Eighteen-
Hikaru no Go, Kaga/Tsutsui
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"No you couldn't," Kaga said, sliding down in his seat until he was nearly parallel to the ground and kicking his legs out. A lit cigarette jutted out from between his first two fingers; once he was occupying enough space he brought that hand up and took another deep, lazy drag, making the tip glow its deep fiery orange. It was the only light in the little bus stop shelter, and it stood out like a beacon against the rapidly darkening night.

Tsutsui watched this process covertly, out of the corners of his eyes. "I-I could," he said defiantly, "if I wanted to."

"Okay," Kaga said, lunging upright, "so show me," and leaning forward he clapped his hand over Tsutsui's mouth and nose, jamming the filter of his cigarette between Tsutsui's lips and grinding it against his front teeth. With no other airways open Tsutsui panicked and sucked in his next breath through the cigarette, and then the world went all gray and spinny as he flailed and tried to cough up both of his outraged lungs.

"Told you," Kaga said, grinning and mightily pleased, flopping back out in his chair.

"That--" Tsutsui coughed "--that's not fair--" Tsutsui coughed again "--I wasn't ready!"

"Yeah?" Kaga said, and his grin went crazy, like it always did. Tsutsui immediately faltered. "How about you tell me when you're ready, then?"

"O-okay," Tsutsui said, drawing back. It became vitally important to clean his glasses now, and he did, marshaling up his slight courage as best he could while he couldn't see Kaga, or that grin. "I'm ready," he finally said, putting his glasses back on and looking up.

Kaga cocked an eyebrow at him. "You sure?"

"I-I-I'm sure," Tsutsui said. He leaned forward, opening his mouth a little, and gestured at the cigarette in Kaga's hand.

Kaga didn't hold it out right away. Instead, watching Tsutsui, he took another long, deep drag of his own. Tsutsui's mind spun at the implication, so clear, that he was going to put his mouth right where Kaga's had been, right after Kaga's mouth had been there--then Kaga leaned forward and grabbed Tsutsui around the neck with his free arm, hauling him in.

Kaga's mouth closed on his, all warm flesh, chapped lips, stubble, and smoke. Tsutsui's eyes flew open wide, and then wider when Kaga poked Tsutsui right in his incredibly ticklish belly. Tsutsui automatically sucked in a shocked breath at the touch and Kaga exhaled at the same moment, smoke flowing like a snake from his lungs to Tsutsui's. 

Tsutsui floated in a haze of amazement, Kaga's face a bare flesh-colored blur at the corners of his vision. He only barely heard Kaga says, "Damn, Tsutsui, maybe you weren't wrong after all, huh?"

"What?" Tsutsui said faintly, smoke rolling out on his next breath like he'd been indulging for years.