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🎊 smoochies for tetsurin? uwu

Send 🎊 for a New Years kiss from my muse - 4459 words

                                ( cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone )

Tooru is BUZZING with energy, happiness like static electricity at the tips of his fingers. The way he takes running steps, Tetsurin makes sure to set the coffee cup down right as he counts down from three ( … two… one… ), as the brunette leaps and lands on the spot next to him on the couch. The landing jostles the black haired assassin and he is prepared for any far fetched, preposterous, ridiculous suggestion that the other may have. Although, Tetsuro is more than willing to INDULGE the other. He just hopes it’s not another alien movie. Please let it not be another alien movie MARATHON. He might make an exception for Pacific Rim again, but he will not do another round of fake alien documentaries. However, what the brunet proposes is entirely different.

He is a child, a COMPLETE child. Tetsuro notes with the way his eyes are bright and shining, lips stretched wide in a smile to display perfect rows of teeth, and how the brunet keeps bouncing up and down. Let’s not forget how he talks a MILE per minute, not letting him even speak. The best thing at this point is to wait for Tooru to finish. ❝ Tetsu-chan, let’s go to NEW YORK next year! We can see the golden ball drop! And we can have fried chicken straight from the SOURCE! We can even visit Lady Liberty and the White House! ❞ Does Tooru even know that the White House is in Washington DC and not New York City? Okay, fine, he’ll have to admit, it’s kind of CUTE.

The brunet finishes with his a touch of puppy eyes, ones that are more suited to a child and not some high ranking ASSASSIN that goes on two missions a month. If he were some poor sap off the street or someone who DIDN’T know him better at all, Tetsu would have said yes. Even with the sweetly added - ❝ Pleeeeeeaaaaaassssssse? ❞ - Tooru could probably kill someone with how sweet he acts right now. It’s TERRIBLE. He could give someone diabetes. It’s a good thing he knows better. So as Tooru leans in, practically shoving his face into his own, Tetsuro pushes the brunet’s face back with his hand. There’s a squawk of surprise as the brunet is pushed away. 

❝ Why do you need me to go? ❞ He’s not about to make this easy for the other at all. Lips curl into a SMIRK, one that Tooru will know just as well as Tetsuro knows the pout. ❝ Is it because you need a BABY SITTER? ❞ There’s a whine as a hand grabs at his wrist and Tooru glares at him with a prominent pout as ever, clearly offended. ❝ Do you want me to hold your hand so you don’t get lost in the Big Apple? ❞ It’s one last JAB that he gives before he is answered with a smack to his chest. It’s good to see that the other assassin could pack such a punch still. 

❝ No! ❞ Arms are crossed onto the brunet’s chest, yet there is no pout. There’s a small tinge of PINK that graces Tooru’s cheeks, one that catches his attention and peaks his INTEREST. ❝ I want you to go because… ❞ Tooru starts and the color seems to grow WORSE, just as the smirk on his face grows LARGER. Surely it wasn’t THAT bad of a reason. If he wanted to watch a MUSICAL on Broadway, Tetsuro would have been fine with that too. ❝ Because what ~ ? ❞ He prompts, not about to let Tooru off the hook, and the answer that the other assassin gives is one that catches him OFF GUARD. 

                              ❝ …because we’re FRIENDS, aren’t we? ❞

                   Because it wouldn’t be right to not have you there with me.

                                      ( is where you go when you’re alone )

Jack Frost has come to visit them, leaving the windows FROSTED and covered cold condensation. It’s that time of year for snow to come and ice to form. It’s the perfect time for cuddling under bedsheets and plenty of stolen kisses in between sips of hot chocolate. There’s hardly a peep from a songbird, but what wakes him is something that he finds rather unfamiliar. Despite the warmth that seeps in through window, nothing quite compares to the one that emanates from the sleeping man beside him. There is a slight worry, however, when golden eyes make note of what distance lies between them. It’s cold. The space between them both. Generally Tooru is the one to SUCK THE WARMTH FROM HIM ( like some sort of body heat vampire ) when winter comes around. The brunet has never been a fan of the cold. 

