AN: Sorry I'm late. I just couldn't get started and it's been an annoyingly lazy month for me. Here you have Chapter 12 and I'm really excited about it. I've been waiting for a really long time to write a certain part of this since the very beginning like a year ago. Maybe a little less than a year 'cause I think I added the first two at the same time (can't remember, not important). So I'll get out of your hair and on with the show!
Rating/Warnings: NC17/Yaoi; harsh language
Pairings: TezuRyō; Golden Pair; MoKaiMo; InuRen; KawaFu
Disclaimer: I do not own PoT
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1600 hours: STOPP Flight Hangar--
Eiji looked to his watch and smiled. He and Ōishi had scheduled a flight practice session for the time of the interrogation. Tezuka and Fuji would be observing Inui and Kaidō, Kawamura said he wanted to do some more researching for his date that evening, and Echizen and Momo-Chan were probably going to spend some time working out at the private gym. Eiji sighed and walked to his ship in the STOPP hangar. Ōishi should be there any minute.
The redhead heard footsteps approaching from behind rather quickly and turned with a smile. Ōishi was running up to him, panting a bit and smiling slightly. He slowed a few steps from his lover and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Eiji raised a brow with a smile and took him by the hand. They went to the evasion ship and Eiji turned to Ōishi.
"Sorry I'm late, Eiji. I lost track of time when I was refilling the cotton swabs at the infirmary."
"You're not late."
The medic looked to his watch. "I thought you said... oh."
Eiji smiled. "What time did you think it was?"
"The clock on the wall said it was already quarter after."
"That's odd."
"Yeah, I didn't notice before."
"It's ok."
They climbed into their respective ships and off they went. Eiji never ceased to amaze when he was flying seriously and Ōishi was the only one that could keep up with him. They danced around the skies for just over an hour then Eiji's stomach started to grumble. He radioed to Ōishi and they headed back. The evader climbed out of his ship and down the ladder. He waited for a minute or two and walked around to Ōishi's ship. At the foot of the machine, he called up to his lover and teammate.
"Oi, are you coming down? I'm hungry!"
Ōishi looked down to him with a devious sparkle in his eye and Eiji smiled.
"That's not going to do anything for my appetite."
"It's a little tight up here. Do you think you could help me out?"
Eiji smirked and climbed the rungs. He leaned in and reached for the harness release on the seat. "Better?"
"A little." Ōishi heard the click and looked to those big dark orbs. The two men stared at each other, Ōishi gnawing his lips and Eiji licking his. The medic wrapped his fingers loosely around the evader's wrist and guided it carefully. "There's more of a problem here."
Eiji let his hand move over Ōishi's thigh to his crotch and squeezed gently. The medic closed his eyes briefly and inhaled sharply. "You mean this?"
"Yeah..."
Eiji smirked and rubbed gently. "Well you're the doctor. What should I do?"
"Nnh... I don't know. I need a proper diagnosis first." He looked to Eiji as the redhead reached for the zipper on his jumpsuit.
"We'll need to take this off first."
"Sounds good." There was movement at the closures to his pants and then a cool draft.
Eiji pulled Ōishi out of his pants and brushed his fingers over the growing length. "Looks swollen."
"It feels kind of warm too."
"Would you like a cooling pad or an ice pack?" the redhead teased.
Ōishi smirked. "Maybe a little massage therapy."
Eiji wrapped his hand loosely around the thick rod and stroked gently. "How's that?"
"Nnh... better."
"I'm glad..."
"I hear this sort of thing is contagious."
"Yeah?"
"Do you feel any tightness or swelling, Eiji?"
"Not really." He smirked and gripped tighter.
"Ngh... I should probably check, just to be sure."
"Do you think it's necessary?"
"I do. I am a doctor, after all."
Ōishi lowered Eiji's zipper and reached down, stroking rough but slow. Eiji tensed a bit and leaned in. Their lips met briefly and Eiji pulled himself from his lover. Ōishi smiled again as he watched the redhead lift his leg into the flight deck. He shrugged out of his coveralls and sat in Ōishi's lap facing him. They smirked again and pressed their lips together. Eiji reached up and grabbed a handle. Ōishi slid his hands back and into the back of Eiji's pants. He rubbed at the tight hole as Eiji pulled down the canopy.
