FIC: KHR, "Lussuria and His Living Dead Boy"
Title: Lussuria and His Living Dead Boy, or The Gift That Keeps on Giving
Series: KHR
Pairing: Lussuria/Daisy
Words: 1,234
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: would-be necrophilia, violence, and Lussuria's FABULOUS-ness.
Summary: Based off a kink meme prompt which I am too lazy to look up right now, wherein Lussuria meets his perfect match- Daisy, the Living Dead Boy.
Notes: This was actually posted once before in my journal, but I screwed it up and had to re-post /retard. I think I fixed it this time, though. All characters property of Akira Amano.
Lussuria sighed, and nudged the boy’s face with his boot. He was quite lovely, in his own way. Spread out on the ground, just bruised enough, long hair framing his face; he was sweet, if a bit frail. It had been a disappointingly short fight, but at least the boy hadn’t been afraid to take a hit. In fact, it had been positively refreshing, the way he leaned into the blows; eyes alight when Lussuria had gotten vicious.
“It’s a pity,” he said, leaning over to peer into the boy’s face, “that you’re not really my type~” He sighed again, crouching, and absentmindedly stroked the boy’s chest. His skin was soft, and still the faintest bit warm. His muscles were…surprisingly developed. Lussuria hummed, and slid his hand further down.
“My, my,” he cooed, “what lovely abs you have!~” While it was true that Lussuria loved nothing more than a hard body (hard as in muscular, mind you, not that advanced rigor mortis and decay kind of hard, which was quite unpleasant to his delicate sense of smell), he also preferred his toys to be rather, well…large. To pit it bluntly, he liked them big, strong, and dead. And while this boy, who had fought well despite his quick defeat, certainly had strong and dead down, he was a bit slender for Lussuria’s tastes. Lussuria bit his lip, and squeezed the darling boy’s biceps.
It was truly a pity.
He so rarely got to indulge in his pleasures.
But he should call Squalo, and tell him the mission had been completed, and then perhaps make a terribly vulgar come-on or two, before his oh so adorably hot-headed commander screeched at him and hung up the phone. Yes. That was a good plan. And after that he could go back to the Varia mansion, and lay down in his luxurious, tastefully decorated room. And then maybe he could watch a movie, or work out, or look at pictures of the Vongola Sun Guardian, or…
Lussuria snorted. To hell with that. He was nothing if not willing to try new things.
“Today’s your lucky day!” he cried, tugging the remainder of his new playmate’s clothing off. “You’re so lovely I just can’t resist.” He laughed, and stroked the boy’s face, before pulling off his own tank top. It was a bad idea, of course, to do this so close to the scene of their fight, even if they were miles away from the nearest town. It was unlikely that his little opponent had been alone, and Lussuria had radioed Levi his coordinates not half an hour ago. Still. There was something absolutely intoxicating about fighting and fucking in the same place; it made one blend seamlessly into the other. Not that Lussuria had ever been inclined to make much of a distinction in the first place, but it was nice to get right down to business.
He slid two fingers into his mouth, and parted the boy’s thighs. The muscles were loose enough, probably, but it would be rude to rush this sort of thing. “What a lovely corpse you make,” he said, breathing quicker. “Death really suits you~” He slid one finger in, then the other, scissoring them not out of consideration for his partner, but simply to enjoy watching the body underneath him rock in tandem. He cooed, and pressed himself against the boy’s thigh. Few corpses seemed this…responsive. His lovely partner was veritably pushing back against his fingers, and the bruises Lussuria had strewn his face with gave him the sweetest of blushes.
“That’s enough of that~” Lussuria’s voice was ragged when he pulled out his fingers, and he was rather embarrassed to note that it took several tries to unzip his pants. “I’m a bit too excited, I suppose, but you’ll never tell, will you?” He pressed a kiss over the boy’s stilled heart and finally managed to pull one leg out of his pants, before kicking them off entirely. They were very fashionable, his newest and most favorite (not to mention expensive) purchase, but at this point Lussuria would have cheerfully set them on fire if it meant getting naked faster. He stroked himself, hands rough and impatient, and slid into the boy underneath him.
Oh. Oh. It was tight, and far warmer than it had any right to be, but…good. Better than good. Fucking fantastic. Fabulous, even. Lussuria moaned, high and keening, and tried to stop himself from simply ramming into the boy’s body. It had been so long since he’d found someone quite so…engaging.
