Maybe - Texhnolyze

SPOILERS!

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They had just finished another one of those odd jobs they kept being sent on, Touyama and Ichise. Touyama chattered some, here and there, when he thought of something important about the job to praise his subordinate on or give him advice about but otherwise he was being somewhat quiet. Ichise's eyes flicked back and forth from time to time, noting the thoughtful scowl on his partner's face and the sigh on his lips. But he didn't say anything more than the little he usually did to acknowledge he was paying attention or to answer questions.

After arriving back at Organ's headquarters, they reported to everyone necessary and, with no new job to go on, were left to themselves. Ichise, being somewhat curious and really having nothing better to do simply followed his elder around. Touyama walked the halls, trying to decide what to and what he should do about his stalker. He stopped, tilting his head back to follow the lines in the cracking paint of the ceiling.

"You can do anything, you know." It was a statement. He knew Ichise understood that he really could go do something he wanted to. "Go play billiards with some friends, get a drink, nap..." He turned to look Ichise in the eye.

"I don't have any friends," the kid said with no more feeling than usual.

It didn't exactly surprise Touyama that Ichise didn't seem to care. "Well, we can be friends then. Ne?" His small smile was returned with an even smaller nod. "Let's have a drink to celebrate our new friendship." He turned and headed toward one of the smaller meeting rooms he knew was fairly well stocked, listening for the footfalls to begin again.

Touyama poured a smooth, clear gin from a stuffy looking crystal-cut bottle into two glasses before walking to the other man who'd perched in the window. He handed one glass over and sipped from the other. He regaled Ichise of some of the stranger jobs he'd come across since he'd joined the group, and the kid actually opened up and told him a short story from his childhood starring him and a friend. Touyama laughed softly and went to refresh their drinks. When he came back he sat a bright green drink in front of Ichise and sipped from another.

"I thought something more flavorful would be nice this time," he explained, taking a seat in the window and giving him a light smile.

"Why didn't you let him have me? Your father..." Ichise asked in the same monotone voice he asked everything else, as though he were asking after the weather. Only, his eyes flitted around as they always seemed to, looking at a chair, a shoulder, the glass... and came back to gauge Touyama's reaction. He wondered briefly if he'd overstepped a boundary but, then, he didn't really care. "I could have handled it."

Touyama leaned back and sighed into his glass, "A father is just a stranger you have a blood relationship with..." He took a large swallow and looked up, the poker face he generally wore letting sorrow show through. "He didn't really want you. He was just gauging my reaction; checking out our relationship. Although, he would've taken you but he wouldn't have given us as much information. And I suppose I was trying to protect you from having to take so much of the bad end of the job the first time out." He laughed a bitter laugh and looked away again. "He knew it would be me from the start."

"Aa..." The kid looked down into his drink, looking for all the world like a child that'd just been told a riddle too many years beyond them.

"You're strange. You don't seem to be bothered by things most other people would. You really will take any job handed to you, won't you?"

Ichise studied his superior's face, not sure if that was a compliment.

"It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for, ne? I think you're wise beyond your years."

Ichise supposed that was probably true.

Touyama wondered of the horrors this child had seen. He stood and came closer to unnecessarily brush a few strands of hair from the side of Ichise's face. Though those ghosts were slowly being hidden by purpose. "I feel as though we could be kindred spirits," he admitted, leaning in to drape himself over the younger man in a loose embrace. Resting his head on a well muscled shoulder with his head turned in, he sighed. "I can see the ghosts behind your eyes, you know."

The hands that hung idle at his sides moved forward only a little, the texhnolyze one twitching a little. Ichise looked down at the fingers that seemed to itch for something. He lowered his head just a little and let his eyes slip closed, giving his fingers what they wanted. There was a puff of breath that tickled his neck when his hands came to rest, the real one on Touyama's hip and the fake on his mid-back.

"You're not a virgin?" He didn't lift his head but he could see.

A slight shake.

"And you've been with a man?"

Just as small of a nod.

He could've guessed both answers but wanted it to be said aloud first, almost as though he was saying what he wanted without using those words. Touyama melted into that quiet hold more, tightening his arms and lifting his head. The slight ruffling of the fabric a quiet whisper in the near empty room. Their lips met in a surprisingly chaste kiss but it was quickly followed with another the older man made deeper.

They sat like that for some minutes, lips brushing and connecting. There was no war, just Touyama leading Ichise. A hand trailed down Ichise's body, feeling the lines of his mechanical arm, well muscled chest, stomach. At the same time, his other hand had been unbuttoning his own shirt to guide Ichise's hand inside to his nipples. He brushed the lines tenting the younger boy's pants, barely, and then a little rougher, stroking what was inside. His hand stilled, suddenly feeling like Kohagura.

"I'm not trying to make you do this. I can't really help you get any higher up with just words."

The younger boy just stared.

The soft smile came back to Touyama's lips.

Ichise's eyes flew open and it was like he's snapped when his zipper was pulled down. He shoved to his feet and rushed forward to the table, throwing a chair out of the way with one hand and lifting Touyama onto the table with the other.

"So your habits carry over into everything you do," Touyama chuckled.

Ichise shoved the other boy down, hastily working off his pants. The sound of seams ripping could be heard but neither seemed to pay any attention. When he finally had the pants and briefs off, having knocked the older boys shoes off in the process, he dropped his own without bothering to step out of them. A little spit, a little rushing from the other party, and they were joined.

Ichise grabbed Touyama's ankles and braced his feet on his shoulders before grabbing his hips in a bruising grip. It had become almost like a race, set at a brutal pace with almost vicious thrusts. It was what they both needed to take out some frustrations.

Touyama let his feet fall to the side so he could wrap them around the other's waist, then his arms around his shoulders, pulling him in. He bit into his partner's shoulder to help stifle his groans and only then, being so close, did he notice Ichise wasn't as quiet as he normally was. Being so far upright, their hasty movements pitched them backwards and before they knew it Touyama was riding Ichise on the floor with some help from below.

It was only a few thrusts and the older boy threw his head back, groaning softly, cum spraying as he clawed into Ichise's sides. The hands roaming across his body stilled as his walls clenched while he orgasmed and he felt warmth spreading inside him. When both were finished and his vision had come back to him, Touyama collapsed on Ichise.

After a few minutes, the older boy sighed and sat up, reaching for the handkerchief in his jacket. "As nice as this is, we should probably put ourselves together before someone comes looking for us."

When Ichise was turned away buttoning up his shirt, pants still hanging open, Touyama couldn't resist but to grab his ass. He turned and looked as carelessly as ever and was kissed in return.

"Maybe next time I can top," he said with a smack to that ass.

"Maybe."

Touyama laughed shortly, taking that as a challenge and sealing the deal with a kiss.