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1607 hours: IAF Interrogation Room--
Inui listened carefully to Kaidō as he began asking questions. He watched the subject just as carefully trying to gauge the responses. The two had done countless interrogations together since Kaidō joined the team about a year and a half earlier, but there was something different this time. The younger man's questioning played well off Inui's information and they had a very high success rate. Inui noticed Kaidō was a bit more relaxed this time. He was speaking calmly and looking blankly at the subject. If it was possible, he was even more intimidating currently than he'd been in the past. What happened?
Kaidō flipped through the pages on the table next to him. He was a little surprised at himself the way he was acting and speaking. It was more subtle than before, more rational, more relaxing. His voice was even and low, his posture was almost inviting, but he could tell from the subject that he was still just as threatening. This guy was easy... he had a tell when he lied, probably something he wasn't even aware of. He was the weak link of the group. Kaidō noticed the subject would hold his breath briefly after a statement they suspected was a lie. The response was simple. Kaidō looked to the subject and stared at him blankly until he broke.
It worked for almost an hour. Inui nodded to Kaidō when he was happy with the notes he'd gathered and the two men stood. They exited the room and stopped just outside the doorway. Inui glanced over his notes and spoke softly.
"What was that?"
Kaidō turned slightly. "What?"
"Your new tactic. It's interesting."
"Thanks."
"Where did it come from?"
"Don't know."
"Well it works... so don't lose it."
"Understood."
Inui opened the door to the observation room and Kaidō felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. His brow furrowed and he grabbed it. Text message? It flipped open and he pressed a few buttons. 'Training center 2nd floor when you're done' it read. From Momo... The corner of Kaidō's mouth twitched in what could have been a smile. They still had three more subjects to go before they were finished for the day. He hoped with the information they'd just acquired, it wouldn't be too difficult. He smirked, closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
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1611 hours: IAF Interrogation Observation--
Momo quietly opened the door to the observation room. He slipped in almost silently and heard the unusually soothing voice of his team's interrogation specialist. Momo raised a brow and looked to the cameras along the side of the room. He stepped up behind the console controller and his eyes went immediately to Kaidō. He'd been wanting to watch the interrogator a lot lately... almost like he was infatuated with the man. They'd spent the time in the private gym on opposite sides of the same room burning energy and sweating from the weights.
It took Momo a lot of willpower to stay in that area without doing... what? Talking to Kaidō? That wouldn't have been so bad, just awkward. Kissing him? Touching him? Holding him...? It was a strange sensation and Momo was lost in the mesmerizing voice. His eyes only left Kaidō on the screen to look at him through the two-way mirror. That guy...
Renji's eyes shifted over his shoulder when he noticed Momo hadn't really moved from the recording console. His head turned slightly, then he heard shuffling. The young navigator was only a few steps behind him and off to his right just a bit. He felt the intense gaze from the spiky haired brunette shoot past his shoulder. He'd probably gotten into an argument with Kaidō-kun earlier or something. But why would he come to watch? He wouldn't be able to do anything until after it was over, and even when they were finished, their captain and the director were right there.
He brushed it off and his eyes returned to the three men in the room on the other side of the glass. They were arranged as usual – the two STOPP officers at opposite long ends of the table, Inui closest to the door, with the captive between them. The questions came mostly from Kaidō, but they played off each other rather well. Renji's eyebrow twitch suddenly. He eyed Kaidō warily wondering what sort of relationship he currently had with his 'doctor' and his eyes shifted again. There was sudden movement behind him and the door opened and closed softly again.
Momo gnawed on his lip as he left the small room. His temperature was rising oddly the longer he watched Kaidō. That strange calm exterior he'd presented in that room with Inui. The snake's words resounded in Momo's head and he clenched his fist. He'd heard that calm voice before... when they'd had sex in the storage shed. The memory went directly to his groin and he walked faster. He wasn't sure where he was going until he ended up back at the training center. There was a sauna and a hot tub there and he figured he'd try to relax a bit.
On the second level, Momo was seated alone in a large bubbling bowl of hot water. He set his phone to remind him to get out in about ten minutes and lingered on the home screen. His thumb moved measuredly over a few keys and the device was closed. He set it beside the towel a few centimeters from the tub and slouched down on the bench. He closed his eyes and waited to hear his alarm.
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1743 hours: Kawamura Sushi Restaurant--
Ryōma sat at the counter of Kawamura's diner. The taller man was bouncing back and forth from the stove to the sink preparing some light meals for when the interrogation was over. Kawamura tried not to think about Fuji's absence, but it was unavoidable. The strategist had been all over his thoughts for several months and it had only gotten worse over time.
"Kawamura-senpai, do you want me to turn the sink off for you?"
