfinished. Okay, let's try this again. He wraps one hand around the base of Sano's erection - that should keep the choking to a minimum from now on - and tentatively closes his lips around the head again, trying to be more careful of his teeth this time. Sano lets out another soft moan, and Kazu smirks inwardly. See, he knows what he's doing.
But man, this really isn't as easy as porn makes it look. Or as Sano makes it look. Kazu wonders vaguely who taught the bastard to suck cock and then sort of wishes he hadn't, because he's not sure he wants to know. He'd expected Sano to be as irritatingly calm as always, but apparently he was totally off the mark. Because after a few minutes, Sano gets loud - moaning, gasping, cursing under his breath, the whole nine yards. Kazu almost laughs; the Aeon Clock seriously sounds like some slutty AV chick. He's half expecting Sano to start begging him for it, all breathy and wanton and "motto, onegai", except that would be really kind of bizarre and sort of unsettling.
Oh, come on, isn't he finished yet? Kazu's jaw is aching, his throat's raw, he's so hard it hurts and he's not going to give Sano the satisfaction of knowing that. But it's not like he's doing a very good job of keeping it inconspicuous or anything, 'cause Sano isn't the only one moaning anymore. Kazu squirms, hips rocking slightly, and if he keeps this up maybe Sano won't notice if he just slips one hand down, just to have something to move against because he can't take it anymore.
But he doesn't get the chance, because now Sano's trembling, and he whimpers, high in his throat and that's all the warning Kazu needs. He tries to pull away but the fucker's still got his fingers tangled tight in Kazu's hair - the beanie's long gone - and he only manages to get his mouth off of Sano's cock before the bastard arches back and shoots all over Kazu's face.
Kazu stares up at the redhead. His eyes promise imminent, agonizing death.
"I didn't come in your mouth," Sano says, as calmly as he can manage, only his composure is kind of wrecked by how hard he's breathing. Before Kazu can inform him that this is just as bad if not worse, the bastard catches his arm and pulls him to his feet. He tilts Kazu's chin up with one finger, smiling slightly, and oh man, Kazu knows that can't be good.
And then the son of a bitch leans down and licks a splash of his own come (oh, what the fuck, that's disgusting) off Kazu's cheek, firmly establishing himself as the number one creepiest motherfucker in the universe.
Kazu elbows him hard in the stomach and runs like hell.