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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Air_Gear
  Relationship:
      Spitfire/Kazu
  Character:
      Spitfire, Mikura_Kazuma
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-15 Words: 2555
****** Burn Out ******
by Bootspy
Summary
     Hurry is necessary when there're lives and futures at stake.
Notes
     This is a story I wrote for a friend back in 2009, and it's my first
     fic in more ways than one. :'D
     This wouldn't be here today if not for the wonderful mayoral, who
     went through the horrible pile of grammar mistakes there was. She is
     the best beta, ubuu~ ;w;
     Takes place around chapter 162.
All in all, it was a desperate moment. There was no time to waste. If he took
too long, Sora or Kilik would be sure to follow, and all would be lost.
Spitfire had dropped Kazu to the ground in a quiet alley - the safest he could
manage at the time - behind a staircase and some garbage cans, after a
desperate dash for safety. He took away the boy's ATs before the latter had the
time to realize what was going on.
Spitfire started talking, trying to say as much as he could within the short
time he had left, and trying to calm himself down, even if just a bit. It was
strange. He had known this moment was about to come, and yet it still felt like
there were things he needed to do. Spitfire silenced those thoughts and, after
successfully forcing his feet into the small skates, straightened and smiled
the sad smile he had gotten too used to lately.
“Well then, it's time for me to go now,” he said, turning to face the boy he
had grown very fond of during the short time they had known each other.
"No!" Kazu dragged himself towards Spitfire with sheer willpower, since his
legs had given out earlier. He reached to grab the Flame King's jacket, holding
onto it so hard that his hands turned white. "Don't you dare go! Not like
this!"
Spitfire looked down at Kazu with sadness and slight disappointment.
“You must understand how much is at stake here, boy.” He knelt down to remove
Kazu's hands but didn't get a chance before the boy grabbed his fur collar in a
desperate manner. Spitfire sighed at the look in those eyes and cupped the
blonde's cheek, thoughtful.
"Kazu-kun. I really must go now. I'm sorry."
He took a hold of Kazu's hand, trying to peel it off, but got interrupted by
the other one, which grabbed his hair. The feeling wasn't at all pleasant and
Spitfire looked up again, only to find Kazu's face very close to his and the
pressure of lips against his own.
Kazu withdrew and looked the older man in the eyes with a serious and desperate
look on his face. “It's you who doesn't understand.”
The sentence made Spitfire draw a small breath, but after looking into Kazu's
eyes, he decided against saying what was on his mind. There was a moment of
silence as Spitfire stared back at the boy, who looked like he wanted to look
away but knew that if he did the opportunity would be lost forever. Shy, but
still strong and stubborn.
The boy's determination made Spitfire smile a little despite himself. This was
why Kazu was the one had chosen. This stubbornness and the way it still managed
to melt something inside him. It was the very same thing he was said to do to
people, and the only difference was Kazu's more innocent ways made it all even
more charming. In time, after realizing all this and putting his charm to use,
Kazu would be even better than Spitfire himself. The man was sure of it.
Spitfire raised his hand again to slowly stroke the boy's cheek. The blonde
released his tight hold on Spitfire's hair, and the man smiled some more at
this. But when he opened his mouth to say something, his mouth got blocked
again, this time by Kazu's hand.
"Please... please, just..." The boy shook his head, looking a little lost and
definitely embarrassed with the plea he was trying to utter. "Just... leave me
something to remember you from." The look on Spitfire's face was a bit shocked
when Kazu embraced him tightly and put his head on the man's shoulder, so that
his breath tickled Spitfire's ear a little. "Something to... to think about if
I'll never see you again."
Spitfire grabbed the boy's shoulders and pushed him back to look at his face.
Kazu was very red, but he still looked straight into Spitfire's eyes.
Spitfire studied the boy for a short moment. “You really want this.”
It wasn't a question, but Kazu still nodded. Seeing that made something burst
into flames inside Spitfire's body. It wasn't like he hadn't hoped for this,
but more like he had imagined it would take place after a few years, when
they'd both be...
But, looking at the boy again, Spitfire knew they both had already realized
there wouldn't be "after a few years" for them.
The situation was weird. They really didn't have the time for anything. Sano
was still on top of the skyscraper fighting for all their lives, and Spitfire
knew he should be on his way back there already. But something in the moment
told him if he left then he would die regretting it. And even worse, he would
leave Kazu behind to live with that same regret.
