Warning: 'Shouju-ai' and 'Shounen-ai'. Innuendo and coarse language. As well as petting!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED Destiny or Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (which are owned by Sunrise/Bandai and Shirow Masamune respectively)

------------------------------

Violet eyes glowing in the semi-darkness, he kept up his pursuit following the black-haired adolescent. His handgun was out and he could hear the loping steps of the policeman behind him. –"Stellar! Can you hear me?"- They were both trapped in a maze of long alleyways; the stench of garbage creating a rather disgusting atmosphere. He heard several shots from a gun and he could feel the bullets grazing the air beside him leaving a trail of heat.

Tap…tap…tap…

Neon lights flashing in the distance…Dark walls, solid, tall - a helicopter skimmed low across the sky, the red lights blinking on its tail. He dashed down the alleyway, having lost sight of the red-eyed man, and instead, decided to lose the hunter on his tail in a more unconventional way.

"This better work." He dove to the side of a building and clipped his gun securely onto his belt. It's time to play the truth game.

-"Stellar…Stellar is behind the target."-

The man turned on his heels at a distance and pointed his gun into the shadows where Kira stood. "Come out with your hands up."

-"I'll try to join you shortly."- "No. Put your gun down. I believe I'm already sufficiently disarmed."

The policeman gritted his teeth, visible drops of sweat danced down his face as he gripped his gun tighter. "…Who do you work for? What exactly are you playing at?"

-"Aie, Stellar understands."-

"I am a part of Orb's secret security measures." Kira walked out slowly, eyes glancing at him, careful and calculated.

"…" There was a heavy silence as his enemy's eyes narrowed. He stood passively with his arms to the side while the stranger had his gun pointed threateningly at his head. The faint hiss and buzz of a communicator broke the air and they turned their attention to the voice through the radio. "…Athrun…the blond woman is fast approaching the harbor."

Kira gazed at Athrun, hearing that Stellar had already advanced. "So. They had the old fashion way of communicating to counter the cybernetic interference."

Athrun waved his weapon at Kira while picking up the radio, "Copy that. Luna, go and help Shinn."

-"Stellar be careful. Two officers are fast approaching your position."- spoke Kira through the comm. device.

"Right away, Captain."

-"Okay."- Noting the affirmative response, the brunet spoke quietly to Athrun clearly unimpressed by his inability to prioritize, "If you don't let me go, neither of us will catch him."

"And why should I trust you?" Athrun stood firmly rooted, eyes snapped back onto Kira with his hold on the gun unwavering. "How do I know you aren't lying?"

"And how would I know you won't shoot me? This will become an unending circle of questions if the only conversation we are capable of revolves around an idyllic ring." Kira sighed, "But if this would end our pointless talking, I can show you my ID." His hand went to his corset, reaching for the-

BANG!

Kira who ducked out of instinct glanced at Athrun's beet red face. "-Keep your hands down."

The brunet looked at his hand then back at Athrun then at his faux breasts, and back at the officer again. "Ohh…" Keeping neutral to the best of his ability, he wasn't able to stamp out the subtle blush while murmuring, "But my ID's in there."

Athrun approached him carefully, "You don't have to get it. We'll bring you back to the station and check your identification there."

"…Appears you have lost your calm a bit…" Kira put his hands up in a defensive stance. "I'm not going to the police station. If you want to capture me, I'll fight you."

He could tell that Athrun was caught off guard with the offer and before the officer could retort, Kira dashed forward and landed a punch across his face. Athrun fell heavily onto his side but he quickly regained momentum and rolled to the right when he spotted Kira's high-heeled boot about to land on top of him. The blue-haired officer got up without hesitating and shot a punch out at him, his fist impacting against the air as Kira drew away; the air shimmered with movement. The brunet dashed to his side, swiping at his legs, but Athrun pounced up and tackled him, gun pointed dangerously at his temple.

"Ehh-" With effort, Kira grabbed his wrist, pointing the weapon elsewhere. They struggled against each other and the trigger of the gun was pulled a few times into the air just as Kira progressed in pushed him away. "Not. Going. To be. That. Easy-!"

With a final lunge, the gun flew out of Athrun's hand and spun away to the side; Kira watched the gun move to a halt and, distracted, was promptly punched across the jaw. His head snapped to the side from the force and by instinct, his knee rammed into Athrun's side.

"…"Wiping the blood that was dripping off his chin, Kira ducked away from the follow-up blow to the other side of his face; with momentum and adrenaline, he grabbed the blunet's arms and threw him to the side of the alley.

There was a muffled groan from the other man, and Kira panted lightly, trying to catch his breath; at the same time, he walked towards him. Athrun recovered from his stupor and picked himself up from the rubbish; simultaneously, he picked up a trashcan and threw it at the young adult.

The brunet lifted his hands up in cover and the metallic object bruised his arms when it struck; however, he ignored the raw pain quickly enough to pounce on top of Athrun while he dashed towards the forgotten gun. Kira tackled him against the sullied walls and reached for the handcuffs that were tucked onto Athrun's belt, but of course, Athrun wasn't about to give in that easily. He was the hunter, not the hunted.

