[FIC] Angel Sanctuary
Title: N/A
Fandom: Angel Sanctuary
Pairing: (Kira/)Katou
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 546 words
Notes: Set a few years before the start of the manga. Katou's around fourteen.



"Shit," Katou said out loud, staring up at the ceiling. It was so late it'd crossed over into early a few hours ago, and whatever the fuck he'd had earlier wasn't letting him sleep. He wasn't wired, per se, because he wasn't having any trouble just lying there and being bored out of his fucking mind. But sleeping just wasn't happening.

The cheapass fan sitting on the floor next to his ratty old mattress clicked and sputtered. He kicked it with one bare foot until it started spinning again, rewarding him with a blast of lukewarm air. The Tokyo summer heat was nearly unbearable, even at night, hovering like an oppressive cloud over the city and refusing to leave. His sheets were already soaked through with sweat, clinging to his bare skin and sticking there.

"Shit," he said again, and shoved the thin sheets all the way off. His head fell back against the the thin mattress with an audible thud. "I give up," he snarled, and groped blindly for the half-empty bottle of lotion to one side of the mattress. Might as well make the most of it and resort to the old standby for tiring himself out. He slicked his hand and traced it down his sweat-damp stomach, then down to his dick, and closed his eyes.

The first picture that came to mind was his most recent girlfriend, her long hair free from its usual ponytail and spilling down over bare shoulders. She'd be wearing that lacy underwear, the one where her nipples just barely peeked out from the top of her bra, and-- he winced. Nah, that was no good. She'd thrown a fucking toaster at him when they'd split up. He couldn't think of her without his head starting to throb again. Time to go for something purely fantasy, then.

As his hand slowly worked his dick, he began building the girl in his mind. She'd be pale, but not fishbelly white. Nice skin. Thin waist, big tits. Not, like, monstrously huge, but at least a nice double handful. Dark hair, cut pretty short, unlike the girl he was definitely not thinking of this time. Good cheekbones and dark, piercing eyes. Full lips, pulled back into a coy, teasing expression. And-- shit, that wasn't right, she looked like Kira.

And suddenly the fantasy was gone, replaced by the image of Kira smirking at him with that infuriating superior look. Maybe with his tongue flicking out ever so slightly to lick his lips. His dick jumped in his hand as he imagined those lips on his, tongue sliding in to fuck his mouth while Kira's long fingers closed around his dick and started to stroke. Pictured Kira laughing at his reaction, eyes glittering with amusement as he perched over Katou like a kind of sleek carrion bird, murmuring poison words of good boy and bet you want me to fuck you next, his hand never slowing until--

--Katou came with a hoarse cry, spilling over his stomach and hand. He couldn't stop trembling, his breath coming in short gasps from his throat. Shit. Shit. Shit. Kira.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, draping his arm over his eyes and shaking.