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“Hyakunosuke, a word,” Usami says one evening, putting his arm around Ogata's shoulders. He's aware that he's interrupting Ogata's nightly routine of disassembling and cleaning his rifle on his cot in the barracks, and doesn't care at all.
“What the hell do you want,” Ogata mutters, trying to keep Usami’s knee from disturbing the rifle pieces he's laid out.
“I just want to talk, geez. When did you become so cranky?” Usami lets go of Ogata in favour of spreading out on the cot, managing to narrowly avoid pushing the rifle pieces to the ground. “You used to be so polite back when you enlisted... I miss that, you were such a cute kouhai.”
Usami giggles at the minute twitching of annoyance disturbing Ogata’s expression. Ogata stares at him, expectant, while his hands blindly work on reassembling the rifle – he could do it with his eyes closed and a hand behind his back, probably.
Usami decides to go straight to the point – his curiosity is killing him.
“What’s up with you and Warrant Officer Kikuta?”
A normal person probably wouldn’t notice it, but Usami’s known Ogata intimately for a couple years now – he’s literate in all his little gestures, and knows that he's caught famed sniper Hyakunosuke Ogata off-guard.
Ogata’s hands stutter for a split second as he grabs the firing pin, and his nostrils flare in tandem with a slight tense elevation of his shoulders. It all lasts for a little over a second before Ogata reigns himself in.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, now a perfect mask of indifference.
“There is something between you and him, isn’t it? I knew it!” Usami exclaims in triumph, making a few heads turn towards them. Ogata looks about ready to shoot him in the face – his rifle certainly is, fully assembled and expectant in his hands.
“Stop yelling, the whole regiment can hear you.”
“So that’s why you two sneak around so much,” Usami crosses his arms and nods, satisfied that he’s right. “Is it just sex, or is there something else going on?”
“Sex...?” Ogata’s hands loosen around his rifle.
“Now, don’t go playing coy on me, Hyakunosuke! I saw him leading you behind the horse stables the other day, and a few weeks before that you and him were whispering something at the shooting range! It’s obvious that you two are fucking!”
Ogata stays quiet for a few moments, while he replaces the cleaning supplies on his leather pouch.
“... Did anyone else notice... us?”
“I don’t know, probably,” Usami shrugs. “You two aren’t the kind to rub it in our faces or anything, but I noticed.”
“... I see,” Ogata nods. “Thanks for... warning me, I guess.”
“You’re welcome!” Usami grins before leaning closer to whisper. “Now, what’s it like, with a cock like his? I've seen it in the bathhouse before his promotion, can you even take it?”
“Hah,” Ogata gives him a short laugh through his nose. “It’s none of your business, but... I’m not the one who takes it.”
Usami’s shrieking laugh earns him a fair share of confused looks from the other soldiers in the barrack.
**
Ogata ambushes Kikuta the next day, when he’s on his way to the officers bathhouse, and quickly corners him into an empty storage room.
“Hey, hey, what’s this?” Kikuta asks when Ogata finally releases the sleeve of his coat. “I thought we wouldn’t get new instructions for at least another week.”
“You’re the shittiest spy I've ever seen, sir.” Ogata huffs, and Kikuta raises an eyebrow at the clearly punishable insubordination of that tone, even with a cursory sir tacked on at the end of his sentence
“Just because we’re working together it doesn’t mean you can talk to me like I’m one of your friends, Superior Private Ogata.”
Ogata takes no heed of his stern warning, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms in front of his chest, clearly agitated.
“Usami’s seen us, sir. He’s just told me yesterday that he’s been watching us for a while. I don’t have to tell you that Usami is Tsurumi’s lap dog, do I?”
That makes Kikuta’s eyes widen. “What do you mean, watching us? He knows everything, then?”
“Thankfully, no,” Ogata rests his hands on his waist. “His mind is perpetually in the gutter, so he just thinks we’re fucking.”
“Ah. That’s—”
“—Very inconvenient. We're lucky this isn’t widespread gossip, as far as I know.”
“What should we do about it?” Kikuta reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a cigarette. Ogata shakes his head when he offers him one. “Stop meeting during the day? Have our debriefings in the middle of the night?”
