A/N: A little one-shot where our intrepid sniper indulges her voyeuristic side a bit...and discovers a secret. Takes place before Adam and Sio get together at the end of the anime. R18; inspired by my incredibly erotic Skeb commission XD;;


"Excuse me Miss Nobunagun, but would you mind taking this over to Mr. Jack?" A brown-paper-wrapped box was presented to her, the addressee 'Adam Muirhead' clearly written on the top. Mail service had been delayed that week, and so all holders who got care packages, letters, etc., were receiving them piecemeal.

"H-Huh? M, m-m-me?" The brunette literally started quaking in place as she heard that dreaded name, 'Jack'. Though he was a savvy fighter—and technically he did save her ass (and Asao-san) in Taiwan—Sio Ogura would not, under any circumstances, consider him to be anything more than her hot-headed, acerbic senior at DOGOO who wasted no opportunity to complain about her lack of skill and qualifications.

Oh, and whom also happened to be the leader of the platoon she was a part of. Sad.

"Sure, I mean you guys are both part of the Second Platoon, right?" The ensign (no doubt he was a fresh-faced intern, she didn't recognize this particular crew member and therefore he was completely oblivious to Jack the Ripper's reputation) gave her a curious glance. "Unless...oh I'm so sorry, you must be busy with all your other duties—" The intern bowed repeatedly to a much-frazzled Sio.

"—Oh no, I don't mind...it's okay, I'm free right now so I'd be...happy to deliver his uh, package..." Sio laughed nervously, cursing at her own conscience. If it had been anybody else—heck even Newton was more approachable (marginally)—but no. It had to be to the one man who made her life a living hell, in more ways than one. Not only did he constantly pick on her for just about anything—but for some deranged, inexplicable reason, he was also quite handsome.

And Sio wouldn't deny she'd spent more than just a few hours fantasizing about that ripped body (hah) of his in...less-than-decent ways. But that was reasonable, wasn't it? A teenager has needs, after all, what with all her hormones going haywire at her age. Besides, finding someone physically attractive did not mean she had any feelings for him, no thank you...or at least, this was the lie she desperately tried to convince herself of, whenever she woke up in a flush of sweat from another of those 'dreams'.

'Damn it, why did I say yes...' She heaved a sigh and shuffled towards the holder's quarters aboard the A. Logan. 'Might as well get this over with...'

Maybe she'd be lucky and Jack would be out. Then she could simply leave the package in front of his door and be gone before he knew it. Out of curiosity, the sniper looked down at the box in her hands. The writing was all in English, but she slowly made out the return address in the corner. "London...England, United Kingdom..." Her eyes caught the name 'Muirhead' as the return sender, and it occurred to her this must be a package from his family. "Now that I think about it, I wonder what his family's like? Jack's never really talked about...well, anything, now that I think about it." Sio vaguely recalled some part of a conversation one night in the lounge, when their leader offhandedly mentioned living with his mother before being swept up as part of DOGOO.

'I wonder if it's just his mother...maybe that's why the way he is, growing up like that. It probably wasn't easy...'

Still, that didn't excuse his asshole behaviors towards her. Sio wished they could have a chance to at least sit down and have a decent conversation like civil people, but that would probably never happen until the end of their war against the Objects. If ever. Her footsteps slowed as she approached his door, the nameplate Muirhead A. plainly engraved on the front. She gulped, and mentally prepped herself before knocking.

'Okay Sio, you can do this; it's not hard, just knock and say you have a package from his family, give it to him and leave. Yeah, no need to make it complicated, just head straight out after this...' Her fist was about to touch the door when she heard a faint grunt from inside, and the sniper pulled back in surprise. "J, Jack-san? Uh, are you in there...?" There was no response save for an oddly-stilted, muffled groan... Sio couldn't fathom what was going on; she'd never heard such sounds before. It sounded like he was exerting a lot of physical strength doing...something? 'Is he doing extra training in his room?' She wouldn't put it past him; he did have an impressive physique, after all. Her cheeks grew warm and Sio hurriedly pinched her nose before she could break out into another nosebleed.

'No no no, don't be thinking about those things now, Sio! Just knock and give him the stuff and leave!'

She knocked again, timidly. "Um, Jack-san? I, I have a package for you..." Her voice trailed off as she thought she heard the sound of fabric rustling, and assumed Jack was coming. Yet the door still didn't open.

"Okay, what the heck is going on...are you in there or not?" Huffing, Sio grabbed the handle and turned the knob, just as she heard her name.