So what is it that makes him worry? The distance between them allows the cold to seep in and judging by how cool the sheets were ( not quite warm, not quite cold ). Was it Tooru’s knee again? His gaze drifts down to the injured leg, but what indication of pain ( clenched fists, held breaths, soft whimpers ) could not be heard nor seen. That must not be it then. Tetsurin goes ahead and scoots on close, utters a sigh as an arm lazily warps itself around the brunet’s waist. He noses the back of Tooru’s neck, his breath gently ruffles what soft and fine hair the other has ( is it natural or is it maybelline? ). 

❝ Did you still want to go to New York? ❞ He can feel the other’s breathing hitch, pause in its steady rhythm of ins and outs when he says this. Funny how a single question can set Tooru off in such a way. ❝ Hhhmm? ❞ Goes the hum that he receives, a question for clarity and understanding. After all, Tooru has had ( still does ) a lot of things on his mind and the trip that he had been so eagerly hoping and wishing for wasn’t one of them ( his career and physical health ). 

Tetsurin has no qualms in REMINDING Tooru just what it was in New York that he wanted to see and do around this time of year. ❝ You wanted to see the golden ball drop. ❞ And while the cat would have found it strange because it sounds like some sort of INNUENDO of sorts ( americans are so strange ), it would do the brunet some good in seeing something spectacular as confetti and fireworks. Perhaps it will even lift his mood up further instead of the DEPRESSIVE state he has tried to set himself in. Lips press against the back of Tooru’s neck once more before he continues. ❝ And eat fried chicken. ❞ He SNICKERS, ❝ from the source. ❞ Tetsurin might like to ADD because Tooru had made quite the point in eating KFC chicken ( but they were going to New York and not Kentucky??? ). 

He keeps quiet, watches and listens for a response. Even though Tetsurin is sure ( a hundred percent ) that he has said EVERYTHING that Tooru had been looking forward to, there is this fear that starts to MANIFEST. Perhaps he had OFFENDED the other with such talk of CHILDISH and WISHFUL thinking and hopes. Perhaps he had HURT more than he had meant to HELP. Underneath his hold, the brunet shifts just enough to turn and face him properly. The expression on Tooru’s face is one that he can’t quite understand, unsure of whether or not it was curiosity or masked contempt. He appears to STUDYING him and just before the black haired assassin could speak, Tooru beats him to it.  

                                                 ❝ You remembered. ❞

Maybe instead of offending him, Tetsurin had actually SURPRISED him instead. ❝ How COULDN’T I? ❞ With all the FUSS that Tooru had raised over such a trip, it would be IMPOSSIBLE to do so. And the smile that BLOOMS on Tooru’s face is the kind that makes his HEART leap and jump, tumble and roll. It is one full of ADORATION and AMAZEMENT. Tetsurin swears that a LIGHT has gone off in Tooru’s SOUL. 

How could he possibly FORGET something that made the other so happy IMAGINING and DREAMING when he simply talked about it? 

                                          ( is where you go to rest your bones )

❝ We are not buying a private jet. ❞ He knows that look. He knows that look all too well. In fact, it would be in his BEST INTEREST to look away right now. And that’s exactly what he does. The assassin goes right back to watching the movie. The only problem now is that Tooru has SHOVED himself into his view, obstructing his movie watching pleasure, only to whine for the damned piece of flying technology. EXPENSIVE flying technology. ❝ But Tetssssuuuuuuuurrrrrriiiiiinnnnn! ❞ There’s a pout to accompany it and the dark haired man can only hope that he is STRONG enough to last. 

Or better yet, Tetsurin really hopes that Tooru isn’t going to come up with some inane powerpoint presentation on the benefits of having a private jet at their disposal. To which, he is very sure, that the brunet would try and cover as many points as possible and appeal the more emotional side than the logical side of his audience ( he is the only audience he’ll have ). ❝ When are we going to even USE a private jet? ❞ Granted there were SOME targets that required a little traveling to get to, but all expenses were PAID by the agency in the end. 

❝ For when we FLY obviously. We could get to Kyoto in an hour or something. ❞ If only Tooru could hear himself. ❝ We’re not investing in a private jet. ❞ Did Tooru even do RESEARCH  on how much one costs? It’s a certain figure of numbers and zeros that Tetsurin has no desire to know or see. It’s WAY above their pay grade and while it was possible to call in FAVORS, certainly getting a PRIVATE JET wasn’t considered one. ❝ Where are we even going to KEEP it? ❞ It wasn’t some sort of dog or cat, or any pet because that was more sustainable than a private jet, that they can just leave in the apartment. Besides, a DOG would be more useful if it was one of those service dogs ( maybe it can help keep Tooru out of trouble ). 

