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Title: Airgear Drabbles
Fandom: Airgear
Genre: Pron, general
Characters/Pairing: Ikki/Kazu
Girls were great; there was no mistaking that. They were supple, they were curvy and they were hot, with tits and hips and asses and everything. Yes, girls were great to lust after, kiss, harass, and generally sneak a peak at when faced with the oppertunity.
But when Kazu kissed him, it was like the walls could crash down around his ears, and fuck if he would care. When Kazu grabbed his collar, shoved him against the shoe lockers with the dying sunlight slapped lazily on the ground, red and orange, and they accidentally stepped on each other's toes in their eagerness, and Kazu nipped his bottom lip and shoved his hand up his shirt and his hands were hot just like his, he knew there was something different from this and the occasional grope he passed at Ringo.
They would slip into a classroom sometimes, an empty one of course, and Kazu -he was actually pretty aggressive, but it was secretly Ikki's greatest turn-on- would tangle his fingers in Ikki's hair with one hand and shove the other into his pants and TOUCH him and God, God, God, there was something happening that was so fast and it was strange and maybe even a little nerve-wracking, but not wanting it to stop was something more than just Ikki's ego and taste for the thrill of adventure. He'd return the favor, sometimes, if he could wrestle his sanity together long enough, and they'd breathe, pant, moan, gasp together, Kazu sitting half-way up on the teacher's desk, his leg curling around Ikki's, heel against his calf, and his hat tossed off somewhere near the door because damn it all Ikki was going to see his face.
Ikki's palm was in the middle of sliding down the side of Kazu's face and was just over his ear when he came, so he just grabbed that -along with a bit of hair- and lurched forward to kiss Kazu so that his groan would be a least a little muffled, and his other hand was hot and wet and Kazu's nails were digging into his shoulder, one under his shirt and one over it. Kazu liked sticking his hands up Ikki's shirt, and Ikki sure as hell didn't mind. One of these days he'd just fuck it and take it off, though.
They recovered together, too, just like they'd come together, and sometimes Kazu would laugh and then Ikki would have to laugh too, because Kazu just sounded...well, cute, like that. Their sweat would mix on their foreheads, and Kazu would reach into his pocket and pull out a sweat towel he kept specifically for these occasions, and they'd clean up and straighten up and attempt to not look freshly fucked (despite the fact that no actual fucking went on).
It was different, with Kazu.
Usually, it was only during those excursions, those tense, hot, perspiring moments that they'd kiss, show affection, whisper, touch, hold each other, and then it was back to the monotone, just as they always were; a little closer than best friends, but only to those who really, really watched, and so far no one had noticed. Ikki used to beat Kazu up, after all, and they were all very physical boys; one extra brush here and there didn't really elicit any scrutiny. Any extra touch was most often followed up by a punch and then a mock-brawl, besides. It was fun, too.
Until one day they touched. Something sparked; they were sitting up upon the roof, with Onigiri, Emiri, Yayoi, Ringo, Buccha and Akito -the usual crew- when Ikki tensed and felt that if he didn't touch Kazu right that instant, that he would never be able to touch him again. So, as discreetly as he could, he acted as if he were stretching and brushed his knuckles against Kazu's. Just as their skin touched, Ikki felt a shift in the atmosphere around them, and Kazu glanced at him out of the corner of his fucking blue eyes.
Hindsight informed Ikki that there were several factors that led to the incident; they hadn't been able to secure any alone time together in quite a while, and jacking yourself off just didn't have the same appeal. Besides that, Kazu was looking extremely kissable, with his hat off and his fucking foreign-boy features in the sunlight and the wind lifting and tossing his hair like it belonged to the sky rather than Ikki. There was a cut on his jaw, just below his ear, and a bruise at the corner of his mouth, probably from a little fight a few days ago. Occasionally Kazu'd get into scuffles in his endeavor to be Mr. Chivalry, and Ikki couldn't help but think that Kazu was fucking hot when throwing a punch.
