notes: i attempted to write some Tender Content for you but this was the best i could do lmao. is it happy endgame hostageshipping?? is it s1 hostageshipping in disguise?? who knows! not me
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Reiji wakes to a blurry assemblage of limbs and shadow at the edge of his field of vision. He reaches for his glasses on the bedside table, slides them on, waits for his eyes adjust to the gloom. It isn’t the first time Shun has shaken himself half-awake in the middle of the night, blank with forgotten purpose; at least this time he hasn’t tried to crash through the window in an attempt to escape.
“Ruri,” Shun says, syllables smearing into one another in his urgency. “I need to find--why am I--is this room secure? Academia’s already infiltrated this dimension--”
“You are safe here,” Reiji says. “We ended the interdimensional war. Go back to sleep.”
Shun makes a sharp noise like he’s been hit. The fine line of his mouth obscured in a slash of shadow, his eyes feverish and wide with a strange sheer lucidity that leaches the depth out of them. In a heartbeat he’s looming over Reiji, hands wrapped around Reiji’s throat, thumbs turned inwards and digging into the muscle at the base of his neck. “Where is she?” Shun demands. “What have you done with Ruri?”
“Your sister is with Serena,” Reiji says, holding himself perfectly still. “You saw her off yesterday morning.”
“Se… rena,” Shun says. His eyes shutter, but when he opens them again they’re still flat, remote. “No,” he says, “no, no, you’re lying, Serena is Academia--Ruri wouldn’t--”
“Kurosaki Shun,” Reiji says, evenly, “do you know where you are?” and waits. Slowly, the punch-drunk light fades from Shun’s eyes and the tense line of his shoulders slackens and his grip on Reiji’s neck goes lax, fingers twitching like he isn’t quite sure what to do with them. Reiji curls his fingers around Shun’s wrists and lifts Shun’s hands off his throat, and Shun doesn’t protest when Reiji presses his lips to Shun’s knuckles, then the divot between the bones at the base of his palm.
He lets go of Shun’s wrists and Shun skims his hands up Reiji’s arms, exploratory, almost hesitant, before seizing fistfuls of his shirt, dragging him upright to kiss him. He bites at Reiji’s bottom lip, trying to pull him closer, and Reiji wraps an arm around Shun’s waist to brace himself, tilts his head into the kiss, lets Shun lick his mouth open. “You--” Shun gasps out, sounding inexplicably wrecked. Hands moving restlessly to cup the back of Reiji’s neck, clutch at his shoulders, splay flat between his shoulderblades like he’s trying to map out the shape of Reiji’s body, ascertain who he’s supposed to be or who he’s supposed to be to Shun.
Reiji draws back. Kisses the pulse jumping at the hollow of Shun’s collarbone. “Go back to sleep,” he repeats, into the warmth of Shun’s skin, and above him Shun lets out a shaky sigh. “It’s still early. We can talk in the morning, if you’d like. Go back to sleep.”
jk heres your real gift
notes: i attempted to write some Tender Content for you but this was the best i could do lmao. is it happy endgame hostageshipping?? is it s1 hostageshipping in disguise?? who knows! not me
--
Reiji wakes to a blurry assemblage of limbs and shadow at the edge of his field of vision. He reaches for his glasses on the bedside table, slides them on, waits for his eyes adjust to the gloom. It isn’t the first time Shun has shaken himself half-awake in the middle of the night, blank with forgotten purpose; at least this time he hasn’t tried to crash through the window in an attempt to escape.
“Ruri,” Shun says, syllables smearing into one another in his urgency. “I need to find--why am I--is this room secure? Academia’s already infiltrated this dimension--”
“You are safe here,” Reiji says. “We ended the interdimensional war. Go back to sleep.”
Shun makes a sharp noise like he’s been hit. The fine line of his mouth obscured in a slash of shadow, his eyes feverish and wide with a strange sheer lucidity that leaches the depth out of them. In a heartbeat he’s looming over Reiji, hands wrapped around Reiji’s throat, thumbs turned inwards and digging into the muscle at the base of his neck. “Where is she?” Shun demands. “What have you done with Ruri?”
“Your sister is with Serena,” Reiji says, holding himself perfectly still. “You saw her off yesterday morning.”
“Se… rena,” Shun says. His eyes shutter, but when he opens them again they’re still flat, remote. “No,” he says, “no, no, you’re lying, Serena is Academia--Ruri wouldn’t--”
“Kurosaki Shun,” Reiji says, evenly, “do you know where you are?” and waits. Slowly, the punch-drunk light fades from Shun’s eyes and the tense line of his shoulders slackens and his grip on Reiji’s neck goes lax, fingers twitching like he isn’t quite sure what to do with them. Reiji curls his fingers around Shun’s wrists and lifts Shun’s hands off his throat, and Shun doesn’t protest when Reiji presses his lips to Shun’s knuckles, then the divot between the bones at the base of his palm.
He lets go of Shun’s wrists and Shun skims his hands up Reiji’s arms, exploratory, almost hesitant, before seizing fistfuls of his shirt, dragging him upright to kiss him. He bites at Reiji’s bottom lip, trying to pull him closer, and Reiji wraps an arm around Shun’s waist to brace himself, tilts his head into the kiss, lets Shun lick his mouth open. “You--” Shun gasps out, sounding inexplicably wrecked. Hands moving restlessly to cup the back of Reiji’s neck, clutch at his shoulders, splay flat between his shoulderblades like he’s trying to map out the shape of Reiji’s body, ascertain who he’s supposed to be or who he’s supposed to be to Shun.
Reiji draws back. Kisses the pulse jumping at the hollow of Shun’s collarbone. “Go back to sleep,” he repeats, into the warmth of Shun’s skin, and above him Shun lets out a shaky sigh. “It’s still early. We can talk in the morning, if you’d like. Go back to sleep.”