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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Full_Metal_Panic
  Relationship:
      Chidori_Kaname/Sagara_Sousuke
  Character:
      Sagara_Sousuke, Chidori_Kaname
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-02 Words: 5350
****** 'Confined' for Kink Bingo ******
by Miko
Summary
     When space gets tight, tempers get heated... among other things.
The Arbalest was a big machine, half again as large as most arm slaves. That
didn't mean the cockpit was particularly roomy. It was designed to be a close
fit, so that the pilot would be able to easily reach all of the controls.
It definitely was not designed for the pilot to have a high school girl sitting
sideways in his lap, legs jammed up against the console on one side and breasts
dangerously close to his face. Sousuke kept his eyes glued to the tactical
readout screen, focusing on the little blips that meant the enemy was still
searching for them.
He already knew from experience that being caught and tortured by the enemy was
probably preferable to what would happen if Kaname suspected he was looking
down her shirt, after all.
"Sousuke! Why did you yank me in here?" She sounded like she was already
preparing to smack him. That angry tone of voice never boded well for his
medical expenses.
"They're too close, and there are too many of them," he explained quickly,
trying to head off the coming explosion. "We can't outmanoeuvre them; our only
hope is to stay hidden until they pass by. The camouflage system can't bend
light around your body the way it can around the metal, so if you'd remained
outside you'd have been visible and at risk."
"Oh." That seemed to subdue her a little. "But there's no room in here," she
complained, wriggling around on his lap in a futile effort to try to find a
comfortable position.
Sweating hard, Sousuke swallowed before answering so his voice wouldn't crack.
"This is not a dual-operation machine," he explained patiently, though he
thought that should have been obvious from the fact that there was only one
seat. "It's not intended to carry passengers."
"I know that," she replied, sounding cross. Or maybe just upset, which was
understandable considering the danger they were in. But then, she rarely
reacted to dangerous situations in the way he expected a civilian to. "Are you
sure there's enough air in here?"
"The life support systems are fully functional," he assured her. If only she'd
stop moving. This was a serious situation, but... certain natural responses
were difficult to suppress even for someone with his level of discipline. Their
relationship, as strange and startling as it sometimes seemed to him, had
progressed beyond merely kissing, but he still doubted she'd appreciate the
reaction if she noticed it.
Maybe when she noticed it would be a more accurate statement. He bit his lip to
stop a groan as she wiggled again. "Perhaps if you remain still, it would seem
less confining?" he suggested, hoping he didn't sound as desperate as he felt.
"What are you talking about? I'm not moving," she replied, even as she
continued to squirm. They were tiny movements, true, the sort of natural
adjusting the body attempted when placed in an uncomfortable position, but you
didn't need to be a sniper of Weber's level to know there was a difference
between 'not moving' and 'holding still'.
Of course, Kaname had no sniper training at all, and perhaps that was the root
of the difficulty. Gritting his teeth, Sousuke reminded himself once more that
just because Kaname had proved to be capable of handling dangerous situations,
he couldn't expect her to react like a trained professional.
Not that he was reacting much like a professional at the moment. What was it
about Kaname that made it so hard for him - a soldier since childhood and
veteran of so many battles he'd lost count - to keep the control and focus that
had once come so naturally to him?
Sometimes he wondered if it was really worth it to compromise himself this way,
all for the sake of having a girlfriend. Then he would contemplate what life
would be like without her, and he knew it didn't matter. The thought of losing
her was crushing.
The HUD gave a quiet triple bleep as some of the enemy arm slaves approached,
and Sousuke went tense. For a moment he forgot about his traitorous body,
focused on the much more immediate threat. If the enemy got close enough, they
might be able to pierce the Arbalest's ECM system. At the very least, if they
ran straight into him, they were going to notice there was something solid
where nothing solid should be.
Manoeuvring with Kaname blocking his view and effectively trapping his arms was
not going to be fun. Not for the first time in his life, Sousuke wished he
understood what it was about religion that gave others comfort when they
prayed. He could quote the Koran from memory, but prayer had never seemed to
have much effect to him. He'd rather spend the concentration on fighting.
Finally the squad of arm slaves passed by, and he relaxed again and let out a
breath. Only then did he realize that Kaname had also gone silent and still,
doing her best to keep from distracting him in the critical moment.
