Silence is not the way
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Ikki was the kind of man who put his friends, adopted family, and Airtrek above all else, and not necessarily in that order. At his age, he already knew the fact that if women could bleed, they could breed, hence it was more safe to watch than touch, and that if his friends were to swing THAT way, there was nothing he could do about it but accept and act like it was normal, because it shouldn't matter to bigger things like friendship.
The principle itself was easier said than done. He had no problems with Kazu, honestly, but that Aeon Clock hit him the wrong way, and it wasn't just all the staring he did on their behinds. Really, there couldn't be much to be said about a guy who'd fuck his boytoy in someone else's house, on a regular (daily) basis, right?
Still, Ikki was, contrary to popular belief, a man of principle. So he tolerated it on the condition (he beat it into their heads, actually) that the pair try to keep it down as much as possible while they were doing it, because unlike the girls who had a disturbing fascination for such and had taken to watching and giggling over it, Ikki and the other men in the area didn't like their sleep being disturbed in the middle of the night by the sounds of banging and unmistakably manly voices. Together.
So it was understandable when Ikki, who had gotten up in the middle of the night to empty his bladder, walked in on the pair – Kazu gagged and bound to the pipes and Sano quite vigorously but quietly humping him – he didn't know if he should tell them to continue on, or could they please at least make SOME sort of noise so no innocent passers-by would mistake the room as empty and try to go in.
Ikki settled for locking the door, sliding it shut, and wandering back to bed hoping that he'd wake up and be able to dismiss it as a random nightmare.
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1:24 AM 3/11/2007
Ahahaha! Fifteen minutes speed typing, yo!