"Sio..."

"About time..." She muttered, letting herself in. The room was dim, and as soon as she walked in Sio could hear the thumping background track of some EDM or electronic music playing. 'No wonder he didn't hear me...' Wondering why it was so dark, the sniper turned the short hallway from the entrance of the suite into the main sleeping/living area of Jack's quarters; only to be greeted with a scene that she never would have imagined, even in her wildest, wettest dreams.

The e-gene holder of Jack the Ripper lay sprawled out on top his sheets, propped up on one elbow and utterly naked as he stroked his sizable erection with fervor. Sio stayed frozen in place as her eyes took in the entire picture, drinking in this incredibly erotic sight. He was big. The tip was an angry, swollen red as his fingers curled around it, and Sio swore she could see the veins along his member throb. Length-wise perhaps only a bit more than average, but his girth...unconsciously she swallowed, as her heart pounded in her chest. Not that she'd ever seen any other guy's, but still. Her eyes trailed to the sparse, wiry curls ('I guess that is his real hair color, since the curtains match the drapes'), then to his pointed, swollen nipples as she felt her body flush with a sudden heat. His entire, well-muscled body was shining with sweat as he continued pumping slowly, eyes closed in ecstasy as he moaned.

"Ugn...nng, yeh that's good..." His chest heaved up and down as his hand thumbed the swollen, engorged head, causing a tremble to work its way throughout his entire body as his balls bounced in time with the strokes. Muscles tensed and twitched, Jack shivering every so often as precum leaked from the tip. The other hand gripped the sheets into a ball as Jack grit his teeth, head thrown back from from the sensations.

While the man was writhing with pleasure, Sio recovered a bit of her senses and immediately dove behind the narrow side of his writing desk. 'Oh my god! Oh my freaking god, what the hell am I going to do now?!' the sniper mentally screamed as the she curled into the tightest ball possible. 'If he finds me, I'm dead meat!' Jack already made her life hard enough as is; if he discovered she'd walked in on him while he was masturbating, she'd never, ever live it down. 'As if I haven't done this once already...' Since the moment Sio had also walked in on the Ripper in the changing room before their first mission together, Jack never failed to remind her of her 'peeping tom' behavior at the most inopportune times.

Why did she always get herself into these situations? 'Am I just unlucky, or is someone out there to get me...' she groused silently, careful to not even breathe too loud. The music was still playing so she did have some cover, but it'd only been a fluke that Jack's eyes were closed when she'd entered. Sio shuddered; she didn't want to think about how that would've turned out.

More distressing now was how the hell she was going to get herself out of this situation. The hallway was only a short distance away, but every time Sio peeked out just slightly she could see those green orbs; and given how he was moving, who knew if and when he might just turn his head her way. 'Damn it!' I don't know if I can take the risk...' And so there really was no choice except to sit where she was, hidden in the smallest corner while she tried her best to not listen to her platoon leader's...intimate moment. At first the sniper tried to focus on the music, but soon it became futile; especially as Jack grew more vocal.

"Ah yeh...that's good love, yeh that's it...fuck, that's good..." Thick, moist sounds of skin and flesh made their way to her ears no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the electronic beats; and to Sio's horror, she found herself getting turned on as the sniper couldn't help but listen to the sensual sounds.

'What the hell...! Come on body, you've got to be kidding me...' At least it was just sounds...even if it did include the occasional moan, and sexy grunts, and low, throaty growls accompanied by a schlick, shlick movement... Sio groaned silently and wondered how much longer she'd have to endure this, especially as a familiar heat built up in her core. 'I didn't even know guys could make sounds like that...it makes him seem, well...human, I guess.' But that made sense; after all, the sniper made similar noises herself whenever she woke up from one of her steamy dreams, and needed to relieve the heat. 'I-I mean, not that I'm saying it's wrong to...please yourself...it's totally normal, especially for guys...'

"F, Fuck...that's good, love..." Her momentary concentration on the current song's lyrics was completely broken by his voice. "J, Just...my name isn't 'Jack'...it's Adam..."

'Who's he talking to...oh wait, he's probably making up some sort of fantasy chick...' As soon as she thought that her heart sank a little, to her surprise. At least she wasn't getting turned on anymore, but Sio wasn't sure if it made her feel better to realize that, in all likelihood, Jack already had a lover—or at the very least, his type was probably not a scrawny, military otaku like her. 'Adam, huh? I guess even a guy like him would want to use his real name with someone he likes...'

