Title: Volcano
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Flame King (Spitfire x Kazu)
Summary: Spitfire shows Kazu that there are different types of flames on the flame road. (WARNING: BOY SEX, DEFINATLEY NO WHERE NEAR WORK SAFE AT ALL)

Kazu pushed opened the door to Spitfire’s home, immediately assaulted by the sweet sound of Spitfire’s piano. It rang through the house, a sweet melody that was slow yet simmered, just waiting for the player’s fingers to fly over ivory keys and let loose a torrent of sound that created a melody of fire and air.

He paused in the entrance, just sort of standing there and listening, drinking in the sound. He always liked it when Spitfire was playing when he came over – today especially so. He never liked school all that much to begin with, but harsh after school practices with Kogamarasu simply made a bad day worse – especially when Ikki and Agito refused to acknowledge the fact he’d made any progress.

“Kazu?”

”Yeah,” he called back to the question and shut the door. He shouldered his bag as he clambered up the steps, taking them two at a time.

He turned the corner and raised a hand in greeting to Spitfire, the former Flame King and his current mentor. He threw his bag on the couch and flopped down, looking up at Spitfire from under his beanie.

“Rough day?” Spitfire asked, crossing his legs and watching Kazu.

Kazu knew this was a trick question of sorts. Half the time it was with sincerity, and the other half was to test to see if he’d stopped being such a pussy. “It was school,” he shrugged, voting to be noncommittal this time.

Spitfire’s lips quirked up in a smirk, and Kazu couldn’t help but notice that special twinkle in Spitfire’s eye. The redhead turned back to the piano keys and began to play again, this time a soft whisper of a song, like the embers of a fire finally going out. That might have been depressing at some point, but to Kazu it was soothing, and watching Spitfire’s hands moved over the keys was mesmerizing. They were so sure of themselves; every movement carefully timed and planned to draw forth just the right note for just the right length. It melded what would have been a cacophony of random notes into a melody that, to Kazu, had no equal.

The melody came to a halt, the last notes fluttering through the air like the final wisps of smoke from the fire.

Kazu looked up from his position on the couch, Spitfire standing before him with arms crossed and lips set in a firm line.

”Time to train,” Spitfire informed him.

Kazu just sighed and rolled off the couch.

*******

“I’m never going to get this!” Kazu snarled as he put his ATs in their bag and zipped it up with finality.

Spitfire rolled his eyes and came to stand next to Kazu, and Kazu could feel his fiery eyes boring into his hunched shoulders. “You can’t get it in a day. Don’t be conceited,” Spitfire shot at him.

Kazu winced. “But I’ve been working on it for over a month! Shouldn’t I at least be able to do it for more than three seconds?”

“You weren’t exactly into it,” Spitfire pointed out, letting the disappointment creep into his voice.

Kazu winced again. That was true. His mind had been elsewhere during their practice session, and Spitfire deserved better. When Spitfire told Kazu he was going to name Kazu his successor, he’d panicked because he thought Spitfire was going to leave him to figure out the Flame Road on his own. That hadn’t been the case though. Spitfire had taken Kazu under his wing, at first meeting Kazu in the parks at night, and then bringing Kazu to his own home to practice.

For nearly seven months he’d spent nearly all of his free time with Spitfire, trying his hardest to live up to his expectations. He’d mastered the first trick he’d ever seen Spitfire do, an accomplishment in and of itself. He’d slowly mastered more and more of the Flame Road, feeling himself grow stronger by the day. Unfortunately, his friends didn’t always see that, and it sometimes made Kazu wonder if he really was making any progress. He’d feel guilty over monopolizing Spitfire’s time when he simply wasn’t producing results.

“I’m sorry,” Kazu murmured.

Spitfire didn’t immediately answer, and Kazu wondered for a moment if he’d actually left. But no, he could feel Spitfire there, could feel the low heat that rolled off the former Flame King’s body. The silence stretched, making Kazu uncomfortable.

He rose, grabbing his AT bag. “I’ll go for tonight,” he mumbled and tried to step past Spitfire.

He stopped as he felt Spitfire’s arm wrap around his waist, halting his advance. He licked his lips and gulped, slowly turning to look up into the face of his mentor. He met eyes that smoldered with the beginnings of a fire that was part disappointment and part worry. He’d learned through their time together to tell the two apart, but he wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse.

“You’re so very conceited, boy,” Spitfire told him, and Kazu cast his eyes down. “But you also place to much pressure on yourself. The Flame Road is a hard road to master, as is any road. Remember that it took me four years to take my title back after Kilik took it away from me?”

Kazu bit his lip. “I know, that but…”

”But you want to be a flash fire,” Spitfire interrupted.

“Huh?” Kazu jerked his head back up, and found himself yanked to Spitfire’s chest. He dropped his ATs out of sheer surprise, and his eyes widened when he felt soft, ember warm lips press to his own.

It was not the first time he and Spitfire had kissed, not by a long shot. But this was somehow different. Spitfire’s lips kneaded gently and slowly against his own, tongue tracing a warm, wet path over Kazu’s lips. He felt Spitfire scrape his teeth against his bottom lip, running his tongue over where his teeth had touched in a sort of slow torture that made Kazu gasp, his lips parting of their own accord.

