Disclaimer: Gundam SEED characters belongs to Sunrise, Bandai and Sotsu Agency. However the plot of this quirky tale and blond-jackass boy Saigo are mine.
Warning: This chapter contains a scene describing m/m sexual fantasy as well as the gratituous shower scene. It is within the guidelines of an R rating, and those guidelines do include non-graphic sex. Unconventional character interpretation.
Author's Note: Bridge chapter before I start pumping up the angst once more. Athrun and Kira had a discussion with regards to their budding relationship. Take notes for there will be a quiz later! I finally had the chance to listen to the Suit Drama CD and IMO, the way AsuKira talked to each other in private is just like WOAH!
My sincere THANK YOU to each and everyone of you who have left a review for this quirky Kira/Athrun/Kira fic. I really appreciate it. Beta by ElsewhereCW. Any error in grammar, spelling and pacing is entirely mine for being myopic.
◊ Between Friends ◊
Kira woke up a full five minutes before the alarm buzzer went off. He stretched languidly, a silly smile plastered on his impish face. His smile widened as he remembered the incredibly nice dream he had. Well, 'nice' was a polite way of putting it. The dream had been deliciously erotic, and as usual, it had his roommate as his co-star.
He drew the blanket to his chin and closed his eyes …
Soft afternoon sunlight warmed his skin as he lay beneath a sakura
tree. The breeze blew gently, and hundreds of tiny pink petals
fluttered in the air before settling to the ground. He grabbed a
handful and tossed them in the air, his carefree laughter pealing like
bells.
He recognised the place: he was in the park where he and
Athrun had visited sometime after the war ended. They had spent a
leisurely afternoon in each other's company, amongst the sakura trees,
reminiscing about their idyllic childhood spent together on Copernicus.
Sensing a flash of movement to his right, he glanced up and his
face immediately brightened. Athrun seemed to coalesce from between the
sakura petals that were floating gently in the air – his gait easy, his
shirt unbuttoned and his low rise jeans hanging rakishly on his slim
hips. Kira sat up and smiled.
Without any hesitation, Athrun
glided closer, his every move exuding coy seduction, his green eyes
burning with an intensity that sent a shiver shooting up Kira's spine.
Kira held out his hands and pulled the dark haired youth onto his lap.
"Athrun …"
Athrun's
hands slid easily around his shoulders, trailing down his arms, cupping
his elbows gently. Smiling up at his best friend, Kira reached out and
tucked Athrun's hair behind his ears – his thumbs rubbing softly
against Athrun's cheeks, lingering longer than necessary. Athrun
smiled, and pressed himself forwards, and the next moment Athrun's
mouth was on his, kissing him gently, as if he was the most precious
thing in the universe.
Everything slowed down in the space of a heartbeat.
Kira
closed his eyes; Athrun's lips on his and his lithe body pressing
urgently against his were all he could feel. His arms automatically
curved around Athrun – one hand clutching hard at his waist, and the
other cupping the back of the dark haired youth's head, fingers
tangling in the soft midnight blue strands. The kiss seemed to go on
forever, each completely lost in the moment.
His grip on Athrun
tightened, so that he couldn't escape his embrace. Athrun arched
forwards and linked his arms around Kira's neck. Emboldened, Kira
deepened the kiss. He ran his tongue gently on the other youth's gums,
over his tongue and across his lips. He smiled as a soft, muffled moan
escaped Athrun.
Suddenly he was vaguely aware that Athrun had stopped moving. He pulled away fractionally and opened his eyes.
Athrun
was gazing at him with a look of pure devotion. His green eyes burned
with a raw yearning that set off a strange and wonderful desire deep
within him.
"Kira," Athrun breathed, so softly that he wasn't sure he whether he was hearing things in his mind. "Make love to me."
And
then Athrun was tugging his arms urgently, pulling him down to lie on
top of him. Athrun's dark and longish hair fanned out on the bed of
sakura petals, his shirt slipping off one shoulder, his lucious lips
parted seductively and his eyes … oh god, his eyes were brimming with
unbridled hunger – a hunger that begged to be fulfilled, right there
and then.
Kira suppressed a sigh as he caressed Athrun's face
tenderly, his eyes never leaving his best friend's. He brushed his lips
against Athrun's ear.
"Say it again," he whispered, his breath hot and heavy with desire.
Athrun reached up and cupped his cheeks lovingly, pulling him closer – so close that their lips almost touched.
"Make love to me," he implored, his voice low and seductive.