He eased out, slow, nipping at a particularly lovely bruise he’d left over the boy’s shoulder. It would be so very easy to just thrust, thrust, thrust like some sort of drunken idiot, but that was really just too tasteless. It would be demeaning, a veritable slap in the face, not only to this oh so charming new friend he’d made, but also, and more importantly, to Lussuria’s sense of duty as a lover. What kind of man would simply take their pleasure and run? No, Lussuria was a consummate gentleman, dedicated to both the joy and experience of love. He always took his time, moving slow like this, at first, then a bit faster, whispering what a lovely boy you are, so strong~. Compliments were, of course, very important, for who could look upon beauty and not praise it? A little extravagance was all right, a slight overstatement of fact, if it meant that he was enjoying the moment. And Lussuria most certainly was.
“Mmm~” he groaned, pace just short of frantic. “Such an exquisite body you’ve got, t-those muscles, a-and mmnaaah!” Lussuria’s control broke, and he thrust, hard, vicious, slamming the boy into the rocks and dirt, wailing. It was perfect, too good even, this corpse so responsive it practically fucked him back. Lussuria thrust one last time, yanking the boy’s hips flush against his own, before spilling thickly inside of him and collapsing, spent.
“Oh, dear,” he panted, “That was quite the workout. I’ll admit I didn’t expect much from you, but you’ve proven me quite wrong. It’s a pity corpses don’t keep, or I could really show you a thing or two~” He stroked the boy’s reddened face and made to pull out, when a hand clamped onto his arm and Lussuria realized that something was very, very wrong.
“Hey,” a breathy voice said next to his ear. “You’re not stopping now, are you?” Lussuria looked up, slowly, face slack with a vague sort of horror. His lovely corpse rolled its hips up, gesturing, and even underneath the panic and knee-jerk revulsion Lussuria noticed that the boy looked quite nice like that, all panting and cloudy-eyed with lust. “I’m not done yet, you know.” He gave a small, encouraging smile and leaned in to press a kiss to Lussuria’s temple, and that was the last straw. Lussuria had very specific tastes, aesthetic ideals that absolutely must be adhered to, and this boy…corpse…thing was trampling all over them with his sudden livelihood. “My name’s Daisy, by the way,” the corpse-thing said.
Lussuria shrieked, and began to throttle him. Daisy smiled.
OMAKE
When Lussuria had come home dragging yet another corpse behind him, Squalo had not been particularly surprised. Disgusted, as usual, but not surprised.
That was, until the damn thing had come strolling out of Lussuria’s rooms and asked where the kitchen was.
Series: KHR
Pairing: Lussuria/Daisy
Words: 1,234
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: would-be necrophilia, violence, and Lussuria's FABULOUS-ness.
Summary: Based off a kink meme prompt which I am too lazy to look up right now, wherein Lussuria meets his perfect match- Daisy, the Living Dead Boy.
Notes: This was actually posted once before in my journal, but I screwed it up and had to re-post /retard. I think I fixed it this time, though. All characters property of Akira Amano.
Lussuria sighed, and nudged the boy’s face with his boot. He was quite lovely, in his own way. Spread out on the ground, just bruised enough, long hair framing his face; he was sweet, if a bit frail. It had been a disappointingly short fight, but at least the boy hadn’t been afraid to take a hit. In fact, it had been positively refreshing, the way he leaned into the blows; eyes alight when Lussuria had gotten vicious.
“It’s a pity,” he said, leaning over to peer into the boy’s face, “that you’re not really my type~” He sighed again, crouching, and absentmindedly stroked the boy’s chest. His skin was soft, and still the faintest bit warm. His muscles were…surprisingly developed. Lussuria hummed, and slid his hand further down.
“My, my,” he cooed, “what lovely abs you have!~” While it was true that Lussuria loved nothing more than a hard body (hard as in muscular, mind you, not that advanced rigor mortis and decay kind of hard, which was quite unpleasant to his delicate sense of smell), he also preferred his toys to be rather, well…large. To pit it bluntly, he liked them big, strong, and dead. And while this boy, who had fought well despite his quick defeat, certainly had strong and dead down, he was a bit slender for Lussuria’s tastes. Lussuria bit his lip, and squeezed the darling boy’s biceps.
It was truly a pity.
He so rarely got to indulge in his pleasures.
But he should call Squalo, and tell him the mission had been completed, and then perhaps make a terribly vulgar come-on or two, before his oh so adorably hot-headed commander screeched at him and hung up the phone. Yes. That was a good plan. And after that he could go back to the Varia mansion, and lay down in his luxurious, tastefully decorated room. And then maybe he could watch a movie, or work out, or look at pictures of the Vongola Sun Guardian, or…
Lussuria snorted. To hell with that. He was nothing if not willing to try new things.
