A kiss

Title: A kiss.
Author: Mokona
Rating: PG
Pairing: KiritoxAiji
Alt archive: http://www.livejournal.com/community/kiritoxaiji
Notes: Ummm...written during a trip in like, 2 hours tops. I wanted to write and POOF. It was writed! I wish I could write so fast more often o o; that was awesome.
Disclaimer- I dont own Kirito, Aiji, or Pierrot. I wish I did. I'd be rich :D

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God, he felt horrible.

And that was an understatement.

Really, how bad would you feel if you had to play a concert while being sick? Fever and all, baby.

With a heavy sigh, Aiji pulled the flu mask over his nose and mouth. He hates them, they suffocate him and are stuffy. Not to mention sweaty after awhile.

But he would be good and keep it on the entire van ride. He didnt want to get his bandmates and best friends sick too.

Everybody was already inside and waiting for him as he strolled out of the building and into the parking garage. His nostrils burned with the smell of gasoline and exhaust as he shuffled over to the vehicle.

He noticed Jun shooting a pitied glance at him as he came up, he tried to smile in response but remembered at the last moment that he had that retarded mask on. So he slowly lifted his arm and waved a hand with limp fingers in greetings instead.

After being ambushed for a couple photos, heaven knows why, he crawled into the van and all the way to the back to the only place he wanted to be right now.

In Kirito's arms.

He sank into the upholstered seat, just settling into the back of it before he was shifted by a pair of arms towards a source of heat.

Aiji's arms wrapped around Kirito's middle carefully as his face nuzzle into the soft material of his shirt. Thats when he finally let out that groan of self-pity he'd been holding in through the night, the urge had started while he was first being stabbed in the arm by a large needle for the IV.

The chest he was currently pressed against gave a small vibration of a chuckle, a hand working its way into his hair comfortingly.

"You did great tonight, Aiji. Thank you."

He just grumbled and lifted his head to speak in a muffled mumble, "Never. Again."

Another chuckle and there was a touch of cool lips on his forehead.

"Then listen to me the next time I say dont sleep with the window open."

Aiji snorted. "It didnt get you sick."

"Of course not."

He just rolled his eyes and settled himself back against Kirito, soothed by his cool heat and the way he smelled.

A little while later, Kirito started talking again, bringing him out of his sickness induced delusional visions. Though all he heard was a mumble.

"Mmmm?" He slurred that a little, making him decide to say more. "Wha'dya say?"

Looking up, he saw concern in Kirito's eyes, it made his own eyebrows slowly rise in question.

"I said 'You really do look miserable, dont you? You're pale."

Thanks for the observation, Captain Obvious. But that would get him in trouble so he just pouted slightly and nodded his head.

That caused the arms around him to tighten and Aiji found himself flush against Kirito's chest. Aiji looked around for a moment to see whatever eyes might be on them to make him do this but surprisingly there was none.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that..." was purred into his ear and Aiji instantly forgot any suspicion of ulterior motives.

"I'm..." Aiji slurred and he left his eyelids go heavy. "It's...all ok..." The little light that was coming in from the heavily tinted windows was illuminating Kirito's face in a highly flattering way, he was always surprised how...great he looked in the moonlight.

Soft roaming fingertips brought him out of his reveries, they brushed his cheek over the top of the suffocating sick mask. They traced over the elastic next, going back and around his ear. All Aiji could hear now was his own heartbeat, all he could see was those deep black eyes, all he could feel was the gentle coolness from delicate fingertips.

Now even that wasnt even enough as Kirito started leaning down. That made Aiji realize just how much he hated that stupid mask. All he could think of is how much he wanted Kirito to kiss him, feel those sinfully lush lips on his own. The need burned him, almost made him wiggle and whine painfully as they parted slowly. Kirito had no idea what he was doing to him.

Aiji made a small noise of discomfort unconsciously and the right corner of Kirito's lips curved into a half-grin, seeming almost to taunt him for being impatient. Was something going to happen? Was this painful longing going to be relieved? It seemed too distant a hope, he didnt believe Kirito to be the type to rip his mask away.

His question was answered when a little pressure made itself known against his mouth, right through the mask. Aiji hadnt even realized he had shut his eyes in his impatient anticipation, but he knew instinctively what had happened without needing to open his eyes.

Kirito was kissing him through the mask.

Aiji's already warm blood ran hotter and his arms moved up Kirito to wrap around shoulders. He gripped onto them as if they were an anchor, keeping him attached to reality in this single most erotic but loving moment in his entire life.

Just a couple moments later, the moment ended as Kirito moved away and leaned a bit more towards him to whisper hotly into his ear. "No matter what, you're always so beautiful, Aiji. My Aiji."

He just clung tighter to Kirito as his heart skipped a beat, he didnt know what to say, this all didnt need words anyways. He leaned against Kirito more, leaning his head on his shoulder, needs calmed. For now.