Slouching against the hard side of the desk, her eyes closed into half-slits as Sio resigned herself to being subject to this erotic torture for...however much longer it took Jack to finish. The package delivery was all but forgotten, the little box now lying on the ground by the wall. A least she was getting some good material for her own sessions. 'Now I know what he sounds and looks like when he's...erm, when he feels good...' Hearing the moans and cries he made, as he built himself up towards a climax... Sio shivered with heat, realizing that she was listening to a deeply private, intimate part of Jack the Ripper that he never showed to anyone else. 'Adam...why do you always push other people away? I'm pretty sure we'd get along much better if we could just have a chance to connect like normal people...'

A particularly loud groan startled her, and the sniper nearly jumped out from her hiding spot. 'Jesus Christ, I almost had a heart attack...!' Thank goodness Jack had the lights turned down low. He seemed to be getting close, from the increased pace she was hearing. In the short span of time (though it'd felt like an eternity) the sniper quickly learned what each action sounded like, and in turn, what kind of response it would elicit from the man. The schlick, schlick movement of stroking himself had gotten quicker and wetter, and Sio started to hear the rustle of sheets as well; no doubt his body was starting to twitch and jerk, as he grew closer to an orgasm.

"O-Oh, yeh...yeh, it's Adam...th, that's good, Sio...Sio!"

With that the sniper completely forgot about staying hidden and whirled around, discovery be damned. There was no way he'd be saying her name; not like that, or in a moment like this... 'No way...! Are you kidding me, could he actually be—no, that's impossible; it's just for stress relief, like me...it just...can't be...!'

"Ja...A, Adam...? Her mouth moved before she could stop herself and Sio recoiled in shock, but the man was so caught up in his fantasies he didn't even open his eyes or make any indication he was aware of her presence. Her own face and body were hot to touch, as Sio's mind whirred a mile-a-minute. Did he actually have feelings for her that weren't purely disdain? Was this proof he found her to be attractive, that she was more than a half-baked squirt? Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as Sio hoped it was true.

"Yeh, s-say my name again Sio...oh god, fuck...I-I'm—nnng—coming...!" Sio could only watch, mesmerized as Jack—no, his real name was Adam—started to furiously stroke his cock. Her breath grew just as tight as his, as Sio unconsciously clutched the fabric of her trousers, just as Adam clung to the rumpled sheets on his bed. His hips were thrusting erratically now, and the sniper's pulse increased as she observed the tense, shivering twitches all over his body. His silver hair was plastered all over his neck with sweat, face colored a deep, pinkish-red while thin brows furrowed as he huffed and moaned her name incoherently.

"Sio, ah...Sio...!"

Hearing him gasp out her real name, in such a desperate, needy tone...her throat felt dry as a pulsing ache made itself known between her loins, and in that moment Sio wished that, for both of them, it was more than just a dream. For a second, the sniper forgot where she was and the mess she'd gotten herself into. "Adam..." If he suddenly woke up from his dream and noticed her, well...it was a risk she was willing to take. But it seemed her instincts were correct, as her faint whisper of his name seemed to push him ever closer.

"Ooh...! Fuck, I'm gonna cum—mmnnn—n, no, I can't...I can't...! It's not, right..."

'What does he mean by that? Not right?' For a second her heart lurched a little, Sio taken aback by his words. 'Maybe he feels bad for thinking about me like this...when he's always been so mean to me... Or does he feel it's wrong to think like that towards another e-gene holder?'

Slowly, cautiously, Sio made her way closer to the bed, no longer caring about what might happen. She was so close she could see every drop of sweat and the rivulets running between his chiseled muscles; could see the way his chest heaved in desperation, eyes still firmly shut in that indulgence of his, even smell the musky odor of clean sweat and another stronger, more carnal smell that she knew had to the scent of sex.

"Adam, it's okay if you think about me like that...'cause I, I also..."

She didn't even finish her sentence before Adam let out a long, throaty moan while his body stiffened, and Sio jumped back on instinct. It looked so violent, the way he was trembling so hard; teeth clenched tight and toes all curled, an expression of almost-pain across his features.

"Fuck, it's coming out...! I'm coming...!" Thick, milky-white liquid oozed from the tip and between his fingers as Adam groaned, using his thumb to spread it all over—which caused even more to come out, some of it even squirting in spurts as he fell onto his back, completely overcome with ecstasy.

"Haah, hah...oh Sio, if only you knew...I'm sorry..."