“Today’s your lucky day!” he cried, tugging the remainder of his new playmate’s clothing off. “You’re so lovely I just can’t resist.” He laughed, and stroked the boy’s face, before pulling off his own tank top. It was a bad idea, of course, to do this so close to the scene of their fight, even if they were miles away from the nearest town. It was unlikely that his little opponent had been alone, and Lussuria had radioed Levi his coordinates not half an hour ago. Still. There was something absolutely intoxicating about fighting and fucking in the same place; it made one blend seamlessly into the other. Not that Lussuria had ever been inclined to make much of a distinction in the first place, but it was nice to get right down to business.
He slid two fingers into his mouth, and parted the boy’s thighs. The muscles were loose enough, probably, but it would be rude to rush this sort of thing. “What a lovely corpse you make,” he said, breathing quicker. “Death really suits you~” He slid one finger in, then the other, scissoring them not out of consideration for his partner, but simply to enjoy watching the body underneath him rock in tandem. He cooed, and pressed himself against the boy’s thigh. Few corpses seemed this…responsive. His lovely partner was veritably pushing back against his fingers, and the bruises Lussuria had strewn his face with gave him the sweetest of blushes.
“That’s enough of that~” Lussuria’s voice was ragged when he pulled out his fingers, and he was rather embarrassed to note that it took several tries to unzip his pants. “I’m a bit too excited, I suppose, but you’ll never tell, will you?” He pressed a kiss over the boy’s stilled heart and finally managed to pull one leg out of his pants, before kicking them off entirely. They were very fashionable, his newest and most favorite (not to mention expensive) purchase, but at this point Lussuria would have cheerfully set them on fire if it meant getting naked faster. He stroked himself, hands rough and impatient, and slid into the boy underneath him.
Oh. Oh. It was tight, and far warmer than it had any right to be, but…good. Better than good. Fucking fantastic. Fabulous, even. Lussuria moaned, high and keening, and tried to stop himself from simply ramming into the boy’s body. It had been so long since he’d found someone quite so…engaging.
He eased out, slow, nipping at a particularly lovely bruise he’d left over the boy’s shoulder. It would be so very easy to just thrust, thrust, thrust like some sort of drunken idiot, but that was really just too tasteless. It would be demeaning, a veritable slap in the face, not only to this oh so charming new friend he’d made, but also, and more importantly, to Lussuria’s sense of duty as a lover. What kind of man would simply take their pleasure and run? No, Lussuria was a consummate gentleman, dedicated to both the joy and experience of love. He always took his time, moving slow like this, at first, then a bit faster, whispering what a lovely boy you are, so strong~. Compliments were, of course, very important, for who could look upon beauty and not praise it? A little extravagance was all right, a slight overstatement of fact, if it meant that he was enjoying the moment. And Lussuria most certainly was.
“Mmm~” he groaned, pace just short of frantic. “Such an exquisite body you’ve got, t-those muscles, a-and mmnaaah!” Lussuria’s control broke, and he thrust, hard, vicious, slamming the boy into the rocks and dirt, wailing. It was perfect, too good even, this corpse so responsive it practically fucked him back. Lussuria thrust one last time, yanking the boy’s hips flush against his own, before spilling thickly inside of him and collapsing, spent.
“Oh, dear,” he panted, “That was quite the workout. I’ll admit I didn’t expect much from you, but you’ve proven me quite wrong. It’s a pity corpses don’t keep, or I could really show you a thing or two~” He stroked the boy’s reddened face and made to pull out, when a hand clamped onto his arm and Lussuria realized that something was very, very wrong.
“Hey,” a breathy voice said next to his ear. “You’re not stopping now, are you?” Lussuria looked up, slowly, face slack with a vague sort of horror. His lovely corpse rolled its hips up, gesturing, and even underneath the panic and knee-jerk revulsion Lussuria noticed that the boy looked quite nice like that, all panting and cloudy-eyed with lust. “I’m not done yet, you know.” He gave a small, encouraging smile and leaned in to press a kiss to Lussuria’s temple, and that was the last straw. Lussuria had very specific tastes, aesthetic ideals that absolutely must be adhered to, and this boy…corpse…thing was trampling all over them with his sudden livelihood. “My name’s Daisy, by the way,” the corpse-thing said.
Lussuria shrieked, and began to throttle him. Daisy smiled.
OMAKE
When Lussuria had come home dragging yet another corpse behind him, Squalo had not been particularly surprised. Disgusted, as usual, but not surprised.
That was, until the damn thing had come strolling out of Lussuria’s rooms and asked where the kitchen was.