Spitfire took the opening, the former King’s tongue sliding into Kazu’s mouth with an intense slowness that made Kazu shiver. His arms came up to wrap around Spitfire’s shoulders as the older man explored Kazu’s mouth with a tranquil, delicate touch that nonetheless sent shivers up and down Kazu’s spine and made his body involuntarily press close to Spitfire’s.

After what seemed a blissful eternity Spitfire retreated, a noise of protest escaping Kazu’s throat. Spitfire smirked down at him, his red eyes smoldering with a different heat from before. “Yours is the heat of a volcano.”

“I don’t get it,” Kazu panted, yearning for more of Spitfire’s kisses.

“You wish to become a roaring blaze in the matter of an instant,” Spitfire murmured against Kazu’s ear, stroking the flesh with his ember lips, “but your best abilities come out after they have had time to sit under pressure, like a volcano’s flame.”

“I-I don’t - ,” Kazu mumbled, his mind unable to wrap itself around Spitfire’s flame analogies with the man doing things like that to his ear.

“Let me show you,” Spitfire murmured, nipping at the tender flesh just behind Kazu’s ear.

At first Kazu didn’t understand, then he felt the fabric of his shirt slowly detach itself from his skin as Spitfire’s hands slid under it. Kazu trembled with a mixture of fear and anticipation, gripping Spitfire’s jacket as the man’s hands slowly slid over his back and stomach, pulling his shirt up further as they slid upwards. Kazu shuddered as the AC cooled air ran over his exposed upper body once Spitfire removed the shirt entirely, tossing it to the side without a thought.

He started and arched his back as Spitfire’s fingers teased his nipples, turning his head to the side as the former Flame King’s tongue traced a warm, wet line down his throat. His hands moved sporadically over Spitfire’s back, finally taking refuge in the fur of the man’s coat and in the silken strands of his fiery red hair. He let out a gasp as Spitfire’s teeth slowly nipped their way back up his neck to his ear, Spitfire’s fingers trailing down his stomach to slowly tease the edges of his pants.

Spitfire delicately nuzzled his ear, licking the tender lobe. Kazu tried to force it down, but he couldn’t help letting a moan escape his mouth, his knees suddenly turning to jelly and his body falling heavily against Spitfire’s clinging tighter. Spitfire chuckled and tightened the grip his hands had on Kazu’s waist, then slid down to grip the back of his thighs just beneath his ass. He yelped as Spitfire suddenly yanked him off the ground, Kazu’s legs reflexively clamping around the only object that could keep him from falling – Spitfire.

The older man grinned in a sort wicked, steaming way, and suddenly Kazu didn’t care that he was shirtless and currently wrapping his legs around Spitfire’s waist as he felt the wonderful, warm pressure of those lips against his. Vaguely he was aware of Spitfire moving, heard the quiet rustling of sheets, felt soft sheets sliding against his bare back.

All of that paled in comparison to anything as Spitfire’s lips moved from his and down his body. Ember warm lips sucked at his nipples, left fiery trails of kisses over his chest and down his stomach, his tongue following the same tail, dipping into his navel. Kazu arched his back and writhed beneath the attention, unable to do more than gasp and make noises he hoped Spitfire managed to translate as ‘more’, because whatever Spitfire was doing, it felt good.

For an instant the sensations of lips and tongue stopped, replaced by the feel of cloth sliding off his body. He let out a moan as cold air assaulted his lower body in a very unpleasant way, and at the same was relieved since his pants had grown near the point of being unbearably tight. He shuddered as Spitfire’s hands stroked over his bare ass and over his thigh, lips kissing over his hips.

And then flame sparked in his body, sending bright bursts of pleasure before his eyes as Spitfire’s fingers touched his cock, the already hardened organ jumping at the sudden contact. Kazu managed to force himself up on his elbows, fear and desire warring with him as he looked down at Spitfire, the man’s face pressed to the inside of his thigh, fingers stroking his member in a way that made Kazu whimper from the pleasure.

“Spit,” he moaned. “What are you - ?” but the sentence didn’t manage to make it out as Spitfire’s fingers closed over his organ, slowly gliding up and down.

”I said I’d show you, didn’t I?” Spitfire demanded as he moved his face away from Kazu’s thighs, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and teasing the tip of Kazu’s cock.

“AH!” was about the only thing Kazu could manage, because goddamn that had felt good. His hand shot out, tangling in Spitfire’s hair, as if afraid the older man might suddenly back away.

Spitfire just grinned up Kazu, and suddenly Kazu didn’t give a damn if this was wrong or anything, because his body was suddenly on fire, he lost track of anything but the sensation of Spitfire’s mouth and tongue working over his cock. He couldn’t find the strength to hold himself up, so he lay back down on the bed and drank in the sensations. He felt fire building in his belly, bubbling and rising as Spitfire continued his ministrations, dragging out sounds from Kazu’s throat Kazu wasn’t aware he could make.

