Chapter 1: Fuyuhiko/Kazuichi: Seven Minutes In Heaven

"C'mon, man, please—"

Fuyuhiko couldn't believe this. He didn't know what was worse. Being in a tiny, cramped closet with Kazuichi or knowing full well what they were supposed to do in said closet.

Seven minutes in heaven, his ass. Sonia could offer him his goddamn freedom and he still wouldn't agree to this.

"No." He snaps for the fifth time, short and clipped.

"But duuuuuuude... " Kazuichi whined, tugging incessantly at his arm. There was no reason to, really. The closet was locked, so it wasn't like he could leave.

Hell, it was too cramped to even have personal space. Kazuichi's arms were braced against the wall on either side of Fuyuhiko's head, most likely to help keep them from awkwardly full-body touching, but that was uncomfortable in of itself. He had to stare up at Kazuichi, too, because the only other alternative was looking down and that was even weirder.

"No. I am not," He inhales, crossed arms tense. "Kissing you."

"Hey!" Kazuichi pouted, brow furrowing. "Don't make it sound so...so weird! I just wanna go through with this because-"

"Because your Miss Sonia dared us to do this in the first place, I heard you the first three goddamn times!" Fuyuhiko blew a frustrated breath through his nose. This entire situation was ridiculous, and he had no idea what Kazuichi's thought process was behind this.

Kissing Fuyuhiko will...somehow progress he and Sonia's nonexistent relationship? That was just silly. All it was gonna do is get the both of them teased mercilessly about it, and make things awkward.

"Then why can't we do it?" Kazuichi, using all three of his brain cells, asks immediately. Fuyuhiko drags a tired, tired hand down his own face.

"Because it's stupid, and I said no."

"THOSE AREN'T REASONS, MAN, C'MON."

"Quit yelling! Your breath stinks!" A lie, but still.

"Is that why you don't wanna? I got gum in my pocket, hold on," Kazuichi rushes to shove a hand into his mechanic outfit, and Fuyuhiko sighs.

"Can't we just...say we did it? Sit in here a little while longer, rustle our clothes up some, and they won't know a difference." He tries to reason and doesn't even know why he's trying.

Normally, he'd just threaten somebody until they quit annoying him. Why was Kazuichi any different? Whatever, not like he had time to dissect himself psychologically.

"Miss Sonia will know." Kazuichi says solemnly. Fuyuhiko's mouth opens to argue, but he continues, "She just will. We gotta do this full throttle, or not at all."

"Not at all sounds great, then."

"What if I say please?" Kazuichi, inadvertently or not, leans closer.

"Still no." Fuyuhiko dismisses.

"What about pretty please?"

"Huh, now that you say that…" He says, watching Kazuichi's face light up. "No."

The sad puppy look almost makes him feel bad. Almost. If Kazuichi's annoying crush on Sonia wasn't half his goddamn reasin for being, Fuyuhiko wouldn't be so uptight about it. His fixation on her is just creepy, and Fuyuhiko really didn't like it, for some reason.

"Pleaaaaase…." Kazuichi whines, leaning closer again, and Fuyuhiko resists the urge to avert his eyes. He could probably count his eyelashes at this level of closeness, but he's not gonna, because that's weird. "Just a peck!"

Fuyuhiko massages his temples. Then, just like that, "Okay."

Kazuichi blinks, mouth parting with shock. "Okay?"

"Yep. You heard me." Fuyuhiko grins, spiteful and slow. His reasoning behind agreeing was just...to be blunt, he thinks Kazuichi is too much of a coward to actually do it. All you gotta do is hand him the reins and watch him fumble awkwardly, and that's exactly what the yakuza planned on doing. "C'mon, mack on me already. These lips ain't getting any younger."

"Uh…." Kazuichi appears to find the ground very fascinating suddenly. Fuyuhiko represses a snicker. "Alright."