Not that she wouldn't yell and smack him if she thought he was doing something
stupid, but he did appreciate the attempt.
"You're really worried," she noted, and there was a slight quiver in her voice.
She could be frightened as easily as anyone, she was just better than many
professionals at not letting it control her or keep her from doing what needed
to be done. "I mean, you're always obsessing over threats to me, but you're
really worried."
"I... don't like being forced into a place where the only option is to hide and
hope they don't find me," Sousuke admitted grudgingly. Not to anyone else would
he have said such a thing, but for some reason it seemed easier to open up to
her in small ways. "If they do find us, we'll be at a severe disadvantage. It
will be difficult to fight like this."
Her mouth firmed, and she got that glittering look of determination in her eyes
that he both admired and feared. "You mean it's handicapping you to have me in
here," she said, shaking her head. "Then I shouldn't be here. I'll just... hide
behind the Arbalest or something..." Only the tiniest catch in her voice
betrayed her nervousness as she started to climb out of his lap, reaching for
the hatch control.
"No," he nearly shouted, lunging forward and wrapping his arms around her
waist, tugging her firmly back against him. She squeaked and lost her balance,
and wound up even more curled around him than before. Sousuke forced himself to
take a calming breath, knowing that he needed to seem calm and strong so she
wouldn't think there was any need to put herself in danger.
She would sacrifice herself to protect him in a heartbeat, he already knew
that. That was just the kind of person she was. It made it incredibly
frustrating to be her bodyguard, but it also made him warm inside in a way
nothing else ever had.
"No," he repeated more calmly once he'd regained control after his moment of
panic. "Putting yourself at risk will only increase our chances of being found.
If they have heat sensors they'll see you no matter how well you hide, and
there are too many of them for me to fight even without you in here." The
stubborn look in her eye wasn't fading, and he softened his voice. "I need to
know you're safe, or it will be a much greater handicap."
She remained stiff for a moment, then sighed and sagged against him, winding
her arms around his neck in turn and resting her head on his shoulder. "Have I
mentioned lately how annoyingly over-protective you are?" she asked wryly. "Or
how much of an idiot you can be?"
"Roughly fifteen minutes for the latter, and a little over an hour for the
former," he informed her. She seemed to ask that question quite frequently, so
he'd started keeping careful track.
For some reason it always made her snort with amusement - sometimes it even
made her laugh, though not in a situation this serious. She smacked him on the
back of the head, not quite hard enough to sting. "Idiot."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a sigh. He'd learned that it was just easier to
agree than to argue his competence. It always made her more irritated with him
when he tried.
They both sat quietly for a few minutes, just watching the blips moving around.
Sousuke tried not to frown, not wanting to show how concerned he was that the
enemy wasn't moving away. They definitely knew the Arbalest was somewhere in
the area, and they didn't seem to be inclined to give up. The little rock shelf
he'd squeezed under would protect them from casual sweeps, but not from a truly
intensive grid search. So far they hadn't gotten that organized. Hopefully that
meant their commanders weren't actually in the area.
"Is it always this hot in here?" Kaname asked, a little plaintively. "How do
you stand it?"
"I've shut down all unnecessary systems," he explained. It was stifling; small
wonder she'd asked earlier if there was enough air. Even he, raised in a
sweltering desert region, found it overly warm. "There's plenty of airflow, but
it's not being cooled before it's drawn into the cockpit. It would probably be
safe to run the temperature regulator, but..."
"But there's no point in taking chances in a bad situation, I get it," she
said. "I'd rather be overheated than tortured, thanks." She squirmed again and
reached up to tug at the bow at her throat, undoing the ribbon and pulling it
free. Sousuke's breath caught in his throat and he found his attention abruptly
riveted on something other than the screen as she opened the first two buttons
of her blouse. "At least we've already started wearing summer uniforms," she
continued, oblivious to his reaction.
"I... yes. At least," he agreed, a little incoherently. He hoped he didn't
sound quite as strangled as he felt, but it was hard not to be distracted by
the glimpse of the curve of flesh through the opening in her blouse, the very
top of the swell of her breasts exposed. He'd only recently - very recently -
gotten his first good look at her topless in a situation that did not end with
her pounding him into the nearest solid surface, but the image was burned into
his mind. He found it incredibly difficult to suppress the memory, and it was
making it hard to look away.
