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works/76158.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Air_Gear
  Relationship:
      Sano_Yasuyoshi/Mikura_Kazuma/Minami_Itsuki
  Character:
      Sano_Yasuyoshi, Mikura_Kazuma, Minami_Itsuki, Wanijima_Akito
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_springkink, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Age_Difference, Canon_Queer
      Character
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-04-09 Words: 2034
****** What You Want ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Ikki's still not sure he wants to be in the middle of this. (Written
     for a Spring Kink prompt.)
"God, this is weird," Ikki muttered, because he'd just spent the last few
minutes kissing his best friend while said best friend's much older boyfriend
looked on like the creep he was. Kazu had lost his hat at some point (or Sano
had taken it, because lord knew that creep liked his fashion and probably got
all offended by a knit cap) and his straw-blond bangs were hanging in his eyes.
"This is really fucking weird."
"Yes, you said that," Sano pointed out with quiet amusement. "You don't need to
make it so obvious what a virgin you are, Ikki-sama."
"I'm not--" Ikki couldn't really lie about that, because hell, it was Kazu he
complained to when Simca paraded around in front of him and then ran off
without doing anything. He was gonna have to start confiding in Buccha instead,
at this rate.
"Oh, did Akito get further than we know about?" Kazu asked, laughing.
If Kazu ever told Akito about this, Ikki was going to get him below the belt
(and not in the way he was doing now, with his fingers working at the buckle)
and so hard that his creepy boyfr-- Sano, because there was no way he was
thinking Kazu and boyfriend in the same sentence-- would have to go find some
other guy who was way too young and way too straight for him.
"Shut the hell up, Kazu." And Kazu shut the hell up, because even he knew
better than to piss off a guy in Ikki's position. It would have been very, very
painful.
"We wouldn't want to frighten off Ikki-sama, now would we?" Sano asked smugly,
coming up behind Sano and sitting down on the bed; he was so close that Kazu
was practically in his lap.
"Could you be anymore of a creep?" Ikki muttered, more of a rhetorical question
than anything. Of course Sano could be more of a creep, and he was probably
going to prove it now that Ikki had said something aloud. "Can't you find
somebody your own age?"
"This coming from the boy who wakes up next to someone that looks twelve every
morning," Sano pointed out, but he was smiling.
"Hey, I'd love it if Akito would quit trying to freaking rape me in my sleep!"
Ikki protested, and it was true. Some days he wasn't sure who was creepier,
Akito or Sano. ...probably Sano, though, because at least Akito was within a
year of Ikki's age. "And that doesn't make me a creep, that makes Akito a
creep! He's older than me, and he's the one doing it."
"Of course, Ikki-sama," Sano demurred, and Ikki was pretty sure that the creepy
bastard wasn't going to let a subject that freaked him out so much drop so
easily. He wasn't going to find out, though, because Kazu pressed forward and
kissed him again. It was hard to believe that agreeing to this (God, how
desperate had he been) was a bad idea when he was actually getting some for the
first time in ever. Oh, he'd regret it later, but for now it was hard to care
about anything besides the fact that he was actually going to get laid (even if
it was Kazu doing it-- hey, at least Kazu would probably be just as embarrassed
about this come tomorrow and would never tell anyone). Ikki dropped his grip on
Kazu's belt in favor of something that would give him a little more leverage,
moving his hands up to hold onto Kazu's shoulders. It didn't help, though; Kazu
rocked his weight forward and sent Ikki tumbling backwards so that he was
laying down on his back.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ikki asked, because being the one flat on his
back wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting.
"Act a little more like we tied you up and dragged you here, why don't you?"
Kazu hissed, the sound more because of the breath he happened to be letting out
then than any kind of animosity. He shifted his hips and they both hissed for
real then; Ikki reached his hand up to bring Kazu's back down and press him
against Ikki and collided with Sano's hand.
"As much as I'm enjoying the show," Sano said dryly, pulling Kazu up by the
back of his sweatshirt, "I wasn't under the impression when we started that I
was going to be left out." Ikki thought for a minute that Sano was going to
take Kazu's place on top of him, but instead he yanked Kazu's sweatshirt over
his head, tossed it aside, and started making out with him like some kind of
porn star.
"Hey," Ikki protested. Man, of all the people he'd have ever considered getting
into a fight over, Mikura Kazuma was not even on the list. And it was a long
list. Akito was on the list. "Hey!" He sat up again.
"How do you think I felt?" Sano asked. He'd stopped kissing Kazu, but by then
his jacket was on the floor near Kazu's sweatshirt. Kazu, being the good friend
he was, turned around and crawled back over to Ikki. Instead of settling on top
of him again, though-- not that he could, since Ikki was sitting up-- he
unzipped Ikki's slacks (no belt, no matter what school uniform regulations
wanted-- although he was considering investing in one now, since it might slow
Akito down if he got really determined) and shoved his hand inside without so
much as asking first.
He'd meant to repeat his earlier what the hell are you doing? but it came out
as a strangled "Shit, Kazu."