“If I’m caught sneaking out of the barracks at night, I’ll just draw more attention towards us.” Ogata sighs, as if dreading what he’s about to say next. “... We’re gonna have to pretend Usami is right. It’s the safest option.”
Kikuta nearly drops his box of matches.
“What?”
“Officer-soldier relationships aren’t the most uncommon... especially in this division.” Ogata explains, as if he’s just telling Kikuta some mundane rifle trivia instead of basically propositioning him. “They're still frowned upon, though, so it wouldn’t look odd if we were secretive about our... encounters.”
Kikuta misses the end of his cigarette about three times before finally managing to light it.
“Are you saying we should pretend that we’re dating?”
Ogata stares at him as if he’s stupid.
“Yes, Warrant Officer Kikuta. At least until you find a better way of organizing our meetings without the whole base knowing it, sir.”
Kikuta reaches quickly to grab Ogata by the front of his uniform, not really intending to hit him but more as a warning. Ogata, with his quick reflexes, holds Kikuta’s arm and coat lapels to keep them at a standstill.
“Insubordination isn’t a good look on you, Superior Private,” Kikuta says, cigarette dangling from his lips. “I’ll go along with your plan for now, but watch that tongue of yours when talking to an officer.”
Ogata’s closed fist on Kikuta’s lapel relaxes, and he opens his hand to splay it on Kikuta’s chest. As if he’s sizing him up. It’s enough to make Kikuta feel oddly disarmed.
“It’s not the ideal situation,” Ogata mutters, and Kikuta releases his grip on him. Ogata’s hand lingers, moving from Kikuta’s chest to his broad shoulder, and he finally meets his eyes. “But it could be worse, sir. All we have to do is give them fodder for gossip, so we can continue to hide in plain sight. I trust it won’t be... excessively unpleasant.”
Ogata steps back, gives Kikuta a polite nod and walks away, closing the door behind him. Kikuta stands there bewildered, still not having taken a single drag out of his cigarette.
**
It’s easy enough to make the whole base aware of their “relationship”: Kikuta just needed to conspicuously remove Ogata from less-than-pleasant duties, using his position in the hierarchy to grant the sniper such favours. Soldiers soon became acutely aware of how the Wildcat suddenly stopped being assigned to latrine duty, or to night guard duty. With Usami being fed deliberately sparse but tantalizing details of Kikuta and Ogata’s secret sexual encounters, it didn’t take long for it to spill from his lips and spread amongst the soldiers.
Kikuta’s a bit worried of how that’ll end up affecting his fellow spy. He knows Ogata’s already the target of mean-spirited rumours and bawdy stories – he isn’t called a Wildcat for nothing. And Kikuta had been a soldier once upon a time – he knows resentment tends to build amongst soldiers, when one of their rank is favoured for one reason or another. It could evolve into actual physical assault, even.
He’s on their usual rendezvous point behind the horse stables, about to tell Ogata to call the whole thing off – he’ll find a way for them to meet that won’t require this whole elaborate ruse, even if they have to resort to communicating in coded messages – when Ogata shows up. He doesn’t even greet Kikuta properly, instead surprising him by pressing him up against the wall, giving him an unemotional kiss.
His lips are warm, slightly chapped.
“Usami’s watching,” he whispers against Kikuta’s lips, nearly inaudible. “He... wanted to see what we are like together.”
“Ah,” is all that Kikuta manages to articulate, too stunned for actual words.
He isn’t immune to Ogata’s good looks, even while having insight into how terrible his personality could get. So, seeing Ogata on his knees in front of him, opening the front of his trousers to hold his cock in his hand, is hardly an unwelcome sight.
“How the hell are you so big,” Ogata sighs, experimentally pumping Kikuta’s cock with his hand. “I can’t fit this in my mouth.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” Kikuta closes his eyes, trying to focus on the warm touch of Ogata’s hands to at least gain some satisfaction from a mostly awkward situation. He tries to forget that Usami is apparently there with them, too, though remarkably hidden.
Ogata’s definitely sucked cock before, Kikuta concludes once he puts his lips around the head of his dick. It’s in his practised technique, however awkward it might be due to Kikuta’s unique size. It makes him endearing, in a way – this cold-blooded sniper, who’s so aloof and competent in what he does, being slightly out of his depth.
