First fic!
Title: Window Artist/Author:Kaji Pairing/Characters:Spitfire/Sano Rating:PG-13 for language Dedication: Shiny and Aya. It's all their fault. Notes/Warnings:Boylove. Nothing naughty...yet. There will likely be a follow-up. Summary: Sano was innocent...once.
"Why the fuck are you following me?!" That red-haired freak was here again. Here, in this spot that Sano liked to go to when he wanted to be alone. And it wasn't because Sano had been careful to not lose him on the way here. Probably. Spitfire just looked at the boy blandly, arching an eyebrow. Sano snarled in response.
I'm not going to get in a fight again...he's not worth it... He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down
"Do you always take people you barely know to secluded areas, or is this just for me?" Sano whirled, lunging at the redhead with a snarl. Spitfire caught the attack in midair, and pinned the younger boy to the wall behind them. There was an intent in his eyes that the brunet couldn't identify, and whatever it was, it sent chills down his spine. Problem was, he couldn't entirely convince himself it was a bad thing.
"You're cute when you're angry, you know." The words were purred, low and seductive, and Sano shivered, his anger starting to dissolve in to something else.
"Wh...what are you talking about, pervert?" He felt Spitfire's laughter more than he heard it, and it sent a rush of something through his body, even as he desperately scrabbled for some scraps of hostility.
"You know what I'm talking about...don't you?" Something about the way he said that made Sano realize that yes, he knew exactly what Spitfire was on about, and he didn't exactly mind any. Perhaps it was the fact that the words were murmured nearly directly into his ear, the older boy's lips brushing against his earlobe. Sano shivered again, and bit his lip, trying to find some semblance of sanity in this mess. It didn't make sense-no one had ever approached him before, and this was a bit...sudden. Sure, he'd overheard people speak about it; he was 14, and his peers tended to be rather...focused on the subject. But this was a whole new territory, what with his heart going several kilometers a minute, and Spitfire being right there. This was an uncontrolled, untested experience, and Sano should have been trying to regain control of himself, only...he wasn't sure he wanted to.
"B-bastard...you're just fucking around with me, aren't you?" Spitfire pulled a little away to look at him, eyes burning with something bright and intense that made Sano suddenly forget how to breathe.
"Not yet..." Sano opened his mouth to ask what the hell that meant, and Spitfire leaned in and kissed him, swallowing up whatever words the younger boy had been about to say. Sano stiffened, caught by skilled lips and tongue probing at his, gently coaxing him into responding. His heart was thundering in his ears, and somehow, his hands had becomed tangled in the older boy's shirt. For some reason he wasn't-couldn't-push the redhead away, smack him and call him a pervert like he wanted to. Should have wanted to. And then Spitfire pulled away, as quickly as he'd leaned in and yet it seemed like hours had passed instead of seconds.
I thought I was the one who controlled time.The thought drifted through the haze in Sano's mind, and instead of retaliating, he just stared at Spitfire, flushed and panting, surprised to find that really, he hadn't minded, that he wanted more. The tall redhead sighed a little, and smiled.
"I guess I won't be for a while, then." He turned to leave, and Sano found he could move again, stumbling forward and grabbing Spitfire's sleeve, stopping him for reasons the brunet didn't fully understand.
"W-wait...Hey, you bastard, wait." Spitfire turned and looked at him, arching an eyebrow, and Sano scowled, rummaging around in his pocket for a pen, and pulling Spitfire's hand around to scribble an address on it, firmly ignoring his blush.
"Look...it's...the 3rd window, on the second floor, on the left side. I'll..." He swallowed, not sure even why he was explaining this to this obnoxious, irritating bastard. "...I'll come out if you call. Just...don't wake up my parents."
Spitfire smiled at him, and Sano felt himself go a little redder, glaring at that infuriating redhead of a boy.
"Okay."
Sano wasn't sure when he'd lost his mind, but he was sure it was Spitfire's fault. And really...he didn't really mind that much.