Disclaimer: I do not own Genju no Seiza. No profit is being made from this work of fiction.

Warnings: Inter-species kissing and boys love content.

Beginning Notes: This isn't a very popular series, but I adore it. Unfortunately, I don't believe they're publishing it anymore, which is a damn shame. These two have such an adorable relationship and I couldn't help but write a little make-out session starring them. Out of the both of them, and in my opinion, Fuuto would be the aggressor. So, that's how I've written them here.


Squawk

By: Rinhail


Fuuto couldn't explain what drove him to do it. All he knew was one minute he was walking beside Garuda, listening to his guardian berating Fuuto for being too reckless, again. And then something in Fuuto snapped, and he grabbed the half-bird by his broad shoulders and began making out with his mouth.

It was a strange feeling. Garuda's tongue felt much like his own – human. It was marginally thinner and much longer, but had the same texture, softness and wetness to it. And he was quickly becoming turned on by those facts, which felt both wrong and right. Garuda wasn't even human, not entirely, and Fuuto didn't have an exact standing on bestiality, but he certainly never pictured himself partaking in it anytime soon.

Besides that, Garuda was an asshole. He was bitchy, bossy and a general downer. Certainly not a personality Fuuto saw himself finding interest in. The flipside to all of this, all of Garuda's faults, was deep down Fuuto liked the bird. He protects him, cherishes him like no other has done before; he's smart, confident in his skin and under that strong sense of duty, a kind heart beats.

It can't be wrong to kiss a good person, right?

So with a little more resolve pumping through his veins, Fuuto pushes forward. He uses all the strength his human teenage body can muster and drives Garuda against a nearby wall, all the while deepening the kiss between them.

Garuda is kissing back now. His beak is mildly irritating as it scraps against Fuuto's jawline, but Garuda's hands are running down his back comfortably and that makes up for the slight annoyance of that bill. Garuda sighs and Fuuto answers that appreciation by pressing himself even closer to Garuda's body.

Everything feels satisfying and with every second that passes, Garuda inches his fingers inwards Fuuto's crack. A car horn down the street however breaks the atmosphere and Fuuto disengages so quickly he loses his balance. Luckily, and like always, Garuda is there to grab him before he falls.

There are no words spoken for a short while, not until their breaths can be caught, and hearts calmed to a regular rhythm.

After a full minute, Fuuto finally catches his breath enough to say, "We should get home."

Garuda nods without answering. He wipes his mouth free of either Fuuto's taste or saliva and picks himself off of the wall to walk ahead of Fuuto. Fuuto stares after him, wondering if maybe with that small action of Garuda wiping his mouth clean he regrets what just happened between them? But then why did Garuda kiss back so… vehemently?

Fuuto clenches his fist, a strong resolution flowing through his entire body this time, and races after the big bird. Whatever the answers to his questions Garuda decides to say, Fuuto knows that once the two of them make it back home – they are doing that again.


End Notes: d Did you like aggressive Fuuto? Did you like any of it? Leave any type of comments you like. I appreciate everything you have to say.