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imaginedyou) wrote2007-02-07 08:51 pm
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This Night is Just For Us [Kushiel verse: Fuji/Sanada, Sanada/Tezuka, February 07 Drabble]
To Em; February prompt number 7
Fuji/Sanada - "This night is just for us."
Kushiel!verse if you can manage it; if not, canon otherwise. ;)
In Kushiel!verse think of Sanada as Prince Baudouin. Fuji/Sanada, Sanada/Tezuka. 1097 Words.
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"These are yours," Fuji says, nodding to the housemaid with folded clothes in her arms, "put them on."
Tezuka blinks just once, slowly, as though trying to understand his situation. Fuji sighs inwardly; he does not appreciate having to take time to enlighten people, he usually does not, but the look on Tezuka's face will be worth it this time.
"You've read the contract." He says. "You know the terms. You are my gift to a friend for tonight. A very good friend. I wish him to be thoroughly satisfied."
"What I do is my nature." Tezuka says stiffly, eyes on the floor continuously ignoring the maid though she tries again and again to offer out the clothing to him.
"Which is why I know you will do the trick." Fuji replies firmly. "Now, change."
Tezuka looks at the clothes, not the girl, and hesitates yet again. The worst part, or perhaps the best, is that Fuji knows he is not trying to play a game. He becomes irritated anyway, plucking the clothes from the maid's arms and dismissing her.
"If you won't undress, I will do it for you." He says to Tezuka. He steps forward and notes with satisfaction that Tezuka does not instinctively step back. He is ready to face the challenge head on until the end, until the moment he inevitably gives into his desires.
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Tezuka keeps his eyes lowered, on orders not to look anyone in the eye unless specifically told by them that he can. His first impression of the Sanada household, therefore, is of the elaborately decorated flooring. He follows its intricacies like coiling threads, always five paces behind Fuji.
When they reach a particular set of doors, Fuji stops. Tezuka's timing is almost perfect as he too stills himself. Their escort announces Fuji's name, but not Tezuka's because he has not been deemed important for Fuji to mention even to the servants. Sanada comes to the doors himself, opens them both together in a kingly manner, and casts his eyes over the scene. Tezuka cannot resist flicking his eyes upwards just for a second in a moment he is sure Sanada's eyes are on Fuji.
In almost every room Fuji is in, the eyes are always upon him.
"Sanada-san." Fuji says, smiling sweetly. Sanada rolls his eyes.
"Oh please, Syuusuke." He says, turning his back on them both. His purposeful stroll suggests that they follow.
"Sit down and stay quiet." Fuji murmurs to Tezuka in an aside. Tezuka only nods in reply, seats himself on the lone cushion in the room and places his hands behind his back.
He does not feel Sanada's eyes on him, not once.
-
As though tempting a bud to blossom and flower, Fuji begins to flirt immediately after the doors are closed on the three of them. Tezuka does not recognise the layout of the room, and is not prepared when Sanada procures a keikogi jacket and hakama trousers that are very similar to his own, holding onto them as Fuji gracefully removes his shirt and then his own trousers.
"Mmm, Genichirou..." He says, his voice subtle as falling leaves, "help me with the ties?"
His eyes are beautiful when he lapses intentionally into seduction; seeming to darken and shimmer like a night sky dotted with stars. The shape of his lips when he smiles would tempt even the blind to touch their mouths to his. Even Sanada, formal as he appears, is not immune.
His arms find Fuji's waist, feeling around as they follow the path of the trouser ties. His shallow breathing must be tickling Fuji's neck, but Fuji acts as though it is no bother, tilting his head away a little, for all appearances seeming as though it is mere coincidence that he does so.
Tezuka watches on though he knows his eyes should be downcast, and knows that nothing Fuji does is ever mere coincidence.
