Ghost [assassin!au, Tezuka/Fuji, april kinks/cliches prompt]
tezuka/fuji, (assassin!)au, letter w; "weapon fetishization", for april kinks/cliches and etc. fic, about 750 words.
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Ghost
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When he stoops to remove one of Fuji's boots, his fingers first ghost over the hilt of a dagger peeking out of the top, flush against Fuji's ankle.
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They run into each other completely by accident. And quite literally. Fuji almost tumbles over, in so much haste is he.
"Tezuka?" It is the first time Tezuka has ever seen shock on Fuji's face. And then worry. "That's it." Fuji says. "You're in it too now."
His fingers were gloved. They wrapped around Tezuka's wrist and refused to let go. A dull ache would eventually form, but by then Tezuka would be too concerned with the feeling that his shoulder was loosening from its socket from the constant tugging at his arm to notice.
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If he listened closely, he thought he could hear footsteps just as heavy and desperately fast as their own, mirroring them but for a few seconds behind in distance.
"Is someone following you?" Tezuka asked. He would experience a taste of his own medicine when Fuji made no response.
It wasn't so bad after all.
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They round a corner and suddenly Tezuka finds himself being pushed against the wall from behind, Fuji's hands containing force he hadn't known was trapped there, so close, beneath the surface.
His cheek meets brick. It's cold and possibly wet with something. Rain, blood-
He doesn't let his mind follow the thought any further, to anything worse.
"Don't breathe." Fuji whispers against his ear, and his cheek is at least far more comfortable, because it is against Tezuka's.
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It isn't like the movies; the bad guys don't just run past the alleyway without looking.
Tezuka never stops to think about the fact that the only reason he considers Fuji one of the good guys because he is the one running up front.
"Come on," Fuji says, holding out a hand he doesn't expect to be taken. Tezuka looks up and sees a fire escape that wasn't there before, he thinks.
He writes it off as a bad assumption when his fingers curl around unbelievably cold metal, threaten to stick and freeze in place.
"Tezuka." Fuji says. His footsteps on the rungs are getting further away, but his voice carries, quiet and true. Tezuka can't hear any other footsteps, but the best persuers are the ones who can cover their tracks and muffle their sounds. Thinking otherwise is allowing yourself to be lulled into a false sense of security.
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Fuji climbs until he reaches the roof.
Then he takes a running jump onto the next rooftop without hesitating for breath.
Tezuka doesn't do anything anymore but follow.
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Fuji's apartment is non-descript and tiny; a bed, a fridge, a screen to hide the shower and toilet.
"I have a few of these," he says before collapsing onto the bed and rattling dust from the fabric and springs. With his eyes closed there's nothing but the very slight rise and fall of his chest to distinguish him from a dead man.
"You can't sleep like that." Tezuka says, practicality racing in his head to be the first reaction.
After he has unlaced Fuji's boot, he reaches to the cuffs of his jeans and his fingers meet metal.
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Fuji is not asleep, Tezuka knows that much. He may not speak, or smile, or respond to Tezuka's methodical manner of undressing him ready for sleep, but he knows what is going on.
Two boots, two gloves, something akin to a utility belt. A pocket-sized dagger, a lengthier one, two guns of different calibers. Tezuka empties his pockets, refusing to pull Fuji around like a rag doll in order to remove his jacket and comes across mini bottles of clear liquid and parcels of powders he is glad hold no labels and offer up no explanation for themselves.
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"Fuji," he says tersely, "you need to sit up and remove your jacket. And your jeans. You can't sleep like that."
"Make me," Fuji mumbles, his lips quirk up at the ends lazily as he correctly anticipates Tezuka's dark scowl.
"I'll do nothing of the sort." He says, reaching down to wrap an arm around Fuji's waist and drag him to a sitting up position. Uses his free hand to push the jacket from his shoulders.
"I draw the line at your lower half." He says, unbuckling Fuji's actual belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Stands at the end of the bed and pulls them off by gripping the ends and trusting to gravity.