The older man turned with slightly wide eyes. "Oh, yes please."
Ryōma slipped from his seat and walked around the counter. "Is there something bothering you, Kawamura-senpai?"
"Um... no. Why?"
"This doesn't seem like something you would do." The rookie twisted the knob and the water stopped flowing.
"Oh..." He chuckled softly. "No, there's nothing like that. I guess I've gotten spoiled the last few weeks. Fuji's been helping me out a lot with the meals lately."
Ryōma nodded. "Do you want me to do anything, Kawamura-senpai?"
"Oh, you can drain the pasta I forgot about, if you want that is."
"Sure."
"And... you can call me 'Taka-san' too."
"Um..." Ryōma lifted the colander and tossed the contents lightly. "Isn't that a bit too casual?"
"No, everyone on the team calls me that so there's no reason for you not to, right?"
"O—ok."
Kawamura smiled and minced a clove of garlic. He dumped it into the sizzling wok on the stove and stirred lightly. Ryōma brought the pasta over to the chef and set it on a few folded paper towels beside Kawamura. He watched the man for a bit as several different types of vegetables and spices went into the large bowl beside him. He'd never seen the process, only eaten the final product. It was a new, almost exciting, experience for him.
"Is that why you asked if I wanted to come with you?"
"Huh?" Kawamura lifted his head with confusion in his eyes.
"So you wouldn't be alone."
He smiled feeling his face warm a bit. "Kind of."
Ryōma waited.
"I've gotten used to at least one other person being with me in the kitchen... it gets a little lonely now when there isn't anyone else here."
Ryōma stifled a laugh. He really was adorable sometimes. "Is there anything you want me to do?"
"No, you can just keep me company if you wouldn't mind."
"Ok." He took up his seat at the counter again and looked around idly.
"You also looked a little bored in the dorm. That was another reason I invited you."
"Oh... thanks. Everyone else is either training or at the interrogation."
"You didn't feel like training today?"
"I already did." Ryōma recalled the scene in the gym showers and his loins tingled. "I... I just didn't feel like going back." He took a sip of cool water and cleared his throat. "Eiji-senpai and Ōishi-senpai wanted to work on their flight skills and I figured they didn't want a tag-along."
Kawamura nodded. "That's probably not true, but a safe decision."
Ryōma raised a brow. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Kawamura tossed the contents of the wok and poured in some oil. "I'm sure they would have been happy to have you train with them, but..."
The chef paused and Ryōma leaned in. "But...?"
"Um... they have a habit of taking a lot more time than most other people when they train together."
The rookie reddened and his eyes rounded a bit. "Oh..."
"Yeah..."
There was silence, save for the sizzling on the stove and Ryōma took a long swallow from his glass. Kawamura stirred and tossed then lowered the heat and let the wok simmer a bit. He pulled a package of steak from the cooler underneath the counter and sliced it open. Ryōma watched him cut the meat into wide strips then brush them with sauce and place a group of varied vegetables at one end of each. He rolled them swiftly and placed them all in a large frying pan. The chef reached back down and grabbed another package... chicken this time. Kawamura cut them into large chunks and tossed them with some oil into a third pan. Ryōma was fascinated at how easy the guy made it seem and shook his head.
"So have you decided where you want Fuji-senpai to take you for dinner, yet?"
"Oh, yes. Eiji and Ōishi recommended a place nearby called 'Oignon' that's supposed to be really good."
Ryōma looked to him with a complete lack of understanding and Kawamura couldn't help but chuckle.
"It's French for 'onion'."
"Oh... When are you going?"
"Tonight."
Ryōma heard what he thought was excitement in Kawamura's usually timid voice.
"I think the reservation is for 9:00, but I'm not sure."
"Hope you enjoy it."
"Thank you." Kawamura turned with a smile and Ryōma smiled back. It was a first date no matter how you looked at it.
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Fuji glanced to his watch. 1837 and Inui and Kaidō were almost finished with the questioning. He took a step back from his place at the glass and stood at the recording console. There wasn't really anything left from the final captive they needed to get so he decided to bow out. He heard the door of the other room open and close and within seconds heard the same with the observation room. The older of the two glanced around the room, his eyes hesitating on Yanagi Renji, then spoke to the director.
"I believe we have gathered more than enough information at this time. Ryūzaki-Shachō, are you satisfied with this?"
"Yes. I agree with you. You know the drill. I'd like you to analyze your data more thoroughly and have the report on my desk by tomorrow evening."
"Understood, Shachō."