-
Tezuka tenses so much he feels like he might break when he sees Sanada place a weapon into Fuji's hands. By now he has realised they are about to have a kendo match, but he can't help but think of the folly it is to willingly offer Fuji a weapon, whether a literal object or simply information. Seeing how easily Sanada's cold exterior has melted under Fuji's warmth, Tezuka suspects perhaps he has already done both.
Fuji is not a weak opponent; for sure, if there is something he wishes to achieve he will do so, and would not stand to let himself look a fool in front of anyone, but Sanada is simply better. It is no longer a surprise after Tezuka discovers it is a tradition long kept through many generations of Sanada males. Still, Fuji holds his own well enough to put up quite a fight, and by the end of it they are both breathing hard; and sweating, Tezuka notices when they remove their headgear.
"Ah, you win again," Fuji says, smiling wickedly as he bows his head to Sanada. It seems to take every ounce of Sanada's control to accord the proper respect to his weapon, placing it down lovingly instead of tossing it aside. Once freed from it's reminder of discipline, Sanada practically pounces at Fuji, hands reaching to unclasp armour and untie knots as quickly and efficiently as possible.
"So where is my reward?" He almost growls into Fuji's ear from behind. Fuji's smile is slow in spreading, but when it is whole, it chills Tezuka through and through.
"It's waiting for you over there, love." Fuji says, waving an incredibly casual hand in Tezuka's direction. Tezuka cannot look away, frozen in place, eyes wide, taking in Fuji and Sanada all at once. Sanada's lips are attached to Fuji's neck at this point, but his eyes flick upward to focus on what Fuji wants him to see. They grow dark with thought.
-
"Stand up." Sanada says, and only then does the spell end and Tezuka finds himself able to look down at the floor again. Though it is obviously too late now. It amuses Fuji to no end.
"He is special," Fuji tells Sanada, whispering over his shoulder as Sanada scrutinises Tezuka's face and form, trying to push deeper and see what Fuji is showing him. "He is unique. The only one of his kind. Fit for princes."
"Or those like to them." Sanada says flatly. Fuji laughs.
"Exactly." He says. His eyes narrow. Sanada does not see it over his shoulder. Tezuka does, and wonders at the irony in Fuji's voice as he repeats it. "Exactly."
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Fuji/Sanada - "This night is just for us."
Kushiel!verse if you can manage it; if not, canon otherwise. ;)
In Kushiel!verse think of Sanada as Prince Baudouin. Fuji/Sanada, Sanada/Tezuka. 1097 Words.
-
"These are yours," Fuji says, nodding to the housemaid with folded clothes in her arms, "put them on."
Tezuka blinks just once, slowly, as though trying to understand his situation. Fuji sighs inwardly; he does not appreciate having to take time to enlighten people, he usually does not, but the look on Tezuka's face will be worth it this time.
"You've read the contract." He says. "You know the terms. You are my gift to a friend for tonight. A very good friend. I wish him to be thoroughly satisfied."
"What I do is my nature." Tezuka says stiffly, eyes on the floor continuously ignoring the maid though she tries again and again to offer out the clothing to him.
"Which is why I know you will do the trick." Fuji replies firmly. "Now, change."
Tezuka looks at the clothes, not the girl, and hesitates yet again. The worst part, or perhaps the best, is that Fuji knows he is not trying to play a game. He becomes irritated anyway, plucking the clothes from the maid's arms and dismissing her.
"If you won't undress, I will do it for you." He says to Tezuka. He steps forward and notes with satisfaction that Tezuka does not instinctively step back. He is ready to face the challenge head on until the end, until the moment he inevitably gives into his desires.
-
Tezuka keeps his eyes lowered, on orders not to look anyone in the eye unless specifically told by them that he can. His first impression of the Sanada household, therefore, is of the elaborately decorated flooring. He follows its intricacies like coiling threads, always five paces behind Fuji.
When they reach a particular set of doors, Fuji stops. Tezuka's timing is almost perfect as he too stills himself. Their escort announces Fuji's name, but not Tezuka's because he has not been deemed important for Fuji to mention even to the servants. Sanada comes to the doors himself, opens them both together in a kingly manner, and casts his eyes over the scene. Tezuka cannot resist flicking his eyes upwards just for a second in a moment he is sure Sanada's eyes are on Fuji.
