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Paperwork lined every inch of Fukuzawa's desk, making it hard to focus. He was writing responses to different people, having put it off long enough - it was the worst part about being the president of the agency. "...res... President!" Ranpo was quickly waving his hands in front of Fukuzawa's face.
Fukuzawa slightly jumped in his seat, feeling his heart in his throat momentarily before letting out a deep breath. "Jeez, Ranpo..." He sighed again, placing a hand to his heart. "Is there something you need?"
"It's late, why are you still working?" Ranpo drew out the last word dramatically, slightly slouching over, to really show his distaste. "And on stupid responses!"
Fukuzawa leaned back in his chair, 'I'd like nothing more than to shred these...' he thought, but of course didn't actually say that. "These are just as important as your detective work, Ranpo, these need done and won't get done on their own." He imagined ripping, cutting, drowning the papers and never writing another response again. Of course, it would stay just a dream.
Ranpo huffed, skidding his foot on the floor. "It's two days now you've been working on those!"
"They must get done."
"But—"
Fukuzawa smiled warmly, "Ranpo, I appreciate your concern, but I really must get these done; it could be bad for the agency if not."
Ranpo couldn't argue with that, but ... "If something annoying came up ... You'd have to do it tomorrow, right?"
Fukuzawa's smile faded, being replaced by a look of confusion. "I suppose... Wh—"
Ranpo ran out of the room with a grin. 'what on earth is he plotting now...' he shrugged, returning his attention back to the seemingly endless bundle of papers.
Meanwhile, Ranpo was on the phone as he walked out of the agency building. "Fukuchi? Yeah, it's about Pres. Basically...."
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"Yukichi!" Fukuchi slammed Fukuzawa's office doors open with a big smile. Fukuzawa looked up at him, utterly surprised. "Genichiro? What are you doing here?"
Fukuchi walked over, leaning against the other's desk with his arms crossed. "Ranpo told me you've been working too much," Fukuzawa's head flopped to his desk with a gentle 'of course'. Fukuchi began collecting the papers on the desk and putting them into piles, putting those piles on the counter next to them. "Besides, you can't work with a cloudy mind, Yuki."
Fukuzawa lifted his head up, resting it in the palm of his hand. "You're one to talk..."
Fukuchi walked back over, giving a quick peck to his boyfriend's cheek. "And you helped me take breaks, right? I'm sure you've done the same for the agency, let me do it for you."
"These need done," Fukuzawa stood to head over to the counter with the papers, but was promptly hugged by the solider. "Genichiro."
"Nope, not lettin' go." Fukuchi gently squeezed his boyfriend.
Fukuzawa sighed, leaning into the hug as his arms snaked around his lover's waist. His eyes closed, listening to the faint sounds of Fukuchi's heartbeat. He could've fallen asleep like that, in his partner's arms, but he couldn't. "Alright Genichiro, you can let go now—"
"Like I said, nope," Fukuchi sat in Fukuzawa's chair, pulling him onto his lap. "Not until you agree to put work aside for tonight."
It seemed, no matter how many ways he thought of it, he wouldn't be able to finish the paperwork tonight. "The second you walked in that was already decided." Fukuzawa adjusted his position; he was now - still sitting on Fukuchi's lap - facing him with his legs on the sides of Fukuchi's own.
Fukuchi was still smiling, however only gently. Fukuzawa still kept his serious look, even as they sat in silence, engulfed in each other's eyes. "You're very handsome, you know?" Fukuchi's grip loosened, moving his hands down to rub Fukuzawa's hips.
"You've told me many a times," Fukuzawa's hands rested loosely on Fukuchi's shoulders.
"And you're incredibly smart, amazing at everything you do," Fukuchi continued, not breaking eye contact as Fukuzawa's hand cupped his cheek. "You don't need to do this..." Fukuzawa mumbled, the words of praise making his heart soar. "But I do and I will, Yuki." Fukuchi's voice was calm during all this, along with the slow movements of his hands on his lover's hips.
Fukuzawa leaned in, closing the gap between them in a kiss. It was a chaste, calming embrace. Fukuzawa pulled away, but still remained close, their foreheads touching. "You're unbearably annoying."
Fukuchi knew he was joking, if the way the corners of his mouth turned up was any indication. "Truth be told about you," Fukuchi responded with a grin, getting a light punch in response from Fukuzawa.
Silence.
"Yuki, what are you plan—"
Fukuzawa took the opportunity of his boyfriend letting his guard down to jump off his lap and grab a pile of papers and his pen. "Wha —! Hey, no fair, you can't expect me not to let my guard down if you kiss me!" Fukuchi pouted.
Fukuzawa made his way back over with a chuckle. He sat back on Fukuchi's lap, carefully placing the pile on his desk as he took off a page from the top. "Thank you for that little break, but I must be getting back to work now."
Fukuchi wrapped his arms around Fukuzawa's waist, leaning forward, his he rested his head on his shoulder. "Yukiiii, come on,"
"I've procrastinated too long." Fukuzawa's response was simple, yet he said it in a way that made arguing about it difficult. So, instead of using words, Fukuchi began kissing his boyfriend's neck. "... Genichiro,"
Fukuchi hummed in response, Fukuzawa feeling the vibrations due to their closeness. "I can't focus like that." Fukuzawa sighed, slightly turning to look at Fukuchi.
Fukuchi just continued, silent. It took Fukuzawa a moment more before he caved, placing his pen on the desk and turning back to his original position on Fukuchi's lap. Fukuchi pulled him close with a smile, continuing his little kisses all over the other's neck, leading down to his collarbone. Fukuzawa shivered, not used to contact there. "You don't need to work endlessly," Fukuchi mumbled against his skin. "take breaks, stretch every so often." Something they both needed to learn. Perhaps that's part of what attracted them to each other, their similarities despite being so different.
Fukuzawa ran a hand through his lover's hair, "should we head home? It's gotten very dark..."
Fukuchi stood, carrying Fukuzawa in his arms as if he were just a feather. "Let's."
Did Fukuzawa really need to be held back from working? Probably not. But, it's not like the two minded spending time with each other. It's just responses, the people can surely wait a little longer for his reply.