"Nice try," spoke Athrun through clenched teeth. He made a counter move that disarmed the hold Kira had on him; Kira lost his balance but managed to not fall by catching himself in a tumble. By then, Athrun was crouched over the dropped gun. The brunet backed off as Athrun got back on his feet, gun ready to fire. The young man tried disabling him, aiming for his legs, but Kira was able to escape and hide behind the alley corner.

-"Stellar, things might get messy on my end. I'll terminate the connection."-

-"Wait-! Kira-"- He cut her off before she got a chance to finish.

Teeth gritted, Kira waited for the blue-haired man to make an appearance; the shadows stirred and his senses were heightened to catch any and all disruptions in the environment. There was no sound of movement and he stood there uneasily, muscles tensed; he felt exposed…"Wait, was that-" He quickly side-stepped-

BANG!

He swore and glanced upwards while clutching his forearm, spotting the glinting barrel protruding over the roof of the building. He quickly avoided the blatant gun point as Athrun started firing multiple rounds; the bullets followed him as blazing shadows. Just as the firing stopped, Kira spotted the large garbage disposal box and jumped on top of the metallic structure. Through another set of jumps and acrobatics, he reached the roof of the dingy building but before he could get a good footing on the cement once he landed, another barrage of bullets made him duck away.

"Damn it…" The small trail of blood on his arm reached past his fingertips and the red liquid was dripping freely on to the ground. Kira thought quickly, scanning the new surroundings. There were several large fans and a door to his far right that probably led him inside the building they were on top of. Athrun was most likely hiding behind one of the spinning blades.

His frown deepened as he determinedly dove out of his hiding spot; bullets immediately rained on him, causing him to swerve away into the dark patches of shadow. The miniature windmill continued to spin even though he used the structure as a shield against the bullets that were hitting its steel frame. He calculated in his mind eye for the spot of projection so that he could drive him out and confront him face to face; he refused to resort to his own gun. At the exact moment Athrun's weapon stopped firing, Kira leapt out running towards the man recklessly unarmed. He spotted and tackled him onto the ground, grappling the gun out of his hand.

"Got it-"

However, that victory was short-lived as Athrun overpowered his grip and threw him off; the gun sailed through the air and plummeted off the building. Kira landed on his feet and came flying back towards him, his boot making contact with his enemy's side. Athrun lurched backwards but grabbed his foot, forcing Kira to lose balance and fall backwards. Athrun pinned his right leg painfully and placed his weight on top of him. They both respired heavily having exerted quite a bit in the spar.

"You're coming with me," panted the blue-haired officer, glancing down at his 'female' captive.

Kira grunted and tried to move away but only ended up scraping his skin. He calmly analyzed the situation; he was injured and caught in an uncompromising hold. His weapon was digging into his side, reminding him that he still had that option left, however, in order to even use the specialized gun, Athrun would have to let go, and it didn't look like he would anytime soon. He gazed at his hunter thoughtfully; the problem was most definitely Athrun.

"Well?" Athrun breathed down on him and his blood dripped from his chin, splattering onto Kira's face.

The brunet's mind started turning its gears, thinking back to how they had met and confronted one another. That was when he thought of an outrageous idea and he had to suppress the blush threatening to appear. He knew that Athrun was most definitely attracted to him physically given when he was reaching for his ID…

He gulped inaudibly, letting his lips curve into a slow, seductive smile; half-lidded violet eyes seemed to grin at Athrun as he breathed out softly, "If you want me to go with you, I will."

Even though his wrists were held tightly by him, he curled his fingers, letting them brush against the side of the other's hand. He scrunched his shoulders, letting his open shirt fall off and nestle against the crook of his arm; his collarbone flesh was exposed, beads of sweat dancing and glimmering on his skin. He mimicked Athrun, except his eyes were glazed over with lust, "Well?" He parted his lips, waiting for the blunet's reaction.

He wasn't surprised when Athrun's breath hitched and a healthy color rose in his cheeks. The young man demanded with an uncertain voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

Kira leaned upwards, brushing his lips on Athrun's teasingly, "What do you think I'm doing…?"

The blue-haired man's voice cracked; his ears were burning. "Well, you're-" At that exact moment when he was speaking, Kira arched his back to the best of his ability, letting his hip grind against Athrun's.

Kira felt the other's hold waver and he smiled sweetly, tossing his head back. Athrun stared down at him and spoke in an unnervingly calm manner, "That can count as sexual assault against an officer."

He feigned innocence, "I'm sexually assaulting you? It's more like you're harassing me, sitting on top of me like this." He squirmed haltingly, causing heated friction; he was actually enjoying teasing Athrun, watching him blush uncomfortably.

"Fuc-" started Athrun, turning redder.

Kira interrupted him, gazing at him illusively, "That's right, fuck me." As those dirty words left his mouth, his own cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

Athrun sputtered and let go of Kira's left wrist, using his right hand to cover the brunet's mouth; of course, he made sure he could breathe. "Shut. Up."