                                                      And yet here they are. 

❝ The airport. That’s where ALL airplanes are kept, duh! ❞ And for that the brunet is rewarded with a pinch to his nose, one that’s not quite harsh, but not quite gentle either. The assassin gives a whine as he tries to wriggle away, but Tetsurin is adamant. At least for a few more seconds before letting the other go. He doesn’t need to hear about TOORU’S POOR NOSE next. ❝ We’d have to pay for the hanger, the diesel, and MORE than just that. ❞ He watches as Tooru huffs and rubs at his nose ( my delicate nose, Tetsurin!!! ). 

❝ But Tetsurin, it’ll be - ❞ At this the male presses his lips against the other’s, hands cupping the brunet’s face in a gentle, but firm hold. And while he FULLY knows that Tooru is not fond of being hushed ( silenced voice ) in such a way, it would be better to try and END it now before the need for this private jet makes him cave in ( can never say no to him ). There’s a whine of protest, but Tetsurin keeps his lips against Tooru’s until the brunet quiets down. When he is sure there won’t be another word, their lungs need air after all, he breaks the contact. Not fully anyway. He leans in so their foreheads can touch and he focuses GOLDEN eyes against Tooru’s AMBER ones. 

                                   ❝ We are NOT investing in a private jet. ❞

                                      ( it’s not just where you lay your head )

Tooru figures that it’s some habit of Tetsurin’s to stay up at ridiculous hours of the night because that’s what a certain owl does. It’s late night DRINKING that probably ruins his sleep schedule, but then again SLEEP for an ASSASSIN was almost like asking for DEATH to come and visit. The only exception is if you know WITHOUT A DOUBT that you are safe and sound ( feels completely so with Tetsurin ). It’s the slight shift in the middle of the night, followed by the faint tapping of keys, that wakes him. While the screen has been DIMMED to keep eyes from blinking at the blinding light that came from the laptop screen, Tooru opens his eyes when he hears a soft humming followed by the tapping of fingertips on a trackpad. 

There is a WHINE as he shifts, nudging his head underneath the other’s arm and resting onto Tetsurin’s lap. It forces the other to push the laptop away just enough and move an arm over to allow him to see what it is that has the assassin’s current UNDIVIDED attention. It turns out to be flights to New York and from what he understands, they have never been called by the agency to do a job overseas ( american assassins get so defensive over territory ). The price for FIRST CLASS is a steep one, not that it was any real hassle considering their income ( would have made any sane man cringe ), but Tooru has something else in mind. 

❝ Economy. ❞ Tooru mumbles as he buries his face into the other’s hip, There is a slight hesitation in the next click on the screen, one that Tooru glares at for it’s brightness even if it was at the lowest setting. Yet it seems that Tetsurin has either misheard him or thought he was grumbling. Well then. He speaks louder this time. ❝ Not FIRST class, ECONOMY. ❞ Hopefully that should clarify things.

                                                                  And it does. 

Tetsurin is in the middle of checking the flight times when ECONOMY is repeated and this time with much more clarity. ❝ I thought you wanted a nice, FANCY seat and the cute GOODY bag. ❞ The cat looks down at the still sleepy brunet, who casually stretches himself and what tired muscles. They had previewed the offers for each flight class before and FIRST class had been Tooru’s FIRST pick. Hydrating face cream and some other beauty products that he can’t quite care for, but Tooru does and INSISTS on getting each time they go shopping in the more HIGH END shopping districts. It seems as though there was a change of plans. 

❝ I want ECONOMY so we can sit next to each other and I can make you SUFFER for not getting a private jet. ❞ And by suffer, Tooru meant so he could keep close to the other. There was no sleeping in the strange chair that turns into a bed contraption that airplanes have. It would be considered a safety HAZARD for both of them to be in one seat/bed/thing together and honestly, Tooru would much rather NOT stay awake for thirteen hours ( though it is possible ) on the flight there. He’ll simply be CRANKY and more than likely to want to SHOOT the first person that tries to greet him. As an added effort and bonus on Tetsurin’s part, he makes the best decision there was regarding the matter. 

