The café had finally emptied a short while ago, and the only customer still in was Soushi, sitting in the back with three files on the table and one in his hand. He was not in a hurry to get out since he had been planning on waiting for Kazuki, who naturally had to clean the place and whatever else. Soushi didn't mind sitting around since he had things he wanted to read, and despite his focused appearance, he was also well aware of his surroundings.

Whenever he wanted to be anyway, which turned out to be not right now. "Soushi?" A voice from beside him called his name, but he ignored it in favor of what he was reading. The owner of that voice tapped him on the shoulder, impatient. "Soushi! The place is closed and I'm trying to clean here, but you're-" Kazuki sounded irritated, and Soushi averted his attention from the file.

"What?"

"...In the way," Kazuki finished his sentence. He was holding cleaning equipment, and Soushi judged that he obviously wanted the files off the table. Or maybe he just wanted him out of the way; whichever the case, Soushi wasn't about to start arguing.

He gathered his things and stood up. "I'll be at the counter then," he stated. Kazuki didn't seem awfully pleased but had by now realized that Soushi was here to stay, so he didn't object. "I won't touch anything," Soushi added and walked to the counter, just to hear Kazuki sigh and mutter something he couldn't hear. This again; Kazuki had been a little on the edge lately, thanks to the New U.N. Army visitors who seemed to think Kazuki was some kind of a great hero. All Soushi could unfortunately do was his best to understand how his boyfriend felt.

Those outsider guests. Soushi recalled seeing the male pilot duo stop by earlier. The blond had wanted to talk to Kazuki, who had apologized and claimed he was busy - which he had been at the time - and ignored them for the rest of the evening, appearing somewhat bothered about the whole thing. They had stayed for a good while, almost until closing, and Soushi figured that though Kazuki still seemed nervous, he was relieved now that everyone was out. He had complained about them before in private, and Soushi had made sure to think up something to distract him with.

He arranged his files in a neat pile on the counter and took a seat, concentrating on the file he had previously been reading. Near ten minutes passed in silence until Kazuki walked past him into the kitchen, picked up a trash bag and headed outside. Soushi turned his head and let his eyes follow him until he was gone then turned his attention back to his file. There was a quiet click from somewhere behind him, but he ignored it for about the next two paragraphs of his file, which was when he stopped reading and turned around in his seat.

There was this thing that had been bothering him in the back of his mind, and he fixed his gaze on the bathroom door. He was quite sure he had heard the door being locked sometime earlier seeing he had been sitting right next to it previously, but thinking back, it had never been unlocked. Whoever was in there had not come out. That click just now had been that someone unlocking the door, and while the door stayed closed, Soushi had definitely heard it.

Now that he thought about it, he recalled only one of the foreign pilot duo, the short-haired one, leaving the place. Which meant that the blond guy - Jonathan Mitsuhiro Bartland - was still here, in the bathroom. Soushi calculated that he had been there for around half an hour if not more, and judging by the way he was acting it was not because of natural causes. If it was, surely he would have come out by now - but the door remained shut, as if the person inside was being cautious.

What reasons did the blond have for this behavior? Soushi did some fast analysis on his motives, coming up with about half a dozen possibilities. Most of them were variations of the guy wanting to talk to Kazuki alone, but somehow one of his theories involved the guy planning on sexually assaulting Kazuki. Annoyed, he pushed the thought out of his mind, telling himself that the whole concept was ridiculous. That would never work considering Kazuki was a good fighter, and besides, the most likely reason Bartland was here was the obvious "private conversation" choice. Too bad for him, Soushi was also still here and wasn't about to leave, especially now that he knew they weren't alone.

Did the guy have a crush on Kazuki or something to be this desperate? Soushi considered getting up, walking over to the bathroom and opening the door just to catch the bastard in the act. It was tempting, but Kazuki returned into the café right then and Soushi frowned a little, weighting his options. Did he really want to go open that door and let Kazuki see this guy, after what had happened earlier? Kazuki certainly didn't want to see him, Soushi was sure of it.

"I'll be done soon," Kazuki called to him, and Soushi snapped out of his thoughts and looked at him. "Do you want a late night snack to go? There's some leftovers," Kazuki added as he returned to the kitchen and moved some clean dishes to the side.

"That..." Soushi muttered, his eyes wandering towards the bathroom door again. "Sounds... good." Kazuki gave him an odd look for the unusually inattentive reply, but he was not paying attention to his boyfriend.