In almost every room Fuji is in, the eyes are always upon him.
"Sanada-san." Fuji says, smiling sweetly. Sanada rolls his eyes.
"Oh please, Syuusuke." He says, turning his back on them both. His purposeful stroll suggests that they follow.
"Sit down and stay quiet." Fuji murmurs to Tezuka in an aside. Tezuka only nods in reply, seats himself on the lone cushion in the room and places his hands behind his back.
He does not feel Sanada's eyes on him, not once.
-
As though tempting a bud to blossom and flower, Fuji begins to flirt immediately after the doors are closed on the three of them. Tezuka does not recognise the layout of the room, and is not prepared when Sanada procures a keikogi jacket and hakama trousers that are very similar to his own, holding onto them as Fuji gracefully removes his shirt and then his own trousers.
"Mmm, Genichirou..." He says, his voice subtle as falling leaves, "help me with the ties?"
His eyes are beautiful when he lapses intentionally into seduction; seeming to darken and shimmer like a night sky dotted with stars. The shape of his lips when he smiles would tempt even the blind to touch their mouths to his. Even Sanada, formal as he appears, is not immune.
His arms find Fuji's waist, feeling around as they follow the path of the trouser ties. His shallow breathing must be tickling Fuji's neck, but Fuji acts as though it is no bother, tilting his head away a little, for all appearances seeming as though it is mere coincidence that he does so.
Tezuka watches on though he knows his eyes should be downcast, and knows that nothing Fuji does is ever mere coincidence.
-
Tezuka tenses so much he feels like he might break when he sees Sanada place a weapon into Fuji's hands. By now he has realised they are about to have a kendo match, but he can't help but think of the folly it is to willingly offer Fuji a weapon, whether a literal object or simply information. Seeing how easily Sanada's cold exterior has melted under Fuji's warmth, Tezuka suspects perhaps he has already done both.
Fuji is not a weak opponent; for sure, if there is something he wishes to achieve he will do so, and would not stand to let himself look a fool in front of anyone, but Sanada is simply better. It is no longer a surprise after Tezuka discovers it is a tradition long kept through many generations of Sanada males. Still, Fuji holds his own well enough to put up quite a fight, and by the end of it they are both breathing hard; and sweating, Tezuka notices when they remove their headgear.
"Ah, you win again," Fuji says, smiling wickedly as he bows his head to Sanada. It seems to take every ounce of Sanada's control to accord the proper respect to his weapon, placing it down lovingly instead of tossing it aside. Once freed from it's reminder of discipline, Sanada practically pounces at Fuji, hands reaching to unclasp armour and untie knots as quickly and efficiently as possible.
"So where is my reward?" He almost growls into Fuji's ear from behind. Fuji's smile is slow in spreading, but when it is whole, it chills Tezuka through and through.
"It's waiting for you over there, love." Fuji says, waving an incredibly casual hand in Tezuka's direction. Tezuka cannot look away, frozen in place, eyes wide, taking in Fuji and Sanada all at once. Sanada's lips are attached to Fuji's neck at this point, but his eyes flick upward to focus on what Fuji wants him to see. They grow dark with thought.
-
"Stand up." Sanada says, and only then does the spell end and Tezuka finds himself able to look down at the floor again. Though it is obviously too late now. It amuses Fuji to no end.
"He is special," Fuji tells Sanada, whispering over his shoulder as Sanada scrutinises Tezuka's face and form, trying to push deeper and see what Fuji is showing him. "He is unique. The only one of his kind. Fit for princes."
"Or those like to them." Sanada says flatly. Fuji laughs.
"Exactly." He says. His eyes narrow. Sanada does not see it over his shoulder. Tezuka does, and wonders at the irony in Fuji's voice as he repeats it. "Exactly."
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