JE/NEWS- "In the Name of Justice"
Title: In the Name of Justice
Universe: JE/ NewS ( Gov AU B-side)
Theme/Topic: RyoxTegoshi
Rating: PG-15 ish?
Character/Pairing/s: RyoxTegoshi, with Shige on the side. Maybe some ShigexTego if you squint.
Warnings/Spoilers: Crack and retardedness. And grinding. XD
Word Count: 1,635
Summary: Ryo, Tegoshi, Shige, and some new, state of the art surveillance techniques.
Dedication: pinkpapyrus’s holiday fic!
A/N: Ahaha this is so out of place but I just really wanted to be shameless with my last fic of the year okay. 300k GET, BABY.
Disclaimer: No harm or infringement intended.
There are fifteen very small, very highly powered HD cameras currently hidden in Tegoshi’s belt.
It’s the very latest in undercover surveillance technology, the cameras each equipped with encrypted transmitters that instantly send incredibly detailed video footage back to a hard drive on a high-security laptop all the way down at headquarters. There, the person who is watching the footage (Yamapi in this case) can also instantly send back any important instructions via the compact (yet stylish) stud earrings in Tegoshi and Ryo’s ears.
It’s all amazing from a purely theoretical, completely observational standpoint, another one of the many modern marvels that is added to the agents’ arsenal every day, in order to help them gather the hard evidence they’ll need to arrest criminals and ultimately, keep them behind bars.
Technology, Shige thinks, has come a long way.
And it is not awkward at all. It is wonderful and full of justice. Justice.
At least, that’s what Shige tells himself as he sits in the lounge at the club, perched next to his latest target in the VIP section while they sip champagne together and watch half naked girls dance on poles for money.
Ryo and Tegoshi are on the couch on the other side of the lounge, using their wonderful new technology to its fullest potential as they conduct a dangerously close surveillance job on the target.
By making out.
No, Shige thinks, that’s not fair.
He knows it’s like this because there are fifteen very small, very highly powered HD cameras currently imbedded in Tegoshi’s belt. They look like gaudy fake diamonds to the untrained eye, the lot of them linked together on a gold chain that is loosely draped around the younger agent‘s thin hips at a strategic aesthetic angle.
Which also happens to be where Ryo’s hands are now-from what Shige can see- the sniper subtly adjusting the belt on Tegoshi’s thighs one more time before his fingers start sliding up and under Tegoshi’s loose, glittery top in natural progression, slowly revealing flashes of smooth white skin and slender waist as they inch deliciously upwards.
The dozens of very small, very powerful microphones in Ryo’s matching necklace and rings can probably pick up all of the words Shige is saying to his target right now, as well as every single one of the breathy little noises Tegoshi is making in the back of his throat.
Those will have to be edited out later, Shige thinks.
Shige can see this all from his vantage point across the room and tries-fervently- to remember that technology is amazing and that this is not awkward for him in any way at all.
It’s just another part of the job. Expected. Ordinary.
The natural progression of technology in a modern day and age.
Yes.
Then Tegoshi writhes, shifting in his too-tight jeans from his perch on Ryo’s lap. He smiles invitingly and sucks Ryo’s bottom lip into his mouth.
Ryo grins and answers by putting both hands on Tegoshi’s ass before lifting up and pulling forward. Tegoshi’s back arches in response, the curve as graceful as the petals of a calla lily.
Shige tells himself it’s because Yamapi probably asked for a better angle on the target’s tattoo. Something they can use in court later, to positively identify him on the stand with no possibility of mistakes.
It’s all in the name of justice, Shige thinks.
They do this kind of stuff all the time because it’s a part of the job.
They’re professionals.
“Oi, Oosugi. I’m paying so you can gawk at the girls, not the two fairies making out on the couch,” his target barks to him in drunken laughter, after a moment in which Shige watches his teammates for just a little bit too long. The target upends the remainder of his champagne down one of said girls’ shirts, maybe for emphasis. “Don’t tell me you’re into that other stuff, cuz I ain’t payin’ for that.”
“I was just trying to figure out if the one on top was a girl or a guy,” Shige responds instantly, and notices out of the corner of his eye when Tegoshi’s back stiffens a little in obvious indignation. But Ryo’s hand is instantly there, fingers drawing along the smooth jut of his spine in a soothing manner while he undoubtedly murmurs, “We’ll kick his ass later,” against the younger agent’s kiss-swollen mouth.
