TeniPuri: (FIC) Dreams of Tokyo Bay: Tezuka/Fuji: PG
Title: Dreams of Tokyo Bay
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: PG
Summary: Fuji was bored and that was never a good thing, especially when they were on a stakeout.
Contains: AU
For: ann89103 for being patient with me. (soon?) In response to cliche_bingo's habits and routines square. Honestly, I have so many things I need to be writing, but I was just blankly staring at my word doc, so I figured I needed to just write something to get over that hump and back on track.
Fuji slumped in his seat and thumped his head against the headrest. "Why didn't anyone tell me this job would be so boring?"
"Just last week, you said this job was too exciting," Tezuka commented, watching the street calmly. They'd been in the car for five hours, their drinks and snacks long gone, and even his patience for the stakeout was wearing thin. Not that he'd let Fuji know. That would be a mistake.
With a shrug, Fuji smiled mildly. "Did I? I recall saying last week was the best…"
Tezuka shook his head. If they'd had this conversation once, they'd had it a thousand times. "Of course. How remiss of me to forget."
"You know what your problem is," Fuji said, twirling a mangled straw in his hand. "You need to date." He had left the me off at the end, but Tezuka heard it anyhow.
This second part of the conversation was also inevitable. "Is that so," Tezuka replied. Fuji gave him a pointed look he chose to ignore. Sometimes Fuji was so indirect, even Tezuka had a hard time making connections. Other times, like now, Fuji was as subtle as a car crash.
"Gah, you're more boring than this job," Fuji complained. It didn't stop him from shifting closer to Tezuka so their shoulders were pressed together. "Maybe we got lucky and our guy is floating in Tokyo Bay somewhere."
"Fuji," Tezuka chided lightly. It wouldn't be a stakeout if Fuji didn't wish death on the people they were searching for.
Laughing softly, Fuji nudged him once. "The worst thing about criminals is their lack of manners."
"Lack of manners," Tezuka echoed. "You would think that, wouldn't you? My grandfather used to say what people dislike in others is what they most dislike in themselves."
"Are you implying I'm discourteous, Tezuka?" Fuji asked in that way he had that made it sound like he was talking about something else entirely.
"I never imply anything." Tezuka realized then that they were perilously close to flirting.
Fuji's smile made his belly squirm. "Strange that you'd say that when all you do is play games with your words."
"Are you sure you're not thinking of yourself?" Tezuka asked, even if Fuji was closer to right than he'd care to admit. They'd been dancing around things Tezuka refused to talk-or think-about for years, as long as they'd been partners. Fuji chased and he stayed only far enough away to avoid being caught, but not enough to make Fuji give up. Lately, he'd more and more near misses.
"I think-damn, there he is," Fuji said, obviously annoyed by the interruption in their conversation. Tezuka, on the other hand, was grateful. "We'll finish this talk later."
Sometimes, Tezuka thought to himself, the better part of valor was knowing when to admit defeat. And Fuji really had won years ago, moments after they met.
"Come over after work," Tezuka replied. Normally, he'd make a remark about focusing on the job or telling Fuji to not let his guard down, but this time he gave an invitation he couldn't take back. Habits were made to be broken.
Fuji's bright and wicked smile made concentrating a little more difficult and he hated how much he liked that. Though, he'd probably like (and hate) it that much more by tomorrow. And he was surprisingly okay with that.
"I wish our job was more boring," Fuji commented as they ran after their target, who had spotted them and hightailed it in the opposite direction.
Tezuka didn't even bother to stop himself from smiling.
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: PG
Summary: Fuji was bored and that was never a good thing, especially when they were on a stakeout.
Contains: AU
For: ann89103 for being patient with me. (soon?) In response to cliche_bingo's habits and routines square. Honestly, I have so many things I need to be writing, but I was just blankly staring at my word doc, so I figured I needed to just write something to get over that hump and back on track.
Fuji slumped in his seat and thumped his head against the headrest. "Why didn't anyone tell me this job would be so boring?"
"Just last week, you said this job was too exciting," Tezuka commented, watching the street calmly. They'd been in the car for five hours, their drinks and snacks long gone, and even his patience for the stakeout was wearing thin. Not that he'd let Fuji know. That would be a mistake.
With a shrug, Fuji smiled mildly. "Did I? I recall saying last week was the best…"
Tezuka shook his head. If they'd had this conversation once, they'd had it a thousand times. "Of course. How remiss of me to forget."
"You know what your problem is," Fuji said, twirling a mangled straw in his hand. "You need to date." He had left the me off at the end, but Tezuka heard it anyhow.
This second part of the conversation was also inevitable. "Is that so," Tezuka replied. Fuji gave him a pointed look he chose to ignore. Sometimes Fuji was so indirect, even Tezuka had a hard time making connections. Other times, like now, Fuji was as subtle as a car crash.
"Gah, you're more boring than this job," Fuji complained. It didn't stop him from shifting closer to Tezuka so their shoulders were pressed together. "Maybe we got lucky and our guy is floating in Tokyo Bay somewhere."
"Fuji," Tezuka chided lightly. It wouldn't be a stakeout if Fuji didn't wish death on the people they were searching for.
Laughing softly, Fuji nudged him once. "The worst thing about criminals is their lack of manners."
"Lack of manners," Tezuka echoed. "You would think that, wouldn't you? My grandfather used to say what people dislike in others is what they most dislike in themselves."
"Are you implying I'm discourteous, Tezuka?" Fuji asked in that way he had that made it sound like he was talking about something else entirely.
"I never imply anything." Tezuka realized then that they were perilously close to flirting.
Fuji's smile made his belly squirm. "Strange that you'd say that when all you do is play games with your words."
"Are you sure you're not thinking of yourself?" Tezuka asked, even if Fuji was closer to right than he'd care to admit. They'd been dancing around things Tezuka refused to talk-or think-about for years, as long as they'd been partners. Fuji chased and he stayed only far enough away to avoid being caught, but not enough to make Fuji give up. Lately, he'd more and more near misses.
"I think-damn, there he is," Fuji said, obviously annoyed by the interruption in their conversation. Tezuka, on the other hand, was grateful. "We'll finish this talk later."
Sometimes, Tezuka thought to himself, the better part of valor was knowing when to admit defeat. And Fuji really had won years ago, moments after they met.
"Come over after work," Tezuka replied. Normally, he'd make a remark about focusing on the job or telling Fuji to not let his guard down, but this time he gave an invitation he couldn't take back. Habits were made to be broken.
Fuji's bright and wicked smile made concentrating a little more difficult and he hated how much he liked that. Though, he'd probably like (and hate) it that much more by tomorrow. And he was surprisingly okay with that.
"I wish our job was more boring," Fuji commented as they ran after their target, who had spotted them and hightailed it in the opposite direction.
Tezuka didn't even bother to stop himself from smiling.