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[subaru/yasu] my gun better than yours
Title: my gun better than yours
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Rating: PG-13
Words: 454
Summary: Subaru only listens to some people.
A/N: AU drabble written for an AU challenge over at![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
subassan_onegai a while back.
Subaru’s the one who does the killing, but only if Yasu is there with him. He’s ruthless and focused on the job, cold to the fear that glimmers in his prey’s pleading eyes when he moves in, body fluid and muscles tight. Subaru is older than Yasu by a few years, but the younger man is a stoic presence in the background, often watching Subaru do his job in a deceptively lazy manner with his body leaned against the nearest wall. Yasu’s gaze is intense like a strong hand on Subaru’s shoulders, a warm thumb over the ridge of bone underneath layers of cotton and skin. He doesn’t waver when Subaru pulls the trigger. He barely blinks when he wipes the gun and cleans the scene of murder, nor flinch at the sound of a body hitting the water.
However, he can never pull the trigger when the other man isn’t around. It is a cruel twist of fate, but Yasu is Subaru’s weakness as much as his strength. It’s not a matter of nerves, its much more than that; Subaru just can’t. The jimusho learned it the hard way when they tried to reshuffle their teams. They earned themselves an enormous hospitalization bill, the subsequent medication bills, and a few wrecked rooms in the headquarters when Yasu went on a rampage. But they had to forgive him because he burst into tears immediately after.
Tonight, it seems especially hard on Subaru to execute the mission cleanly. Yasu had been held up a little too long in the back rooms, and Subaru had problems holding the gun to their target's head. That guy just won’t shut up – he keeps begging and groveling and whining at Subaru’s feet, shuffling around suspiciously – he’s probably trying to find his gun or make a run for it. Subaru knows he should pull the trigger, but Yasu, he’s not here yet, where the hell is he? His hands are going to start shaking any moment and his pills are in the glove compartment of the get away car. Fuck, maybe he should have had a beer before they crashed through the door.
“Look, here, I’m getting you the money, okay. Just, just take it and go – ”
“I don’t want your money,” Subaru cocks the gun and takes a half step forward. The man hesitates. “Don’t move,” he warns.
“You don’t really want to kill me,” Dipshit-who-won’t-shut-up tries again. “I can see it in your eyes,” he taunts, hands lightly pulling a desk drawer open.
Yasu walks into the room just as Subaru catches the glint of a gun; he nearly panics, the muscles in his legs coiling in anticipation of the lunge –
“Shoot!” Yasu yells, and Subaru does.
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Rating: PG-13
Words: 454
Summary: Subaru only listens to some people.
A/N: AU drabble written for an AU challenge over at
subassan_onegai a while back. Subaru’s the one who does the killing, but only if Yasu is there with him. He’s ruthless and focused on the job, cold to the fear that glimmers in his prey’s pleading eyes when he moves in, body fluid and muscles tight. Subaru is older than Yasu by a few years, but the younger man is a stoic presence in the background, often watching Subaru do his job in a deceptively lazy manner with his body leaned against the nearest wall. Yasu’s gaze is intense like a strong hand on Subaru’s shoulders, a warm thumb over the ridge of bone underneath layers of cotton and skin. He doesn’t waver when Subaru pulls the trigger. He barely blinks when he wipes the gun and cleans the scene of murder, nor flinch at the sound of a body hitting the water.
However, he can never pull the trigger when the other man isn’t around. It is a cruel twist of fate, but Yasu is Subaru’s weakness as much as his strength. It’s not a matter of nerves, its much more than that; Subaru just can’t. The jimusho learned it the hard way when they tried to reshuffle their teams. They earned themselves an enormous hospitalization bill, the subsequent medication bills, and a few wrecked rooms in the headquarters when Yasu went on a rampage. But they had to forgive him because he burst into tears immediately after.
Tonight, it seems especially hard on Subaru to execute the mission cleanly. Yasu had been held up a little too long in the back rooms, and Subaru had problems holding the gun to their target's head. That guy just won’t shut up – he keeps begging and groveling and whining at Subaru’s feet, shuffling around suspiciously – he’s probably trying to find his gun or make a run for it. Subaru knows he should pull the trigger, but Yasu, he’s not here yet, where the hell is he? His hands are going to start shaking any moment and his pills are in the glove compartment of the get away car. Fuck, maybe he should have had a beer before they crashed through the door.
“Look, here, I’m getting you the money, okay. Just, just take it and go – ”
“I don’t want your money,” Subaru cocks the gun and takes a half step forward. The man hesitates. “Don’t move,” he warns.
“You don’t really want to kill me,” Dipshit-who-won’t-shut-up tries again. “I can see it in your eyes,” he taunts, hands lightly pulling a desk drawer open.
Yasu walks into the room just as Subaru catches the glint of a gun; he nearly panics, the muscles in his legs coiling in anticipation of the lunge –
“Shoot!” Yasu yells, and Subaru does.