❝ PREMIUM economy then.  ❞ Tetsurin smirks as he hits the proceed button and pulls out his BLACK card. 

                                                   ( it’s not just where you make your bed )

By the time the assassin gets around to checking his PHONE, there are a hundred and forty one text messages and eight missed calls. This only meant he was in TROUBLE. Tooru was the kind of person to text than call, more so because it allowed him to use cute EMOJIS that would reflect his current state of emotions and feelings. More or less it ranged from happy with flowers, winking with stars, pouting with huffs, or the occasional angry and flipping tables. The brunette RARELY called and if he called that meant either two things. It was urgent or it was urgent AND he was angry. Tetsurin was hoping for neither, but if he really had to pick, he would have to pick the prior than the latter. Speak of the DEVIL - the screen lights up with Tooru’s name on it for an incoming call.

Now Tetsurin isn’t the RELIGIOUS type per say, but when Tooru was angry, it was best to take a step back in order to laugh and watch in utter amusement at the POOR soul who had sparked such a rage. Most of the time HE’S the one who has to hold Tooru back ( or not ) from getting TOO carried away. The only difference now is that he is the on on the receiving end of Tooru’s WRATH and it was best to duck and cover. Or in this case, make the sign of the cross and pray to some nameless god before picking up the call. 

Question now is if he’ll SURVIVE as Tooru instills the fear of god into him ( their love was stronger than this right? ). 

❝ Would you BELIEVE it if I told you that I’m being DETAINED for questioning for having a gun on me? ❞ Is the first thing Tetsurin has the audacity to ask and Tooru isn’t having any of it because anyone with HALF a brain would know better than to fall for that. ❝ Security wouldn’t have let you answer your CELLPHONE if they did. ❞ His tone isn’t angry per say, it’s treading the BORDERLINE of irritation and into annoyance. Besides, Tetsurin would know better than that. They MIGHT have pulled some strings with the agency to let them carry weapons, but they had made sure to leave them in their bags and not on their person. Silence lapses then, THICK upon his tongue. ❝ You’re going to be LATE aren’t you? ❞

There’s no point in lying much less trying to fabricate some sort of story that would cover his SORRY ASS at the moment. Besides, Tooru never did take KINDLY to being told lies ( by targets, friends, or lover ). ❝ Yes. ❞ There’s a click of a tongue at the other end of the line, followed by a silence that Tetsurin isn’t sure how to interpret other than Tooru THINKING. When he finally speaks again, it certainly isn’t an answer he wants ( makes him sick ).

                                    ❝ Don’t bother coming to the airport. ❞

                                                  ( as long as we’re together )

Tetsurin can hardly care what he told the valet when he tossed the keys to the car right at the poor guy ( almost hit him in the face ) before he’s rushing off to get to the proper terminal to see if he can still make it. It’s a FRUITLESS and POINTLESS thing to do considering he only arrived TEN MINUTES after boarding has stopped and the plane was already on the runway. At this point, the assassin really does regret not getting that damn PRIVATE JET. 

There really was NOTHING he could do once he arrives at the airport. He can’t simply have the airplane turn around and let him board when it was about to take off. He certainly can’t do much besides book another flight ( the earliest is tomorrow afternoon ) and until then, he feels like Koutarou during one of his DEJECTED MODE phase. Although this time his version of AKAASHI isn’t here to get him out of it ( although really, Tooru was the one who started it ). Ah. The best to do was to go home then. 

                                                It’s a long and silent drive back.

He hears the voice of a familiar drama and a SIGH escapes his lips. It’s one that Tooru absolutely ADORES and says it is a very MOVING ( borderline inspirational apparently ). Had the brunet been so EAGER in his leave that Tooru had actually FORGOTTEN to turn off the TV? Granted, it is much PREFERABLE in comparison to leaving the oven or stove on. Last thing they NEED is to find a new place to live and replace everything they owned. He runs a hand through his hair, reaching over to snatch up the remote from where it rests on the couch arm. Tetsurin is prepared for a sleepless night, an anxiety ridden flight, and certainly an emotional fight ( or silent treatment ) tomorrow. 

                                             Kuroo was not PREPARED for this. 