A
sigh escaped Kira, and his hands trembled as he pulled Athrun into a
deep, soul searing kiss. And then, he was pressing him down amongst the
sakura petals, Athrun's body pliant and willing beneath him. His hands
and mouth were everywhere; kissing, ravishing, and devouring the dark
haired youth, pleasuring him in a myriad of ways. Athrun responded with
equal enthusiasm, and shortly they were naked, skin against skin, sweat
slicked bodies joined in the most intimate manner – and Athrun was
bucking beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, nails digging sharply into his
back, pulling him closer … calling out his name over and over,
breathlessly …
"Kira … Kira … Kira …"
"Ummm."
Kira's
eyes snapped open as something warm curled around his legs. He looked
down, and his heart stopped momentarily in shock – there was something
moving underneath the blanket. Not something, his mind quickly
corrected, someone.
Heart beating nineteen to the dozen, he
grabbed at the blanket and pulled it off. Athrun's tousled head
appeared, grinning brightly.
Utterly stunned, Kira stared at him.
Eh?! he thought. When did he get in there?
"Morning," Athrun greeted cheerfully.
Kira was suddenly speechless.
Athrun
stretched lazily, and then laid his head on Kira's belly, his right arm
slung casually across Kira's upper thighs. After a while, his hand
moved, rubbing gently on Kira's hipbone, before moving slowly to stroke
the soft skin on the older boy's inner thigh. Athrun purred blissfully.
Kira stopped breathing. His t-shirt had ridden up sometime
during the night, and for some unfathomable reason, his pyjama shorts
had slid down his hips, exposing a fair bit of his groin. He was
painfully aware of his arousal (courtesy of his erotic dream), and
Athrun's lying on his stomach was not helping matters. If anything, it
made him harder. In his current state, he had no idea how his body
would react if Athrun continued to touch him that way. Dreaming about
doing it was one thing, but the thought of actually doing it still made
him nervous. Never mind the fact that Athrun wasn't actually opposed to
it. In fact, Athrun had seemed rather … keen.
What the hell
happened? This was the second day in a row he had woken up in bed with
Athrun. If this was to continue, they had better strike a mutual
understanding on how far was far enough before things got out of hand.
The alarm went off, jolting him back to the present.
"Athrun …"
"Hmm?"
Athrun murmured as he nuzzled his face against the exposed skin of
Kira's belly. His breath, warm and moist, tickled Kira, causing him to
squirm. "What is it, Kira?"
"We've got lab."
"Five
minutes. It's nice here." Athrun seemed comfortable and made no effort
to move. When Kira jerked his knee, he simply snuggled on top of the
other boy, making it impossible for him to move. Kira tried to dislodge
Athrun off him, and found to his rising horror that his limbs refused
to cooperate.
Kira made a face. "Get off me, Athrun. You're heavy."
Athrun chuckled and tweaked his bangs playfully. "You didn't complain last night," he said.
Kira
rolled his eyes. He refused to answer, and instead used every ounce of
his strength to push Athrun up and shoved him off the bed. Athrun lost
his balance and tumbled to the floor. He glared at Kira who looked at
him calmly.
"Behave," Kira said, as he stepped over the dark haired boy. "I'm using the shower first. You do the beds."
Athrun
watched his best friend's retreating back and chuckled to himself
softly. He wondered how much longer Kira was going to be in denial. It
wasn't like he hadn't noticed the way Kira's body reacted whenever they
touched, or the dreams that Kira had night after night. The sounds that
Kira made were positively obscene.
Rising slowly to his knees,
he cleared the clutter off the floor. He picked up the table lamp,
wondering how they hadn't noticed it had fallen to the floor, when his
hand bumped against something. What's this? He picked up the tube, and his eyebrows shot up.
Shaking his head in a mixture of disbelief and amusement, he straightened up and walked briskly to the bathroom.
Sod the beds. They had something much more urgent to discuss after all.
Kira hummed softly as he lathered his hair for the second time. His mind replayed his latest dream; sweet sakura petals floating in the gentle breeze, the sunshine on his back and Athrun, warm and pliant beneath him. How strange, he said silently. It's not in Athrun's nature to submit that way. If he knew Athrun well – and he thought he did – chances were Athrun would rather be in the driver's seat than play the submissive partner.
The thought made him pause. No way, he thought grimly. He's just as new to this as I am. There's no reason I can't be the one in control …
His thoughts were rudely interrupted when someone yanked the shower curtain aside. He whipped around, startled. Athrun stared at him brazenly.
