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Title: Warmth
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Ikki/Akito
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 658
"You should've let that last one go." He doesn't even bother to look at you as he says this, focusing instead on the brightening horizon and the sedentary buildings hunched over it. "It's not our job to kill people. We deal in territory and information." He pauses, and continues, almost imperturbable in his ideals, "Not in death."
The stoop is warm under your ass and through your jeans. His gaze finally lands on you and spreads pretty much the same way as the heat of the floor, a pervasive warmth that settles on your scalp. It is at first, unbelievably intense, willing you to say something in reply. You wait until it's a barely bearable awareness at your side and finally until he turns away, ashamed to be glaring so long that it's staring.
"Listen to me you idiot. Oi, Akito!"
You shove him even before you know he's going to sling his arm around you, clear to his own side of the step. He falls on his own ass, all arms and lanky twenty year-old body.
"I'm Agito. I told you. You'll see Akito later, you stupid crow." The rebuke is listless as you notice that your gear is dirty with all that grit and human streaked on it. He watches you try to rub it off with your thumb, just your thumb sliding and sticking on the top of the skate. And he sits beside you, as if you were friends. Maybe you were, and once upon his time, maybe you still are now.
And this time the arm's around you faster than you care to react. His fingers stop right over your eye patch, the very patch that you can't bring yourself to remove in the recent muggy weather or in the light of all that's happened. You tense, your eyes blinking furiously under the white gauze and the gentle rest of his palm over your uncovered eye.
"Step off, Crow." You shudder even as you say this as his smaller fingers brush over the now trembling line of your upper lip. "Think of how pissed Ringo-chan would be if I killed you." He presses both fingers further down, hand splayed over your face. He is barely moving otherwise, body held in rigid attention to your own. You can't help the proximity or yourself.
You take one finger into your mouth and then another, sensing with the tip and dip of your tongue that he's trembling as well. You bite the pad of the first deliberately, just to steady him, and just as deliberately, let both go with a hollow suck of your mouth. Your saliva is warm across your face.
"You don't even need this anymore." His voice his rough even as he slides the eye patch across your face. The white material scrapes gently on your skin and then ghosts over your nose to land neatly over your other eye.
There is a sudden breath of anticipation and you both seem to expect that the change could still take place. And as you lean into his arms and under his chin, you wish that it could, half-expect the nagging pain to empty out of your heart with the flick of the patch. But there is nothing different, even the damn smile on his face.
You never expected the silence under your skin to last this long. And though you know you shouldn't cry, you can't help but do so, and you both know he shouldn't kiss you, but he still does. He kisses you with savage small bites that sear your mouth and go a long way towards cauterizing the wound in your soul where Agito used to be.
The sun finally slides into place even as he slips the eye patch completely off your face. The sky is a clear blue, and you can see that now. He calls you by your name, and this time, you'll allow him to be right.
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Ikki/Akito
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 658
"You should've let that last one go." He doesn't even bother to look at you as he says this, focusing instead on the brightening horizon and the sedentary buildings hunched over it. "It's not our job to kill people. We deal in territory and information." He pauses, and continues, almost imperturbable in his ideals, "Not in death."
The stoop is warm under your ass and through your jeans. His gaze finally lands on you and spreads pretty much the same way as the heat of the floor, a pervasive warmth that settles on your scalp. It is at first, unbelievably intense, willing you to say something in reply. You wait until it's a barely bearable awareness at your side and finally until he turns away, ashamed to be glaring so long that it's staring.
"Listen to me you idiot. Oi, Akito!"
You shove him even before you know he's going to sling his arm around you, clear to his own side of the step. He falls on his own ass, all arms and lanky twenty year-old body.
"I'm Agito. I told you. You'll see Akito later, you stupid crow." The rebuke is listless as you notice that your gear is dirty with all that grit and human streaked on it. He watches you try to rub it off with your thumb, just your thumb sliding and sticking on the top of the skate. And he sits beside you, as if you were friends. Maybe you were, and once upon his time, maybe you still are now.
And this time the arm's around you faster than you care to react. His fingers stop right over your eye patch, the very patch that you can't bring yourself to remove in the recent muggy weather or in the light of all that's happened. You tense, your eyes blinking furiously under the white gauze and the gentle rest of his palm over your uncovered eye.
"Step off, Crow." You shudder even as you say this as his smaller fingers brush over the now trembling line of your upper lip. "Think of how pissed Ringo-chan would be if I killed you." He presses both fingers further down, hand splayed over your face. He is barely moving otherwise, body held in rigid attention to your own. You can't help the proximity or yourself.
You take one finger into your mouth and then another, sensing with the tip and dip of your tongue that he's trembling as well. You bite the pad of the first deliberately, just to steady him, and just as deliberately, let both go with a hollow suck of your mouth. Your saliva is warm across your face.
"You don't even need this anymore." His voice his rough even as he slides the eye patch across your face. The white material scrapes gently on your skin and then ghosts over your nose to land neatly over your other eye.
There is a sudden breath of anticipation and you both seem to expect that the change could still take place. And as you lean into his arms and under his chin, you wish that it could, half-expect the nagging pain to empty out of your heart with the flick of the patch. But there is nothing different, even the damn smile on his face.
You never expected the silence under your skin to last this long. And though you know you shouldn't cry, you can't help but do so, and you both know he shouldn't kiss you, but he still does. He kisses you with savage small bites that sear your mouth and go a long way towards cauterizing the wound in your soul where Agito used to be.
The sun finally slides into place even as he slips the eye patch completely off your face. The sky is a clear blue, and you can see that now. He calls you by your name, and this time, you'll allow him to be right.