S-CRY-ed Fan Fiction ❯ s-CRY-ed Ficlets ❯ That Certain Something ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own s-CRY-ed or any of its characters...but I'd love to work out a rent to own deal for Kazuma and Kimishima...

A/N: Originally written for 101_Kisses LJ community. No real smut here, just boys kissing...and jam...

Tempestuous...volatile...fiery...hot-headed...hard-headed...d angerous... At one point or another, Kimishima had used all those words to describe the man sitting across from him, ruddy head bent, intense amber gaze focused on the hastily drawn schematics strewn on the table before him. Add to those grumpy, goofy, klutzy, thick-headed, stubborn, obnoxious, annoying...and sexy as hell, and a fairly accurate portrait of the other man began to emerge. Kazuma...was all those things, true...but there was something else about his partner and friend...something Kimishima couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Seems pretty simple," Kazuma said finally. Straightening up, he shoved the papers back across the table in Kimishima's direction before reaching out to snag one of the rolls that Kanami had set out for them before she left for her job at one of the nearby farms. Reaching out again, he pulled a small crock of strawberry jam towards his plate and proceeded to slather a thick layer onto the roll.

"I mean, it's just a simple rescue--right? All I gotta do is smash my way in, grab the hostage, and get the hell out--and kick anybody's ass who gets in the way." Grinning over at Kimishima, he took a big bite of his jam-covered roll, tearing off a huge chunk with white, even teeth...and smearing a blob of jam on one cheek during the process.

"Yeah... that's pretty much it..." Kimishima replied, returning the younger man's broad grin with a faint smile of his own, his own gaze sliding away from his partner's and drawn almost against his will to the bright red smudge on Kazuma's cheek.

Despite the fact that they were supposed to be working, Kimishima couldn't seem to stop himself from leaning across the table towards his partner. Resting one hand on Kazuma's shoulder to balance himself, he snaked out his tongue, making short work of the smear of jam. Sliding his hand up along his partner's neck, he cupped Kazuma's cheek, gently turning the younger man's face towards his own. Closing the remaining distance between them, Kimishima covered Kazuma's mouth with his own, parting his lips to nibble gently on the other man's lower lip. Not surprisingly, Kazuma tasted like strawberries...sweet, succulent...and almost sinful.

It was hardly the first time they'd kissed--they'd been lovers for over a year, after all. However, there had always been a sort of unspoken agreement between them that whenever they were working together, they would focus on the job and only on the job. Their work was by nature dangerous--particularly for Kazuma--and Kimishima didn't want to do anything to distract the other man...and possibly prevent his safe return.

The jam, however, had just been too much to resist.

Hearing the soft thud of the roll striking the surface of the table, Kimishima smiled against the other man's lips, lingering for a few more moments before pulling away. Settling back in his chair, he couldn't help but chuckle softly at the stunned expression on the younger man's face: the wide, blinking amber eyes, the faint pinkish hue that rose to color the bronze cheeks. It wasn't often that Kimishima got to see his lover so flustered--and even more rarely that he himself was the cause of it--so he couldn't help but enjoy it while it lasted.

Once Kazuma had recovered a little from his surprise, his eyes narrowed slightly as he glared across the table at Kimishima. "Dumbass...What if Kanami had wandered by and seen that?"

"Then...she would've probably kicked my ass for corrupting your virtue... Besides, she's at the farm today--remember?"

A pause. A blink. "Oh..."

Rising abruptly to his feet, Kazuma grabbed his fallen roll, stuffing it into his mouth as the headed for the door, still visibly flustered. "Well... come on, Kimishima--are we going or not?"

Chuckling softly, Kimishima likewise stood up, shaking his head a little as he followed Kazuma outside. Strong...powerful...determined...unpredictable...irresistible... Those were all apt descriptions of his partner and lover as well. But sometimes....

Sometimes, the only applicable word for Kazuma was...cute.