So when Kazu looked at him with that, "I know, but wait," expression, with that cut, that bruise, that hair, that skin and those damn eyes Ikki knew it wasn't going to happen. He shoved his bento to the side, not caring that the food he'd been waiting for since morning was now on the roof, inedible and filthy, and was far too busy tasting the inside of Kazu's mouth to notice that it was so silent a dropped pin would have echoed with the power of a sonic boom. He paused for a breath and then plowed onward, worried when he didn't receive a physical response from Kazu, but not really giving a shit since he needed this and he needed it now, and was that his imagination or did Kazu taste especially good today?
A hand slipped under his shirt, and Ikki chuckled into Kazu's mouth. Victory.
They used Kazu's house for a damn good reason. Fuck renovations. Ikki hated renovations, Kazu's sister, fire, stoves and whatever the hell fuck else decided to interfere in his already dismal sex life. It figured that Kazu was far too reserved to get a hotel room somewhere, despite the fact that he could easily have gotten the money from his sister in the form of cash, as she seemed to approve of their activities. No credit card bill back to Mom and Dad letting them know that their soon-to-be sixteen-year-old son was fucking around in love motels downtown.
Damn damn damn damn damn. Damn it!
"Kazu-" Ikki started again, knowing it was futile, but whining all the same.
"Fuck you, man," Kazu mumbled around his rice, stuffing a mouthful of ramen into his mouth with his chopsticks and chomping noisily.
"I wish you would!" Ikki shouted.
"Ugh, can't you two take your bitchfest somewhere else?" Onigiri complained; he didn't have a problem with what they did, but hearing about their sexual exploits -which Ikki used as blackmail to gain his cooperation at times- was not exactly high on his list of desires.
"There is no bitchfest, because Ikki's gonna fucking drop it," Kazu snapped, and finished his portion, pushing away his bowl. The boy didn't eat nearly enough, in Ikki's opinion, and he iterated this by angrily eying his bowl. Kazu sighed, accepted the already-offered bowl of seconds from Onigiri's father (he was accustomed to Ikki's temper regarding Kazu's eating habits) and reluctantly dug in. "If you shut up."
"For now." Ikki decided that winning another battle was a fine trade-off, at least. He gulped the last of his soda and crunched the can, hurling it towards the trash receptacle in the corner and crowing triumphantly as it made it in.
Supper continued in silence, until Kazu jumped, squeaked and, glowering at Ikki, slumped low to kick viciously at Ikki's chair with his long legs, sending the brunette sprawling onto his back with a loud -crack- from his skull meeting the floor. "Ikki! Knock it the fuck off! I'm not your fucking blow up doll!"
"I'd get more action from one!" Ikki stood and righted his chair, rubbing the back of his head and looming over his lover. "If you don't wanna fuck anymore, then maybe you should just tell me instead of playing hard to get!"
"I'm not playing! I'm just not going to some sleazy hotel downtown just so you can get something better than beating your meat in the bathtub!" Kazu shoved his barely-touched ramen away and stormed from the table.
"Shit!" Ikki shouted, kicking his chair and sending it sailing into a nearby wall. After apologizing profusely to Onigiri's father under threat of a butcher's knife, and acknowledging that yes, he knew that was coming out of his check, Ikki shoved his hands into his pockets and made for his house, snarling under his breath.
"What crawled up your ass?" Mikan snapped when Ikki nearly kicked down the front door entering their ragged home.
"Kazu won't fuck with me anymore!" he shouted, rather straight-forwardly, and stomped to his room before slamming his door shut and throwing himself onto his bed with a muffled scream. After a few moments, despite the appealing nature of suffocating to death, Ikki resigned himself to dragging his body from his bed and stumbling over to the glass door leading to the balcony. His head rested against it with a despondent tink, and he sighed. "I hope he's not mad," he whispered.
