Air Gear
Pairing: Ikkazu, a little Sanzu
Rating: ehh... Pg I guess
A/N: I just can't help myself, guys. I'm so bored! I hope you catch what happens at the end. I dunno if its confusing or not.
Folly and Sin's next chapter is all written up. The latest chapter has over 100 hits, 11 alerts and 7 favs. So why only 3 reviews ? (
Anyway, hope you enjoy this.
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Right On The Money
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Ikki had tried hard to ignore it at first, as hard as that was. He hummed a nameless tune to himself, turned the television up, even tried to dive into a magazine that was sitting on the couch. But nothing he did could fully tune out the voices he heard behind him, in the kitchen.
If he turned around, he would see them. But he didn't want to.
"There's no way!" he heard Kazu growl. "I bet you can't!"
"I can" came Iron Clock, calm as ever. "And it'll be easy."
"On the first try?"
"Of course. It's all a matter of knowing how your target thinks."
"If you're so confident, then prove it!"
"Very well."
Ikki groaned softly to himself. What the hell were they up to now? All they ever did was bicker and fight like cats and dogs. The house was big, the whole town was big, so why did they always end up finding each other and fighting like an annoying old couple? The crow sighed heavily. Then..
"A-AH! Wh-what the hell are you DOING, you damn pervert!?" the blonde shouted, voice a little higher pitched that usual. Ikki tensed, eyes shifting back and forth. Iron was a perv, but would he really…?
"Shh, I'm showing you…" Iron purred.
Ikki could heard Kazu's breath hitch, and then a short yelp, and maybe a small, resistant moan. The blonde boy was mumbling for the older man to stop, that his hands were cold and that he didn't want this, but Iron continued, and the sounds didn't stop.
He had to force himself, but Ikki turned around, one arm flinging over the couch and face already twisted into horror before he even saw them.
Iron had Kazu pinned to the kitchen wall, both of his tiny wrists held over his head by one of Iron's large hands. His free hand was up under the blonde's shirt and teasing his skin, making Kazu turn a bright red and spilling curses faster than a leaky faucet.
"Let me go you asshole! Knock it off! Fuck!"
But Iron did not, and briefly Ikki wondered if Iron knew of his presence or not. What a horn dog.
The brunette brought his head closer to the struggling jet, pressing his lips against the nape of his neck and planting chaste kisses. Kazu writhed a little harder, whining and seething about how much he hated the older boy. Iron's hand drifted over his chest, around his navel and to the hem of his pants. Kazu gasped and it was all Ikki could take.
He stood up quickly and scrambled over to the scene, grabbing at Iron's clothes and ripping him away. Kazu fell to the floor with the sudden shift in weight and quickly picked himself up. Ikki took a fistful of Iron's shirt and held tightly.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing!?" Ikki barked, eyes glowing. Couldn't the idiot see Kazu wasn't interested? Hell, maybe that's what got him off.
Iron just smiled and tried not to chuckle, only enraging the crow further. Ikki gave a mighty push to the Iron Clock and then took a hold of Kazu's shirt, dragging the boy up the stairs and into his room before Iron could get a word in, where he threw Kazu violently onto the bed.
"Ikki, what…?"
"Damn that old perverted bastard," Ikki grumbled loudly, not really answering Kazu's question but muttering to himself. Damn him. Turning me on. Making me want you... Ikki shed his coat and his shirt and hopped onto the bed, hovering over Kazu.
Kazu gulped. Well he'd be damned – it looks like Iron was right. However, this was probably the first time he actually enjoyed losing a bet.