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Entry tags:
- eiji,
- fic,
- fuji,
- gakuto,
- golden pair,
- oishi,
- oishi/eiji,
- superseme,
- tezuka,
- tezuka/fuji
for Melly.
Title: Super Seme
Pairing: Oshitari/Gakuto, Oishi/Eiji, Tezuka/Fuji (hints)
Fic Summary: Oishi is a mild mannered reporter in Seigakuopolis. Until he hears someone scream for help that is! Then he becomes Super seme!
Chapter Summary: Oishi is troubled by the inability to catch the sniper, and Tezuka and Fuji finally talk.
Previous Chapters: one & two, three, four.
Oishi couldn't just transform into Super Seme while Tezuka watched. His secret identity! He had already had it revealed to Eiji, who was a super hero, and Fuji had already seemed to know, and it was entirely possible that Atobe knew as well. Tezuka was Oishi's friend though, and the newspaper had covered several 'Super Seme' stories. Would Tezuka's journalistic principles mean he had to reveal who Oishi really was?
"Oishi." Tezuka pushed Oishi off of him. "You should try to catch the shooter."
Oishi blinked in confusion at Tezuka. "I'm a-" Just a reporter? I don't know what you're talking about? What was Tezuka talking about. He couldn't possibly…
Tezuka stared seriously at Oishi. "I've always known, Super Seme."
Oishi gasped, shocked. Tezuka had always known?! Was that why he didn't seem to mind when Oishi missed out on major articles because he was taking part in them? Or minded that Oishi didn't always show up for work because of superheroic emergencies? …actually, now that Oishi thought about it, it had kind of been obvious that Tezuka had known. No other boss would let you get away with all of that. But still, how had Tezuka known?
Another clicking sound, fired by a gunshot. Oishi grabbed Tezuka and flew them off, up and up, and up, he dropped Tezuka off on top of the man's apartment building. "Can you get in from the roof?" Oishi asked, fully aware he was hovering in his civvies.
"I will handle it." Tezuka nodded decisively. "Don't be careless."
Oishi smiled, same old Tezuka, and headed off. "I won't."
Oishi had been tracking the sounds of the shooter. Click, click, the sounds of the gun being packed away, and footsteps, just like that other time. Surely this time he would catch the would-be assassin.
Oishi had reached the building the man had been firing from, a business building, across from the Daily Gaku. There was a snipers nest on the roof, and Oishi cursed himself. He should have flown up there before dropping Tezuka off… but no, getting Tezuka to safety had taken precedence. Flying through the open stairwells Oishi kept listening to the tap, tap, tap, of the shooter's feet. The sound of his footsteps kept getting farther and father away, and Oishi couldn't understand how. The man could not possibly walk faster than Oishi could fly! Oishi had raced The Naniwa Speedstar, the fastest man alive, and nearly won.
Coming to the basement Oishi halted. The steps were muffled still, but they had to be behind this door, Oishi opened the door up…
And sucked in his breath at what he saw. A man stood highlighted by a pulsating purple portal, the purple and white swirling toward the center in a way that made Oishi dizzy. The man looked over his shoulder, smirked at Oishi, and stepped into the portal, getting smaller and smaller until he and the portal disappeared. It was at the point that the portal disappeared that the explosion happened, and Oishi barely had time to release his freeze breath on the heat and flames. The impact of the explosion, created by the portal collapsing, still sent Oishi flying backwards into the basement door, slamming into it and the wall beyond. The structural integrity of the building buckled, but held.
Oishi let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't caught the shooter, but at least another building hadn't come down. He also had a pretty good idea about how the shooter disappeared now. It looked a lot like the trans-dimensional portals he had seen Dr. Inui demonstrate when he guest lectured at the university. Inui was a little weird, almost a mad scientist, but saved from such a disagreeable fate by his habit of doing more right than wrong. He had a younger man who followed him around hissing, and more often than not stopping him from performing the experiments that went a little too close to crossing the line between 'scientific inquiry' and 'really, really wrong'.