Just slightly – Ogata’s still pretty good at this.
Kikuta opens his eyes and meets Ogata's unflinching, bottomless ones staring right back at him. It’s kind of unnerving, if he’s honest – he’s never been good at reading them. Maybe no one is. To Kikuta, it almost feels like he’s on the wrong end of a rifle, staring into incarnated death.
“You could at least pretend you’re having a good time,” Kikuta sighs. His erection is flagging a bit, despite Ogata’s best efforts – he really should’ve kept his eyes closed.
Ogata snorts, pulling Kikuta’s cock out of his mouth. “Trouble keeping it up, old man?”
“I’m not old,” Kikuta reaches down to cup Ogata’s jaw, feeling him stiffen under his touch. Like he’s not used to being touched like this. “Come up here. I have a better idea.”
Surprisingly, Ogata obeys him without talking back this time. Kikuta kisses him gently, and slowly guides Ogata to have his back against the wall. Ogata goes along with it, letting himself be kissed, letting Kikuta touch his chest through his clothes, press him against the unfinished wood of the stable walls.
Kikuta peeks while they kiss, and almost groans in exasperation when he sees that Ogata’s eyes are wide open, staring as always. Has this kid ever been kissed properly before?
“Can’t help feeling like I’m wasting my finesse on someone who refuses to appreciate it,” he whispers, and Ogata’s lips are tugged into a grin.
“I’m not some woman,” he replies, “you can just take what you want, without pretence.”
Kikuta frowns. “This isn’t pretence,” his hands slide down, touching Ogata lower, “I enjoy this. The whole process. It’s only natural.”
Ogata hisses when Kikuta cups his hard cock though his uniform. Ah, so he is enjoying this. He’s just insufferably weird about showing it.
“If the idea is to pretend there’s something between us,” he continues, unbuttoning Ogata’s trousers with one hand while using the other to tilt his chin upwards, to capture his lips again, “and if we’re being watched,” the fundoshi is loosened, Kikuta’s hand dipping inside, “we should act the part, shouldn’t we? This is how people who care about each other make love.”
Ogata finally closes his eyes just as Kikuta’s hand closes around his cock. It’s fairly wet – skin glides easily against skin, and Kikuta manages to build a good rhythm. For all his self-control and famed coldness, Ogata can’t help but come undone under his touch. It’s almost incongruent – how experienced Ogata seemed when sucking cock, with how easily Kikuta brings him close to the edge with just his hand.
“No one’s ever done that for you?” Kikuta mutters. Ogata huffs, but doesn’t push him away.
“Shut up, sir.”
“Alright, alright,” he says against the skin of Ogata’s neck, trailing down loose kisses. Ogata shivers at that, and Kikuta notices how hard he’s trying to keep his moans contained.
It’s cute. Not an adjective he’d normally use for Ogata, but... it is what it is.
Kikuta uses his other hand to take hold of his own neglected cock, which had stiffened again with their change of pace. It’s always been more his style, to take his time and enjoy his partners slowly, taking pleasure in the pleasure he himself gives. Ogata, Kikuta theorizes, probably acquired most of his experience in the barracks, where the power dynamics and hierarchy affected even lovemaking. It’s such a pity, a waste, even.
If they have to continue this ridiculous ruse, the least Kikuta could do is present this young man with another way of doing things.
He presses their cocks together, sliding their lengths together, and Ogata reaches to grasp his shoulder to keep himself upright. His hips stutter against Kikuta’s, rutting into his fist and against his cock, and Kikuta raises his head to appreciate how Hyakunosuke Ogata's face looks like as he comes, thick ropes of cum landing on Kikuta’s fist.
Kikuta isn’t too far behind – he follows Ogata with three or four strokes more, careful not to stain either of their uniforms. Ogata’s hands are still digging into Kikuta’s shoulder as he recovers, eyes still closed. His expression looks almost relaxed, and it surprises Kikuta to see the difference it makes.
He looks so young, like this. Unguarded.
A rustle in the vegetation behind the stables brings Ogata back to full alertness in a fraction of a second. Ah, yes; Usami is still there, somewhere. Ogata lets go of Kikuta, pushing him away, and that magic moment is gone – Kikuta fishes his handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe up their mess, and Ogata adjusts his uniform in silence. In a few seconds, it’s like it never happened – the only suspicious thing is the faint glow of a blush on Ogata’s pale skin.