❝ I was WATCHING that. ❞ Comes a very ANNOYED and SLIGHTLY SLEEPY voice from underneath the blanket pile on the couch. He might not have noticed Tetsurin coming in ( cat quietness ), but he can tell when his show was being turned off. The assassin is rather adept at telling that sort of thing, especially when at the beginning of their relationship, Tetsurin had tried to change the channel to watch something more SUITABLE to his tastes while Tooru dozed. Yet within the first five seconds of remote button being pressed, Tooru would REACH and reclaim his RIGHTFUL power as channel controller. At this point he stretches ( spine cracks ) and sits up, pushing aside what warm blankets he had wrapped himself in. A NAP had certainly done him some good ( too much stress ) and judging by the time on his phone - A POUT forms on Tooru’s face. 

Tetsurin really isn’t very GOOD at following directions now is he? It would have been fine if Tetsurin simply came back home as he was told instead of wasting his time with whatever loopholes and tickets that needed to be sorted out. Although, there’s no way Tooru could even COMPLETELY blame it all Tetsuro. He wasn’t exactly MATURE in the way he had handled things. Regardless, there was no use crying over it. ❝ I told you not to go to the AIRPORT and you went ANYWAY. ❞ As he turns to look up at the taller man, his gaze settles upon a rather PECULIAR expression. It is a cross between amazement and surprise, one that he can’t quite comprehend. Was it THAT surprising? ❝ Tooru. ❞ A quirk of one eyebrow in question to what Tetsurin asks next. ❝ Aren’t you supposed to be on a PLANE right now? ❞

He gives a laugh, one that is LIGHT and shows just how AMUSED he is by such a question. 

❝ No. ❞ The brunet shakes his head as he holds out a hand, beckons the other to come closer, ❝ that would mean MISSING you. ❞

                                      They needed to go ( and stay ) TOGETHER. 

Tetsuro does as he’s bidden, comes closer without much effort or any conscious thought on his part. He is used to this, body moves on it’s own accord, and a hand reaches out to hold Tooru’s. Eyes the color of old Spanish gold instantly melts into an expression that Tooru is all too familiar with ( reserved only for him ). It is filled with nothing but ADMIRATION and ADORATION, bubbles over with LOVE and DESIRE, and most of all a silent PROMISE to ALWAYS be the one he needs. 

And with his free hand he rests it upon Tooru’s cheek, feels such warmth that radiates off smooth skin and into the palm of his hand. Lips curl into a SOFT smile instead of his signature SMIRK ( one that rivals Tooru’s signature pout ). 

                                         ❝ And we can’t have THAT now can we? ❞

No. Of course not. The dark haired assassin leans in and closes what small distance lies between them both, so nothing is between them and their lips simply connect. 

He kisses with a soft and gentle touch that is easily RECIPROCATED by the man before him ( strange considering their occupation ). Kissing Oikawa Tooru is something else. He is a force to be reckon with, a person that  the energy of a THOUSAND STARS AND GALAXIES trapped in one slender human being. In this moment, with lips pressed and sealed together, Tetsuro could have sworn he can taste STARDUST on his tongue and what he is sure is pure STARLIGHT that burns through him. Every single fiber of his being has Oikawa Tooru seared right into it and there is no way in HEAVEN AND HELL that he can forget someone like him. He would even like to admit for once it wasn’t a COMPETITION to see who would dominate, but it’s a PARTNERSHIP and RELATIONSHIP that is reflected in the way Tooru leans right back into the kiss. It’s not a matter of PRESSING FORWARD wth so much strength, it’s more about MEETING HIM HALF WAY.

( does it matter where we go? )

                                      ❝ I CHANGED the flights to tomorrow night. ❞

                                                 A soft hum acknowledgement.

                                     ❝ AND I had to walk all the way to the lobby. ❞ 

                                     A knowing nod. It must have been quite the walk.

                                  ❝ Not to mention I originally HAULED all our luggage. ❞

                    And it must have been extra work to get one of the staff to push the cart.

                                                       ❝ So my KNEE hurts, Tetsurin. ❞

                   He presses a kiss to the other’s temple, trying to soothe what so called                                           RUFFLED feathers Tooru might have had. 

                        ❝ Tomorrow you have to DRIVE and CARRY ME to the airport. ❞

          Another hum. Tetsurin doesn’t even doubt that Tooru would make him actually do it.