It seemed Kazu understood the hurry they were in, asking quickly: “Well?”
Sighing, Spitfire leaned closer to Kazu, pushing the younger boy gently
backwards so that his back leaned against the wall. Spitfire smirked a little
while shrugging his jacket off his shoulders. “I don't usually do this on a
first date, you know.”
To his delight, the boy turned a fiercer shade of red. But before Spitfire
could comment on that, Kazu turned his face away. “Seeing how this'll probably
be our only date, I wouldn't worry about that now, you know.”
Kazu's voice sounded bitter, and Spitfire regretted having said anything.
“I know. I'm sorry.” Spitfire took a light hold of Kazu's chin and turned the
boy's face toward his to kiss him on the lips. It was sweet and soft, quite
unfit regarding the situation, but comforting and satisfying. Still, it was cut
short when Spitfire pulled Kazu away from the wall to get his jacket between
the boy and the bricks.
Their next kiss was already more heated, catching up with the nervousness of
the moment, and was followed by a series of others. A shy hand lifted the hem
of Spitfire's shirt and slipped in, causing a shiver to go up his back. It was
strange how such a small touch could make him want so much more.
Spitfire returned the favor, slipping his hand underneath Kazu's shirt and
sliding it against his belly. He felt the lithe muscles beneath the skin. Then,
sliding upward, the ribs that stood out a bit too much. Between the kisses he
could feel the boy taking breaths, hitching a little every time he touched a
pleasant place.
The hoodie was lifted off of Kazu's body, his beanie going with it. Spitfire's
lips found the boy's jaw and neck, kissing and pecking before finding their way
back to meet Kazu's lips again. Their tongues stroked and caressed each other
in a gentle fight over the kiss. Both mouths were thoroughly explored by their
tongues, their breaths mixing during the process.
The blonde's hands worked their way up under Spitfire's shirt until they met
with his shoulders, and Kazu impatiently lifted the shirt up and tossed it
away, interrupting the kiss. When Spitfire leaned forward again and their bare
chests touched, it felt like their bodies had burst into flames.
They gripped each other in an almost desperate manner to get as close as
possible. No proximity was satisfying enough, and Spitfire's hands started to
wander lower, lower, all the way to the front of Kazu's pants.
Spitfire's long fingers quickly opened the zipper, and he lifted the waistband
of Kazu's boxers and grabbed his erect member, making the boy gasp and write
when he started stroking. He pulled and stroked gently while his lips were all
over Kazu's neck, cheek, ears and lips. Kazu's eyes were closed and small,
eager whimpers came out of his mouth while his hands slid frantically up and
down the man's back.
Despite his obvious enjoyment, Kazu stilled Spitfire's hand.
“Not... like that... I want...” The boy turned scarlet. “I want... more of
you.” Kazu grabbed Spitfire's hand and lead it to his butt. He bit his lip and
looked away, unable to meet the older man's eyes.
Spitfire froze for a second. He never would have thought Kazu knew about things
like that, and yet there he was, requesting it. The boy was so young, but when
Spitfire thought about the company he kept, it wasn't surprising he knew about
certain sexual acts. Laughing, Spitfire shook his head before continuing to
strip the boy of his pants. “Kids these days.”
Kazu's boxers followed his pants, and after setting them onto the ground
nearby, Spitfire turned back to the boy, who had closed his legs in
embarrassment. With Kazu's personality, it was tough: having sex for the first
time, lying naked in the street, knowing it had to be done quickly. No time for
sweet-talk, soft touches for hours: stuff like there should've been during the
first time with your loved one.
“Could you please spread your legs for me?” Spitfire asked in a small, gentle
voice while his hand rested on Kazu's knee. The boy complied, letting Spitfire
slip between his thighs, pressing against him with a small friction that made
breathing a bit more difficult again.
Spitfire reached into his jacket's pocket, finding the small bottle of hand
lotion he always had with him. Then, to Kazu's surprise, he backed away a
little. When the boy didn't move Spitfire looked at him, moved a bit closer,
and put his hand around Kazu's waist.
Hot lips found Kazu's ear. "If you lie down it's easier."
The husky tone made Kazu flush, and he let Spitfire's hands lead him to lie on
the jacket-covered floor. Kazu felt a finger probing around his rear, and he
felt more embarrassed than ever before in his life. Then there was a finger
inside of him, and his mouth opened in a gasp.