Fandom: Airgear
Genre: Pron, general
Characters/Pairing: Ikki/Kazu
Girls were great; there was no mistaking that. They were supple, they were curvy and they were hot, with tits and hips and asses and everything. Yes, girls were great to lust after, kiss, harass, and generally sneak a peak at when faced with the oppertunity.
But when Kazu kissed him, it was like the walls could crash down around his ears, and fuck if he would care. When Kazu grabbed his collar, shoved him against the shoe lockers with the dying sunlight slapped lazily on the ground, red and orange, and they accidentally stepped on each other's toes in their eagerness, and Kazu nipped his bottom lip and shoved his hand up his shirt and his hands were hot just like his, he knew there was something different from this and the occasional grope he passed at Ringo.
They would slip into a classroom sometimes, an empty one of course, and Kazu -he was actually pretty aggressive, but it was secretly Ikki's greatest turn-on- would tangle his fingers in Ikki's hair with one hand and shove the other into his pants and TOUCH him and God, God, God, there was something happening that was so fast and it was strange and maybe even a little nerve-wracking, but not wanting it to stop was something more than just Ikki's ego and taste for the thrill of adventure. He'd return the favor, sometimes, if he could wrestle his sanity together long enough, and they'd breathe, pant, moan, gasp together, Kazu sitting half-way up on the teacher's desk, his leg curling around Ikki's, heel against his calf, and his hat tossed off somewhere near the door because damn it all Ikki was going to see his face.
Ikki's palm was in the middle of sliding down the side of Kazu's face and was just over his ear when he came, so he just grabbed that -along with a bit of hair- and lurched forward to kiss Kazu so that his groan would be a least a little muffled, and his other hand was hot and wet and Kazu's nails were digging into his shoulder, one under his shirt and one over it. Kazu liked sticking his hands up Ikki's shirt, and Ikki sure as hell didn't mind. One of these days he'd just fuck it and take it off, though.
They recovered together, too, just like they'd come together, and sometimes Kazu would laugh and then Ikki would have to laugh too, because Kazu just sounded...well, cute, like that. Their sweat would mix on their foreheads, and Kazu would reach into his pocket and pull out a sweat towel he kept specifically for these occasions, and they'd clean up and straighten up and attempt to not look freshly fucked (despite the fact that no actual fucking went on).
It was different, with Kazu.
Usually, it was only during those excursions, those tense, hot, perspiring moments that they'd kiss, show affection, whisper, touch, hold each other, and then it was back to the monotone, just as they always were; a little closer than best friends, but only to those who really, really watched, and so far no one had noticed. Ikki used to beat Kazu up, after all, and they were all very physical boys; one extra brush here and there didn't really elicit any scrutiny. Any extra touch was most often followed up by a punch and then a mock-brawl, besides. It was fun, too.
Until one day they touched. Something sparked; they were sitting up upon the roof, with Onigiri, Emiri, Yayoi, Ringo, Buccha and Akito -the usual crew- when Ikki tensed and felt that if he didn't touch Kazu right that instant, that he would never be able to touch him again. So, as discreetly as he could, he acted as if he were stretching and brushed his knuckles against Kazu's. Just as their skin touched, Ikki felt a shift in the atmosphere around them, and Kazu glanced at him out of the corner of his fucking blue eyes.
Hindsight informed Ikki that there were several factors that led to the incident; they hadn't been able to secure any alone time together in quite a while, and jacking yourself off just didn't have the same appeal. Besides that, Kazu was looking extremely kissable, with his hat off and his fucking foreign-boy features in the sunlight and the wind lifting and tossing his hair like it belonged to the sky rather than Ikki. There was a cut on his jaw, just below his ear, and a bruise at the corner of his mouth, probably from a little fight a few days ago. Occasionally Kazu'd get into scuffles in his endeavor to be Mr. Chivalry, and Ikki couldn't help but think that Kazu was fucking hot when throwing a punch.