"That's what I thought." Fuyuhiko says smugly, and then... "Wait, what—"

Two calloused hands cup his face, surprisingly gentle, as Fuyuhiko gets an up-close look of Kazuichi's hesitant expression before he leans in, and then, just like that, Fuyuhiko's being kissed. It's overwhelmingly childish, just a mash of tight-lipped mouths. Clearly Kazuichi had about as much experience as he did.

Fuyuhiko stays stiff a good few moments, before he gives up on life entirely and goes with it. Or he tries to, but boy, is Kazuichi making it hard. The hands on his face were trembling. Maybe it was nerves, or the fact that he doesn't really wanna do this.

Fuyuhiko pulls back just enough to speak, whispering lowly. "Don't be so stiff. It feels like a statue is trying to make out with me."

He almost immediately regrets saying that last part, but Kazuichi's full-face flush makes the embarrassing statement worth it.

"How do I…" Kazuichi whispers back, looking anywhere but Fuyuhiko. "Uh. Y'know."

"Hell if I really know. Not like I have much experience either." Fuyuhiko admits. "Just...here, hold on."

He tugs Kazuichi down, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Runs a hand through his dyed hair for good measure, something he's seen a lot in romance movies. Given the other boy's sharp inhale, he didn't dislike it.

"Start slow, and don't tense up." He warns, trying to go about this in a clinical teaching way, if just so he didn't have to come to terms with what this actually was. "Move your mouth a little, too. I think that's how you're supposed to do it."

The second kiss goes better, if only somewhat. It felt a little too real now, the way Kazuichi's lips moved hesitantly against his own. Something builds in Fuyuhiko's chest, and he tries to ignore it, leaning on the tips of his toes to make the height difference less.

Something warm and wet slides across the seam of his mouth, oh god that's his tongue isn't it, and all he can think to do is let his lips part while the fluttering, nauseating feeling in his stomach increased tenfold.

Having someone else's tongue in your mouth wasn't as gross as he'd imagined. Maybe it helped that Kazuichi tasted like the dessert they'd eaten earlier at dinner, chocolate-y and slow as it brushed against the inside of Fuyuhiko's mouth.

Sharpness snagged against his bottom lip, leaving a smarting sting.

"Fuck—" He pulls away briefly to mumble, glare half-hearted at best. "Watch the teeth, idiot."

"Sorry." Barely leaves Kazuichi's mouth before he's kissing Fuyuhiko's again, twice as eager as before with half the previous hesitation.

His teeth manage to scrape against Fuyuhiko's lip three more times during the kiss, but he's too distracted to really care. It's when his tongue is being sucked on gently that he finally thinks huh, this is probably more than a peck.

Kazuichi's hands leave his face. Before he can ask what's wrong, a grip settles on his waist, and he nearly coughs into the kiss out of shock. Kazuichi pulls away, just enough to bury his face into Fuyuhiko's neck. He huffs out a breathy little laugh. His lips are nearly touching Fuyuhiko's skin.

"What're we even doing?" His grip slides low, moving to Fuyuhiko's hips.

"B-beats me." Fuck, why did he stutter. "...You wanted to."

"Yeah."

They fall into a silence that's surprisingly not as uncomfortable as you'd think. They're probably still coming off the high of...whatever this was, and weren't currently thinking as much as they should.

Hands squeeze his waist, and when he looks down he sees that Kazuichi can nearly wrap both hands completely around his middle. Kazuichi whistles.

"You're tiny, man." He says it as if he's just realized. "I could pick you up with one arm tied behind my back."

"Do you want to die?" Fuyuhiko threatens, though it probably loses most of the effect with how hard he's blushing.

"S not a bad thing." Kazuichi's breath puffs against the sensitive side of his throat, and he swallows. "I sorta like it. Miss Sonia is taller than me, so I kinda wish-"

If you asked Fuyuhiko why he jerked Kazuichi backward by the hair, mashing their mouths together with an almost angry ferocity, well...he'd deny any of this ever happened. And then probably murder you.