Tegoshi relaxes again, eyes fluttering half-closed as he grinds down and forward, his head angling sideways with a will-timed sigh so that Ryo can put his hand on the back of Tegoshi's neck and get the microphones in his rings a little bit closer yet.
Shige swallows and tries to concentrate on the girls on the poles.
Because everyone is just doing their job right now, and so should he.
For justice. And the safety of the world. And sunshine and puppies. Or something.
Shige thinks maybe he’s had a little too much to drink tonight. He shakes his head and forces himself to pay attention to the job, because watching Ryo and Tegoshi grind and suck on each other all night is clearly not the point of this exercise.
The point is getting the arrest. And justice. That too.
“So,” he murmurs eventually, blinking and putting his glass down, “you’re certain these pills of yours are strong enough that the bitches won’t remember anything in the morning?”
His target laughs. “Sometimes not even their own names, Oosugi. Trust me, I’ve tried it out enough times that it’s a medical certainty.”
Shige manages a smile, even as Ryo turns Tegoshi around in his lap so they’re back to chest, hands rubbing up and down on the younger agent’s thighs as he clamps his mouth down on the pale, delicate curve of the hacker’s neck.
“Great,” Shige chokes. “I’ll take fifty grand worth. You like US currency? Or do you prefer something else? I can have my driver bring it around now if you don’t mind American. Just say the word.”
His target grins, big and slimy around his flabby, hanging jowls. “US is great. But no rush, let’s enjoy the evening, huh? I already paid for the tits, after all.”
He motions to said tits, dripping champagne in Shige’s face.
Shige manages not to groan when he hears the news and smiles professionally instead. “Sure,” he says, “then the next round is on me. Only fair.”
His target raises his glass. “Good man, Oosugi, good man.”
“Yeah,” Shige murmurs. “I aim to keep my friends happy.”
From across the room, Tegoshi tries to smile reassuringly at the undercover agent-apparently to communicate the fact that they successfully captured the entire exchange- but with the current spread of his knees on either side of Ryo’s thighs and the high color in his cheeks and lips, Shige thinks it only looks like some sort of open invitation instead.
Shige quickly turns back to the boobs in his face and orders more champagne.
Lots of it.
~~~~~
At the end of the night, when dawn is breaking over the city and the target is in custody and his drugs are off the street, Shige thinks he’s just relieved that everything went so well in the end, that despite the circumstances, the professionalism with which he and the others gathered the necessary evidence for the arrest was not compromised in the least.
In retrospect, he realizes that Tegoshi and Ryo’s job tonight might actually have been harder than his own. To have to go through something so intimate for the sake of their jobs can be painful, can make things awkward or strange between teammates in the days immediately thereafter.
But Shige trusts that the both of them are professionals first and foremost, and that they won’t let something like a little near-intercourse in a semi-public place for the sake of a case effect their relationship as teammates and friends in the future.
Despite the constant tonguing.
Shige’s certainty lasts up until the moment he gets back to the office and sees Tegoshi sitting at his desk, in the process of very carefully removing his smoky eye makeup.
“OH MY GOD IS THAT A HICKEY?” the undercover agent screams abruptly, when he sees the state of Tegoshi’s previously pristine throat.
The younger agent pauses in his task and smiles back at his friend obliviously. “Ne, Shige,” he asks sweetly, fingers proudly ghosting over the small purple mark on his neck like it is a monument to his and Ryo’s outstanding undercover work tonight, “did the two of us manage to look realistic to you?”
Shige bites the inside of his cheek to keep from saying what he really thinks; he firmly reminds himself that this job is all about making great personal sacrifices in the name of justice. Personal sacrifices that may-from time to time-include hickeys. For realism.
He counts backwards from ten instead. Slowly.
Eventually, he manages to get by with just a small sigh of resignation; he tells Tegoshi to please go change. “I’ll drive you home,” he offers magnanimously.
Tegoshi beams and shakes his head, eye makeup smudged and sultry now. “It’s alright,” he chirps, “after Ryo-tan gets out of the shower he said he’d be happy to take me.”
Shige promptly chokes on his own spit.
Tegoshi blinks. “Shige, are you alright? Are you sick?”
“Fine!” Shige coughs, even though a part of him thinks that maybe he’s not. “I’m fine.”
He quickly leaves the room.
And for the entire walk back down to his car, he chants, “Justice. We’re all working hard for the sake for justice,” over and over to himself under his breath, in the hopes that it will wash his mind clean of all the inappropriate thoughts he just had.