Kissing the boy as reassuringly as he could, Spitfire moved the finger slowly
in and out, wiggling it around a bit. He didn't want to hurry with the
stretching but time was against him. He added another finger when Kazu had just
begun to get used to the first. Spitfire had to bite his lip when he looked at
the boy's pained face, and he stretched with the two fingers for a bit longer
than he had with the first one. A third finger was added with a pained hiss
from Kazu, and Spitfire let Kazu take a hold of his free hand.
When Spitfire made the decision to take the final step, he released his hold on
the boy's hand to open the zipper of his own jeans, pulling them and his
underwear down to his knees. He took the bottle of hand lotion and more or less
emptied it onto his erection to make the intrusion as painless for Kazu as
possible.
“I'm sorry,” Spitfire murmured into Kazu's ear as he leaned down for a kiss,
“this will hurt a lot more than I wish it would.”
He guided his member to Kazu's opening, nudging slowly inside. Kazu winced at
the intrusion, and Spitfire apologized over and over again in a hushed voice
until he was fully seated inside. Spitfire took Kazu's hand and lifted it to
lie next to the blonde's head, intertwining their fingers.
The penetration hurt a lot more than either of them would've wanted. Everything
was too rushed, and it wasn't like it should've been in the perfect world. But
the world was far from perfect - at least until the pressure of the intrusion
had faded a little, and Kazu could offer a small nod to give Spitfire the
permission to move.
Spitfire pulled out slowly and thrust back in, keeping the pace as gradual as
he could to help Kazu adjust. The boy was very tense, but tried to relax the
best he could. Spitfire moved to lean onto his elbow, and moved his other hand
down to stroke Kazu in the rhythm of his thrusts, making the boy gasp out loud
again.
Slowly Kazu's tension lessened, and as Spitfire sped up the rhythm he suddenly
moaned and seemed to startle even himself. Spitfire smiled and kissed him,
keeping the pace and trying to touch the places that made Kazu jerk in
pleasure. Kazu's free hand ended up settling into Spitfire's neck, and he
grasped the thin hair tightly as the man kissed and suckled his neck.
It didn't take long until Spitfire noticed that Kazu wouldn't last long. He
ignored the small ting of regret for it having to end that quickly, and sped
both his thrusts and his stroking up a notch. Kazu's breath turned into gasps
and slight moans, his hips snapping back and forth, trying to meet with
Spitfire's thrusts and strokes.
Spitfire changed the angle of his thrust ever so slightly, making Kazu jerk and
gasp even louder than before. After another two thrusts, Kazu went over the
edge with a muffled cry, his mouth pressed tightly against Spitfire's shoulder.
Spitfire groaned as the pressure got almost too tight to bear. He sped his
thrusts up again and could feel the boy planting slow kisses to his shoulder
and neck. The sensations made his own orgasm follow soon enough, and he bit
down on Kazu's jawline to silence his cry as he came.
After the last pleasurable waves of orgasm had passed, Spitfire stayed still
for a moment, feeling Kazu kiss his jaw lazily. The boy's hands moved
soothingly on his back and Spitfire waned nothing more than to stay there for
eternity. Against his will he pulled out of the boy, who winced because of the
odd feeling. Spitfire kissed the boy hard on the lips before grabbing him into
a desperate hug. He inhaled the scent of Kazu's neck, wanting it to be the last
thing he remembered.
When Spitfire finally retreated, he did so with regret.
There was one last kiss goodbye before Spitfire straightened and pulled his
jeans back up. He quickly searched for his shirt, using it to clean up the mess
before putting it back on with a small cringe.
No words were exchanged as Spitfire helped Kazu back into his clothes so that
the boy was in decent shape to get picked up by someone later. Kneeling in
front of the boy, Spitfire put the burst and tattered beanie back on the
blonde's head, letting his hand linger before he pulled back and stood again,
picking up his jacket and putting it on.
Kazu's face was easy to read, and Spitfire smiled sadly again. How he longed to
be able to stay there forever, but that wasn't an option. The man turned to
look at the skyscraper before giving Kazu one last, sorrowful look. “I'm sorry
it had to end like this.”
Then he was gone.
Kazu reached for Spitfire's ATs and hugged them to his chest as tightly as he
could. It was difficult to grasp all that had happened, and if it weren't for
the ache in his body he probably wouldn't have believed anything that had just
occurred. The pain was a harsh reminder that everything was true. Spitfire was
gone. He'd never be standing in front of Kazu again.
He didn't realize he was shaking until Akira appeared right in front of him.
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