So when Kazu looked at him with that, "I know, but wait," expression, with that cut, that bruise, that hair, that skin and those damn eyes Ikki knew it wasn't going to happen. He shoved his bento to the side, not caring that the food he'd been waiting for since morning was now on the roof, inedible and filthy, and was far too busy tasting the inside of Kazu's mouth to notice that it was so silent a dropped pin would have echoed with the power of a sonic boom. He paused for a breath and then plowed onward, worried when he didn't receive a physical response from Kazu, but not really giving a shit since he needed this and he needed it now, and was that his imagination or did Kazu taste especially good today?
A hand slipped under his shirt, and Ikki chuckled into Kazu's mouth. Victory.
They used Kazu's house for a damn good reason. Fuck renovations. Ikki hated renovations, Kazu's sister, fire, stoves and whatever the hell fuck else decided to interfere in his already dismal sex life. It figured that Kazu was far too reserved to get a hotel room somewhere, despite the fact that he could easily have gotten the money from his sister in the form of cash, as she seemed to approve of their activities. No credit card bill back to Mom and Dad letting them know that their soon-to-be sixteen-year-old son was fucking around in love motels downtown.
Damn damn damn damn damn. Damn it!
"Kazu-" Ikki started again, knowing it was futile, but whining all the same.
"Fuck you, man," Kazu mumbled around his rice, stuffing a mouthful of ramen into his mouth with his chopsticks and chomping noisily.
"I wish you would!" Ikki shouted.
"Ugh, can't you two take your bitchfest somewhere else?" Onigiri complained; he didn't have a problem with what they did, but hearing about their sexual exploits -which Ikki used as blackmail to gain his cooperation at times- was not exactly high on his list of desires.
"There is no bitchfest, because Ikki's gonna fucking drop it," Kazu snapped, and finished his portion, pushing away his bowl. The boy didn't eat nearly enough, in Ikki's opinion, and he iterated this by angrily eying his bowl. Kazu sighed, accepted the already-offered bowl of seconds from Onigiri's father (he was accustomed to Ikki's temper regarding Kazu's eating habits) and reluctantly dug in. "If you shut up."
"For now." Ikki decided that winning another battle was a fine trade-off, at least. He gulped the last of his soda and crunched the can, hurling it towards the trash receptacle in the corner and crowing triumphantly as it made it in.
Supper continued in silence, until Kazu jumped, squeaked and, glowering at Ikki, slumped low to kick viciously at Ikki's chair with his long legs, sending the brunette sprawling onto his back with a loud -crack- from his skull meeting the floor. "Ikki! Knock it the fuck off! I'm not your fucking blow up doll!"
"I'd get more action from one!" Ikki stood and righted his chair, rubbing the back of his head and looming over his lover. "If you don't wanna fuck anymore, then maybe you should just tell me instead of playing hard to get!"
"I'm not playing! I'm just not going to some sleazy hotel downtown just so you can get something better than beating your meat in the bathtub!" Kazu shoved his barely-touched ramen away and stormed from the table.
"Shit!" Ikki shouted, kicking his chair and sending it sailing into a nearby wall. After apologizing profusely to Onigiri's father under threat of a butcher's knife, and acknowledging that yes, he knew that was coming out of his check, Ikki shoved his hands into his pockets and made for his house, snarling under his breath.
"What crawled up your ass?" Mikan snapped when Ikki nearly kicked down the front door entering their ragged home.
"Kazu won't fuck with me anymore!" he shouted, rather straight-forwardly, and stomped to his room before slamming his door shut and throwing himself onto his bed with a muffled scream. After a few moments, despite the appealing nature of suffocating to death, Ikki resigned himself to dragging his body from his bed and stumbling over to the glass door leading to the balcony. His head rested against it with a despondent tink, and he sighed. "I hope he's not mad," he whispered.