Notes: Opened up a drabble request on my LJ a few months ago. Here are the results.
For: wednesdayschild
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Kaga/Mitani
Red-Laced Arsenic
388 words
It always turned Kaga on to kiss Mitani and taste the flavor of smoke in his mouth. It was different from the welcome bitterness he found at the end of a cigarette; filtered through someone else's mouth, it was almost sweet.
Of course, Kaga reflected, that might just be Mitani.
Fingers slipped under his shirt and across the small of his back. Harsh breathing and small, needy sounds were exchanged in the centimeter of space left between them as they kissed, parted, and kissed again.
It wasn't just the taste of smoke that turned him on though; there was Mitani himself, after all. Kaga pressed the smaller boy into the brick of the school wall, one hand in that brilliant auburn hair, flippy to the point where you could almost say it was as irreverent as the rest of Mitani's attitude. And those brilliant violet eyes, squeezed shut, as that dark pink mouth moved over his, familiar and knowing.
Devious, he thought, catching a moan in his throat.
High school had been good to Mitani. He'd grown a little taller but remained lithe and slender. His attitude hadn't improved much, though.
Another thing Kaga found irresistible about Mitani; he was so easily and willingly corrupted.
Kaga had been the one to introduce Mitani to smoking in the first place. And seeing the slender white stick dangling from his boyfriend's mouth never failed to make his blood run hot. He'd taught Mitani to appreciate leather too, and the purr of a motorbike.
Kaga was admittedly bad for Mitani's health and well-being.
But, oh, damn, he hadn't taught Mitani that smoldering look with the lowered lashes casting shadows on his pale cheeks. Or that trick with his tongue that made Kaga near white out.
He considered that maybe the side of Haze High during late afternoon hours was not a good place or time to be conducting a thorough investigation of the other boy's anatomy. He weighed the pros and cons, then mentally held a lighter to the lists.
What could he say? He liked boys with violet eyes. They had some kind of hold on him.
It didn't hurt that Mitani corrupted Kaga almost as well as Kaga him.
Which explained this flagrant disregard for their surroundings, Kaga supposed, stripping Mitani of his shirt, feral grin in place.
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