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Connected (Akaashi/Bokuto)

[kiyala]

Akaashi is straddling Bokuto on the floor, grinding against him and sucking a mark just under his collarbone when the sirens go off. They break apart, cursing under their breath as they scramble to their feet, getting out of their room and making their way over to the pilot bay.

Bokuto is thrumming with anticipation, the desire from before easily translating itself over to excitement to face the next Kaiju. It's a Category III, they're told as they're fitted into their suits. Akaashi's face, flushed before when they were in their room, is blank as it always is when they're being given their orders. There are no boats out in the water, so the mission is simple enough: destroy the Kaiju, as far away from the shore as possible.

Bokuto turns to Akaashi and they nod at each other, getting into their jaeger. Golden Owl is one of the best jaegers in the shatterdome. It's not new, but it's gone through enough upgrades to keep it functioning beautifully and most of its success comes from just how deep the connection is between its pilots. Bokuto and Akaashi have known each other ever since they went through the training program. When it was time to find a drift partner, they knew they would be compatible even before entering the Kwoon Room.

The Drift is a familiar place between them now, and Bokuto shuts his eyes as he's pulled through their combined memories. He isn't expecting the wall of pure desire that hits him, making his eyes snap open. He's thrown headfirst into Akaashi's thoughts and Bokuto's always known that he burns silently under the surface despite his calm expression, but even he isn't ready for thought after thought of how much Akaashi wants him, of how much he's looking forward to dispatching this Kaiju so they can get back to their room and finish what they started.

"Keiji," he says weakly, but then he steels himself and pushes it out of his mind. They have work to do here. They can focus on the rest later.

"That's how it feels getting into your head," Akaashi says quietly, as they walk Golden Owl out into the ocean. "Every single time. Your thoughts are always so loud, Koutarou."

"I'm a loud person," Bokuto replies, grinning as he gets mutters of agreement from LOCCENT over the intercom. "Come on, let's bag ourselves a Kaiju."

They follow the directions their given, cautious as they look around. It's late at night and the only light they have to go by is the one on top of Golden Owl's head. They've long since gotten used to navigating with it, though, and they have the radar in front of them to help.

The Kaiju leaps out of the waves to attack them, jaw opened to bite. They turn to face it, plasma gun already charged. Bokuto punches it from one side to disorient it and Akaashi takes advantage of the moment to unload the clip right into the Kaiju's head.

It's quick and easy and they step back to avoid the spray of Kaiju blue. Akaashi glances over at Bokuto, lips quirked into a small smile. Bokuto grins back, and they both wait a moment, just to make sure the Kaiju's really dead. LOCCENT gives them the order to return to base and they turn back to shore, trudging through the waves.

Golden Owl's fighting style has always been praised for its efficiency. The credit goes to Akaashi, who analyses their possible attacks and chooses the right one. Bokuto responds instinctively, bringing the force behind their attacks. They've racked up the most Kaiju kills in the thunderdome, regarded as something like heroes. Bokuto likes the attention, even if Akaashi doesn't.

They go through their debriefing, before they're finally free to return back to their room. The moment the door is shut behind them, Bokuto picks Akaashi up and holds him against the wall.

They don't need to speak for this. Akaashi's legs wrap around Bokuto's waist as they kiss, hard enough for their lips to bruise. They're tearing at each other's clothes, just for the feel of their skin against each other, and they stumble towards the desk, where they keep their lube.

They have their pants pulled just far enough down and Bokuto presses Akaashi against the wall to keep him up as he lets go with one hand, reaching for the lube and slicking his fingers with it. Akaashi grunts as he bears down on Bokuto's fingers, impatient, desperate, all of it playing out across his face, in the back of Bokuto's mind as the Drift clings to them.

Bokuto is rough, because he knows Akaashi won't accept anything else. He's claiming, he's pressed so closely against Akaashi that it feels like they're going to combine, like they're just the one person.

Akaashi moans as Bokuto strokes him firmly, head falling back against the wall. Bokuto bites the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucks on it until he leaves a mark behind. Akaashi is trembling, close to coming, and Bokuto changes the angle of his thrusts, fucking into him until he makes Akaashi tense up with a whimper.

The wall must be digging into Akaashi's back, but his grip on Bokuto's shoulders is firm, tugging him closer, closer, closer still, sweat mingling, breaths coming out in sync. They come together, shaking and clutching at each other as it wracks through them both. They lean against the wall, panting softly, trading lazy kisses as they wipe themselves down.

Bokuto has the bottom bunk in their room, and it's not the most spacious of sleeping areas, but it's enough for them both when they're pressed together, arms wrapped around each other, still clinging like they're resisting being separated. Bokuto nuzzles Akaashi's face with a soft smile that grows as he feels Akaashi's lips against his nose, against his lips, against his chin.

They don't have to say that they love each other, when they're so connected that they sometimes can't tell where one ends and the other begins. They don't have to put it into words when it's their in their smiles, their touches, the way they hold each other close. Not when they already know.