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rui’s a notorious spy—he knows his job and he does it well. although he doesn’t work on the field often, he knows how to handle a gun and handles it well.
and when worst comes to worst, he works with people he doesn’t like. but it’s not often—kaito-san prefers rui working alone.
but rui is, oddly enough, very unlucky. not only is he stuck with tenma tsukasa, an assassin infamous for his dirty play during missions, he is stuck in a room with the assassin.
it’d been a fumble on rui’s part, he’ll admit. he got them tricked and put in here.
the room is fairly empty. there are a few old weapons scattered around. tenma inspects then excitedly, the bells on his outfit jingling.
rui leans against the wall, arms crossed. his gun had been taken—unfortunately. the weight usually brings him some comfort.
“i wonder what we need to do to get out,” tenma muses. rui looks up, adjusting his glasses. the jester-assassin walks towards him, heels clicking.
“don’t ask me,” rui sighs, running a hand through his hair. “i don’t know.”
“well, it is your fault we’re in here—“
“—i know that. you’re lucky my gun is gone, or i would have put a bullet in your throat.”
“you love me,” tenma practically purrs in his ear. rui shoves him away to walk around the room.
there’s a bed in the corner, sheets rumpled. he stares at it blankly before glancing around again.
he scoffs, taking off his glasses to scrub a hand over his face. “maybe we just need to be in here a certain amount of time.”
“ooh!!” tenma is suddenly grabbing his shoulders and jumping, grinning madly. he leans in. “what if it’s one of those fuck or die situations? too bad i don’t see any condoms. guess we’ll have to—“
rui smacks him with the back of his hand when he feels tenma’s fingers trailing down his waist. “not happening.”
“horrible!”
the room goes silent again. rui feels his stress starting to rise. there’s no camera in here, so what could they possibly need to do?
rui sits on the bed. tenma approaches, grinning all the while. the blond sits next to him, folding a leg up.
“guess we have to wait,” the jester-assassin says.
rui’s internal clock tells him it’s been half an hour. nothing has happened. no one has come to the door to talk, and they’ve sat in dead silence.
“i’m bored,” tenma finally says, all earlier excitement and playfulness gone. “when are we gonna be let out?”
“probably when our captors know what to do with us.” rui, despite himself, lays back against the bed, head hitting the pillow. it’s soft.
tenma stares at him, then grins suddenly.
rui scowls.
“well, i found a card game earlier,” tenma says smoothly. “let’s play a strip game.”
“excuse me?”
“there’s no camera! besides, i’ve seen you naked plenty of times.”
“i don’t care there’s no camera—and no you haven’t!?” rui shouts, sitting up. tenma shrugs in response.
rui worries his lip in his teeth before finally throwing his hands up. “fine. but only because there’s nothing else to do.”
“yay!”
it’s been ten minutes. rui is only in his pants now—tenma is in the same situation. his boots are set aside, his pants barely on him.
“this is awkward,” rui says dumbly. his belt had been taken off, making his pants hang loosely and lowly on his hips. he probably looks stupid.
tenma grins at him, waving a card. “why is it awkward?”
“because seeing you half-naked is awkward,” the spy snaps. he knows his face is red—how embarrassing. how does tenma not feel embarrassed?
“maybe you just like seeing me half-naked and won’t admit it,” the assassin jeers. rui knows it’s true, but he’d rather shoot himself than say that.
“alright, point for me,” tenma suddenly says. rui blinks in confusion, then frowns. “i didn’t even get my turn.”
the spy has, admittedly, lost track of what they are playing.
“take off your pants,” tenma nods at him. rui does not move. “no. i’m done playing.”
tenma’s bottom lip juts out in a pout. rui shakes away the thought of it being cute. because it isn’t.
“i’ll take them off then.”
before rui kamishiro can even register what that means, tenma is between his legs. he blinks.
tenma is a dirty liar, he thinks as the blond throws a leg over one of his shoulders. the assassin smiles, fangs glinting lightly.
“…this isn’t a good position to get pants off,” rui finally speaks. it sounds dumb, even to him.
tenma simply smiles, a hand creeping up his thigh and stopping at the waistband of his unzipped slacks. rui swallows.
tenma’s smile widens to a dangerous grin as he leans forward, lips barely brushing rui’s ear. “aren’t you so pretty like this?”
there is a key difference in their physiques. tenma is much more muscular than rui is. rui barely has anything to him—he’s tall and lanky and slim. it’s why he barely goes out on the field for physical work.
“i think you’re pretty,” tenma all but coos in his ear, slowly starting to pull rui’s pants down.
the door busts open. rui startles, head snapping to look. tenma doesn’t move, but his grin forms into a frown.
“shinonome-kun!” rui sputters, his whole body hot. he can’t tell if it’s arousal or not. regardless, he’s very warm.
now, shinonome stands there, gun in hand. he stares at them for a minute, and rui gives an awkward smile. tenma still hasn’t moved, his fingers still on the waistband of his slacks.
“fucking hell!” shinonome suddenly yells. “did you not get our goddamn message?”
no, rui did not.
“uh,” he starts, but shinonome continues.
“we told you we were coming—and what the fuck is he doing here?” the ginger asks, using his gun to point at tenma.
the assassin finally moves, sitting up to send shinonome a glare. “we’re in the middle of something.”
“yeah? well, i’m trying to save my partner,” shinonome grunts. however, he huffs in pure annoyance. “what the fuck ever. put your fuckin’ clothes back on, you hear? kaito-san wants to see you back at headquarters,” he says to rui.
rui chuckles nervously. the door closes.
immediately, tenma all but yanks his pants down. “where were we?” he asks innocently, blond hair falling in his face.
rui smacks his head, shoving him off. “get off—i have to get going.”
tenma practically whines like an abandoned dog. rui grimaces, rolling his eyes.
as he dresses himself once more, looping in his belt, he knows he’ll have a lot to think about once he’s home.
a lot.