                             ❝ That means PULLING your luggage AND carrying me too. ❞

                                   Wow. Such work. Much effort. Strenuous physical labor.

                                   ❝ You can’t put me down for ONE SECOND either. ❞

                 He considers opening his mouth to call Tooru a BABY ( adequate if you                       think about it ), but decides not to on behalf of better judgement. 

                                      ❝ Those seats in the waiting area are TERRIBLE. ❞

                                     Interior design wise or comfort wise? Most likely both. 

                        ❝ Well, I guess SITTING IN YOUR LAP would be a viable option. ❞ 

                                              Now, there’s something he can work with.

                     ❝ I’ll make an EXCEPTION for when we have to go through security. ❞

                                                           How GENEROUS of him.

                                   ❝ You BETTER not have a gun on you then either. ❞ 

                Tetsurin laughs then, pulling his lover close and nuzzles the other’s cheek. 

                                       ❝ Stop complaining and go to sleep already. ❞

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“God, you’re perfect.”

sentence starters of the flirty/suggestive/nsfw variety

                                                   ( be warned and take care )

They say the night is dark and filled with terrors, vile MONSTERS hidden in the shadows while preying on unsuspecting individuals that stray too far from their homes. They say the night is when misdemeanors and heinous crimes are committed, all seven sins done underneath the cover of pitch black skies. Parents tell their children to stay indoors as they shut the doors and windows, make sure the locks are bolted shut and in place. At a young age they are told of the monster underneath their beds or hiding in their closet ( not the ones among them ), as though this would FRIGHTEN them from staying out of bed at night. In truth the monsters did not exist in those places. No, they existed outside and peered in. Hungry, vicious, and patiently waiting for their next meal. Monsters quietly and quickly, almost so effortlessly, sneak into your humble abode. They mask themselves with a facade, a disarming smile and warmth that radiates from their cold hearts. Parents say that as long as you stay inside you are safe, but what a lie it is. This sense of FALSE security. As though you can hide from the one that got in and stands besides you.

                                            ( of sweet words like poisoned wine )

But a monster can take the form of many beings. They shed their skin the way people trade masks. The most SUCCESSFUL hunters know how to adapt. After all, Darwin intended survival of the fittest to mean. It is a skill that is not so easily acquired and yet some learn it with ease. He for one has done all he can to survive, to make sure his FAMILY survives. If it means to kill, to barter, to bargain, to wound, to injure, or to sell himself for the safety of those he considers his, then he will do it. It’s not like he hasn’t done it before. Tooru did always play the game very well, sharp wit and intellect keeping him a step or two ahead. This confidence grows with each passing day, but such cockiness will only lead him headfirst to the guillotine. 

Tonight requires grace and tact, plenty of finesse when it comes to dealing with another member of the underground world. It is best to tread lightly and with caution, assuming you know where you stand. Then you can do as you wish and push as many buttons as you can go, knowing full well that they can do NOTHING to harm you. It’s not as though Tooru needs to be in this one’s good graces. It’s not the brunet who has come to ask for a favor, but it was better, at least in his opinion, to continue this facade. It was the SCHEMING types that were more of a challenge to play with in this game.

                                       ( of silk smooth voice like venomous honey )

Their talks have surmounted to nothing but phone calls that were monitored for any possible eavesdropping. A secure, private line was used and for the most part, Tooru must be honest, he did quite enjoy the small talk while the two of them reached an agreement to meet. Their meet face to face today under conditions that they have compromised upon. A popular high end restaurant was the perfect place. The place is located at the center of the city on NEUTRAL grounds and Tooru would do nothing less. While he might have appreciated the occasional meal of burgers and fries, small stall udon noodles, or even the fresh milkbread from a small time bakery, tonight he wants to make a show. He is, after all, the GRAND KING of his large underground enterprise. Throughout the years he has crafted what gangs saw as the boogeyman, the fiendish monster that snapped up little miscreants and would make sure they weren’t heard from again.

The upper floor was specifically reserved for the privacy of their IMPORTANT guests, service with sealed lips was guaranteed with money and plenty of threats. It’s a nice choice, one that boasts and shows one’s wealth and tastes ( or ability to read yelp ratings ). Nonetheless, Tooru comes with his small set of men to guard the door. Assuming they even make it through considering the metal detectors used to take any weapons. This was a neutral zone and the owners of this particular establishment would like to have their sponsors ALIVE and not dead on their carpet ( bloodstain removal is such a pain ). 