It works a little, but not entirely.
END
EDITS?
Universe: JE/ NewS ( Gov AU B-side)
Theme/Topic: RyoxTegoshi
Rating: PG-15 ish?
Character/Pairing/s: RyoxTegoshi, with Shige on the side. Maybe some ShigexTego if you squint.
Warnings/Spoilers: Crack and retardedness. And grinding. XD
Word Count: 1,635
Summary: Ryo, Tegoshi, Shige, and some new, state of the art surveillance techniques.
Dedication: pinkpapyrus’s holiday fic!
A/N: Ahaha this is so out of place but I just really wanted to be shameless with my last fic of the year okay. 300k GET, BABY.
Disclaimer: No harm or infringement intended.
There are fifteen very small, very highly powered HD cameras currently hidden in Tegoshi’s belt.
It’s the very latest in undercover surveillance technology, the cameras each equipped with encrypted transmitters that instantly send incredibly detailed video footage back to a hard drive on a high-security laptop all the way down at headquarters. There, the person who is watching the footage (Yamapi in this case) can also instantly send back any important instructions via the compact (yet stylish) stud earrings in Tegoshi and Ryo’s ears.
It’s all amazing from a purely theoretical, completely observational standpoint, another one of the many modern marvels that is added to the agents’ arsenal every day, in order to help them gather the hard evidence they’ll need to arrest criminals and ultimately, keep them behind bars.
Technology, Shige thinks, has come a long way.
And it is not awkward at all. It is wonderful and full of justice. Justice.
At least, that’s what Shige tells himself as he sits in the lounge at the club, perched next to his latest target in the VIP section while they sip champagne together and watch half naked girls dance on poles for money.
Ryo and Tegoshi are on the couch on the other side of the lounge, using their wonderful new technology to its fullest potential as they conduct a dangerously close surveillance job on the target.
By making out.
No, Shige thinks, that’s not fair.
He knows it’s like this because there are fifteen very small, very highly powered HD cameras currently imbedded in Tegoshi’s belt. They look like gaudy fake diamonds to the untrained eye, the lot of them linked together on a gold chain that is loosely draped around the younger agent‘s thin hips at a strategic aesthetic angle.
Which also happens to be where Ryo’s hands are now-from what Shige can see- the sniper subtly adjusting the belt on Tegoshi’s thighs one more time before his fingers start sliding up and under Tegoshi’s loose, glittery top in natural progression, slowly revealing flashes of smooth white skin and slender waist as they inch deliciously upwards.
The dozens of very small, very powerful microphones in Ryo’s matching necklace and rings can probably pick up all of the words Shige is saying to his target right now, as well as every single one of the breathy little noises Tegoshi is making in the back of his throat.
Those will have to be edited out later, Shige thinks.
Shige can see this all from his vantage point across the room and tries-fervently- to remember that technology is amazing and that this is not awkward for him in any way at all.
It’s just another part of the job. Expected. Ordinary.
The natural progression of technology in a modern day and age.
Yes.
Then Tegoshi writhes, shifting in his too-tight jeans from his perch on Ryo’s lap. He smiles invitingly and sucks Ryo’s bottom lip into his mouth.
Ryo grins and answers by putting both hands on Tegoshi’s ass before lifting up and pulling forward. Tegoshi’s back arches in response, the curve as graceful as the petals of a calla lily.
Shige tells himself it’s because Yamapi probably asked for a better angle on the target’s tattoo. Something they can use in court later, to positively identify him on the stand with no possibility of mistakes.
It’s all in the name of justice, Shige thinks.
They do this kind of stuff all the time because it’s a part of the job.
They’re professionals.
“Oi, Oosugi. I’m paying so you can gawk at the girls, not the two fairies making out on the couch,” his target barks to him in drunken laughter, after a moment in which Shige watches his teammates for just a little bit too long. The target upends the remainder of his champagne down one of said girls’ shirts, maybe for emphasis. “Don’t tell me you’re into that other stuff, cuz I ain’t payin’ for that.”
“I was just trying to figure out if the one on top was a girl or a guy,” Shige responds instantly, and notices out of the corner of his eye when Tegoshi’s back stiffens a little in obvious indignation. But Ryo’s hand is instantly there, fingers drawing along the smooth jut of his spine in a soothing manner while he undoubtedly murmurs, “We’ll kick his ass later,” against the younger agent’s kiss-swollen mouth.