"I'll just have to call him up." Oishi decided, climbing the stairs up to the rooftop and flying off. Unconsciously Oishi found himself flying towards Eiji and Fuji's apartment. Circling the building Oishi felt… well, surprised with himself. He had been spending a lot of time with Eiji lately. A lot of time doing THAT sort of thing. Maybe, maybe he should just go home to his apartment. Eiji was probably tired and they both had work tomorrow… Oishi landed on the balcony to Eiji's bedroom and rapped on the door. The window shades had been shut, but the light was on, and Oishi could hear Eiji's heartbeat and breathing.
Eiji flung the balcony doors open and smiled at Oishi. "Oishi!" Eiji then flung himself into Oishi's arms, hugging Oishi tightly. "Nya, didn't we just say goodbye! You should have said you were coming over. I'd have made you dinner!" Eiji nuzzled at Oishi's chest, totally causing Oishi to forget about anything other than the warmth and comfort (and arousal) he felt in Eiji's presence.
Eiji propped his chin up on Oishi's chest and looked up happily into Oishi's eyes. Their blissful moment lasted a full five seconds before Fuji coughed, breaking the two of them apart. Oishi blushed and looked at his feet. He felt like a highschooler interrupted before he could steal the first kiss. Even though he and Eiji had done a lot more than that. Oishi blushed more thinking about it.
"Nya! Fujiko, why're you in costume again?" Eiji easily bounded across the room, and Oishi stepped inside Eiji's room, his feet singing into the carpet. He noticed that the bed was freshly made, and that the entire room smelled like Eiji.
Also, Fuji was definitely wearing his skintight Tsubame costume.
"I've got some late night work." Fuji patted Eiji's shoulder and walked past him. "Plus, I thought I should give the two of you some time alone." Fuji winked at Oishi, and stepped out onto the balcony. "Don't break the bed."
Oishi felt like his face was on fire. He had never felt this embarrassed before, not even when his heat vision had activated and he'd burned holes through several of his suits. "Ah, Fu-Tsubame." Oishi caught himself. Superhero names before real ones, especially when you were in costume. Fuji turned to smile blankly at Oishi. "Be careful, the shooter from earlier is still out there. He took a crack at my boss and I earlier."
"Nya?" Eiji bounced over and propped his chin up on Oishi's shoulder, his arms easily encircling Oishi's waist. Oishi dropped his hands on top of Eiji's and twined their fingers together. He felt like a newly wed. "Tezuka? Is he alright?"
"He's fine." Oishi turned around to face Eiji, Eiji's hands easily dropping to the top of his ass. Oishi blushed and returned the hug. "I dropped him off at his apartment. I don't think the shooter will go there." Though Oishi had no idea why the shooter was after Tezuka anyway, or if he was after Tezuka at all. "He vanished using some sort of portal. If I remember correctly trans-dimensional portals can only be used for transport by metas, and even then it might destabilize their existence." Oishi was doing his best to dredge up all the memories of Inui's lecture. Looking over his shoulder he noticed Fuji was gone.
"We should close the doors." Eiji murmured into Oishi's ear, nuzzling him. "Nya, think we'll have a distress call soon?"
Oishi shivered. "I think we might have a little time to ourselves." Breathing an icy blast at the doors Oishi managed to get them to swing shut without moving away from Eiji.
"Brr!" Eiji shivered against Oishi, clinging tighter. "Nya, Oishi, now I'm cold!"
Oishi flushed, and looked into Eiji's mischievous eyes. "I could warm you up?"
Eiji tackled Oishi onto the floor, his fingers making fast work of Oishi's suit buttons.
--
Tezuka was waiting on the roof when Fuji landed. It had been years since Tezuka had watched Fuji fly through the skies. Fuji always looked as much a part of the sky as birds or stars; you would never know that he was one of a dying breed. Fuji folded his wings behind him when he landed on the roof, his smile and blue eyes were visible despite the mask. It was strange, but Fuji even seemed a part of Seigakuopolis' backdrop, just as much as Super Seme always had. "You know," Fuji started, just like Tezuka had known he would, "It's not really safe for you to be out in the open when you have a sniper after you."
"I would have seen him coming." Tezuka did not need to do anything so showy as tapping at the side of his glasses, though he was aware that his lenses had probably flashed. "You know that."
Fuji nodded, and walked lightly across the roof. Tezuka almost doubted Fuji's feet were even touching the ground. "Did you see the first attack then, and let Oishi think he was saving you?"