Then she pulled the shirt out away from her chest and flapped it to try to fan
herself a little, and he had to fight to stifle a groan. He half expected his
body to stop functioning - surely between the painful flush he could feel
creeping over his cheeks and the distracting ache in his groin, there wasn't
enough blood left to go around elsewhere.
"You look pretty overheated yourself," she commented, dashing his hopes that
she wouldn't notice. "Are you okay? That flight suit must be really hot."
"I'm fine," he assured her. It took an effort to keep his voice steady. "I'm
accustomed to more extreme conditions than you are." And he was, just not this
kind of 'extreme'. How did she manage to have this effect on him? She wasn't
even trying to be seductive.
For the first time, he had some sympathy for Weber's continuous complaints
about the torment of being surrounded by pretty women and unable to do anything
about it because he was on duty. This was surely as bad as any torture the
enemy could devise.
She was still flapping her blouse, trying to cool herself by creating air
movement. Finally he had to catch her hand and physically stop her. It was
that, or give in to the rapidly growing temptation to suggest she might be
cooler if she simply removed it entirely. A suggestion like that was likely to
earn him a punch hard enough to lay him out flat, and they couldn't afford for
him to be incapacitated right now.
"Sousuke?" she asked, startled. She tugged at his hold on her wrist, but it was
more of a reflexive reaction than a real attempt to get away.
"Please, stop," he begged, closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath. "I
can't... you're very... it's distracting," he finally settled on. He still
might get punched, if she realized what he was implying, but hopefully she
would think he was just talking about the distraction of the movement.
"Oh," she said, her voice very quiet but with an odd note in it. For a moment
he thought he'd gotten lucky and she'd taken his words at face value, but when
he opened his eyes again he found her looking pointedly away from him, her own
cheeks flushed bright enough to rival his.
Usually embarrassing her that much was a precursor to getting smacked, but this
time she only fidgeted again, her free hand playing with the edge of her skirt.
That was nearly as bad for his self-control as her fussing with her blouse,
drawing his attention to the way having her knees raised over the chair arm
made her skirt puddle in her lap and exposed more of the smooth length of her
legs than usual.
It took every bit of will he had not to stop her by covering that hand with his
as well, but he was fairly certain if he did he wouldn't be able to resist the
temptation to find out if the skin of her inner thighs was as silky as it
looked. "Kaname," he said instead, and this time he couldn't stop the word from
emerging as a groan.
"Um." She sounded unusually hesitant, and then her words tumbled out in a self-
conscious rush. "This sounds really bad and I know I should be letting you
concentrate, but it seems like maybe you're having trouble too and I would
really, really like you to kiss me right now." She swallowed, and her voice
trembled. "Oh gods, that sounds even more depraved than I thought it would.
Never mind, I don't even know what's wrong with me, I..."
He cut her off with his mouth on hers, releasing her wrist so he could put his
hand behind her head and pull her closer. She squeaked and fisted her hand in
the front of his flight suit, but didn't protest or try to pull away. Far from
it, she opened her mouth beneath his and welcomed him eagerly, allowing him to
rub his tongue against hers in a way that made it feel far more than just 'hot'
in the tiny space.
It was nothing like their usual awkward and hesitant kisses. Neither of them
held anything back, kissing with the desperation of lovers who thought they
might never get to kiss again. Sousuke had never felt anything like it,
electric and needy and almost terrifying. In moments he was harder than he'd
ever been in his life, and he knew she'd noticed when she gasped against his
mouth and squirmed again.
He groaned and closed his arms around her, and somehow managed to find the
strength to tear his mouth away. Leaning his forehead against her shoulder, he
panted for air, vaguely aware that she'd draped her arms over his shoulders and
was clinging for dear life.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, gods," she said faintly, sounding torn between shame and desire.
"I'm so sorry, I don't... I don't know what's wrong with me. You must think
I'm, I'm totally shameless or something..."