“...Thanks,” Ogata says awkwardly, at a regular volume – it’s so Usami can hear it too, presumably. “Same time next week, sir?”
**
Kikuta realises the rumour has spread way too far when Second Lieutenant Yuusaku Hanazawa of all people intercepts him on his way out of an officers meeting.
“Warrant Officer Kikuta!” Yuusaku calls out, jogging a little to reach him. “Walk with me for a bit? I’d like to have a quick word.”
Kikuta nods, and they walk towards the courtyard.
“What is it, Second Lieutenant?”
“Well... you see...” Yuusaku starts, seemingly having a hard time choosing his words. “I’ll be direct, if that’s OK.”
“Sure.”
“There’s some... rumours, going around the base. Regarding you and Superior Private Ogata’s... relationship.”
“Ah,” Kikuta feels the heat of embarrassment crawling up his neck. Great. Just what he needed, a superior officer knowing about this mess. And out of all superior officers, it had to be Ogata’s half-brother. “Yes, unfortunately there’s been talk of this.”
“Is it true, then? That you two have... an arrangement?”
Kikuta reaches into his pocket to get his cigarette case and matches, mostly to buy himself some precious seconds to think of what to say.
Should he keep up the lie? The sort of relationship he and Ogata are pretending to have isn’t allowed, after all – and Yuusaku is in the position to punish them both for it. And Kikuta has seen how the two brothers get along well, even with Ogata being naturally withdrawn... The one who could catch the most heat for this would be Kikuta himself, as he’d technically be the one pulling rank on a mere private. And Yuusaku could even bring the matter to Central – how would Kikuta explain that to them, then?
Thankfully, Yuusaku’s nature of filling any extended silence with chatter works out in Kikuta’s favour – he continues talking even before Kikuta’s stricken the match.
“I’m sorry for meddling in your private business,” Yuusaku says in an apologetic tone. “It is a violation of conduct, to be engaged in... acts like these, but... I didn’t start this conversation to reprimand you, Warrant Officer Kikuta.”
Kikuta raises an eyebrow. Second Lieutenant Yuusaku always struck him as a stickler for rules, ever since his Academy days. A very nice, very polite kid, but still very hung up on regulations and duties. Why would he make an exception for an officer who’s nailing his dear older brother?
“Ani-sama— Superior Private Ogata, I mean. He’s very quiet, and even with all my efforts he’s not... comfortable around me yet, it seems,” Yuusaku confesses. Kikuta is fairly surprised at that. “But! He strikes me as a person who wouldn’t... submit to this sort of situation unwillingly. Do you know what I mean?”
“... Yeah, I think I get it.” Kikuta takes a drag of his cigarette, quietly praying for this conversation to end.
“If it is a... situation decided upon mutual agreement,” Yuusaku keeps going, “then I don’t think it’s wrong. Improper, yes, but not harmful.”
Kikuta truly doesn’t know where Yuusaku’s trying to get at. For a ridiculous moment, it crosses Kikuta’s mind that this duty-bound young officer is awkwardly attempting to give their relationship his blessing. Surely, that’d be ridiculous on so many levels—
“I guess I just wanted to say, I’m OK with that. With the two of you being together.” Oh no. “As long as it makes Superior Private Ogata happy, I’m happy too.”
Kikuta nearly trips on a loose stone in their path in his shock. Yuusaku grabs him by the arm and steadies him on his feet.
“Uhh... thank you, Second Lieutenant Hanazawa,” Kikuta says awkwardly.
Yuusaku’s face lights up – ah, crap, he thinks Kikuta’s just thanked him for blessing his made-up relationship with Ogata, and not from narrowly saving Kikuta from falling on his ass.
“It’s no problem at all!” Yuusaku beams. They start walking again with Kikuta tightening him step, unconsciously trying to get away. “After all, in a way, we could almost be considered family now. Right, Warrant Officer Kikuta?”
That makes Kikuta fall on his face before Yuusaku can avoid it.