Tezuka had seen the first attack while in the office, it was one of the reasons he was loathe to step outside. In order to allay Oishi's fears he had even needed to let the man know that Tezuka already knew about his secret identity. Tezuka had hoped to keep such a secret to himself for a while longer. It made him feel less uncomfortable about not revealing his own secret identity to Oishi. "Ah."
Fuji was almost close enough to touch now, a luxury Tezuka had denied himself years ago. "Did you know about the other attack then?"
Tezuka waited a beat, staring into Fuji's serious eyes. He should have known Fuji would eventually confront him about the matter. They had both done a remarkable job of ignoring the other, despite being in the same city for the first time in half a decade. Ever since Tezuka had left The En, and left Atobe, Eiji, and Fuji behind he had been careful not to miss what he had given up. Instead he had focused on what he had avoided. Becoming another cog in Atobe's network of superheroes was never anything Tezuka had wanted a part of. "I knew you would stop it."
Fuji flexed his wings out behind him. "Atobe was injured."
"But not killed." Tezuka countered.
"He could have been." Fuji snapped, his wings snapping shut behind him as well. Tezuka nodded slightly. He had sent Eiji and Oishi to the sight just in case, but he had not warned the two of the danger. All because he was still protecting himself from the past. Eiji did not know of his former identity, or his power, Fuji had kept that from him, and so had Atobe. "You were always a proponent of being honest, Tezuka, what changed?"
Tezuka looked over Fuji's head at Seigakuopolis' open starry skies. So different from the towering skyscrapers of Hyotei Capital. Since coming to Seigakuopolis Tezuka had found himself wanting to leave his former life farther and farther behind him. He had tapped into his gift less and less, wishing to distance himself, and use real reporting skills to find a story instead. Sometimes his gift intruded on real life, the knowledge of Oishi's moonlighting as Super Seme, the knowledge of when a major disaster would strike town, the forewarning of danger to himself or people close to him… It was ridiculous that Fuji was the one lecturing him about keeping secrets. "I will tell him." Tezuka didn't sigh, such an action was unlike him.
"Good." Fuji smiled falsely at Tezuka. "He's not the type who deserves to be in the dark." Fuji turned to walk to the edge of the roof, and then paused. "Tezuka, I'm glad you're doing well… and you should know that Yukimura is planning a visit."
Tezuka watched Fuji dive off the side of the building, his wings catching a thermal and lifting him into the air. He waited until Fuji had drifted far enough off that he didn't have to worry about the other man hearing him. "I know."
--
Gakuto sullenly slumped on a park bench. Stupid Yuushi. STUPID YUUSHI! Throwing him over for Atobe? For Atobe! Everyone wanted Atobe, and he slept with anyone! He was some big, sparkly, meta whore! Oh, Atobe had never admitted to being a meta, but it was obvious if you knew what to look for. Atobe had all that unnatural charisma. No way was that real. You were practically a mindless slave when Atobe turned his attention onto you, actually, you didn't even need his attention, you just needed to know he was breathing near you and your mind was caught.
Caught!
Stupid, stupid, stupid Yuushi! Gakuto snarled and kicked an empty beer can away. It was that stupid Yuushi's fault he was out here getting drunk, and cold, instead of being cuddled up against Yuushi's side in bed. Yuushi was off schmoozing, pretending he hadn't spent years since the last inspection being a super villain. Well it was fun while it lasted, wasn't it? But now the honeymoon was over.
"Stupid Yuushi." Gakuto muttered.
Couples avoided Gakuto as they wandered through the park, the drunk being the only unpleasantness in their otherwise pleasant evening. Stupid, mindless masses! It was all that Super Seme's fault. He was the one to blame. He and that Tsubame and that Neko-chan. But mostly Super Seme, he had always foiled Yuushi's plots. If Yuushi had succeeded, then he wouldn't have to simper and scrape for that stupid Atobe. He could be running Seigakuopolis. "Stupid Seigaku-sheiga-skeig-stupid town." Gakuto let his head drop backwards and he stared up at the starry sky.
Maybe it was time to break the tights out again. He had not raised any real mayhem since curling up with Yuushi. Letting Moon Sault out on Seigakuopolis would be just what the stupid place deserved. Hmph. He was definitely going to kick some ass. Maybe some superhero ass too. That Neko-chan thought he was all that, but Gakuto knew his acrobatics were better, and he was faster, stronger, and everything that stupid pink wannabe was not.
