Silly drabble: Air Gear
Sorry, couldn't resist >XD
Author: me
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: SupiSano
Rating: I'd say PG-13, but let it be R, to be safe
Wordcount: 779
Warning: crack!
Summary: The two of them finally meet in the afterlife...
Kazu woke up from a sound of something falling. At first his sleep-dazed mind decided to ignore it, but when there was another sound, something hitting the wall beside his bed from the other side, he had no choice but to get up. Of course, it could be one of his team-mates, or a stray cat, but better be safe than sorry. With that thought, he dragged himself out of the bed, fished a pair of training ATs from under it, and went out of his room.
There was certainly something going on in the other room. As soon as Kazu exited his own, he heard a loud crash, and then a loud, unearthly moan. Kazu shivered. He didn't believe in ghosts or poltergeist, well, not exactly, but... it didn't sound like a live person. He crouched beside the door and listened.
"And that's for making me die again," a voice said, and Kazu felt the hairs on the nape of his neck stand from the steely, inhuman tone. A second later there was another crash and a pained groan.
"Are you satisfied yet?" another voice asked, strained, and it wasn't any more human than the first one.
"Not nearly, sensei," the first one answered, and then something very substantial hit the wall right beside the door Kazu was hiding behind.
There was something disturbingly familiar about these voices, like Kazu could recognise them, if they were more, well, human... but for the moment he couldn't put his finger on it. And so, he listened on. There was no point in charging inside now, he told himself -- whoever was there were having a fight, and it sounded personal, so interfering would do more harm than good. For Kazu himself, too.
The fight went on for quite some time, one person obviously beating the hell out of the other, and Kazu was sure that there wasn't a single piece of furniture intact in the room at this point. But then the sounds changed. For a while it was just eerily quiet, and then there was a quiet groan, followed by another one, in a different voice. The sounds were escalating, as if both fighters were in pain now, or rather suffering, because both voices were now raised, moaning with an occasional wordless shout.
Kazu couldn't take it anymore. He opened the door a crack, slowly, quietly, to peek inside. The room was dark, and just as he'd suspected, littered with splinters of what had once been furniture -- a table leg was sticking from the door of a built-in closet, that was barely standing, cracked in several places, a broken lamp in the middle of the room.... And there was eerie reddish glow from above and to the side. Kazu couldn't see the source clearly, hidden by the door, so he carefully stuck his head into the room. And went white as a sheet, his eyes bugging out.
There were Spitfire and Aeon, half-transparent and glowing, floating in the air, locked in a passionate kiss. Most of their clothes were off, heaps of glowing material flying in the air like jellyfish in the sea. From what Kazu could see, the only things that were still on the pair were Spitfire's coat, both their ATs, and Aeon's glasses. Kazu certainly didn't want to think how that was even possible.
Spitfire growled as Aeon flipped them over, biting the older man's (ghost's?) neck, and Aeon hummed in apparent triumph, before Spitfire locked a leg around his calves and flipped them over again.
"Now going to happen," Spitfire murmured with a smirk, and Aeon threw him a dirty glare.
Things got progressively more heated after that, both men fighting for dominance, biting, and squeezing, and using every dirty trick Kazu didn't want to know about, until finally Spitfire pressed Aeon against a wall, Aeon's legs around his midsection. Thankfully, the coat covered most of what was going on, but it was impossible to misinterpret the throaty groans and thrusts between the two. Kazu gulped. That was something he didn't want to see. Ever. But somehow it was impossible to tear his eyes off the pair. There was... something between them, something that, in retrospect, he should've seen when the both of them were still alive, and Kazu couldn't help smiling slightly, wishing that they would be able to take it to their next lives.
He crawled back out of the room, shutting the door quietly. Because, honestly, ghosts should need some privacy, too. And he'd seen a lot more than he cared to. Deciding not to plague his brain with all of it just yet, Kazu went back to his own room.
Author: me
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: SupiSano
Rating: I'd say PG-13, but let it be R, to be safe
Wordcount: 779
Warning: crack!
Summary: The two of them finally meet in the afterlife...
Kazu woke up from a sound of something falling. At first his sleep-dazed mind decided to ignore it, but when there was another sound, something hitting the wall beside his bed from the other side, he had no choice but to get up. Of course, it could be one of his team-mates, or a stray cat, but better be safe than sorry. With that thought, he dragged himself out of the bed, fished a pair of training ATs from under it, and went out of his room.
There was certainly something going on in the other room. As soon as Kazu exited his own, he heard a loud crash, and then a loud, unearthly moan. Kazu shivered. He didn't believe in ghosts or poltergeist, well, not exactly, but... it didn't sound like a live person. He crouched beside the door and listened.
"And that's for making me die again," a voice said, and Kazu felt the hairs on the nape of his neck stand from the steely, inhuman tone. A second later there was another crash and a pained groan.
"Are you satisfied yet?" another voice asked, strained, and it wasn't any more human than the first one.
"Not nearly, sensei," the first one answered, and then something very substantial hit the wall right beside the door Kazu was hiding behind.
There was something disturbingly familiar about these voices, like Kazu could recognise them, if they were more, well, human... but for the moment he couldn't put his finger on it. And so, he listened on. There was no point in charging inside now, he told himself -- whoever was there were having a fight, and it sounded personal, so interfering would do more harm than good. For Kazu himself, too.
The fight went on for quite some time, one person obviously beating the hell out of the other, and Kazu was sure that there wasn't a single piece of furniture intact in the room at this point. But then the sounds changed. For a while it was just eerily quiet, and then there was a quiet groan, followed by another one, in a different voice. The sounds were escalating, as if both fighters were in pain now, or rather suffering, because both voices were now raised, moaning with an occasional wordless shout.
Kazu couldn't take it anymore. He opened the door a crack, slowly, quietly, to peek inside. The room was dark, and just as he'd suspected, littered with splinters of what had once been furniture -- a table leg was sticking from the door of a built-in closet, that was barely standing, cracked in several places, a broken lamp in the middle of the room.... And there was eerie reddish glow from above and to the side. Kazu couldn't see the source clearly, hidden by the door, so he carefully stuck his head into the room. And went white as a sheet, his eyes bugging out.
There were Spitfire and Aeon, half-transparent and glowing, floating in the air, locked in a passionate kiss. Most of their clothes were off, heaps of glowing material flying in the air like jellyfish in the sea. From what Kazu could see, the only things that were still on the pair were Spitfire's coat, both their ATs, and Aeon's glasses. Kazu certainly didn't want to think how that was even possible.
Spitfire growled as Aeon flipped them over, biting the older man's (ghost's?) neck, and Aeon hummed in apparent triumph, before Spitfire locked a leg around his calves and flipped them over again.
"Now going to happen," Spitfire murmured with a smirk, and Aeon threw him a dirty glare.
Things got progressively more heated after that, both men fighting for dominance, biting, and squeezing, and using every dirty trick Kazu didn't want to know about, until finally Spitfire pressed Aeon against a wall, Aeon's legs around his midsection. Thankfully, the coat covered most of what was going on, but it was impossible to misinterpret the throaty groans and thrusts between the two. Kazu gulped. That was something he didn't want to see. Ever. But somehow it was impossible to tear his eyes off the pair. There was... something between them, something that, in retrospect, he should've seen when the both of them were still alive, and Kazu couldn't help smiling slightly, wishing that they would be able to take it to their next lives.
He crawled back out of the room, shutting the door quietly. Because, honestly, ghosts should need some privacy, too. And he'd seen a lot more than he cared to. Deciding not to plague his brain with all of it just yet, Kazu went back to his own room.