**
Ogata’s taken to ambushing Kikuta more and more lately. It’s gotten to a point where he’s procured even when there’s no spy business to be discussed, no news from Central, nothing at all to justify a meeting. Ogata just finds him, wherever he is, and has no qualms in getting right into it if the location is more-or-less secluded.
Whatever it is that’s in between them right now, Kikuta knows it’s become far more than a ruse. Fact of the matter is, they’re regularly fucking, and not only when Usami wants to watch – it’s become a real thing, whether or not Ogata admits it to himself.
Kikuta just goes along with it. For now. That whole talk with Yuusaku was maybe the most personally embarrassing thing he’s ever had to endure in the army, and Kikuta had been in charge of the plan to protect Yuusaku’s virginity a while ago. But even so, it still wasn’t quite enough to drive him to end this silliness with Ogata.
Not when the Superior Private has gotten so good at sucking his cock.
They’re currently inside the warehouse where spare mechanical parts are kept, located considerably out of the way from most personnel's daily activities. Ogata has a spare key, somehow, and Kikuta doesn’t want to know which means he’d employed to acquire that.
Ogata licks a fat stripe down Kikuta’s hard cock, velvety mouth enveloping the length unhurriedly. He’s learned to close his eyes while doing this, thank goodness, so Kikuta doesn’t have to deprive himself from appreciating the view anymore.
And what a view it is. Ogata had ditched his uniform jacket at the beginning of their encounter and his shirt is unbuttoned, exposing a tantalizing expanse of pale skin. From Kikuta’s advantage point, sitting on a wooden crate, Ogata’s long eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks, his still-boyish face betraying his young age.
Ah, how dangerous it is, to admire such a lethal beauty.
“Let me fuck you,” Kikuta hums, placing his hand on the back of Ogata’s neck to hold him still. Ogata opens his eyes to stare at him, keeping eye contact as he slowly removes Kikuta’s cock from his mouth. It’s different from the dead-fish stare Kikuta hated – it’s sultry, seductive. Kikuta almost wants to take the credit for teaching Ogata how to weaponize his sex-appeal like this.
“Fuck me, with this thing of yours?” Ogata smirks, voice slightly strained. “You’ll kill me.”
“There’s lots of ways to get around that,” Kikuta says, absently petting the buzz cut under his hand. Ogata allows it. “I’m thinking fingers, if you’re not opposed to that.”
Ogata glances at Kikuta’s free hand, splayed on the crate to support his upper body. Ponders for a second.
“...I’ll do it, if I get to fuck you next time.”
Kikuta smiles and nods, beckoning him closer. Fool – if Ogata wanted to fuck him in the first place, all he had to do was ask.
Ogata rises up and quickly removes his trousers and fundoshi, wasting no time in straddling Kikuta’s lap. He’s only wearing his shirt, now, and his very interested cock tents up the loose fabric. Kikuta’s hands skate up Ogata’s splayed thighs, worshipping the soft firmness of his skin, the well-built muscles underneath.
“In my breast pocket,” he says against Ogata’s throat, breathing in his scent. “There’s something we’ll need. Could you get it for me, please?”
Ogata paws at this chest trying to find it, and lets out a dry laugh when he picks up the small vial of oil and holds it in his palm.
“Pervert,” Ogata states, as if he wasn’t the one who dragged Kikuta here for the express purpose of fooling around. As if he wasn’t the one who started this whole real-fake agreement. “You were prepared for this.”
“I’m always prepared,” Kikuta takes the oil from Ogata’s hand, drags the rounded glass lightly across his thigh just to watch the raised goosebumps on his skin. “You never know when you might be put in a difficult position.”
Ogata snorts. “Get on with it, sir.”
Making Ogata relax enough to accept his finger is a slow process, and Kikuta wonders if the Superior Private has ever even done it this way before. Still, Kikuta’s patient, slick fingers tease and massage Ogata’s entrance, as his other hand slowly jerks him off and his mouth kisses his neck, trying to distract from the process. Ogata doesn’t moan, not yet, but Kikuta feels his resistance fading as he manages to insert his pointer finger all the way inside.
“That’s it, you’re doing great,” Kikuta breathes against his skin.
“Be quiet,” Ogata mutters, but Kikuta can see the effect this small praise had on him. Or rather, he feels it, hears it in Ogata’s shaky voice.
