I Thought What I'd Do Was...
Title: I Thought What I'd Do Was...
Fandom: Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (Anime)
Author: Kat
Rating: Older Teen
Chars/Pairs: Togusa/Batou
Genre: General
Warnings: None
Word Count: 505
Summary: Togusa continues to ponder the line between man and machine.
A/N: This was a challenge fic for hentai_contest, Prompt 41 “Super Secret OTP,” with a 666 word limit. The prompt was also anonymous. I got a snazzy participation banner made by the luscious salomesensei:
And I won third place, which got me this banner made by kiramaru7:
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost in the Shell. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
Togusa poked at his lunch as he studied over his copy of Catcher in the Rye. There had to be some clue to the Laughing Man’s motive in there somewhere. He was working, while eating again. His wife certainly would not approve, not that she’d say anything. But he was at work now so it really didn’t matter.
Batou walked in chatting with Borma about some exercise equipment he’d just ordered.
“I’m telling you, water weights are the way to go!”
“Didn’t you make enough of a mess with those sand weights last time?”
“How is it my fault they couldn’t take that much pressure?”
Togusa could only shake his head. What a waste of money.
They sat down by Togusa. “Hey, Togusa, you’ll back me up, right?” Batou wrapped an arm the former police detective in away that was both inclusive and intimidating.
Togusa shook him off. “I’m trying to work here, not join pointless arguments.” Thoughts of the Big Guy straining and grunting under the heavy weights danced though Togusa’s head. His mouth practically watered, watching the sweat drip down Batou’s back. Wait, did cyborgs sweat? Was that a customization option? And if it was, why?
Batou shrugged it off and snagged some of Togusa’s fries without asking, before continuing his conversation with Borma.
It seemed like the Big Guy was being extra chummy lately, not that it really bothered Togusa, but he couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it was some sort of cosmic joke at his expense? On top of the constant nagging of an unsolved case on his mind, now his thoughts would wander. As if the invading thoughts of Batou fucking him into the mattress weren’t bad enough, the unbidden, ridiculous thoughts of intimate, tender moments they often drifted to were somehow worse.
Togusa shook his head and studied Batou for a moment, trying to figure out where all this was coming from. The Big Guy certainly wasn’t the most attractive man, especially with those weird eyes. He tried picturing him with his hair down. It was probably the first time in history where that looked worse instead of hot. There was clearly something there. But what? The man was build like a tank, almost literally. He tried picturing Batou naked to see if he seemed less threatening. It was definitely a sight worth pondering, but not any less threatening. Togusa wondered how much Batou’s current body matched is original flesh one. There had to be files somewhere.
Togusa was startled out of his thoughts by Batou slamming his hand on the table.
“Hey, where did you go?” He was looking down at Togusa with that cocky smile of his.
Togusa paused a brief moment, before shooting back, “It’s called thinking. You should try it sometime.”
Batou snorted. “The chief wants us down at police headquarters ASAP. You’re riding with me.”
Togusa nodded and followed after him. As he did so, a new mission formed in his mind. He needed to find out just how big the Big Guy was.
Comments I received at hentai_contest:
"*laughs* "He needed to find out just how big the Big Guy was." I smell a sequel here, Anonymous! ;p And you know what that means... I loved this! :D"
"There's a pairing I hadn't thought of, yay! Nice fic."
"Interesting. "
Fandom: Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (Anime)
Author: Kat
Rating: Older Teen
Chars/Pairs: Togusa/Batou
Genre: General
Warnings: None
Word Count: 505
Summary: Togusa continues to ponder the line between man and machine.
A/N: This was a challenge fic for hentai_contest, Prompt 41 “Super Secret OTP,” with a 666 word limit. The prompt was also anonymous. I got a snazzy participation banner made by the luscious salomesensei:
And I won third place, which got me this banner made by kiramaru7:
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost in the Shell. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
Togusa poked at his lunch as he studied over his copy of Catcher in the Rye. There had to be some clue to the Laughing Man’s motive in there somewhere. He was working, while eating again. His wife certainly would not approve, not that she’d say anything. But he was at work now so it really didn’t matter.
Batou walked in chatting with Borma about some exercise equipment he’d just ordered.
“I’m telling you, water weights are the way to go!”
“Didn’t you make enough of a mess with those sand weights last time?”
“How is it my fault they couldn’t take that much pressure?”
Togusa could only shake his head. What a waste of money.
They sat down by Togusa. “Hey, Togusa, you’ll back me up, right?” Batou wrapped an arm the former police detective in away that was both inclusive and intimidating.
Togusa shook him off. “I’m trying to work here, not join pointless arguments.” Thoughts of the Big Guy straining and grunting under the heavy weights danced though Togusa’s head. His mouth practically watered, watching the sweat drip down Batou’s back. Wait, did cyborgs sweat? Was that a customization option? And if it was, why?
Batou shrugged it off and snagged some of Togusa’s fries without asking, before continuing his conversation with Borma.
It seemed like the Big Guy was being extra chummy lately, not that it really bothered Togusa, but he couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it was some sort of cosmic joke at his expense? On top of the constant nagging of an unsolved case on his mind, now his thoughts would wander. As if the invading thoughts of Batou fucking him into the mattress weren’t bad enough, the unbidden, ridiculous thoughts of intimate, tender moments they often drifted to were somehow worse.
Togusa shook his head and studied Batou for a moment, trying to figure out where all this was coming from. The Big Guy certainly wasn’t the most attractive man, especially with those weird eyes. He tried picturing him with his hair down. It was probably the first time in history where that looked worse instead of hot. There was clearly something there. But what? The man was build like a tank, almost literally. He tried picturing Batou naked to see if he seemed less threatening. It was definitely a sight worth pondering, but not any less threatening. Togusa wondered how much Batou’s current body matched is original flesh one. There had to be files somewhere.
Togusa was startled out of his thoughts by Batou slamming his hand on the table.
“Hey, where did you go?” He was looking down at Togusa with that cocky smile of his.
Togusa paused a brief moment, before shooting back, “It’s called thinking. You should try it sometime.”
Batou snorted. “The chief wants us down at police headquarters ASAP. You’re riding with me.”
Togusa nodded and followed after him. As he did so, a new mission formed in his mind. He needed to find out just how big the Big Guy was.
Comments I received at hentai_contest:
"*laughs* "He needed to find out just how big the Big Guy was." I smell a sequel here, Anonymous! ;p And you know what that means... I loved this! :D"
"There's a pairing I hadn't thought of, yay! Nice fic."
"Interesting. "