Kiss Promotion [3/?] Rank: Touch
Title: Kiss Promotion
Pairing: Urie/Mutsuki
Rating: F for Floof
AO3
Notes: PWP, because who needs a plot to write fluff. and if you haven’t seen, the beautiful narutouzumakis drew fanart for chapter one ;_;
Summary: They receive comfort in each other: It starts with a hug, a touch, the mutual need to not feel alone. It starts with falling asleep together, fingers entwined. And then there’s a kiss on the cheek. One. Two. More and more until Urie can’t live without them.
Shirazu squinted into the refrigerator. It was hard to see anything beyond the glaring light (you know that feeling, right? After staring at the dark for so long, and then suddenly having light in your eyes… Yeah, that feeling).
He grabbed a water bobble and zombie shuffled his way back to his room. There was a dream he kept trying to recall, something about Urie telling Shirazu what an amazing squad leader he was, but like all good dreams, it refused to stick. So instead, he pretended that’s exactly how his dream had gone.
It was better than the alternative of Dream Urie telling Shirazu what an amazing fuck up he was.
Which was probably what Real Urie would say.
But this was Shirazu’s dream. And sometimes, dreams could become reality if you hoped hard enough and there wasn’t a sudden human-shaped-and-sized roadblock preventing you from going to your room.
A quiet “Eep” followed the collision. It sounded strangely like Mutsuki.
“Huh.” Shirazu rubbed his tired eyes. “Mutsuki? You’re the roadblock?”
“What?”
“Never mind. What’re you doing?”
“I wasn’t going into Urie’s room.”
“O-kay.”
“What’re you doing still up, Shirazu?”
“I woke up. Was thirsty.” He yawned. “And now, I’m gonna go back to sleep and show that damn Urie how awesomesauce I am.”
“Uh, okay. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
If Shirazu was a little more awake, he’d probably wonder why Mutsuki continued to just stand in the hallway looking awkward. Maybe he’d pester Mutsuki a bit more and try to get a real answer out of him, but Shirazu couldn’t be bothered. He had something to prove to Dream Urie.
(But the rest of that night, Shirazu had nightmares of Urie-turned-ghoul slow roasting him over a fire.)
“Um, I’m sorry for bugging you.”
Mutsuki locked his hands behind his back, suddenly feeling shy despite the fact that he (lightly) knocked on Urie’s door in the middle of the night. So far, Urie neither invited him into his room or told him to go away, so that was a good sign.
But he also wasn’t saying anything; opting to stand there and stare at Mutsuki.
“I just wanted to apologize for falling asleep in your room the other night,” Mutsuki continued in a whisper, mindful of the fact that the other squad members were sleeping nearby. “We got so busy with that investigation so I couldn’t apologize sooner, so… Yeah. Anyway, I won’t let it happen again!”
“(Good.)”
“But you know you’re a real nice guy. I mean, you could have just woken me up and kicked me out but you just let me sleep there. Thanks, Urie.”
“(….)”
“Well, we have another long day tomorrow. So I’m going to get some rest. You should, too! Goodnight, Urie!”
Urie never experienced a hurricane before. But he had a strange suspicion it felt something like Mutsuki showing up at his door in the middle of the night, saying a few quick words, and then hurrying off with that usual bright and stupid smile of his while Urie wondered what the point of his visit was.
What was the point of Mutsuki coming over to say something in the middle of the night if he hadn’t come with the intention of invading Urie’s room again? To “hang out,” as Mutsuki often claimed.
Not that Urie wanted him to. He just wondered, was all.
Oh well. At least tonight would be peaceful. Just him, his headphones, and his music.
“Man, what if we had ghouls and man-eating giants? We’d be so fucked.”
“(Still watching that stupid show?) ‘What ifs’ are irrelevant. What matters is reality.”
“Aw have some imagination, Urie,” Shirazu said with a playful shove. That Urie returned a little more forcefully.
And then it blew out of proportion until Sasaki cleared his throat.
“Focus. We have a ghoul to catch.”
That always made Urie focus. “Dead or alive?”