Tegoshi relaxes again, eyes fluttering half-closed as he grinds down and forward, his head angling sideways with a will-timed sigh so that Ryo can put his hand on the back of Tegoshi's neck and get the microphones in his rings a little bit closer yet.
Shige swallows and tries to concentrate on the girls on the poles.
Because everyone is just doing their job right now, and so should he.
For justice. And the safety of the world. And sunshine and puppies. Or something.
Shige thinks maybe he’s had a little too much to drink tonight. He shakes his head and forces himself to pay attention to the job, because watching Ryo and Tegoshi grind and suck on each other all night is clearly not the point of this exercise.
The point is getting the arrest. And justice. That too.
“So,” he murmurs eventually, blinking and putting his glass down, “you’re certain these pills of yours are strong enough that the bitches won’t remember anything in the morning?”
His target laughs. “Sometimes not even their own names, Oosugi. Trust me, I’ve tried it out enough times that it’s a medical certainty.”
Shige manages a smile, even as Ryo turns Tegoshi around in his lap so they’re back to chest, hands rubbing up and down on the younger agent’s thighs as he clamps his mouth down on the pale, delicate curve of the hacker’s neck.
“Great,” Shige chokes. “I’ll take fifty grand worth. You like US currency? Or do you prefer something else? I can have my driver bring it around now if you don’t mind American. Just say the word.”
His target grins, big and slimy around his flabby, hanging jowls. “US is great. But no rush, let’s enjoy the evening, huh? I already paid for the tits, after all.”
He motions to said tits, dripping champagne in Shige’s face.
Shige manages not to groan when he hears the news and smiles professionally instead. “Sure,” he says, “then the next round is on me. Only fair.”
His target raises his glass. “Good man, Oosugi, good man.”
“Yeah,” Shige murmurs. “I aim to keep my friends happy.”
From across the room, Tegoshi tries to smile reassuringly at the undercover agent-apparently to communicate the fact that they successfully captured the entire exchange- but with the current spread of his knees on either side of Ryo’s thighs and the high color in his cheeks and lips, Shige thinks it only looks like some sort of open invitation instead.
Shige quickly turns back to the boobs in his face and orders more champagne.
Lots of it.
~~~~~
At the end of the night, when dawn is breaking over the city and the target is in custody and his drugs are off the street, Shige thinks he’s just relieved that everything went so well in the end, that despite the circumstances, the professionalism with which he and the others gathered the necessary evidence for the arrest was not compromised in the least.
In retrospect, he realizes that Tegoshi and Ryo’s job tonight might actually have been harder than his own. To have to go through something so intimate for the sake of their jobs can be painful, can make things awkward or strange between teammates in the days immediately thereafter.
But Shige trusts that the both of them are professionals first and foremost, and that they won’t let something like a little near-intercourse in a semi-public place for the sake of a case effect their relationship as teammates and friends in the future.
Despite the constant tonguing.
Shige’s certainty lasts up until the moment he gets back to the office and sees Tegoshi sitting at his desk, in the process of very carefully removing his smoky eye makeup.
“OH MY GOD IS THAT A HICKEY?” the undercover agent screams abruptly, when he sees the state of Tegoshi’s previously pristine throat.
The younger agent pauses in his task and smiles back at his friend obliviously. “Ne, Shige,” he asks sweetly, fingers proudly ghosting over the small purple mark on his neck like it is a monument to his and Ryo’s outstanding undercover work tonight, “did the two of us manage to look realistic to you?”
Shige bites the inside of his cheek to keep from saying what he really thinks; he firmly reminds himself that this job is all about making great personal sacrifices in the name of justice. Personal sacrifices that may-from time to time-include hickeys. For realism.
He counts backwards from ten instead. Slowly.
Eventually, he manages to get by with just a small sigh of resignation; he tells Tegoshi to please go change. “I’ll drive you home,” he offers magnanimously.
Tegoshi beams and shakes his head, eye makeup smudged and sultry now. “It’s alright,” he chirps, “after Ryo-tan gets out of the shower he said he’d be happy to take me.”
Shige promptly chokes on his own spit.
Tegoshi blinks. “Shige, are you alright? Are you sick?”
“Fine!” Shige coughs, even though a part of him thinks that maybe he’s not. “I’m fine.”
He quickly leaves the room.
And for the entire walk back down to his car, he chants, “Justice. We’re all working hard for the sake for justice,” over and over to himself under his breath, in the hopes that it will wash his mind clean of all the inappropriate thoughts he just had.
It works a little, but not entirely.
END
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