Whatever Bartland was plotting, Soushi swore to himself that he was going to ruin his plans. That last notion about Bartland having a crush on his Kazuki haunted his brain, and he found himself staring at the door blankly, filled with an uncomfortable emotion that was a mixture of hurt, anger and emptiness. An oddly possessive thought clawed at his mind, like a miniature Mark Nicht floating by his head and poking him in the face with something sharp, to the point where it was annoying him.

That was right though; Kazuki belonged to him, and some outsider was never going to touch him. Soushi fixed his glasses, quickly calculating his next course of action. Bartland clearly had no idea about anything, and it was time to teach him a lesson he would not forget very easily.

Fool. You have no chance with Kazuki, he found himself thinking, coldly glaring at the bathroom door. Listen and learn.

He turned in his seat again to face the kitchen, took off his glasses and placed them on his left side on the counter, fixing their position until he could see the bathroom door reflected on the glass. He waited a couple of seconds and cleared his throat. "You're implying that I don't eat enough," he stated, and Kazuki glanced at him over his shoulder before returning to his dish organizing task. "You know I can get snacks from the vending machine if I'm working late," Soushi continued. "But I'll take your cooking over that anytime."

"Are you admitting that you actually like it when I bring you food?" Kazuki asked with another glance and a smile, and Soushi shrugged at that. "I don't mind, you know. It'll give you an excuse to take a break."

There was slow, barely noticeable movement from the bathroom door reflected on his glasses, and Soushi smirked and stood up. The stalker was on the move, not that he was about to give himself up yet judging from how careful he was being. Trying to catch a glimpse of his famed hero, maybe? Well, he was about to catch a good one, in that case. "Or perhaps it will give me an excuse to stop working for the night?" Soushi mused while he circled around the counter. He stopped behind Kazuki and put his arms around his boyfriend's waist. He leaned his head on Kazuki's shoulder, causing Kazuki to freeze and let go of the clean plates he had been piling up.

"Hey, you can't..." Kazuki complained, but the tone of his voice gave away how comfortable he was with the turn of events. "Soushi..."

"Give me one reason why I can't do this," Soushi dared him. He pulled Kazuki closer then towards the left side, turning him around in the process - and making sure his back was towards the stairs while Soushi was facing them. He finished his move, let his right hand stay where it was while he rested his left hand on Kazuki's upper arm and leaned in to kiss him.

There were no objections; Kazuki put his arms around him and kissed him back, and Soushi allowed himself a few seconds of passion with his eyes closed before he opened them and took a careful glance towards the bathroom door. It was slightly ajar now, near imperceptible, but he could feel Bartland's eyes on them even though he couldn't see anything. The door wasn't even open wide enough for a person to be able to look through the crack, and he calculated the bastard was actually using something for a reflected image - just like Soushi himself.

Had the lesson been effective enough yet? Bartland was not making a move, but Soushi reckoned he didn't dare to. His attention to his partner was lacking now though; Kazuki won dominance over the kiss, and hence he continued only a bit further before breaking away.

"You know," Kazuki told him in bit of a chiding tone of voice. "This is nice and all, but I really need to put those dishes away, pack those left-overs for you, and..." He took a step back, gently pushing Soushi's hands away in the process.

"Not another one of your, 'we can't, not here' rants coming up I hope?" Soushi inquired, unable to keep a hint of a smile from his lips. "Certainly not the first time, and I wager it won't be the last time either."

Kazuki gave him a frantic look. "The door isn't even locked! What if..." He trailed off at that point at the realization of almost doing exactly what Soushi had just teased him about, sighed and returned to the dishes without another word. Soushi picked up his glasses, leaned his backside on the counter and allowed Kazuki to work for a bit while he pretended to clean the glasses. He was actually observing any changes on the bathroom door through the reflection again while considering his options. Although Bartland had decided to check out his surroundings, opening the door a little while Soushi and Kazuki's conversation had covered any possible noise, he was clearly hesitating now. He most likely didn't appreciate Soushi's presence here and was hoping he would leave.

Didn't that idiot know that there was no chance of that happening? Was he seriously so dumb that Soushi's little lesson had not been enough? The next logical move in that case was something showy, like... seduction. That should make Bartland take the hint.

The thought made a slightly resentful smile rise to Soushi's lips. Let me show you who Kazuki is interested in.

Pleased with the plan, he quickly came up with a scenario how to carry it out. There were a couple of ways he could have done this, but he wanted it to be unusual just to get a reaction out of Kazuki. Admitted, he wasn't exactly good at this and his idea of seduction usually consisted of, "Kazuki, come to bed" or something similar. In the end, any kind of seduction attempt from him was enough to guarantee a reaction, so all he had to do was try. In that case...

