Art of Eavesdropping
by Yukitsu
Disclaimers: Standard Disclaimers Apply
Sano x Kazu
Sano was very skilled at espionage and infiltration. Sneaking up on people (little boys) had been an endeavor he had sought to master long ago. He was almost as good as tuners at eavesdropping, and would have been as excellent as one, too, if they didn't have natural-born talent as their difference.
The point was that everyone could learn the skill given the right amount of brain cells, and perhaps practice. And while Sano was of the opinion that Kazu was very, very cute (fuckable), he quite lacked a few things. A whole brain, apparently.
"Keep quiet!" the Aeon Clock hissed as Kazu opened his mouth to say something again. There it was, the conversation on Genesis and the Sleeping Forest, under the overlying tunes and melodic, nasal, irritating way the tuner talked. There was no way Kana had not heard them yet, given the noise they (Kazu) were making, but Sano reckoned that the tuner didn't really care who heard them. It was Rika who he was trying very hard to hide from.
The last time she had hit him, he could have sworn it had knocked his skull loose for a precious few moments. She probably hit harder than Akira Udou did. Wrestlers were rather frightening beasts.
"But—"
Kazu's muffled squeak seemed deafening even as Sano pressed their lips together and he trapped the boy against the wall. He listened anxiously to see if the former Thorn Queen had heard, and was relieved to find that they were still talking.
When the blond in his arms started flailing, Sano deepened the kiss.
Which was a mistake, really, a miscalculation, because that made Kazu jerk his head back and it consequently banged against the wall. Resoundingly hard.
Everything went silent. Pause. Three seconds. Running footsteps.
Sano did what common sense dictated and stuck his hand in the future Flame King's pants. A long, rough stroke would effectively render Kazu speechless for the next two minutes, according to his calculations, and that should be enough to get the both of them out of this mess.
The younger stormrider let out a strangled moan just as Rika appeared around the corner. Sano blinked up at her, and she blinked right back down.
Kana whistled, walking more leisurely behind her.
"Ah…. I'm sorry, did we interrupt something?" he asked politely, making a show of pressing closer to Kazu in an attempt to protect the boy's modesty. This, of course, elicited another moan.
Rika merely raised an eyebrow at him in what he's learned to interpret as the This-Is-Not-A-Motel Look. Sano smiled that crooked smile that said I'll-Pay-You-Motel-Fees-Tomorrow.
"You better," the wrestler said, turning around and stalking away with the tuner at her heels. "And get a room, everyone in the house can hear you like this."
"Yes, of course," Sano murmured, adjusting his eyeglasses and catching Kazu's fist before it pummeled his face.
"What," Kazu hissed, choking on his words, "the fuck is wrong with your goddamn head?"
"I didn't want to die," he answered simply, resuming what he was doing. "Right now, though, I'm horny."