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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Imposter
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mecha AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Beyond Flamenco
Rating: T
Length: 534
Summary:
The worst part of this mistake, Gotou realized as he lifted his head and saw the utterly shocked expression flicker across Masayoshi’s face, wasn’t that Masayoshi - this Masayoshi - was going to straight-up murder him, it was that he’d even been tired enough to allow this to happen in the first place.
Gotou woke up to an empty bunk, but that really wasn’t surprising anymore. He lay on his side, staring through the dim light at the empty space he had made for Masayoshi that was left unused. Gotou couldn’t even find it in himself to feel upset at this - this was just Masayoshi, throwing himself full-throttle into his new mission. He was just exhausted, and achingly lonely. Masayoshi would smile broadly when Gotou came to check on him, lean into his kisses, chatter excitedly through meals about upgrades and specifications and engine parts, and then vanish off to be among the other pilots.
He’d found Masayoshi sitting at the long table in the ready room this morning, chewing on a tablet pen and watching the vehicle logs from the most recent sortie. He would pause and back the recording up, then scribble notes and play a piece over again. He was so preoccupied that he hadn’t heard the bulkhead door open, and he didn’t notice Gotou standing over him until Gotou touched his shoulder lightly. Masayoshi turned his head up, surprised, and Gotou kissed him good morning.
When Masayoshi stiffened under him, eyes wide and terrified, Gotou remembered with a sudden, sick feeling that there were two Masayoshis on this ship.
He jumped back and this Masayoshi just stared at him, mouth a little open, before the all-too familiar shutters came slamming down and that shock turned into absolute fury. Standing back away he could see now the tail that thumped in anger under the table, and this Masayoshi opened his mouth to absolutely blast Gotou when the bulkhead door whisked open again and this time it was his Masayoshi, he didn’t even need to check.
Masayoshi was with one of the other pilots, a shorter, dark-haired man with glasses that reminded Gotou a little of Flamen Green - but now was not the time and before the other Masayoshi, could say anything Gotou darted forward and grabbed his Masayoshi by the wrist, yanking him back out of the ready room and into the hallway, letting the bulkhead doors whisk closed behind them and cutting off the imposter-Masayoshi’s angry yell before it could really get going.
“Gotou-sa-?” Masayoshi, his Masayoshi, sounded confused and put out and Gotou rounded on him, slamming him back into the curved wall of the cramped hallway and kissing him before he could make another noise of protest. Masayoshi’s body relaxed under his, his hand came up and tangled in Gotou’s hair as he reciprocated something a lot more passionate than a usual ‘good morning’ kiss.
Fuck, he was done with this craziness, he was ready to go home.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mecha AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Beyond Flamenco
Rating: T
Length: 534
Summary:
The worst part of this mistake, Gotou realized as he lifted his head and saw the utterly shocked expression flicker across Masayoshi’s face, wasn’t that Masayoshi - this Masayoshi - was going to straight-up murder him, it was that he’d even been tired enough to allow this to happen in the first place.
Gotou woke up to an empty bunk, but that really wasn’t surprising anymore. He lay on his side, staring through the dim light at the empty space he had made for Masayoshi that was left unused. Gotou couldn’t even find it in himself to feel upset at this - this was just Masayoshi, throwing himself full-throttle into his new mission. He was just exhausted, and achingly lonely. Masayoshi would smile broadly when Gotou came to check on him, lean into his kisses, chatter excitedly through meals about upgrades and specifications and engine parts, and then vanish off to be among the other pilots.
He’d found Masayoshi sitting at the long table in the ready room this morning, chewing on a tablet pen and watching the vehicle logs from the most recent sortie. He would pause and back the recording up, then scribble notes and play a piece over again. He was so preoccupied that he hadn’t heard the bulkhead door open, and he didn’t notice Gotou standing over him until Gotou touched his shoulder lightly. Masayoshi turned his head up, surprised, and Gotou kissed him good morning.
When Masayoshi stiffened under him, eyes wide and terrified, Gotou remembered with a sudden, sick feeling that there were two Masayoshis on this ship.
He jumped back and this Masayoshi just stared at him, mouth a little open, before the all-too familiar shutters came slamming down and that shock turned into absolute fury. Standing back away he could see now the tail that thumped in anger under the table, and this Masayoshi opened his mouth to absolutely blast Gotou when the bulkhead door whisked open again and this time it was his Masayoshi, he didn’t even need to check.
Masayoshi was with one of the other pilots, a shorter, dark-haired man with glasses that reminded Gotou a little of Flamen Green - but now was not the time and before the other Masayoshi, could say anything Gotou darted forward and grabbed his Masayoshi by the wrist, yanking him back out of the ready room and into the hallway, letting the bulkhead doors whisk closed behind them and cutting off the imposter-Masayoshi’s angry yell before it could really get going.
“Gotou-sa-?” Masayoshi, his Masayoshi, sounded confused and put out and Gotou rounded on him, slamming him back into the curved wall of the cramped hallway and kissing him before he could make another noise of protest. Masayoshi’s body relaxed under his, his hand came up and tangled in Gotou’s hair as he reciprocated something a lot more passionate than a usual ‘good morning’ kiss.
Fuck, he was done with this craziness, he was ready to go home.