According to his calculations, Kazuki had something on him that Soushi had use for. He walked behind his boyfriend again and wrapped his arms around his waist - except this time his hands slipped under the apron.

"Soushi!" Kazuki yelped, almost dropping the drinking glass he was holding. Soushi ignored him and fondled the front of Kazuki's pants a little, just enough for some feedback. His other hand went for his partner's pockets, just to confirm he had predicted correctly - the items in Kazuki's pocket included a pen, a couple of small coins, some irrelevant plastic card, and a condom. "W-what are you doing?" Kazuki continued after he managed to put the glass down. He tried to squirm away, but Soushi's hands were still firmly under his apron.

Soushi pulled the condom out of Kazuki's pocket and took a step back, releasing his hold. Kazuki instantly turned to look at him, and the most absurd thing Soushi could think of was to put the condom in his mouth - holding the package up from one corner with his lips - and back away slowly while still facing Kazuki. He traced the surface of the counter with his right hand as he went, analyzing the results of the act in his mind.

The look on Kazuki's face turned dumbfounded, and that was when Soushi knew his little plan was working flawlessly. He made his way out of the kitchen, making sure to keep eye contact with his boyfriend, only stopping between the café's pair of tables. He grabbed the closest chair, pulled it to where he was standing and turned it around so he could sit while looking at his partner. He sat down, giving Kazuki the longest stare.

Kazuki's eyes were following his every move. There was a slight pink hue touching his cheeks, and the flabbergasted look on his face was definitely worth this seduction attempt. Soushi leaned back in the chair, lifted one leg over the other, leaned his elbow on the table next on his left side and tilted his head a little.

"You..." Kazuki said slowly. "Haven't been drinking or anything, right?"

What kind of a question was that? Soushi took the condom from his mouth and put it on the table. "I've been here for the last two hours. Unless you have suddenly started serving alcohol to minors here, you know I haven't."

"But that's just..." Kazuki muttered. "Not like you at all." He looked down for a moment then at Soushi again, and Soushi narrowed his eyes a little. Just when he had thought he had managed to get a good reaction out of Kazuki, he was being told this? Considering all the effort he was putting into this, what was so weird about it? He was doing his best, here!

He glanced to the side just to check that the bathroom door situation was still the same it had been, straightened his back and took a deep breath. Perhaps it was better to go for a more direct approach, something so blatant that Kazuki couldn't get the wrong idea. He made sure to catch Kazuki's eyes again before he pulled off his shirt.

At least it worked; Kazuki was looking straight at him. Soushi gave his a sharp, demanding stare, and Kazuki only hesitated for a second before circling around the counter and making his way to where his boyfriend was sitting. Soushi stood up to meet him, and Kazuki followed by putting his hands on his partner's bare waist and drawing him close. Soushi allowed it, put his hands on Kazuki's shoulders and leaned in for a kiss again.

Now that his plan was in full motion, it was best to make sure Kazuki would go through with the whole thing. If the kiss was any indication, that wouldn't be too tough; Kazuki was very eager to respond, and Soushi was quite satisfied with what he could feel from his partner's lower body. The kiss had a similar effect on him as well, which was exactly what he had hoped for - not that this whole seduction business hadn't made his underwear feel a little tight already.

A few seconds later Kazuki broke the kiss. "This isn't really a good place," he started one of his usual complaints concerning the location. "At least let me lock the door."

Soushi wasn't having any of that. "There is a sign on the front door that says 'closed' is there not?" He questioned. "To be honest, I'm beyond caring." It wasn't even a lie, considering he knew there was one person watching them already; someone else showing up to see them was not going to make a difference.

"Soushi," Kazuki tried, but his body betrayed him. His hands wandered up on Soushi's back then down to his waist again, and his lips brushed by Soushi's ear, his breathing slowly turning rapid.

"Sit down," Soushi ordered, urging Kazuki to take a seat in the chair next to them. Kazuki complied, and Soushi petted his face before moving back just as much as Kazuki's hands on his waist allowed. He took a short pause, allowing Kazuki to look at him while he quickly glanced to the side to make sure Bartland was still watching. He definitely was; Soushi perceived that the door had moved just a little more compared to his last check. He smirked, opened his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear.

Kazuki's eyes went wide, but his gaze followed Soushi's hands all the way down before moving back up towards Soushi's midsection for a bit. He withdrew his hands and turned his head towards the window, but Soushi grabbed a hold of his chin and turned it upwards to look him in the face while he kicked off his shoes. He kept looking at Kazuki while fumbling a little to get his socks, the pants and underwear off properly then just stood there for a moment, naked.