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Fuji says, "This is a little like seduction."
"Goodnight." Tezuka says.
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Ghost
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When he stoops to remove one of Fuji's boots, his fingers first ghost over the hilt of a dagger peeking out of the top, flush against Fuji's ankle.
-
They run into each other completely by accident. And quite literally. Fuji almost tumbles over, in so much haste is he.
"Tezuka?" It is the first time Tezuka has ever seen shock on Fuji's face. And then worry. "That's it." Fuji says. "You're in it too now."
His fingers were gloved. They wrapped around Tezuka's wrist and refused to let go. A dull ache would eventually form, but by then Tezuka would be too concerned with the feeling that his shoulder was loosening from its socket from the constant tugging at his arm to notice.
-
If he listened closely, he thought he could hear footsteps just as heavy and desperately fast as their own, mirroring them but for a few seconds behind in distance.
"Is someone following you?" Tezuka asked. He would experience a taste of his own medicine when Fuji made no response.
It wasn't so bad after all.
-
They round a corner and suddenly Tezuka finds himself being pushed against the wall from behind, Fuji's hands containing force he hadn't known was trapped there, so close, beneath the surface.
His cheek meets brick. It's cold and possibly wet with something. Rain, blood-
He doesn't let his mind follow the thought any further, to anything worse.
"Don't breathe." Fuji whispers against his ear, and his cheek is at least far more comfortable, because it is against Tezuka's.
-
It isn't like the movies; the bad guys don't just run past the alleyway without looking.
Tezuka never stops to think about the fact that the only reason he considers Fuji one of the good guys because he is the one running up front.
"Come on," Fuji says, holding out a hand he doesn't expect to be taken. Tezuka looks up and sees a fire escape that wasn't there before, he thinks.
He writes it off as a bad assumption when his fingers curl around unbelievably cold metal, threaten to stick and freeze in place.
"Tezuka." Fuji says. His footsteps on the rungs are getting further away, but his voice carries, quiet and true. Tezuka can't hear any other footsteps, but the best persuers are the ones who can cover their tracks and muffle their sounds. Thinking otherwise is allowing yourself to be lulled into a false sense of security.
-
Fuji climbs until he reaches the roof.
Then he takes a running jump onto the next rooftop without hesitating for breath.
Tezuka doesn't do anything anymore but follow.
-
Fuji's apartment is non-descript and tiny; a bed, a fridge, a screen to hide the shower and toilet.
"I have a few of these," he says before collapsing onto the bed and rattling dust from the fabric and springs. With his eyes closed there's nothing but the very slight rise and fall of his chest to distinguish him from a dead man.
"You can't sleep like that." Tezuka says, practicality racing in his head to be the first reaction.
After he has unlaced Fuji's boot, he reaches to the cuffs of his jeans and his fingers meet metal.
-
Fuji is not asleep, Tezuka knows that much. He may not speak, or smile, or respond to Tezuka's methodical manner of undressing him ready for sleep, but he knows what is going on.
Two boots, two gloves, something akin to a utility belt. A pocket-sized dagger, a lengthier one, two guns of different calibers. Tezuka empties his pockets, refusing to pull Fuji around like a rag doll in order to remove his jacket and comes across mini bottles of clear liquid and parcels of powders he is glad hold no labels and offer up no explanation for themselves.
-
"Fuji," he says tersely, "you need to sit up and remove your jacket. And your jeans. You can't sleep like that."
"Make me," Fuji mumbles, his lips quirk up at the ends lazily as he correctly anticipates Tezuka's dark scowl.
"I'll do nothing of the sort." He says, reaching down to wrap an arm around Fuji's waist and drag him to a sitting up position. Uses his free hand to push the jacket from his shoulders.
"I draw the line at your lower half." He says, unbuckling Fuji's actual belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Stands at the end of the bed and pulls them off by gripping the ends and trusting to gravity.
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Fuji says, "This is a little like seduction."
"Goodnight." Tezuka says.
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