"What's this?" Athrun said, shoving a tube towards him.
He blinked, first in surprise, then in embarrassment. He instantly forgot how naked and wet he was. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the tube of lube.
"Ah … hair gel?" he stammered.
Athrun rolled his eyes. "Chocolate mint flavoured edible hair gel? That's lame, Kira." He paused, and chuckled inwardly as Kira turned a deep shade of crimson.
"You … you must be mistaken."
Athrun snorted. "Really?" He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "So, how do you intend to use it?"
"On my hair?" Kira deadpanned.
This time Athrun burst into unrestrained laughter. It went on and on, until Kira suddenly remembered that Cagalli was outside and could probably hear the ruckus.
"Athrun!" he hissed. "Cagalli's outside!"
Athrun sobered. "Sorry, I forgot." He paused. "So …"
Kira cut him off. "Fine. It's lube, okay?"
"Why did you get it?" Athrun persisted, straight faced.
Kira looked uncomfortable. He didn't need this conversation, especially not when he was naked, wet, enclosed in a small space with his best friend standing not three feet away, and worse, with his twin sister just beyond the door.
"Saigo was harassing me at the store and I … I didn't have time to put it back," he blurted hurriedly.
At the mention of Saigo, Athrun's expression darkened. "Saigo was harassing you? When was this?"
"Yesterday. At the store."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think it was important."
"What did that jackass want?"
Kira shrugged. "No idea. He just followed me around."
"I see." Athrun looked thoughtful. "I still don't like it."
Kira looked perplexed. "Athrun?"
Athrun didn't immediately reply; instead, he stepped into the shower cubicle and put his hands on Kira's shoulders. The water cascaded over him, drenching him to the skin. Struggling against the surge of apprehension at the back of his consciousness, Athrun decided to come clean.
"I've seen the way he looked at you, and I hate it," he said in a rush, his eyes fixed on Kira's face. "It's as if he had something foul on his mind."
Kira couldn't believe his ears. "Athrun …"
Athrun studied him for a moment longer. "I wish you wouldn't trust him too much. He's trouble."
Tilting his head, Kira said quietly, "I know. Don't worry about it, Athrun. I'm handing in my assignment this week and hopefully that'll be the end of Saigo."
"So, he didn't try to steal it?"
Kira shook his head, puzzled. "No. Why?"
"Shit. There goes my chance to beat the crap out of him." Athrun sounded disappointed.
"Athrun!"
Looking put off, Athrun carried on. "I still haven't forgiven him for stealing mine."
"He still pisses you off, huh?"
"Yeah," Athrun replied shortly. Then he looked surprised. "Damn, I'm wet."
Glancing over, Kira gave him a dirty look. How forgetful could Athrun be? He was after all standing immediately underneath the shower.
"Uh, if you don't mind, I'll just finish my shower first," Kira reminded him. "Then it's all yours."
Athrun shrugged but didn't reply. Instead, he stripped his clothes off, balled them up and tossed them towards the sink. His aim fell short, and they fell to the floor with a wet squelch. "Damn."
Someone is definitely in a testy mood this morning, Kira thought.
Nudging him aside, Athrun stepped back inside the cubicle. Kira frowned. Sharing a shower together when they were kids was one thing; right now, it felt really odd. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked aloud.
Athrun made a face. "Pass me the shampoo."
Too stunned to disobey, Kira did as he was told. Athrun began lathering his hair vigorously, muttering under his breath. Kira watched in silence, and then he pulled Athrun's hands away.
"Here, let me do it."
Quiet fell between the two. Working silently, he smoothened the tangles and snarls out of Athrun's hair, his fingers gently massaging the other boy's scalp. Surprisingly, the act gave him a sense of calmness. He rinsed the suds out of Athrun's hair and began to wash the other boy's chest.
"Mmm." Athrun suppressed a sigh. Kira's hands, slippery with soap, felt good on his skin.
"Just don't get any funny ideas, okay?"
"What funny ideas?"
"Just behave yourself."
"I am behaving," Athrun replied.
Kira paused and said quietly, "We need to talk."
"Hm? What about?"
Kira held his gaze levelly. "Do you seriously think what we have been doing were normal acts between friends?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't mind sharing a bed with you, or washing you for that matter. But all this kissing business …"
"It's not like we hadn't done it before …"
"We were kids then!"
"So? What's the difference now?"