And then that warmth disappeared, and Kazu looked at Spitfire with hurt in his eyes. “Spit?” he whimpered, needing the warmth, the pleasure.

Spitfire just smiled at him and began to strip. First went his jacket, then his shirt, and then he started on his pants, but he did it slowly, watching Kazu as he did. Kazu found he couldn’t tear his eyes away as Spitfire slowly unzipped his pants and slid out of the material in a sensual manner Kazu had not thought possible when wearing jeans. And as he watched he became aware of the pulsing ache from between his legs, of the fire still bubbling, and a desperate need to have Spitfire touching him, kissing him again. And when Spitfire’s boxers came off, than pain, that need, doubled as he his eyes fell on Spitfire’s cock, already erected, as Kazu suspected his own was. He felt his cheeks flush, and that burning between his legs intensifed.

He almost sighed with relief when Spitfire loomed over him, pressed kisses to his throat and jaw. He sighed and quivered, wrapping his arms around Spitfire’s shoulders to keep him there even as he became aware that Spitfire was reaching past him with one arm, doing something he couldn’t see, nor could he really care about at the moment.

And then he felt a finger parting his ass cheeks, felt it slide into his entrance. He cried out at the intrusion, pain overriding the feelings of pleasure from before. “Spitfire!” he protested, clenching his arms tighter around the main as his hips came up in an attempt to flee the intrusion, but that only made him cry out as their hardened members ground against each other.

“Sssh, relax,” Spitfire murmured against his neck, and Kazu felt him slowly slide the finger out and thrust it back in.

Kazu squeezed his eyes shut, could feel tears building as Spitfire continued to slide his finger in and out. And the more he did it, the less painful it became. In fact, it was going from painful to pleasurable, feeding the fire building in his belly that was slowly leaking out to the rest of his body. And then he cried out in pain again as Spitfire slid another finger inside him, but he was willing to trust Spitfire, and relaxed once more, moans escaping him as pleasure replaced pain faster this time.

Eventually Kazu found himself rocking his hips back against the fingers, his lips grazing Spitfire’s cheek and ears as he gasped and pleaded for more, the pressure and heat in his belly building, pushing, seeking a release. And just when he thought that pressure had found its release, the fingers disappeared and Kazu could not suppress the cry of disappointment from escaping him.

“Don’t worry,” Spitfire murmured, kissing Kazu in an almost sweet manner as Kazu felt himself pushed fully onto his back and Spitfire’s hands raised his hips, Spitfire’s own hips parting Kazu’s thighs.

“Wait…what?” Kazu mumbled, the heat and pressure from his belly making it hard to form a coherent sentence.

“This will hurt,” Spitfire told him, and before Kazu could protest he felt something entirely different from Spitfire’s fingers enter him.

He gritted his teeth to keep from crying out, clenching the bedclothes as he felt Spitfire push himself all the way inside him. For a minute Spitfire did not move, the man’s fingers clenched around Kazu’s thighs, and Kazu could hear his breath coming in deep gasps. The pain from the entrance was fading, and Kazu turned his head to look up at Spitfire, cheeks flushing as he caught sight of the undisguised lust and pleasure in those burning eyes.

Spitfire leaned forward and caught Kazu’s lips, the kiss like a raging forest fire. And then Kazu forgot all else as Spitfire moved. He felt him slid and out, a mixture of pain and pleasure that set the heat in his belly to boiling. Fire swam through him, igniting his body as Spitfire thrust in again and again, as the man’s lips found his, their bodies pushing against one another with a slow friction that created a burning sensation fiercer than anything Kazu had ever felt.

He lost track of how long they were like that, of how long he lay beneath Spitfire and moved with him as the man kissed and made love to him. But he could feel the pressure building, the heat seeking release, his body focused solely on the sensations Spitfire was producing in him. And then…oh god, then Spitfire did something that set the heat from boiling to a surging mass of pleasure and fire. His body shot up in flames, and he thought somewhere beyond the roaring of the flames he heard himself call Spitfire’s name. He felt his body shudder, felt the heat and flames explode thorough him in one massive surge, and he had nothing more to give.

He went limp, sagging against the bed sheets, chest heaving, aware of Spitfire’s weight atop him. He could feel the other man’s chest heaving along with his, felt something liquid sliding over their bellies and legs. But he didn’t care. He just lay there, his arms still wrapped around Spitfire, body trembling as the flames receded to a faint after glow, brightly burning embers.

He felt Spitfire’s weight shift so that he was next to Kazu, felt the soft glide of Spitfire’s arms around him, tugging him closer, those ember warm lips finding his.

”See what I mean?” he murmured.

”About what?” Kazu mumbled tiredly, laying his head on Spitfire’s shoulder.

Spitfire looked down at him. “The forest fire and the volcano.”

Kazu wrinkled his brow, and since he couldn’t formulate a grammatically correct sentence he settled for a noise of confusion.

Spitfire just smiled and shook his head, kissing Kazu’s brow. “I guess you’ll need another demonstration.”

Kazu found himself smiling at the thought.