A strange mix of pity and tenderness welled up in her heart, even more powerful than her previous feelings of lust. So he did have feelings for her... Sio couldn't help but quirk a smile as she wiped a tear from her eye, using this chance to finally make her escape. After such an intense orgasm, she was relieved he seemed to immediately fall asleep, not even bothering with a blanket or such; only one arm draped over his face as his breaths grew deeper, until they slowly evened out into that of rest.

Except, maybe just one more thing...

She knew it was risky, but she couldn't help it; besides, the rush of adrenaline from the whole ordeal made her feel bolder than usual. Making her way to the now-sleeping Adam, she gently brushed a single finger against a loose strand of silvery, snow-white hair. His expression was peaceful now, almost gentle, as he sighed at her touch. The man only mumbled something unintelligible, before burying his face deeper into the pillow.

"Y'know, you're not such a bad guy after all...Adam Muirhead."


You're not such a bad guy after all...Adam Muirhead.

"Mmn..uh, Sio..." Adam blinked a few times as he replayed that line in his head. Funny, he didn't remember thinking that...or perhaps he did? It was hard to tell when he got caught up in the moment, when the only thing that mattered was how he fast could push himself over the edge.

The real Sio Ogura would never say something like that, much less use his real name. Not with the way he'd acted towards her so far. Groaning, Adam rolled over, his muscles still a bit sore after such an intense session. He raised an eyebrow as his vision focused and he took in the mess of sheets, all rumpled and stained with the sticky remains of his lust. Even his stomach was still damp with traces of spunk, which he'd completely failed to clean up before passing out. "Shit...that really was something..."

No lie, while he knew it was highly inappropriate to think about his teammate in such a manner, it had also been one of the hottest, most satisfying sessions to date. Adam couldn't remember the last time he came so hard as to immediately pass out afterwards. Maybe it was the mood lighting, or the soundtrack; whatever the reason, it really felt like she'd been there in his bed, stroking his cock and looking at him with that shy, nervous expression of hers, yet there was a sincere determination to prove him wrong...

Adam, it's okay if you think about me like that, 'cause I also...

"Oy, calm down mate..." he muttered, glaring at his rising erection. "Fuck, can't even think about her." His brain had done one helluva job in making it seem real; her voice actually sounded like her, instead of a garbled mixture of whatever porn actresses he'd seen in his latest indulgence. She'd even smelled real: a soft, mellow citrus scent mixed with warm florals, and a tiny hint of engine oil...

He sniffed the air; there was a foreign scent that smelled very similar to the one in his fantasy, and it didn't match any of his own. Adam's eyes flew open and he shot up with a start, for second wondering if it hadn't been his imagination, as crazy as it would've been.

"...Sio? No, that's impossible; there's no way she'd just barge in, she's too timid for that..."

Especially with the way you treat her, the voice said again, and Adam felt the guilt now eating through him. It was always like this, whenever he masturbated to her. It felt wonderful in the moment, so addictive and satisfying to imagine what it would be like if they were together. But afterwards when the high faded and his brain righted itself, he was filled with a hollow, gnawing hole of shame he could never fill until he did it again. And so the cycle continued.

Though given all the circumstances, maybe it was better for it to remain a secret. Nobunagun certainly did not seem to harbor any feelings towards him aside from annoyance—that is, when she wasn't being berated by him. "Heh, she'd probably accuse me of being a fucked-up pervert if she found out...rightly so, at that."

At first, the girl was nothing more than a troublesome newbie whom he'd had the misfortune to get assigned to look after. Yet after he'd recovered from their initial meeting in Taiwan, Adam noticed the girl remained on his mind. To be fair, he was initially irritated with her—how could such a clumsy brat house one of the greatest strategic minds known to man? But even after he ran out of legitimate complaints, Adam found himself looking for excuses to get her to talk—even if 90% of the things that came out of his mouth were derisive. It took even longer for him to realize he didn't genuinely mean most of the things he said, but by then his habit of snide remarks to gain her attention was already established.

'Real smooth, Adam...falling for a girl you can't even have a normal conversation with...' Slowly, against his protesting muscles, Adam got up and hunted down his crumpled uniform. He stripped the soiled linens and piled them into the laundry chute; hopefully the staff wouldn't notice the stains and if they did, wouldn't know whom they belonged to. Sio Ogura... The idea of developing feelings for a girl like her would've been absurd to him when he first joined, but now, it was all he could think about when they weren't in combat.