He'd show him.
He'd show them all.
Pairing: Oshitari/Gakuto, Oishi/Eiji, Tezuka/Fuji (hints)
Fic Summary: Oishi is a mild mannered reporter in Seigakuopolis. Until he hears someone scream for help that is! Then he becomes Super seme!
Chapter Summary: Oishi is troubled by the inability to catch the sniper, and Tezuka and Fuji finally talk.
Previous Chapters: one & two, three, four.
Oishi couldn't just transform into Super Seme while Tezuka watched. His secret identity! He had already had it revealed to Eiji, who was a super hero, and Fuji had already seemed to know, and it was entirely possible that Atobe knew as well. Tezuka was Oishi's friend though, and the newspaper had covered several 'Super Seme' stories. Would Tezuka's journalistic principles mean he had to reveal who Oishi really was?
"Oishi." Tezuka pushed Oishi off of him. "You should try to catch the shooter."
Oishi blinked in confusion at Tezuka. "I'm a-" Just a reporter? I don't know what you're talking about? What was Tezuka talking about. He couldn't possibly…
Tezuka stared seriously at Oishi. "I've always known, Super Seme."
Oishi gasped, shocked. Tezuka had always known?! Was that why he didn't seem to mind when Oishi missed out on major articles because he was taking part in them? Or minded that Oishi didn't always show up for work because of superheroic emergencies? …actually, now that Oishi thought about it, it had kind of been obvious that Tezuka had known. No other boss would let you get away with all of that. But still, how had Tezuka known?
Another clicking sound, fired by a gunshot. Oishi grabbed Tezuka and flew them off, up and up, and up, he dropped Tezuka off on top of the man's apartment building. "Can you get in from the roof?" Oishi asked, fully aware he was hovering in his civvies.
"I will handle it." Tezuka nodded decisively. "Don't be careless."
Oishi smiled, same old Tezuka, and headed off. "I won't."
Oishi had been tracking the sounds of the shooter. Click, click, the sounds of the gun being packed away, and footsteps, just like that other time. Surely this time he would catch the would-be assassin.
Oishi had reached the building the man had been firing from, a business building, across from the Daily Gaku. There was a snipers nest on the roof, and Oishi cursed himself. He should have flown up there before dropping Tezuka off… but no, getting Tezuka to safety had taken precedence. Flying through the open stairwells Oishi kept listening to the tap, tap, tap, of the shooter's feet. The sound of his footsteps kept getting farther and father away, and Oishi couldn't understand how. The man could not possibly walk faster than Oishi could fly! Oishi had raced The Naniwa Speedstar, the fastest man alive, and nearly won.
Coming to the basement Oishi halted. The steps were muffled still, but they had to be behind this door, Oishi opened the door up…
And sucked in his breath at what he saw. A man stood highlighted by a pulsating purple portal, the purple and white swirling toward the center in a way that made Oishi dizzy. The man looked over his shoulder, smirked at Oishi, and stepped into the portal, getting smaller and smaller until he and the portal disappeared. It was at the point that the portal disappeared that the explosion happened, and Oishi barely had time to release his freeze breath on the heat and flames. The impact of the explosion, created by the portal collapsing, still sent Oishi flying backwards into the basement door, slamming into it and the wall beyond. The structural integrity of the building buckled, but held.
Oishi let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't caught the shooter, but at least another building hadn't come down. He also had a pretty good idea about how the shooter disappeared now. It looked a lot like the trans-dimensional portals he had seen Dr. Inui demonstrate when he guest lectured at the university. Inui was a little weird, almost a mad scientist, but saved from such a disagreeable fate by his habit of doing more right than wrong. He had a younger man who followed him around hissing, and more often than not stopping him from performing the experiments that went a little too close to crossing the line between 'scientific inquiry' and 'really, really wrong'.
"I'll just have to call him up." Oishi decided, climbing the stairs up to the rooftop and flying off. Unconsciously Oishi found himself flying towards Eiji and Fuji's apartment. Circling the building Oishi felt… well, surprised with himself. He had been spending a lot of time with Eiji lately. A lot of time doing THAT sort of thing. Maybe, maybe he should just go home to his apartment. Eiji was probably tired and they both had work tomorrow… Oishi landed on the balcony to Eiji's bedroom and rapped on the door. The window shades had been shut, but the light was on, and Oishi could hear Eiji's heartbeat and breathing.