Wincing as the agitated male on top of him gripped his left wrist even harder, it was most notable now that Athrun must have had an enhancement done on his left arm; however, he didn't let that information faze him. Tentatively, he trailed his fingers up Athrun's thigh, shuddering inwardly at how much this action reminded him of his unfortunate encounter with Deb. He opened his mouth against the warm flesh of the officer's hand, licking the palm, tasting the sweat, while gazing through his eyelashes to study Athrun's reaction. The table was definitely turning since he knew that Athrun is torn between attacking and conceding.

"Stop that," glared the blunet, his faltering remark fueling Kira to continue suckling and biting his palm.

Kira rested his slim hand on his waist, gradually allowing his fingers to travel lower and deeper; the muscles were taunt as he roamed further, a clear sign of tension and perhaps…anxiety? In a motion to stop him, Kira found that his right hand was once again pinned onto the concrete ground, the left hand that covered his mouth removed.

"I'm warning you." Athrun hissed down at Kira, his intense gaze lingering on his face.

Apologizing inwardly, Kira used his strength to pull himself upwards, muscles straining. He managed to kiss him roughly, before falling on his back, wincing as the pain shot up his trapped leg. "This is awkward." He gave the officer a tired smile as he tried to move his right leg only to have it start cramping due to lack of blood.

The officer stared, a bit shocked; without really thinking, he partially removed his weight off the toned leg. The blood was hot underneath his skin and his mouth and throat was dry. All he could think about was how warm the body beneath him was and how much he desired to caress the fine skin…

Feeling the man's resistance falling, Kira disengaged Athrun's hands from his wrists and rested them on his thighs. He moved in, his heart beating against his chest. Breathing slowly against the parted lips, he gazed up into the green eyes knowing that they were watching his every movement, and with a brief hesitation, he kissed him.

By his body's own accord, he leaned in further, their hips pressed against each other; his hands reached and clasped with Athrun's hands, their fingers sliding together until they were linked. Kira paused his kissing, his lips hovering against the other's mouth. "Why do you still hesitate?"

But Athrun did not respond and Kira, knowing that the blue-haired man was torn between decisions, guided Athrun's hands onto his chest, letting them rest there. "Don't worry…" He pressed his lips across his jawline before trailing warm kisses down his neck. There was a distinct smell of lavender that lingered in the other man's clothing…

Athrun's honest eyes were flickering between self-revulsion and something akin to dread. "No! What am I doing?" He looked at his hands that were resting on the young 'woman's' breasts.

Kira glanced at him at the corner of his eyes and kissed his collarbone gently. "It's alright…" He buried his face against the strands of blue hair, feeling Athrun's hands moving towards his waist. "Nearly time to act. He's weakening…and confused."

Boldly, he teasingly trailed his fingers against the inside of his thighs, feeling the tender heat against his abdomen. He could tell from the taunt muscles that Athrun was restraining himself. With care, Kira kissed him deeply, trying to elicit a response from the young man…

…and it did. The officer kissed him back, his lips burning against his. He brushed his fingers across his cheek almost intimately, his other hand disappearing below Kira's line of sight. Athrun tilted his head away, and whispered almost inaudibly, "I'm sorry."

…He felt a jolting shock travel through his body that immediately numbed his senses. Everything was stilled as if time came to a halt – birds in mid-flight, neon signs searing his eyes with their bright intensity; he gazed into the piercing, green eyes before glancing at the weapon held loosely in his hand. Eyes widening, he recognized the stout gun; the strange warmth caused by the weapon infused his mind, chillingly hot as it sparked down his spine. A few more second passed, his body entwined with his. Athrun didn't move or make a sound against him…but time found and hit them full force - hit him full force. The world spun into a shadowy void of distorted images and sounds…

Black. Sizzle. Dead perception.

------------------------------

Shaking in damp sweat, Athrun disentangled himself from the beautiful siren and crawled a distance away. Just before the woman died in his arms, he saw a dusky light of purity and fear in her eyes, none of the desire and lust that was directed at him earlier.

Her eyes…Her hypnotic eyes.

"Did I make a mistake in killing her?"

Confusion was still present in his system, the action of drawing out the hidden gun and pulling the trigger was fresh on his mind. He could feel the convulsing heart pressed against his chest, the velvet lips brushing softly on the nape of his neck…

"Stop! Don't think about it…"

Athrun looked down at the gun. It wasn't any gun though; this stout gun is made to shoot out electrical pulses. At a distance, it could paralyze a person's nervous system and cause potential damage to their heart; however, their cyber brain is still accessible and could be interchanged into another body. At close range though…

He glanced at the young woman, her body still convulsing occasionally, and lowered his eyes out of partial guilt.

At close range, it would be instantaneous death for both humans of flesh and of machine.

------------------------------

End Part 2 of 3

Hrn, might make it 4 parts. We'll see how the events play out first…Ahem, yes, Athrun is quite deprived, non? Heh. Poor guy, if only he knew Kira was equally deprived. Haha.

Thank you for your valuable time readers.

Constructive criticism is definitely welcomed.

Spyrit