                              ( of beauty and aura like iridescent shimmering scales )

Tooru is very well aware of the gaze that lands upon him as he enters the room. It’s not a foreign feeling either. In fact, he knows it quite well ( welcomes it ). It’s the sign someone is paying attention and the only difference that truly matters is how they process him. Windswept chestnut locks, wide chocolate eyes, full lips, but an intense atmosphere to surround him. A pretty face or someone murderous? The world will never know and the mafioso will keep it that way. He SAUNTERS toward the single table set, pale skin of long legs accented by the black skirt he wears. The hem just reaching past mid thigh. It’s one of his favorites to be honest. Tooru doesn’t even have to look in a mirror to know he is nothing short of STUNNING. 

It must have worked ( as it should have ) since the response that Tooru elicits is better than he could have expected. The first thing he does is LAUGH at the compliment, a hand covering his mouth in what might have been mistaken for such MODESTY, when in reality it was far from it. There is no such innocence that remains with the leader. The brunet PREENS at the compliment, flashing such a bright smile ( all teeth ) at the man that as he sits across from him in one fluid transition. He is careful to smooth the skirt down as he does so, he wouldn’t want it to get wrinkled after all. ❝ Well, He did make us in His I M A G E. ❞ Perhaps it worked. Men were so easy to fool, especially the kind that swung in his direction. A pretty face with a sweet voice, how easy it was to mistaken him as a pawn that could be manipulated. How easy he made them believe he was simply just that. A pretty face. And oh how mistaken they were in the end, when everything they own became his and they were discarded upon the street. Oh how wonderful it was.

                                        ( take caution when you deal with a snake )

He sits with his legs crossed, the hem of the skirt hitching up higher as he does so. A server quickly pours a glass of sparkling wine, a small drink before they actually dine for the night. It’s best to wait before they talk, Tooru doesn’t want to fuel the GOSSIP that is passed through the kitchen staff. So he waits, reaching over to take hold of the glass flute. A simple swirl of his wrist and the sweet aroma of aged wine makes him sigh. While he was no seasoned wine connoisseur, he knew good wine when he saw one. With the server leaving with a bow and disappearing behind double doors, it leaves the two of them alone.

❝ Now then, Kuroo-chan. How may I HELP you? ❞ Straight to business, Tooru likes to be.  It’s not often for another head of a family to come and ask him for a f a v o r. Normally they stayed out of each other’s way and only came to clash when territory disputes came, but otherwise… if it is a favor that the black cat needs, then Tooru would be looking forward to claiming one in return in the future. 

                                                  ( for he will bite without warning )

[bokuutos]

@intrigxnt

            “ i see the fun of the party                  has finally arrived ! what took you so               long ?!  bad traffic ?                      ---and here i thought i would be stuck                with oikawa all night. ”

[grandestofall]

continued from here!

                                                   ( a wild beast will strike without warning )

An average of two missions a month was high margin for anyone who worked in the agency that provided the assassin with targets for his occupation, but for someone like Tooru, it’s not enough. For you see, this one particular assassin is chasing after Death itself. While the rest ran from it, danced with it, and perhaps came close to kissing it and biting the dust, Tooru is intent on coming close to just that. To catch Death in a high speed chase of cat and mouse until one day he could no longer do so. A passive way in wanting to get Death’s attention. Even then the agency has put a cap on him, losing a valuable employee would be terrible for business, but the ever so talkative psychologists sent their worrisome reports to the higher ups. So while he is placed on a cool down period before being assigned another one, Tooru finds the one person who makes such waiting bearable gone. 

His attention was starting to drift into the black void of sleep, no longer paying attention to the alien documentary that was on the television screen. Netflix only provided him with some form of entertainment ( a temporary distraction ) to keep the anxiety that gnawed away at his insides from growing too strong. There is a constant fear of having his home broken into. While the agency has made sure to keep the private lives of their employees as safe as possible, there have been incidents ( rare, but possible ) where an assassin will find a target on their back. It’s a sort of false security, this so called reassurance. Since the incident spanning back before he met Tetsurin, the brunet was adamant in living alone and sleeping with a gun underneath his pillow. 