He shook his head; she was lingering longer than usual, today. Perhaps it was the intensity of his imagination, this time...and certainly, the odd fragrance that was still faintly present in his room was not helping. The more he thought it about it, the more his brows furrowed; by the time he was tying his tie Adam was half-convinced the girl had somehow been in his room, as impossible as it seemed.

"Shit...don't tell me she was nearby though...? But why? There's no reason she'd ever pay me a random visit..." There was no logic to back up his fears, yet he couldn't shake the sense something had happened. "Stop thinking about it, Adam. It won't change anything, in the end. Not unless you stop being such a wanker."

He yanked the door open, thinking to get some fresh air around the deck before dinner when his foot kicked an object. "What th—" he bent down and examined the thing he'd sent flying. "It's a box...from mum?" Upon closer look, there was a sticky note attached, as well.

Jack-san, the crew asked me to deliver this to you since the mail's been all messed up lately. Hope you got something nice from your family. From, Nobunagun

His lips curved into a small grin before he knew it. "Well, whaddya know...that explains it." So she had been by, after all. No doubt he'd been too caught up in his pleasure to hear or notice anything, so she'd left it by the door.

The door...

Adam's blood turned cold as it occurred to him she might've heard something. 'Fuck! When did she stop by? Was it before or after I...' If it'd been when he was asleep, fine, but there was also a very real chance she'd knocked right in the middle of his little session. 'In all likelihood, it was probably when I was...otherwise why would I remember that scent...!'

This was bad. Adam didn't know how soundproof their doors were, but anything was game at this point. He could only hope the music he'd played was enough to cover up anything suspicious...and perhaps the girl's own naïveté would work to his advantage, as well. He prayed she didn't hear him moaning out her name, begging her to call him 'Adam'...

For a brief moment, his mind entertained the worst case scenarios. What if Sio actually heard him? What if she figured out what was going on? Between the two, Adam would've preferred she'd just heard him masturbating; it was mortifying, but at least it was a reasonable activity. If Sio realized he was lusting after her, however...

Adam groaned and tugged at his white strands. "Please, don't let that be true..." If the girl really figured it out (and given how sharp her mind was, there might be a chance), he was really screwed. She'd probably avoid him even more than usual, if not rat him out to command, and what if this affected their combat ability on the field—

"—Oh Jack-san, did...did you see your package?" Adam nearly crashed into the wall at the sound of that voice. While he'd been panicking at the situation, his legs ended up walking into the galley, instead. And of course she'd be there, eyes all wide and innocent as she stared in curiosity.

"I...y, yeh I saw it..."

"Ah, that's good; I uh, wasn't sure if you were in or not, so I just left in front of your door...sorry, I hope it didn't get kicked around or anything like that..." There she was again with the preemptive apology, her eyes nervously darting down to her mug instead his face. Her apprehensive manner towards him sent a quiver of pain in his chest, and Adam unconsciously grasped at his shirt; he didn't like this emotion, the knowledge that his mere presence made her feel uncomfortable.

"No, it's all good." Adam made an effort to keep is voice as neutral as possible as he decided to make himself a cup of cocoa. "I...appreciate you going out of your way to get it to me. Thanks, Nobunagun."

Apparently, the girl had not been expecting that at all from him; the mug dropped from her hands and rolled onto the floor as she stared in shock. "A-Ah...I uh, um...J-Jack-san..."

"...Was it something I said?" Adam muttered, raising an eyebrow. He narrowly avoided making another snark, and instead picked up the fallen cup. "Here, you were about to make hot cocoa, right? I'll let you have some of my stash...think of it as paying you back."

Sio only nodded wordlessly, face dusted a faint pink (Adam felt his own face grow warm) as he mixed in the cocoa powder with some hot milk, before doling it out into two cups.

"Here, careful it's hot."

"Ah, okay Jack-san..." She still seemed uncertain by this sudden change in behavior, but instead of looking at him with fear, her eyes now shown with a shy curiosity.

"Anyway, consider us even now. See you around...Ogura." He took a sip and casually walked out the lounge, leaving the girl still standing and looking at his back with wonder.

Just before he left the galley completely though, she spoke.

"Thank you...Adam."

By the time he'd finished choking on his drink and turned around, the sniper had disappeared elsewhere. Only Adam remained in the kitchen, both dumbfounded and incredulous as he turned her words over in his head.

'No way...there's no way she could have...!'

He finished the rest of his hot cocoa and resolved to not read too much into it.