"Why did you look away?" He inquired, putting on his best seductive tone of voice. "Not liking what you're seeing?"

"N-no, that's..." Kazuki mumbled. He blinked a few times then just settled for looking at his partner's face. "Of course I like what I'm seeing," he managed. "You're..." He took a pause and smiled, relaxing a little as he got over his embarrassment. "Beautiful."

Hearing Kazuki compliment him in this situation suited his plans perfectly, and Soushi was filled with an odd feeling of satisfaction. He took Kazuki's right hand, lifted it up and kissed his partner's fingertips gently. Kazuki responded by reaching out his free hand and caressing Soushi's side, his eyes wandering on his partner's body.

It was time to move on to the next step. Soushi let go of Kazuki's hand, knelt down and pushed his partner's apron up. He opened Kazuki's pant, moved his underwear out of the way and pulled out his erection. There was a gulp and Kazuki's hand went for his hair, but Soushi paid no mind to it. He reached out to grab the condom from the table, removed the wrapper then put the condom on Kazuki while his partner muttered something unclear under his breath.

After finishing his task, Soushi stood back up, leaned over to put his arms on Kazuki's shoulders and climbed on his lap. It was regrettable that he hadn't prepared any extra lubrication, but the condom had some on it and it would have to do.

"Wait," Kazuki cut in before Soushi got very far. "In my other pocket." Kazuki's tone of voice was determined, and Soushi moved out of the way for a bit and let Kazuki look for whatever he was talking about. He pulled it out of his pocket a few seconds later; it was a one-use pack of lube, and Soushi felt victorious when Kazuki held it up for him to see. It was like Kazuki was reading his mind; he had certainly learned to be well prepared, Soushi had to give him that.

See, Bartland? This is what he does for me. He gave the door a quick, triumphant look then concentrated on his partner. Kazuki opened the package and dumped the contents on his fingers, and Soushi held himself up from the back of the chair, his legs spread. Kazuki reached past his waist to his backside and rubbed the lubricant between his buttocks, gently teasing him with one finger while he did so. Soushi twitched a little, but he allowed the preparation.

Kazuki moved his sitting position forward a little, granting Soushi the chance to straddle him properly. He put his arms around Soushi's waist, and Soushi took a position on his lap again. There was no need for further foreplay, and he supported himself up using the table on his left while his right hand went for Kazuki's erection. He shifted around for a bit before sitting down, doing his best to relax his lower body as he pulled Kazuki's hard-on inside of himself.

It hurt, and he gritted his teeth as he slowly set himself down on Kazuki's lap. His partner tensed under him and mumbled something quiet that sounded like Soushi's name. Once he had most of Kazuki's sex inside, he stopped and waited for them both to adjust.

He wrapped both arms around Kazuki's neck while his eyes wandered to the side once again. The door had moved yet another few centimeters, and Soushi was certain he could see someone inside, watching them. Well, since the bastard had not run in terror yet, he could watch all he wanted. As a not so amusing side note, Soushi found himself turned on by the last notion for some reason. He was also trembling slightly and had to wonder if it was noticeable.

"Soushi..." Kazuki mostly whispered, and Soushi turned his attention to him. "Does it hurt?" Kazuki's tone of voice was concerned, though he was the one who seemed to have trouble keeping himself calm.

Soushi didn't need to reply; instead, he pressed a kiss on his partner's forehead, moved his whole body up a little then pressed himself down again. The blissful feeling of pain and pleasure shot through him, and he heard a moan escape from his lips as he finished the move. He repeated the motion; again and again, and his body strained as his partner's fingers dug into his back. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, shivering. "A-ah... nngh... Ka...zuki!"

Being loud was naturally part of his plan, but Kazuki was alarmed by it. "Soushi!?" He muttered, and Soushi opened his eyes and looked at him. Kazuki seemed relieved from just that, and he let his hand drop a little lower. He wasn't doing anything to stop the act, either, and Soushi focused on feeling his partner's hands to clear his mind while he continued moving - and moaning quietly - and let his gaze stray to the side again.

There it was, that shadow he had spotted just a moment earlier. Here, look at your hero, he told Bartland in his mind. Wouldn't you want to be me right now?

Kazuki was breathing heavily now, but he did his best to support Soushi's movements. Soushi forced himself up over halfway of the length of Kazuki's sex before he pressed himself down all the way again. The painful bliss blurred his brain momentarily, but he was rewarded with what he had been after - Kazuki gasped audibly and groaned, his hold tightening a little. That would leave a mark on his lower back, but Soushi was not about to care.