“Hm,” Sasaki pulled up the mission report on his tablet. It was a new thing the CCG was implementing; trying to incorporate technology more into the workplace and all that, “Either. But please be wary. As you know, this ghoul will be able to see you coming from any direction. Make sure to keep an eye on each other. Ha ha. Get it? Because the ghoul’s got more than two eyes– ah never mind. You know the plan.”
They split into teams: Saiko and Sasaki in one team, Urie and Mutsuki in another. They’d drive the All Seeing Ghoul to Shirazu, who will block off the ghoul’s only route of escape and either capture or kill said ghoul.
Haise had this idea of building up Shirazu to further develop his squad leader skills. Or whatever skills he had.
Whatever, Urie thought. So long as he got the final hit in that brought that ghoul dow–.
Something warm pressed against his triceps. Fingers. They barely touched him, and it was only for a few seconds - Urie counted three - but that feeling. That warmth. It lingered through the material of his coat and shirt.
“Let’s all go home okay, Urie?” Mutsuki said, looking up at Urie with that ridiculous smile of his.
Not that Urie ever thought about a mission going wrong and not coming out alive. He didn’t worry about things like that. Worrying left room for error. It removed your focus from the goal.
But to others like Mutsuki, he supposed they’d worry about inconsequential things such as mission failures and dying.
“(As if a low-ranked ghoul could touch me.)”
His heart raced. He hadn’t realized he was thrilled for the hunt, having been calm earlier throughout the day. But now adrenaline pumped in his veins, fingers itching to use his kagune, muscles tensing as a small fire spread inside of him.
Gone were the days when Mutsuki looked meek before a mission; when worry used to furrow his brows. Despite the possibility of death, he gripped his daggers, brows creased with single minded determination: to complete the mission. “Ready?”
Something inside of Urie responded to Mutsuki. Like that itch from earlier to use his kagune. Except it felt more like a hum, a stir. Excited. Anticipatory. Impatient.
They hunted.
Other than Shirazu getting a black eye, the mission went well. No surprise there, Urie thought.
Worrying about missions was pointless. But he could see how fleeting those worries were towards people like Mutsuki who was now laughing over something Sasaki said; fears from earlier gone.
He didn’t understand people sometimes. How they could jump from one emotion and to another, sometimes faster than someone could possibly process. Rationality was what drove Urie (and promotions and killing ghouls, of course).
Fact: He was strong. Low rank ghouls could never hurt him.
Fact: This mission had a 96.8% chance of success. The ghoul’s territory had been scouted, along with its abilities, daily patterns, abnormalities, et cetera. And so, taking into account all of that, they devised a plan and saw that plan through.
Fact: Shirazu was an idiot. That didn’t have to do with anything, but facts were facts.
The Quinx Squad needed at least one rational team member. Someone who was always thinking and calculating every logical, every rational outcome. And if their mentor couldn’t do that, then Urie had to.
And logically speaking, Urie understood that there wasn’t a lot of room in the backseat, but what didn’t make sense was Saiko calling shotgun and leaving Urie squeezed in the back, Shirazu in the middle, and Mutsuki on the other side.
“Can you not sit so close to me,” Urie muttered.
“There’s not a lot of space, okay?!”
“(At least stop breathing my air.)”
“What was tha– hey!”
Urie pushed him away. Not that there was much of anywhere for Shirazu to go, except to squish into Mutsuki, who was sandwiched helplessly against the car. “Guys…”
Five minutes later, Mutsuki found himself in the middle instead. This always seemed to happen to him when it came to Urie and Shirazu.
Sasaki smiled as he continued to drive, suddenly feeling more at peace. Shirazu stared sourly out the car window. Saiko found a pop station to listen to over the radio. Mutsuki sighed and Urie wondered if it always felt like this:
If usually when they sat in the car, if there was ever no space between his and Mutsuki’s shoulders and arms and thighs. Or if this car was just smaller than the normal ones the CCG lent out. Or if this was just the first time Urie realized it felt warm sitting like this next to Mutsuki. That it felt warm where their bodies touched.
Urie took comfort in the fact that it wasn’t Shirazu touching him.