"What? No," he blurted out, pulling back to stare at her. She met his eyes only
briefly before flushing harder and looking away, but he saw the real distress
behind her embarrassment. Once again he reminded himself that she was not a
professional, and didn't know about things like the possible reactions to a
life-or-death situation. Wasn't that the whole reason he'd been worried about
her noticing his reaction?
"Kaname, it's a natural response," he assured her. He paused, struggling to
find words to explain something he'd simply understood since childhood, growing
up in a war zone as he had. "Sometimes, in a dangerous situation or after a
near-death experience, human instinct is to find a way to reaffirm life in as
concrete a way as possible. People often reach out to each other, even if
there's no previous connection or desire to form one. Sometimes even if there's
no one available that would normally be attractive to the person. I've seen men
go off together who would normally never look at anyone but a woman. If the
connection is already there, the instinct is just that much stronger."
She was looking at him with a very wide-eyed expression, and he wasn't quite
sure what he'd said that astonished her that much. It wasn't that hard a
concept to understand, was it? Not when she was feeling it for herself, surely.
"Um. H-have you ever...?" she trailed off, as if not certain how to finish the
sentence, blushing bright enough that it looked like her face was on fire.
He sputtered briefly as he realized what she was asking. "No! No, never." At
first he'd been too young for such considerations, and later when his body had
matured enough for it to be an issue, he'd - rather smugly, he realized now -
simply assumed that his discipline was better than the common mercenaries
around him. "I've never had to deal with it... until now. Perhaps it was simply
that I never had the right person nearby at the right moment," he mused.
For some reason that made her eyes go soft, and she sighed and leaned into him.
"Idiot," she muttered under her breath. "I must be getting used to you. That
actually sounded sweet."
Sweet? He'd just been stating a fact. Then again when he actually tried to do
something romantic for her, he usually ended up offending her somehow, so he
decided not to argue the point.
"But we should be paying attention to what's going on, right?" she said,
sighing a little. "Not, um, distracting ourselves." Despite her words, she
tightened her arms around his neck, her grip implying he might well have to pry
her off with a crowbar if he wanted to get free.
Sousuke's heart pounded a little harder. Was she actually offering...? Surely
he was misunderstanding. He usually was, no matter how certain he was that he
understood her in any given moment. "There's not really much to pay attention
to at the moment," he said carefully, feeling rather like he was inching his
way across a minefield. "We just have to sit here and hope they don't find us
until reinforcements arrive."
She shifted again, the action rubbing her bottom against his now rather painful
erection, and he choked on a gasp. "Well, then maybe distracting ourselves is a
good idea," she said, her voice trembling a little but her expression
determined. "Right?"
"Sure," he said, not even completely certain what he was saying yes to, only
knowing that he'd have agreed to just about anything in that moment if it meant
he could kiss her again. So he did, and she moaned faintly and melted against
him, and it was even better than the first kiss.
He slid his hands up her back and pulled her closer still. She made a helpless
little sound against his mouth and pressed against him, her breasts rubbing
against his chest through their clothes. Hesitantly, still half expecting to
get slapped at any moment, he traced one hand along her ribs to the front, then
cupped his palm around the soft mound of her breast. Through her clothes and
his glove he couldn't really feel anything but the weight of it, but she moaned
again and arched into the touch, shivering.
Daring to be a little bolder, he tugged her blouse out of her skirt and slid
his hand up inside, the leather of his glove gliding against her skin. She
shivered again but made no protest; on the contrary, the needy little noises
she made drove him half crazy and spurred him on. It took him a moment of
awkward fumbling to get the catch on her bra undone, but that loosened it
enough for him to be able to push it up out of the way.
He broke the kiss and she cried out in soft protest, only to moan again when he
lowered his mouth to her tightly peaked nipple, teasing with lips and teeth
through the fabric of her blouse. They'd gone this far before, a few times, and
he knew she was sensitive here. She liked it when he tormented her with an
onslaught of stimulation here - though she sometimes showed it with breathless
death threats. The first time he'd thought she was upset and pulled back, only
to discover the dire threats had been the promise of what she'd do if he
stopped.