Eiji flung the balcony doors open and smiled at Oishi. "Oishi!" Eiji then flung himself into Oishi's arms, hugging Oishi tightly. "Nya, didn't we just say goodbye! You should have said you were coming over. I'd have made you dinner!" Eiji nuzzled at Oishi's chest, totally causing Oishi to forget about anything other than the warmth and comfort (and arousal) he felt in Eiji's presence.
Eiji propped his chin up on Oishi's chest and looked up happily into Oishi's eyes. Their blissful moment lasted a full five seconds before Fuji coughed, breaking the two of them apart. Oishi blushed and looked at his feet. He felt like a highschooler interrupted before he could steal the first kiss. Even though he and Eiji had done a lot more than that. Oishi blushed more thinking about it.
"Nya! Fujiko, why're you in costume again?" Eiji easily bounded across the room, and Oishi stepped inside Eiji's room, his feet singing into the carpet. He noticed that the bed was freshly made, and that the entire room smelled like Eiji.
Also, Fuji was definitely wearing his skintight Tsubame costume.
"I've got some late night work." Fuji patted Eiji's shoulder and walked past him. "Plus, I thought I should give the two of you some time alone." Fuji winked at Oishi, and stepped out onto the balcony. "Don't break the bed."
Oishi felt like his face was on fire. He had never felt this embarrassed before, not even when his heat vision had activated and he'd burned holes through several of his suits. "Ah, Fu-Tsubame." Oishi caught himself. Superhero names before real ones, especially when you were in costume. Fuji turned to smile blankly at Oishi. "Be careful, the shooter from earlier is still out there. He took a crack at my boss and I earlier."
"Nya?" Eiji bounced over and propped his chin up on Oishi's shoulder, his arms easily encircling Oishi's waist. Oishi dropped his hands on top of Eiji's and twined their fingers together. He felt like a newly wed. "Tezuka? Is he alright?"
"He's fine." Oishi turned around to face Eiji, Eiji's hands easily dropping to the top of his ass. Oishi blushed and returned the hug. "I dropped him off at his apartment. I don't think the shooter will go there." Though Oishi had no idea why the shooter was after Tezuka anyway, or if he was after Tezuka at all. "He vanished using some sort of portal. If I remember correctly trans-dimensional portals can only be used for transport by metas, and even then it might destabilize their existence." Oishi was doing his best to dredge up all the memories of Inui's lecture. Looking over his shoulder he noticed Fuji was gone.
"We should close the doors." Eiji murmured into Oishi's ear, nuzzling him. "Nya, think we'll have a distress call soon?"
Oishi shivered. "I think we might have a little time to ourselves." Breathing an icy blast at the doors Oishi managed to get them to swing shut without moving away from Eiji.
"Brr!" Eiji shivered against Oishi, clinging tighter. "Nya, Oishi, now I'm cold!"
Oishi flushed, and looked into Eiji's mischievous eyes. "I could warm you up?"
Eiji tackled Oishi onto the floor, his fingers making fast work of Oishi's suit buttons.
--
Tezuka was waiting on the roof when Fuji landed. It had been years since Tezuka had watched Fuji fly through the skies. Fuji always looked as much a part of the sky as birds or stars; you would never know that he was one of a dying breed. Fuji folded his wings behind him when he landed on the roof, his smile and blue eyes were visible despite the mask. It was strange, but Fuji even seemed a part of Seigakuopolis' backdrop, just as much as Super Seme always had. "You know," Fuji started, just like Tezuka had known he would, "It's not really safe for you to be out in the open when you have a sniper after you."
"I would have seen him coming." Tezuka did not need to do anything so showy as tapping at the side of his glasses, though he was aware that his lenses had probably flashed. "You know that."
Fuji nodded, and walked lightly across the roof. Tezuka almost doubted Fuji's feet were even touching the ground. "Did you see the first attack then, and let Oishi think he was saving you?"
Tezuka had seen the first attack while in the office, it was one of the reasons he was loathe to step outside. In order to allay Oishi's fears he had even needed to let the man know that Tezuka already knew about his secret identity. Tezuka had hoped to keep such a secret to himself for a while longer. It made him feel less uncomfortable about not revealing his own secret identity to Oishi. "Ah."