                                           ( but when he’s with you and only you )

At the sound of fumbling keys and the click of the door’s lock opening, his pulse quickens, hand dipping into the crack between the sofa cushions to grasp at the cold metal. It wasn’t needed, seeing as the person who has entered his home was none other than the person he was waiting for. Tooru gently rubs the sleep away from his eyes, lets hazel refocus onto the face he has been wanting and waiting to see for the past week. He does a quick look over, taking note of any possible injuries and mars, but there seems to be none. The brunet will inspect further, but that can wait. Tooru makes not a single sound of protest when arms wrap around him, drawing him away from the pillow he had curled into. The only reason why is because this is Tetsurin and not only does that mean a nice warm body to snuggle into, it means finally having the assassin back home again. So he goes without complaint, settling with Tetsu’s chest at his side and his legs dangling over the other’s. 

“Mmmnnnn...~” So he noticed, not that the assassin would have thought such a small detail would have gone unnoticed. Picking up the finest details was an important skill to have in their line of work. However, the brunet takes care to correct the cat. “I was too lazy to fold laundry.” Not do laundry. That was all machine work. The real work came in folding them and despite the patience he has for missions, it did not apply to domestic work like folding laundry. The actual answer remains unspoken, more so because the words didn’t know how to form themselves upon Tooru’s tongue. More often than not, they were constantly lodged in his throat, choking back on emotions meant to tie him down to another. How is it, he often asks himself, that three words could mean so much to one person who is worth more than the world could offer? But what lays unspoken is reflected and echoed through his movements and actions. 

It must be rubbing off on him, these cat like tendencies. As soon as the absent assassin returns to him, Tooru takes great care nuzzle right into the crook Tetsurin’s neck. The warmth that he has been yearning for has finally returned. He breathes in deep, lets the scent of gunpowder and steel ( of home ) wrap around him. It is good, the brunet thinks, to have him home. A hand reaches over, fingers resting on the other’s cheek in order to draw the Tetsurin’s face close, lips greeting the side of a strong jaw with a trail of kisses. 

                                                       “Welcome home, Tetsurin.”

                                                                   ( he simply melts )

[grandestofall]

“You belong to me.” 【 basic but true heh 】

some possessive starter from a week ago maybe??? idk when man

There is a sharp crack! that echoes through the room, drawing breaths short and making heads to turn. Eyes widened in disbelief and shock or they narrowed with hostility. It only makes sense for Tetsurō’s guards, his people, to look at him that way. After all, this was just Tooru. Fragile little Tooru who teaches and coddles children. Yet while they stared, Tooru felt nothing but pure satisfaction. There is such content that runs through the king vessel as the palm of his hand stings from where it contacted the ebony haired man’s cheek. Never had he struck someone out of anger and now the brunet wonders why he hasn’t done this earlier. It felt so good. 

                                           ( You think I dream of sunshine and daisies )

The marks on his arm glow a bright gold, shimmering into a white light. It is a telltale sign of what anger lies underneath such fragile skin and thinly veiled mask of calm that the brunet wears. It is a mark on his skin herald him as someone more than just an ordinary man ( he is one of Arceus’ lords ). He is Xerneas, the lord of life itself. He is the beginning before the end. He can mend broken bones and cure chronic ailments. He can bring those on the brink of death back to life. Tooru might have allowed such treatment in the beginning, after all, they considered him to be nothing more than a frightened deerling trapped by a pack of houndooms, but he is no such thing. He has power and he will use it.

                                                ( when I dream of tearing you apart )

“I don’t belong to anyone.” Tooru says with with a hint of irritation in his voice, bristling with such indignation at the shifter’s audacity to label him so. He might be at Tetsurō’s beck and call, but he is no lap dog that will eat right out of the other’s hand. It is about time to remind them, to remind him, that he was no pushover. “Especially you.” So the zoruark had better remember well. “Lay a hand on my children and I will end you.” This was no laughing matter. He is willing now, so very willing, to go against his very nature. How strange it is for him to go against his very being, someone who gives life and not one who takes it. He’ll do it though. Tooru wonders if Tetsurin will see now, how much the other has backed him into a corner and forced him to do this.