Today she only gasped and squirmed beneath him, twisting awkwardly in his lap
to try to give him more access. Vaguely aware that she couldn't possibly be
comfortable in that position, he dropped his hands to her hips and urged her
up. She tried to obey, but the cramped confines made it awkward to move and
even more difficult to find a comfortable position. After a flurry of movement
that unfortunately involved the necessity of removing his mouth from her
breast, they resettled so that she was perched on his lap facing him, her knees
hooked over the arms of the chair on either side of him.
Still awkward, but worth it for the feel of her grinding down against him. Now
only his flight suit and her thin panties were between them, her skirt spread
between her knees and the flush on her cheeks saying she felt as exposed as she
looked. Sousuke had to bite his lip again, fighting for control, but he managed
to move slowly and keep his eyes locked on hers, asking silently for permission
as he slid one hand up the inside of her leg.
She moaned and her eyes fluttered closed, tilting her head back in a way that
exposed her slender neck invitingly. He paused just long enough to tug the
glove off his hand with his teeth, then leaned in and ran his mouth over the
smooth column of her neck even as his fingers slid up the equally soft skin of
her thigh. It was just as silky as it had looked, and when he reached the
fabric of her panties it almost felt rough in comparison.
At least, until he moved a little further and encountered the moisture soaking
the silk. His breath left him in a hissing rush, and the groan that escaped him
felt like it rattled his whole body. He wasn't an innocent, no matter what he
knew some of his teammates thought of him. Just because he'd never seen the
need to indulge in sex before didn't mean he was ignorant, and he knew what
that wetness meant. If nothing else, he'd heard enough crude jokes about it to
leave him with a thorough - if somewhat biased - education on the subject.
Her throat vibrated against his lips, and it took him a moment to gather his
wits enough to realize she was moaning "Please, please, please," over and over
again. That was all the encouragement he needed to slide his fingers beneath
the panties, and when he touched heated flesh she cried out sharply.
It only took a moment of searching to find the place that was most sensitive, a
small little nub of flesh that made her tremble every time he touched it. She
arched into the touch, hands clutching at his shoulders hard enough to dig her
nails in even through the flight suit.
With his other hand he pushed her blouse up until her breasts were exposed to
the heated air of the cockpit, and she moaned. Moving his arm around to support
her back, he lowered his mouth to her breasts and tasted her directly. That won
him an even better reaction than when he'd been teasing her through the cloth,
and she squirmed and writhed against him.
At the same time he rocked his hips up, rubbing his aching erection against her
through the stiff material of his flight suit. Unfortunately - despite the
protests of a significant portion of the enlisted men - the suits were not
designed with easy access in mind, and it would require more effort than he was
willing to go to right now to get out of it. Not to mention he would have to
let go of Kaname first, and from the urgent noises she was making, he was
fairly certain she would kill him if he tried.
That was fine. Well, he'd make it be fine, no matter what his body was begging
for at the moment. Just getting to touch and taste her like this was more than
he'd imagined he would get to do any time soon. Any more would probably put him
firmly in the doghouse when she came back to her senses.
The quivering tension he could feel in her body changed subtly, and then she
convulsed against him, pushing frantically against his hand, screaming loud
enough that he was grateful the cockpit was soundproof.
He'd heard her scream before, in fear or pain, but never like this. This was a
sound that went straight to his cock, and he definitely wouldn't mind hearing
it again in the future. Preferably frequently.
The scream faded and turned to whimpers, and finally she reached down and
grabbed at his wrist, stopping him from teasing her further. "Enough, Sousuke,
oh gods," she begged breathlessly. "You're going to kill me, I can't take any
more."
Reluctantly he let her pull his hand away, and lifted his head from her breast.
The sight of her, dishevelled and wanton and spread out on his lap, nearly
pushed him over the edge then and there. He groaned and shuddered, rocking his
hips against her a little harder, and buried his face in the hollow between her
throat and shoulder.
Then she released his wrist to drop her hand between them, pressing the heel of
her palm firmly against his length through the flight suit. The sudden shock of
it sent orgasm crashing over him with no warning, and it was his turn to test
the quality of the soundproofing.
It was true that you lost track of the world if you came hard enough,
apparently. When he returned to reality, Sousuke found he was gasping and
trembling, his arms wrapped around Kaname tightly enough that he was surprised
she wasn't protesting.
Then again, she was holding him just as tightly in return, arms wound around
his neck and head resting on his shoulder. He could hear her panting as well,
and feel the pounding of her heart racing in time with his.