The woman started to leave and stopped in the doorway. "Oh, and please include Yanagi-Kachō in your analysis meeting."
"Understood."
The door closed and Fuji's eyes shifted around the room. Renji and Tezuka looked stoic as usual and Kaidō looked a little... happy? He was a strange one, but he'd been acting different lately. Maybe he'd met someone? Or got some good news about something...? Who knew, but he looked like he was itching to leave and the next thing out of his mouth confirmed it.
"Inui-senpai, if it's alright with you, could we save the meeting for tomorrow morning?"
"Sure. I'm a little hungry as it is."
Fuji took the opportunity to toss in his two cents. "Taka-san said he'd have some food prepared for when the interrogation was over. Why don't we all go there for a snack?"
Tezuka headed for the door. "I'll meet you there. I've got some business to take care of first."
Kaidō followed a few steps behind. "I'll be a little late too. I want to work off some adrenaline."
Fuji raised a brow at the two and the door was closed. The three remaining exchanged glances and vacated the room after another couple of minutes. Fuji tried to hide a smile as his imagination ran away with Tezuka's "business" and Kaidō's "adrenaline." What were they really going to do?
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Ryōma was entering the dorm about five minutes after Kawamura had gotten a text message from Fuji saying the interrogation was over. The group was headed to the diner and Kawamura needed a clean shirt. He'd been sweating over steaming pans and hot burners for a couple of hours and didn't want to smell like a public toilet when everyone got there to eat. Ryōma turned into his room and slipped his cell phone onto the charger. He decided since he was there to play around a little on the laptop he'd received from the military while he let the phone rest a bit.
After about fifteen minutes of getting absolutely nothing accomplished, he heard his phone vibrate. He looked to it and flipped it open. A message from Kawamura-senpai... no he wanted Taka-san, but that just feels weird. I'll figure it out later. Apparently he wanted to know where the hell Ryōma was with his shirt because everyone was there already. Ryōma chuckled and sent a reply apologizing and assuring the chef that his shirt would be there soon.
About that time, the rookie heard rather loud footsteps in the hall. They seemed almost panicked and he turned just as Tezuka walked through his doorway. The door slid shut and Tezuka was on him in seconds. Their lips joined roughly and Ryōma was being pushed back against the wall. Tezuka spun him around quickly and slipped a hand under his shirt. There was heat at his neck, lips kissing, tongue licking, teeth nibbling. Ryōma was hard before the other hand unbuttoned his pants.
"Ngh... Buchō..."
Ryōma felt a draft on his ass then heard some shuffling and a tear. Seconds later, there was an arm tight around his waist and wide pressure sliding deep into his rectum.
"Anh!"
"Ngh!"
His hands clenched against the wall and his eyes tightened. His mouth hung open as the pressure in his anus stopped. He felt hips against his buttocks and heard the heavy breathing at his ear. His chest heaved quickly and he reached behind him and grasped the captain's firm rear end.
"Ryōma..."
The whisper was seductively strong and all the rookie could to was nod. Tezuka's fingers tightened around the young nipple and his hips began to move. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. Ryōma's hands tensed again and he began to grind backward. They were panting and groaning and sweating... just like in the shower... and it was even better this time. Tezuka moved deeper and deeper, his hand moving from Ryōma's nipple down his stomach to his fiery erection. He gripped it tightly and stroked in rhythm with his thrusting hips.
Ryōma's head fell back to Tezuka's shoulder and wailed to the ceiling... so hot... so big... so good... His arm extended and locked, the hard chest against his back. The temperature was rising quickly and the groaning behind him became more frantic. He was almost at his limit when he felt the hand on his face. His head was pulled and there were lips against his, Tezuka's tongue prodding hungrily at his mouth... the hand on his throbbing excitement pumping tighter and faster. He was close... almost... there...
"NNNNH!"
"NNNGH!"
The captain and the rookie grunted into each other's mouth when they came and everything slowed. Their lips parted for oxygen but their faces remained close. Ryōma tried to steal a glance at his captain but couldn't keep his eyes open long enough. The fluid stopped flowing and there were lips on Ryōma's forehead and fingers in his hair. He tried to slow his breathing and smiled softly.
"Buchō..."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Ryōma giggled a bit and slowly opened his eyes to a concerned, but satisfied, looking Tezuka. "No."
"I'm glad."
"You probably couldn't if you tried."
Tezuka smiled and joined their lips again.
Ryōma's phone vibrated and he pulled from the kiss with wide eyes. Kawamura's shirt! "Shit!" He was going to be so pissed.