"Is this what you want?" Kazu asked suddenly, really pausing for the first time
since they'd started. "We can quit if you want."
"If you quit now I'm going to kill you." And he meant every word of it. It must
have been enough to convince Kazu, because then he did pretty much the one
thing Ikki wasn't expecting. He dropped down flat, so that he lay faceup, and
he went down on him. Shit. He should care that his best friend knew how to give
a blowjob, right? Because it was hard to care about anything except that he was
the one getting it, best friend or not. Kazu's pale hair was scattered all over
Ikki's lap (he was going to have to get it cut if he didn't want to start
looking like the perverted bastard behind him), and he clenched his fingers in
it. After a few minutes, right at the point wen Ikki really couldn't see
straight, Kazu braced his hands on Ikki's thighs and pushed himself back up.
"Quit pulling my hair, dumbass," he said, a little bit hoarse. Sano was looming
over him, and he didn't really seem to care. His pants had gotten down around
his knees at some point while Ikki was busy with more pressing matters (namely,
the fact that he was getting head for the first time in his life and it was
hard to concentrate on anything else at the same time), and he rose up further
so that he was on his hands and knees. Ikki just stared at him, as if to say
you can't quit now, that's not fair. "Look, do you want this or not? If you do,
get up so I can reach." Ikki did as he was asked, holding onto Kazu's
shoulders-- he was still wearing the shirt that had been under his hoodie, the
wrinkled white dress shirt that had been under his uniform jacket a couple of
hours ago-- instead of his hair this time. Kazu didn't make any move except to
gasp and clench his hands in the sheets, though, and that was when Ikki
realized what Sano was doing.
"Kazu?" He asked, as if waiting for permission for something.
"Just--" Kazu's breath hitched. "--wait, I'll get to you." He was breathing
hard, gasping, and Ikki squeezed his shoulder. He couldn't bring himself to
stretch up further and look over Kazu's back to get a good look at what Sano
was doing, not when looking at his face seemed wrong enough. Kazu's mouth was
open and his eyes were closed, and his face was flushed. Ikki was pretty sure
he didn't want to see what was making Kazu look like that. The most he could do
was look up, so that he met Sano's eyes. Or rather, he would have had Sano's
eyes not also been closed. Ironically, he looked less smarmy and perverted and
conniving than Ikki had ever seen him look before.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Ikki half-whispered, curiosity getting the better of him
at last.
"I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it," Kazu managed to say, barely, and that
hadn't been a real answer. But either it was true or Kazu really wanted to
avoid the question (probably the former, because Kazu really wouldn't be
putting up with it for a second if he didn't like it), because he picked that
moment to be ready to go down on Ikki again.
It didn't take very long, even with the lingering doubt that he was getting a
blowjob from his best friend holding him back, and when he came Kazu choked and
sputtered. That was a bit of a relief-- it would have been a little too
scarring to have Kazu swallow like a girl in a porn movie, because that would
mean he was used to doing that with Sano. Kazu doing this on a regular basis
with Sano was not something he wanted to dwell on, because that was just
freaky. As soon as Ikki fell back away from him, Kazu was panting for air as if
Ikki had been strangling him, the force of his harsh breaths sending his blond
bangs upward and downward-- no, that wasn't it, his hair was moving because he
was, rocking back and forth with Sano's movements. Sano's eyes were open again
by then, and Ikki did meet his eyes that time-- he looked dazed, unfocused, and
still not like a leering pervert. (Of course, he was still a leering pervert.
He was having sex with someone six and a half years younger than he was. He
just didn't look quite like one.)
"I'm gonna go take a bath," Ikki announced, sliding carefully off the bed so
that he wouldn't knock Kazu down. He wasn't going to be able to handle sitting
there and watching the rest. There was a line between freaky but tolerable and
absolutely gross, and that line was now firmly between messing around with Kazu
and watching Kazu have sex with Sano. Sano nodded, obviously more with it than
his distant eyes indicated, but Kazu's only answer was a long groan. Yeah, Ikki
was leaving now. He closed the door behind him and slunk away from Sano's room,
shirt and jacket still open-- he took the time to zip up his slacks, if only
because he didn't want Akito shoving his hands down them.
"Fucking awesome, crow, he's going to be having fits over this for months."
Agito's snarl made him jump. At least it was Agito, which at least meant that
the inevitable crying fit followed by attempted molestation was delayed for a
couple of hours. Long enough to let him take a bath in peace, anyway.
"Shut the hell up," Ikki said, slamming the bathroom door behind him. This had
been a terrible idea-- but like he'd thought before, at least Kazu wasn't going
to be going around telling people. And hell, no one believed Sano when he went
around waggling his eyebrows and implying that he did all kinds of things with
Kazu, if only because of the age difference and the fact that nobody would call
Kazu gay for fear of getting their teeth knocked out by either Ikki or Kazu
himself. They really weren't going to believe that Ikki had ended up in Sano's
bed with both of them. Well, besides Akito, but everyone knew he was irrational
when it came to Ikki. And Mikan, who already thought he was gay.
...at least it had been Agito in the hallway and not Mikan.
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