Kira's hands stilled in mid-motion, his eyes darting towards Athrun's. "For one thing, that. Don't look down!" Kira hissed quickly.
Athrun looked surprised. He reddened and squirmed in embarrassment. "Damn … oh god … sorry," he grimaced. "I don't know how that happened …" he trailed off.
Kira rolled his eyes. "Can you try a little control? It's making it hard for me to wash you properly," he scolded. Athrun looked apologetic. He kept his eyes focused on the tiled wall, trying not to think as Kira started to soap his legs.
"Uh … you were saying?" said Athrun, after a short pause.
"I think we need to slow down. I don't want us to do anything that we might regret later."
"Such as?"
Kira muttered something inaudible. Athrun lowered his head and looked at him curiously. "Can't hear you," he said, although he had a good idea what Kira was driving at.
"You know what I mean," Kira said, studiously avoiding his eyes. "Sooner or later one of us is not going to be satisfied with just kissing and hugging. And then what?"
Athrun went silent. To be honest, he had thought about that eventuality, but he had quickly dismissed the idea out of sheer embarrassment. The flush on his skin deepened, spreading across his chest. Kira studied him closely and suddenly the truth hit him.
"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into do you?" he asked, amazed.
Stumped for an appropriate answer, Athrun settled for the offensive. "Well, do you?" He took a half step forwards and put his hands on Kira's shoulders. "Do you?" he repeated.
If his dreams were any indicator, Kira was sure he knew what to do. "Up to a point, yes," he said. He straightened up and smiled smugly.
"Oh really?" Athrun arched an eyebrow. "As per your dreams?"
Kira frowned. "What about my dreams?"
Amused by Kira's expression, Athrun smirked and said, "Your very loud and vivid dreams. You had another one last night." He pressed close and whispered in Kira's ear, "Was it good?"
Kira's eyes slid out of focus. A dreamy look crossed his face, and he sighed, "Oh yes. You were practically begging for it, and I did you real good."
"WHAT?" Athrun gasped, not believing his ears. That was new. "Oh hey, hang on! Are you saying I'm the submissive one?"
"All the time."
"All the time?!"
Kira nodded. "You have a problem with that?" he asked, curious.
Groaning softly, Athrun buried his face in his hands. "I think my mind just got kidnapped by aliens. You have a control issue, you know that?"
"Hmm?" Kira wasn't paying attention anymore. The memory of his dream, sinfully delicious in its wickedness, occupied his mind. His pupils dilated as he gazed longingly at his co-star who was standing before him, in the flesh, naked and wet to boot. His inhibitions vanished as his primal urge took over.
Moving a step closer, he said breathlessly, "I want to know if you're serious about taking our friendship to another level, Athrun." His hands skated down Athrun's sides as he nudged against the dark haired boy. "Because I am."
Athrun blinked, disbelieving; his feet complying automatically as Kira slowly backed him against the wall. He opened his mouth to protest, but Kira pinned him against the wall and silenced him with a lingering kiss. Athrun's eyes slid shut. His arms snaked up Kira's chest and linked automatically around his neck. The sound of the water tumbling over them seemed overloud, the heat coming off their bodies ignited delicious sensations deep inside him, and the feel of Kira's breath, hot and moist, mingling with his, paralysed his mind.
Kira pulled back, but Athrun followed him, not allowing their lips to break contact. Kira chuckled and pushed him away gently, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"You liked that?" Kira asked.
Athrun nodded, and blushed.
Kira leaned close and nibbled his ear. "What about this?"
"Um," Athrun mumbled, his eyes glazing over.
"Shall I stop?" Kira looked at him with his gorgeous violet eyes and shattered his willpower.
Athrun shook his head. "No ... don't stop," he breathed huskily. Kira had him completely under his spell, and he swore that Kira knew it. A small breathless sound escaped him as Kira nipped his chin lightly. His vision went hazy as Kira rubbed his leg briefly between his. His legs turned to jelly, his mind totally wiped out. Whatever token protest he had died unvoiced as he buried his face on Kira's shoulder. Kira chuckled softly and dipped his hand into the almost non-existent space between their bodies, rubbing lightly.
"See? Submitting's not too bad, is it?" Kira purred seductively.
Athrun shook his head again and wrapped his arms tightly around his best friend. "I trust you," he murmured. His eyes slid shut, and he pressed their cheeks together. And then he sighed, and surrendered himself completely.
To be continued
Did Athrun get done? Oo Make of it what you will :D :D :) .Reviews appreciated.