"What?" Tezuka pulled out and they both moaned softly again.
Ryōma cleaned himself with one hand and checked his phone with the other. "I told Kawamura I'd be there ten minutes ago."
"Oh... What did he want?"
"A clean shirt."
"Will he be alright until you get there?"
"I'm not sure." He pulled his pants on and ran to the chef's room. "He didn't want to smell like crap when everyone got there, though." The first drawer he tried was the shirt drawer and he grabbed one and raced out the door. "I'm sorry, Buchō. I'll see you later."
"Bye..." Tezuka called down from the rookie's room. He collapsed to the floor wearing a large grin and reached for the tissues. Damn that kid being so sexy and cute... What the hell happened to him?
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Fuji smiled to Kawamura across the table. They were just about done with their meals when Kawamura looked to him. He looked like he'd been wanting to say something all evening and it was beginning to wear a little on Fuji's nerves. He took a sip of wine and rested his chin in his palm.
"What is it, Taka-san?"
The dark innocent eyes widened and Kawamura dropped his gaze again. "Oh... nothing..."
"Hn... I know that isn't true, Taka-san. What's on your mind?"
"Well... I was... um..."
"Yes?"
Kawamura heaved a sigh. "Why did you agree to do this?"
Fuji's brow rose, but the smiled stayed. "What do you mean? I was the one who proposed the challenge."
"I... I know but... why?"
He shrugged. "I'm not sure." His chin left his hand and he reached for the wine again. "Perhaps I wanted an excuse to take you out on a date."
Kawamura's eyes widened and his face turned red. "How... I mean, you couldn't have known I was going to win though..."
"No." He placed his glass on the table and leaned toward the taller man. "I suppose that was just a stroke of luck, wasn't it?"
"Y... yeah." Kawamura took a large sip from his wine glass and sat back in his chair. He still looked nervous.
"Taka-san?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Wh... what?"
Their eyes met. "You were fine up until a few minutes ago, weren't you?"
"I... I guess."
"So what happened that put you so on edge?"
Kawamura fidgeted in his chair. His face was red and his eyes were darting around frantically. Fuji watched him with growing concern. The taller man looked up with a wide uncertainly desperate twinkle in his eye. Fuji leaned forward again. What was wrong with him?
"Taka-san?"
There was a large hand at the side of Fuji's head and soft lips against his. His eyes were wide and his breath was stolen. The loose grip on his head faded slowly and he felt what were probably fingers grazing down the side of his face. The sensation at his lips faded as well and he stared at Kawamura in disbelief. Taka-san... he really just--
"I'm sorry, Fuji. I'm so sorry. I'll leave now." Kawamura pushed quickly out of his chair and walked swiftly to the door.
Fuji gazed after him then looked around the room briefly. No one was really looking and he saw the waiter approaching. He smiled with a nod and stood from the table. "I'm terribly sorry for all the trouble."
"Would you like anything else, sir?"
"No, thank you."
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. After tossing a few bills on the table to cover the meal and tip rather generously, he walked to the door calmly. When he got to the sidewalk, he looked around and spotted a fading silhouette in the direction of their dorm. He took off in the same direction knowing it had to be Taka-san. He must have been a good six or seven blocks away, but he wasn't as fast a runner as Fuji. Fuji saw the dark figure growing rapidly and figured he stopped running. When he was less than a block away, he called out.
"Taka-san!"
Kawamura looked back to the man running to him and froze momentarily. It was a bit too late for him to get away, but he couldn't face Fuji after such a shameful act. There was no way... He took two steps and felt something pull on his elbow. His upper body was wrenched around and there was a hand at the side of his head and soft lips against his. He feebly tried to pull away and felt a second hand at the other side of his head keeping him still. This wasn't happening... Fuji wouldn't do this unless he... he's drunk! But he didn't have that much to drink... and even if he did--
The lips lightened from his and brushed him as Fuji spoke. "Taka-san..."
"Fu... Fuji...?"
"I've waited for you to do that for so long..."
"Fuji...!"
The lips were back at Kawamura's and the hands slipped from his face and rested loosely around his neck. Kawamura placed his hands gently at Fuji's sides and moved them slowly around to his back. He raised one hand and combed his fingers into the soft long hair. He was kissing Fuji... and Fuji wasn't trying to stop him... He was dreaming, wasn't he?
TBC...
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Oh my god! I'm so happy I don't have to skirt that whole KawaFu thing anymore. So there it is, and remember, reviews and critique are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!