Ogata's never struck him as someone that would let himself be affected by praise and compliments, but it makes sense. That’s one of the ways Tsurumi recruits young men into his inner circle, after all – Ogata can’t be totally immune to it.
It can prove to be advantageous to know that. At the very least, it’s quite useful for the task at hand.
More oil is spread on his fingers, and Kikuta adds another digit alongside the first. Ogata’s thighs are shaking, but he takes it better now, relaxing more and more as Kikuta fucks him with his fingers. Nice and slow.
There’s no way he’ll be able to fit his cock in there. At least, not today. Kikuta never held out much hope for that, though, and dedicates himself to bringing Ogata some newfound pleasure. Every barely-suppressed sound, every shudder and sharp intake of breath – Kikuta drinks it all up.
"Put it in already,” Ogata pants. Kikuta smirks, and pushes deeper inside, trying to reach Ogata’s sweet spot.
“You’re too damn tight,” he mutters. “Today I’ll make you come with just these two fingers, how about that?”
KIkuta punctuates his sentence with a slow drag of his fingers across Ogata’s prostate, and it earns him a full-body shudder and a surprised moan slipping from Ogata’s lips.
He does it again and again, massaging with increased intensity each time, synched with his other hand on Ogata’s cock. The noises he manages to pull out of Ogata are delicious, addicting, egging Kikuta on. It doesn’t take very long for Ogata to groan and spill on Kikuta’s hand, aftershocks coursing through his body.
Ogata barely protests as Kikuta cradles him against his chest, holding him as he recovers from his orgasm. This is definitely one of Kikuta’s favourite parts – taming this wildcat, if only for a moment, against his relaxed body.
It won’t last long – it never does. Once Ogata catches himself, he’ll push Kikuta away, get dressed and leave. Sometimes he leaves without a word, but most times there’s at least a wry reply to whatever Kikuta says to him as he pulls up his pants. And it’ll be like that until next time, which will be whenever Ogata wants it to be, whenever Ogata searches for him again, and not a moment sooner.
Damn cat – Kikuta’s in it deeper than he thought he'd be.
**
“Second Lieutenant Hanazawa talked to me the other day,” Kikuta says absent-mindedly, as Ogata dresses himself up.
“He talks a lot,” Ogata replies simply. He doesn’t even halt what he’s doing, continuing to button up his trousers and adjust the cuffs of his sleeves.
“He wanted to ask about us, I mean.” Kikuta clarifies. That gives Ogata pause, his spine visibly stiffening. “The gossip reached even him, it seems.”
“...And what did he say?”
“He’s OK with it, for some reason,” Kikuta shrugs. “Won’t give us any trouble, I think.”
Ogata nods, and then pulls the rest of his clothes on a bit more hurriedly.
“Maybe we should stop this,” Ogata mutters. Kikuta raises an eyebrow – he gets the embarrassment of one’s younger brother knowing about one’s love life, but it’s surprising that even Ogata, cold as he is, would give a damn about this.
“I mean, Yuusaku seemed happy,” he continues. Ogata is now kneeled to lace up his boots, face obscured. “I was just telling you this so you’ll be prepared if he brings it up.”
“... Happy.” Ogata repeats, clearly unconvinced.
Distantly, Kikuta wonders if what he’d meant as a light-hearted, inconsequential comment would ultimately mean the end of their arrangement. Just as he'd made peace with it...
“Younger brothers are like that, I guess,” Kikuta says. “Always looking out for your well-being and all that. And Yuusaku does like you, for some unfathomable reason.”
Ogata snorts at that. He’s fully dressed, now – Kikuta hurries up with buttoning his own shirt, once he realizes he’s lagging behind. They walk to the warehouse’s entrance together, and Ogata carefully unlocks it and pokes his head out of the door to check is there’s anyone around.
“... So, this place next week?” Kikuta risks testing the waters a little. If Yuusaku knowing about this ridiculous situation is a deal-breaker for Ogata, Kikuta’d like to know it sooner rather than later.
He gives Kikuta an undecipherable look, cold eyes scanning him from head to toes, and raises an insolent eyebrow.
“Sure. You owe me your ass, anyway,” Ogata sneers, and Kikuta rolls his eyes.
What an insufferable brat.