Fuji was almost close enough to touch now, a luxury Tezuka had denied himself years ago. "Did you know about the other attack then?"
Tezuka waited a beat, staring into Fuji's serious eyes. He should have known Fuji would eventually confront him about the matter. They had both done a remarkable job of ignoring the other, despite being in the same city for the first time in half a decade. Ever since Tezuka had left The En, and left Atobe, Eiji, and Fuji behind he had been careful not to miss what he had given up. Instead he had focused on what he had avoided. Becoming another cog in Atobe's network of superheroes was never anything Tezuka had wanted a part of. "I knew you would stop it."
Fuji flexed his wings out behind him. "Atobe was injured."
"But not killed." Tezuka countered.
"He could have been." Fuji snapped, his wings snapping shut behind him as well. Tezuka nodded slightly. He had sent Eiji and Oishi to the sight just in case, but he had not warned the two of the danger. All because he was still protecting himself from the past. Eiji did not know of his former identity, or his power, Fuji had kept that from him, and so had Atobe. "You were always a proponent of being honest, Tezuka, what changed?"
Tezuka looked over Fuji's head at Seigakuopolis' open starry skies. So different from the towering skyscrapers of Hyotei Capital. Since coming to Seigakuopolis Tezuka had found himself wanting to leave his former life farther and farther behind him. He had tapped into his gift less and less, wishing to distance himself, and use real reporting skills to find a story instead. Sometimes his gift intruded on real life, the knowledge of Oishi's moonlighting as Super Seme, the knowledge of when a major disaster would strike town, the forewarning of danger to himself or people close to him… It was ridiculous that Fuji was the one lecturing him about keeping secrets. "I will tell him." Tezuka didn't sigh, such an action was unlike him.
"Good." Fuji smiled falsely at Tezuka. "He's not the type who deserves to be in the dark." Fuji turned to walk to the edge of the roof, and then paused. "Tezuka, I'm glad you're doing well… and you should know that Yukimura is planning a visit."
Tezuka watched Fuji dive off the side of the building, his wings catching a thermal and lifting him into the air. He waited until Fuji had drifted far enough off that he didn't have to worry about the other man hearing him. "I know."
--
Gakuto sullenly slumped on a park bench. Stupid Yuushi. STUPID YUUSHI! Throwing him over for Atobe? For Atobe! Everyone wanted Atobe, and he slept with anyone! He was some big, sparkly, meta whore! Oh, Atobe had never admitted to being a meta, but it was obvious if you knew what to look for. Atobe had all that unnatural charisma. No way was that real. You were practically a mindless slave when Atobe turned his attention onto you, actually, you didn't even need his attention, you just needed to know he was breathing near you and your mind was caught.
Caught!
Stupid, stupid, stupid Yuushi! Gakuto snarled and kicked an empty beer can away. It was that stupid Yuushi's fault he was out here getting drunk, and cold, instead of being cuddled up against Yuushi's side in bed. Yuushi was off schmoozing, pretending he hadn't spent years since the last inspection being a super villain. Well it was fun while it lasted, wasn't it? But now the honeymoon was over.
"Stupid Yuushi." Gakuto muttered.
Couples avoided Gakuto as they wandered through the park, the drunk being the only unpleasantness in their otherwise pleasant evening. Stupid, mindless masses! It was all that Super Seme's fault. He was the one to blame. He and that Tsubame and that Neko-chan. But mostly Super Seme, he had always foiled Yuushi's plots. If Yuushi had succeeded, then he wouldn't have to simper and scrape for that stupid Atobe. He could be running Seigakuopolis. "Stupid Seigaku-sheiga-skeig-stupid town." Gakuto let his head drop backwards and he stared up at the starry sky.
Maybe it was time to break the tights out again. He had not raised any real mayhem since curling up with Yuushi. Letting Moon Sault out on Seigakuopolis would be just what the stupid place deserved. Hmph. He was definitely going to kick some ass. Maybe some superhero ass too. That Neko-chan thought he was all that, but Gakuto knew his acrobatics were better, and he was faster, stronger, and everything that stupid pink wannabe was not.
He'd show him.
He'd show them all.