"Are..." His voice caught, and he coughed and cleared his throat before trying
again. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she said, sounding embarrassed but... satisfied. And not like she was
about to smack him for taking advantage, thank Allah. "That was... really...
amazing."
"Yes," he agreed softly, unable to help the tone of wonder that crept into his
voice. "It was."
"Next time, maybe we can try it somewhere a little less cramped, though?" she
suggested, and he snorted a laugh before he could stop himself. She did hit him
then, but just a light smack on the shoulder, not enough to hurt.
Just hearing her talk about a 'next time' was more than he'd hoped for. He'd
have been happy even if this had been entirely due to battle stress reaction,
but he was absolutely not going to complain if she was willing to move their
relationship forward more as a result. "Next time," he agreed, and turned his
face so he could kiss her.
The triple bleep of an incoming communication from an ally interrupted them,
and Sousuke's eyes widened. He lunged for the console, nearly tipping Kaname
off the seat as he hastily slapped at the button that would restrict the
communication to voice only.
"Urzu-7, are you there?" It was Kruz Weber's familiar voice, and Sousuke was
torn between gratitude for the rescue and ire that he hadn't waited just a few
more minutes to let them recover. At least he'd gotten the camera before it
turned on, or Weber would have gotten a good eyeful of Kaname in his lap. There
would have been absolutely no doubt what they'd been up to - and he'd never
have heard the end of it.
"I'm here, Urzu-6," he responded, careful to keep his voice steady and even out
his breathing. "We're safe for the moment, but we're pinned under a rock
formation and I can't manoeuvre with both of us in the cockpit."
"Stay where you are, Urzu-7," Melissa Mao ordered firmly. "Don't risk breaking
cover. ETA for reinforcements is five minutes and counting."
"Roger that, Urzu-2," Sousuke answered. "We'll stay put."
"You're both in there?" Kruz sounded wickedly delighted. "Taking the chance to
get up close and friendly? I was starting to think you didn't have it in you."
He saw the flush sweep over Kaname's cheeks and heard her draw in a breath to
protest, and that was just enough warning to let him clamp a hand over her
mouth before she could say anything. "The design of the cockpit is such that we
can't help getting close, chance has nothing to do with it," he said, long
years of discipline letting him keep his tone even and not betray the flush he
could feel burning on his cheeks. "And we have been on friendly terms for quite
some time, as you know very well. Didn't have what in me?"
A long, drawn-out sigh was his answer. "I give up, you're hopeless," Kruz said
in an exaggerated mournful tone. "If being pinned down in tight quarters under
enemy fire wasn't enough, I don't know what will be."
Kaname made a sound of outraged embarrassment, but it was muffled enough
against his hand that he didn't think the others had heard it. Then she bit
him, hard enough that he yelped and let go without meaning to. "I can hear you,
you know," she said crossly.
"Uhhh... shit, right, 'cause you're in the cockpit too," Kruz said, and he had
the grace to sound shamed. "Sorry 'bout that. I didn't mean to imply..."
"Cut the chatter and keep your minds on the job, gentlemen," Melissa snapped.
"Urzu-6, I want a word with you after this."
"Yes, ma'am," Kruz answered, and Sousuke could picture his wince from the sound
of his voice.
Cautiously Sousuke glanced at Kaname, but though her face was a brilliant shade
of red, there was a resigned sort of smile playing over her lips. She'd fixed
her clothes and shifted to a slightly more comfortable position, draped
sideways over his lap again, and now she rested her head on his shoulder once
more.
"Thank you," she murmured into his ear, quiet enough that the microphone
wouldn't catch it. "Nice rescue. Does that mean your obliviousness is an act
the rest of the time, too?"
"Believe me, when it comes to dealing with you, I am always out of my depth,"
he told her, equally softly, though he couldn't stop himself from sighing. "If
it seems like I have no clue what's going on around you, it's probably because
I don't. But, that's half of what makes life with you so interesting."
He felt her smile against his neck. "Idiot," she said, and he automatically
glanced at the chronometer to make a note of it for the next time she asked how
long it had been. "Life hasn't been boring since you came along, that's for
sure. I wouldn't have it any other way."
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