[My Boss, My Hero] Secret Ingredient

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Xmas fic for Celeste, posted here because she said I should and since this is so fail in so many other ways I should grant her this request. orz orz orz...

Title: Secret Ingredient
Fandom: My Boss, My Hero
Pairing/warning: Makio/Kazu porn, PWP, did I mention it's terrible porn?, seriously it's 1,400 words of awkward.
A/N: Dedicated to peroxidepest17, which means it's entirely her fault. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW CELESTE?!



Kazu glared venomously at the pudding batter, as if somehow he could get it to congeal and glaze into perfection by will alone. Stupid pudding, Kazu thought, when Aniki was doing that right now! Well, the glazing over part at least since he must have been going on hour thirteen of his cramming session for his make up exams. But that was all the more reason for Kazu to devote his abilities into making sure his aniki could have the best cram session snack he could make!

He scratched his chin thoughtfully. Now was the time to be daring, wasn't it? Since Aniki had gone through so much at St. Agnes and was now poised to finish his second attempt at graduating high school. Kazu didn't actually relish the idea of returning to high school himself, but when Aniki was talking about it like it was the greatest fight ever, Kazu wanted to be there for him. In any way possible.

"All right you sorry excuse for a dessert," Kazu declared with renewed vigor, "we're gonna make Aniki the best snack he ever tasted, alright?!"

Once he managed to undo the childproof caps he filched from Mikio's medicine supply cabinet anyway. He thought, surely that brainy guy must have been chewing some kind of smart vitamins that could help Aniki out. He just had to make sure to disguise the taste well.


In the far corner of the Kanto Sharp Fang's headquarters, isolated for silence and privacy, Makio's eyes had indeed become glazed over at the long string of algebraic numbers that taunted him. He would have slugged the taunting smiley faces of those cosines if his eyes weren't closed from exhaustion. It was a pacing thing, really.

A loud knocking followed Kazu unceremoniously shoving the door open with his foot. His hands were full with a tray of pudding cups, looking like melted gold or ambrosia or, to Makio's level of eloquence, really damn tasty looking pudding.

"Aniki, I figured you'd be hungry. It's past lunch."

Makio blinked blearily, and managed to cobble together enough hand eye coordination to grab one of the cups and down it in one go. Only a little of it slobbering down his mouth, which he wiped at with the back of his hand.

"Ahn, I needed that." And if on cue, Makio's stomach grumbled loudly to agree.

"Take more, take more!" Kazu said enthusiastically, happy to be useful. "I tried all of different types before I gave them to you. These should help you with studying and taste really good!"

"Eh?" Makio grunted, moving to grab another. Only this time his sleep depravation overcame his willpower and he knocked it from the tray to spill on the front of Kazu's shirt. "…crap."

"H-hey it's okay, Aniki! This is machine washable."

"But the pudding," Makio protested. Which sounded like whining almost, except Kazu's Aniki was too awesome and manly to say anything like that.

Kazu set the tray down over Makio's notebooks in order to wipe at the pudding that had begun to drip down over his pants. "I'll make more!"

Makio made a sleepy grunt of agreement, or it sounded like that to Kazu. But his focus was on making sure he could clean up the mess on him.

Until Makio decided to help.

Kazu didn't know what to say when his Aniki, the strongest member of the yakuza group, his idol, knelt down and put his tongue to the front of his shirt. But the sound was likely a combination of incredulous dismay and "iyaaaaan."

It definitely moved over into the noise of physical gratification once Makio began to suck against the wetness of his shirt. The sensation of sudden cold and Makio's warm mouth spread goosebumps along his arms.

"So good," Makio muttered like a child drifting off to sleep on his pillow, only the pillow was Kazu's stomach and he was nibbling on it.

"Ah, ah, Aniki," Kazu started to say, maybe in protest but it came out far more erotic than his intention.

"What?"

"This is kinda..." Kazu cleared his throat. He didn't want to say uncomfortable, since that meant that Makio might stop. "...do you want to sit down?"

And suddenly Makio was tugging Kazu down on the study couch and pressing him against the cushions as he continued to lick and suck against him. Only by this time the shirt had opened, buttons ripped off or clandestinely opened by Kazu's fumbling hands. Makio returned undaunted to his subordinate's stomach, licking it clean of any trace of pudding and then continuing with rough traces of his tongue, as if the sweat rolling off Kazu's body was the salt and lime chaser to an excellent drink.

He did seem drunk, Kazu thought hazily as Makio found his bellybutton and caused him to buck against the body positioned above him. But he didn't use any alcohol. Just those secret ingredients he swiped from Mikio's cabinet...

"What'd I put in that," Kazu breathed, not intending to say it aloud but Makio was becoming very good at drawing out every sound from him.

"Put in?" Makio slurred, moving up to his chest, having moved on from the taste of pudding to the rest of Kazu's body.

"Aphro—aphrodisiac?" Kazu stuttered.

"'s gonna make my hair grow?"

"I dunno," Kazu groaned as Makio stopped paying attention for his answer and began to lick one of Kazu's nipples.

Kazu decided then that there was some kind of yakuza comrade rule that was crossed once Makio went there, and quickly squirmed to try and get his hand into Makio's pants. Makio didn't make it easy, deciding to move from licking to biting, as he began to suck against the hollow of Kazu's neck.

Finally, with the zipper undone and the belt unbuckled, Kazu slid his hand inbetween Makio's legs to find him erect and eager against his palm. He gave him one experimental stroke, and finding the thrumming pleased noise of Makio's response reverberating against his adam's apple, continued into a rhythm.

The loud creaking of the couch as two yakuza men thrashed and rubbed against each other went undisturbed. Even as Kazu yelped once Makio belatedly realized what Kazu was doing to him felt really good and decided to try and mimic it. Which only gets Kazu harder and he's practically screaming in pants and gasps as Makio's fist is around his hard on and he kept saying how good it is, only the pudding is over on the table with the workbooks completely ignored as they were focused on each other. But Makio says they need to be quiet because it's a study room or something and shoves his tongue down Kazu's throat to shut him up while he makes him come.

Finally a twist and Makio full body shudders to slump against Kazu. The younger one was completely spent and blissfully, blissfully happy to have his Aniki pleased by all his efforts. In more ways than one. And he meant to lean up and kiss Makio in a way that would tell him how satisfied and happy he was when the door opened.

"Onii-chan, I know you're studying but..." Mikio's head poked in, a small smile on his face that didn't drop into shock once he found his older brother and Kazu tangled up and half-clothed. "Ah, it seems I'm interrupting."

"Mikio," Makio slurs, still not completely awake and really fucking pleased with himself to care much what his little brother said right now. "Whatssit now? I'm busy."

"Ah, nothing much." And Mikio's smile grew wider. "Just tell your assistant not to go through my things so carelessly next time, Onii-chan. I would have helped him if he simply asked. But good luck studying~"

"Er," Kazu gulped, completely humiliated. "Want some pudding then? Since I took some of your..."

"I'll let you enjoy it. You have the appetite for it anyway," Mikio singsonged and closed the door with a satisfied click of the lock.