His legs were starting to feel weak, but with Kazuki holding him up it wasn't a problem. He kept moving, and he found himself liking how Kazuki was meeting the motion. Even the slightest movement seemed to be enough for the both of them, and Soushi let himself take pleasure from the act while he made sure to make more noise than usual.

He caught something moving from the corner of his eye and forced himself to concentrate for a second. The door had not moved, but the shadow inside had. His partially clouded brain took a moment to put it all together, but when he realized what was going on, he almost laughed. Yes, Bartland obviously did want to be him, Soushi noted to himself, not knowing if he was supposed to be bitter or feel some kind of malicious delight out of this.

That bastard was masturbating while watching his famed Makabe have sex with another man, and Soushi definitely would have mocked him for it if not for the fact that he was the man Kazuki was having sex with, and his focus was starting to falter.

Kazuki moved his right hand between them, and Soushi had to close his eyes at the feeling of his partner's fingers wrapping around his so far neglected erection. At least this meant he didn't have to put any effort to making sounds, because the combination of stimulation inside of him with Kazuki's hand on his sex were soon driving his body insane. He scarcely had any control left, and simply kept moving, knowing the limit was near.

"Sou... shi..." Kazuki murmured into his ear. He took a better hold of his partner's back with his left hand, and Soushi clung to him, fearing he would fall if not for Kazuki's arm holding him there.

Another wave of pleasure shot through his body, and Soushi could feel the last string of self-control slipping. He mumbled Kazuki's name a few times, then just cried out as he came all over his partner's apron. He slumped on his boyfriend's lap, barely having enough strength to hold himself up.

A few more seconds passed then Kazuki moved a little, and Soushi, in his partially delirious state, was about to tell him to finish when he realized his partner was not done yet. Instead, Kazuki picked him up at the same time as he forced himself up from the chair, placed him on the table to their right side, adjusted the position a little and started moving against him. Soushi relaxed, wrapped his legs around Kazuki's waist and let himself enjoy it, with a warm, content feeling taking over his body.

Kazuki was done soon enough, and he grunted out, "Soushi!" as he reached orgasm then just stayed still for a moment while trying to catch his breath. He smiled, reached out to pet Soushi's hair a little and kissed his hand. "...You all right?"

"I'm just fine," Soushi answered. "But your apron isn't," he added, and Kazuki looked at him for a second then laughed. Soushi just blinked at that.

"Obviously," Kazuki acknowledged. He pulled away slowly, making sure Soushi wasn't about to drop from the table without his support, straightened his back and looked down. "I better go clean this up," he commented while his hand worked under the dirty apron - to remove the condom, Soushi reckoned. "Do you need help?"

Soushi shook his head. "Not really, I just need to wash myself a little. I think you have more things to worry about."

"I'll be right back," Kazuki told him. "Get some clothes on before you catch a cold." He fixed his pants a little and headed for the stairs, and Soushi dragged himself up from the table and leaned on the closest bar chair. He knew he had a few minutes before Kazuki would be done cleaning the apron upstairs, and he was going to enjoy them.

A short breather, then he forced himself to stand up and walk to the bathroom. The door was, not surprisingly, mostly closed now, and Soushi calmly opened it and stepped in, still naked. "I suggest you leave before Kazuki comes back and learns what you were doing here," he stated coldly, forcing himself in and to the basin - past Bartland, who was against the wall, frozen up. "Make it quick," he continued in a lower tone of voice. "And I'll pretend that I never saw you. This conversation never happened either."

Bartland was staring at him with this utterly horrified expression on his face, and it took him a few seconds to get back to his senses. He dashed out of the bathroom and to the front door, and seemed quite relieved to find it unlocked.

Just like that, he was gone, and Soushi turned, unable to keep a smug smile from rising to his lips. Maybe, just maybe that outsider had learned not to try pulling something like this on Kazuki again.

Soushi himself was in for some self-analysis though, since by now he was starting to question if he really needed to pull off something this extreme. In the end, it was him who Kazuki wanted, and he seriously needed to have a little talk with this tiny inner Mark Nicht of Jealousy of his.

The part where he had been turned on from being watched he would have to ignore.

Author's notes:

Fafner Kink Meme, prompt was actually Jonathan spying Kazuki and Soushi and I took it for a spin with Soushi's POV instead. ...And it went totally THAT way.

Poor Jonathan, either way.

- Elmina (May 2015)