Ship: Liu/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Square: I know you're here to spy on our secret evil organization im actually tired of being here lets take em down from within Word Count: 707
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There’s no mistaking that this is Liu’s target. Bangs over his left eye, drop-dead gorgeous, smirk on his lips, the right height and weight. He doesn’t look much like a higher-up in a terror organization, but that’s perhaps what makes Himuro so effective, a silent killer, evil disguised as sweetness. Liu tells himself not to look to hard, that it will give him away, but he still ends up looking a little too long. Himuro meets his gaze, steady and appraising. The smile spreads on his face; he flicks an eyebrow as if he like what he sees. Liu swallows. He’d been sent here to destroy the organization from within, point a gun at this man’s heart, not to flirt with him.
Then again, honey traps can be quite effective, and even though that’s not part of Liu’s plan it might be a quicker way than trying to work his way up. He’s just got to work his way into Himuro’s bed, skip the sweet-talk part (because he’s always been too blunt to get information out that way) and show the weapons, get him to spill and go in for the kill. With someone like Himuro, it’s never that simple, but Liu will make it work.
“Liu Wei,” says the chief, Okamura, a brawny man with a beard who bears an uncanny resemblance to a gorilla. “Police defector.”
Himuro’s whole body shifts; Liu steadies his gaze. “That’s right.”
“Don’t think I’ll trust you right away just so you can go ratting out all of our secrets to your police buddies.”
“What police buddies?” says Liu.
“He’s got a point,” says another man (Fukui, if the piles of information Liu had been given are correct). “Swapped partners three times. Had a nasty exit.”
(The exit was part of the setup; the partners who’d quit and retired were accidental but what led him to be chosen for this operation in the first place.)
Both Okamura and Fukui are peering at Liu now; Himuro remains placid.
“Show him the ropes,” Fukui says, pushing him over to Himuro.
Himuro is as gracious and charming as he is attractive, and Liu feels himself loosening, opening up just a little bit. The stakes are still high, but he might as well try to have some fun and flirt back. He finds, soon, that he likes hearing Himuro’s laugh, and even when he’s trying to dig out useful information (or something that might lead to it) sometimes he finds himself putting in an aside or diverting the subject, just a little, to make him do it. It helps the ruse; Liu reminds himself of that seemingly more and more each day.
He’s the one who invites Himuro back to his own room, weeks later. It’s bugged; he knows that much, but he can get them where they’re out of view of the cameras, for the most part, and where the sound of their voices carry less to the mics, make it look like an accident. Even if showing this would give them more of a reason to trust him, they still know it’s going on. But this is too much to show them, too much to let them have it.
“You’re not subtle at all,” Himuro says, lying on top of his chest after, and Liu tries to slow his pounding heart by telling himself Himuro’s talking about the flirting. “How long are you planning on staying before you give it all away?”
He’s not.
Himuro looks at him carefully. He’s been talking low enough that the microphones probably haven’t picked him up, unless he’s got one implanted in his body without a scar (or unless that other eye is one giant camera).
“I don’t know,” Liu says.
“I know you’ve got a bad track record, but are you looking for a partner?”
“What do you mean?”
Himuro shrugs. “I’m sick of the way things are here. I’ll help you take it down.”
It doesn’t sound like the truth, but Liu’s too unsure, wants it to be true so badly (fantasies of running away with Himuro are now trying to wrench their way through the door to his mind).
“Deal,” says Liu, pulling Himuro in for another kiss.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, C2, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: I know you're here to spy on our secret evil organization im actually tired of being here lets take em down from within
Word Count: 707
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There’s no mistaking that this is Liu’s target. Bangs over his left eye, drop-dead gorgeous, smirk on his lips, the right height and weight. He doesn’t look much like a higher-up in a terror organization, but that’s perhaps what makes Himuro so effective, a silent killer, evil disguised as sweetness. Liu tells himself not to look to hard, that it will give him away, but he still ends up looking a little too long. Himuro meets his gaze, steady and appraising. The smile spreads on his face; he flicks an eyebrow as if he like what he sees. Liu swallows. He’d been sent here to destroy the organization from within, point a gun at this man’s heart, not to flirt with him.
Then again, honey traps can be quite effective, and even though that’s not part of Liu’s plan it might be a quicker way than trying to work his way up. He’s just got to work his way into Himuro’s bed, skip the sweet-talk part (because he’s always been too blunt to get information out that way) and show the weapons, get him to spill and go in for the kill. With someone like Himuro, it’s never that simple, but Liu will make it work.
“Liu Wei,” says the chief, Okamura, a brawny man with a beard who bears an uncanny resemblance to a gorilla. “Police defector.”
Himuro’s whole body shifts; Liu steadies his gaze. “That’s right.”
“Don’t think I’ll trust you right away just so you can go ratting out all of our secrets to your police buddies.”
“What police buddies?” says Liu.
“He’s got a point,” says another man (Fukui, if the piles of information Liu had been given are correct). “Swapped partners three times. Had a nasty exit.”
(The exit was part of the setup; the partners who’d quit and retired were accidental but what led him to be chosen for this operation in the first place.)
Both Okamura and Fukui are peering at Liu now; Himuro remains placid.
“Show him the ropes,” Fukui says, pushing him over to Himuro.
Himuro is as gracious and charming as he is attractive, and Liu feels himself loosening, opening up just a little bit. The stakes are still high, but he might as well try to have some fun and flirt back. He finds, soon, that he likes hearing Himuro’s laugh, and even when he’s trying to dig out useful information (or something that might lead to it) sometimes he finds himself putting in an aside or diverting the subject, just a little, to make him do it. It helps the ruse; Liu reminds himself of that seemingly more and more each day.
He’s the one who invites Himuro back to his own room, weeks later. It’s bugged; he knows that much, but he can get them where they’re out of view of the cameras, for the most part, and where the sound of their voices carry less to the mics, make it look like an accident. Even if showing this would give them more of a reason to trust him, they still know it’s going on. But this is too much to show them, too much to let them have it.
“You’re not subtle at all,” Himuro says, lying on top of his chest after, and Liu tries to slow his pounding heart by telling himself Himuro’s talking about the flirting. “How long are you planning on staying before you give it all away?”
He’s not.
Himuro looks at him carefully. He’s been talking low enough that the microphones probably haven’t picked him up, unless he’s got one implanted in his body without a scar (or unless that other eye is one giant camera).
“I don’t know,” Liu says.
“I know you’ve got a bad track record, but are you looking for a partner?”
“What do you mean?”
Himuro shrugs. “I’m sick of the way things are here. I’ll help you take it down.”
It doesn’t sound like the truth, but Liu’s too unsure, wants it to be true so badly (fantasies of running away with Himuro are now trying to wrench their way through the door to his mind).
“Deal,” says Liu, pulling Himuro in for another kiss.
Himuro doesn’t object.