Eye for an Eye : Chapter Seven
Title: Eye for an Eye
Author: Osoimaru
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: M/NC-17
Warnings: Handjob, Blowjob. Swearing etc.
Fandom/Paring: YYH/KuronueYouko
A/N: Keeping Karasu’s pimp hand strong, vote for Karasu 2008!
Song to listen to while reading: "Breaking the Waves" - Darkly Basic vs. DJ Pascal Lacroix
Summary: Youko lost it all. His family, his home, what little money he did have, his will to do anything, most of all he lost the feeling of being alive. What hope does the cities most famous raver have if he can’t even honestly say that he wants to continue on in simply living?
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Ch7
Seeking
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Passion is the lifeblood of the drifter.
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I forgot to close the blinds.
I always hated being woken up by the sun, it didn’t have to be in my eyes, but it always seemed worse when it ricocheted off the white walls of my bedroom and made it glow as if there was a divine presence nearby. I never saw the sun much, by nature I was a night owl, I preferred the bright confines of a club or the industrial lights of an open field and sky reaching sound systems.
Unlike the morning before, I found I woke up somehow more at peace. It was easier to stay awake when there was an obvious presence beside you, and an arm draped over your back.
I opened my eyes and Kuronue was still there, still with me. I couldn’t tell if he was awake or not because he was lying on his back and his head was turned away from me, his breathing was slow and I could barely see his chest move with every breath. I wondered if I was cutting of the circulation to his arm, the awkward way in which we had slept left me half on his shoulder on top of one of his arms, which seemed to have wrapped itself around me to rest on my lower back.
I sighed and let my head fall back to the mattress, closing my eyes in thought.
While everything seemed fine and dandy, I couldn’t live on the dole forever. I had to get a job soon, the only experience I had was promoting clubs, doing photo shoots and whoring myself out. I was determined to never do the latter again, no matter how desperate I was.
A thought occurred to me, but I shot it down immediately. Kuronue had an interesting job, but it just wasn’t me. Exhibitionism of gore and gore in general may have been interesting on some levels but I just wasn’t fond of it. I will never know why, even now.
I had to get out and have a look around, it wasn’t like I did anything but sleep during the day anyway. A bit of extra money would have been good too.
The hand on my back shifted and I felt Kuronue jolt awake suddenly, I opened my eyes and watched him rearrange himself into a more comfortable position, slipping his arm and shoulder from out from underneath me. Realizing I was awake he smiled sleepily at me and pulled me over to my side without a word so that we were both on our side facing the window and he returned his hand around me, only this time to rest his hand on my collar bone. He trapped one of my arms beneath his arm and my other sprawled, useless before me.
He breathed a sigh into my ear and I smiled at our closeness, his chest against my back and his hips almost touching my ass, our legs tangled together. The touch of flesh on flesh had always been an addictive and sensual thing, as it should have been. The smallest touch to a person could bring about the most pleasurable feelings that left people reeling is pure elation, it amused me too no end that something so small could cause a reaction so big, I delighted in testing it.
Damn…I couldn’t go day without getting a hard on when I’m around him could I?
“I like waking up like this…” He murmured into my neck, voice sleepy and distant.
I hummed in response and shifted a bit until I was a little more comfortable. “Are you sore?”
“Nothing I can’t handle, I’ve had worse.” My eyes snapped open at that and I felt and brief wave of anger flood through me, but as soon as it came it was gone, leaving me to wonder if I really did like Kuronue that much. Kuronue, oblivious to my musings, began to pull my hair from my neck to place small kisses at it, sending shivers through out me that ended up in my cock.
“Don’t.” I complained half heartedly. “I want to sleep.”
He chuckled and slid an arm underneath my waist and his fingers stoked my abdomen lightly. “I haven’t had a chance to watch you cum yet.”
I was still moody after being woken up so early, and decided to ignore the desire in his voice. “Kuronue, can’t you- nggh…”
“Liar, you’re hard as a rock.” He stoked my cock again, harder this time, and my breath hitched.
“I didn’t get to hear you last night.” He said, fisting my cock and pumping far too slow, tormenting me without shame.
“You were too busy screaming as I fucked you.” I breathed and moaned, my mind reeling, as he slid a finger across the slit of my cock and pumped down harshly.
“Yeah…” He licked at my neck as he traced the muscles and veins under my skin. with his fingers, sliding up and down my neck as it if it were my cock. “But you’re so good at it, Ku-ra-ma. How can I not help scream in ecstasy as your cock fucks my ass.”
“Ah!” Oh, fuck. His silky words were better than his hand, the pure heat of them pushing me to take control and fuck the life out of him, only I couldn’t, because the arm he held around my neck still imprisoned my arm and my other wouldn’t be able to get the leverage. I moaned in pleasurable agony instead and clenched at the sheets as he fucked me with his hand and whispered dirty things into my ear.
“Do you like it?” He asked, slowing down again to an almost painfully slow pace and nipping at my jaw gently.
“Hmmm…Gods yes…aa…”
“It’s good isn’t it?” I could only let out a small mewl in response, too far lost in my need to create a proper response worth any sense.
He pulled himself up and leaned over to kiss me as he continued to tease my cock, not really stroking hard enough to give me any real pleasure but enough to have me tremble and ache. I kept loosing concentration and couldn’t keep my mind on our mouths and our tongues and kept slipping back into the pool of euphoria, gasping and moaning into his mouth.
Eventually he pulled away and bit my lip as he granted me a few hard pumps before slowing down again and tearing a frustrated groan from me.
“Answer me and I’ll make you cum.” He bargained huskily into my ear and his fingers slipped from my cock to play with my balls instead, forcing me to press my face into the mattress and moan loudly.
“Yes, it’s good, it’s fucking great- aa! …Now put your hand back around my cock and make me cum!”
He licked at my ear playfully and I felt his lips twist into a grin. “Yes master.”
I almost screamed as he did as he was told, but did it with so much skill and utter drugging euphoria that seemed to wash throughout my body and force all my muscles tight in bliss. I moaned and shivered, trembling at the edge for too long. Knowing Kuronue, he was doing it on purpose just so he could watch the expressions on my face and hear the sounds I made for him.
The world exploded and for a while, the only thing I knew was unreserved and absolute ecstasy, sounds and sights lost to me I cried out and closed my eyes tightly. He grinned as I came, and slipped his hand from out under me to lick my cum from his fingers with a coy expression. On my back I watched him and slid my eyes down his chest to his waist and finally to his cock, standing proudly and eager to be touched.
He smirked down at me. “Now that wasn’t too bad was it?”
I gazed at him dryly. “Did you call me master?”
He tilted his head to the side and lent back on his knees, ignoring the sheet that coiled itself around him, but left his cock visible for all -meaning me, forever only me- to see. “You don’t like it?”
Do you like it?
It’s good isn’t it?
I took a deep breath and sat up, placing a hand on his chest and turned him to me for a passionate kiss. “I don’t mind it.” I said and gazed into his eyes lazily, sated in the finest way.
Blue eyes stared into my own for a while before he leant forward again and kissed me teasingly, playfully. I smiled at him when he pulled away and maneuvered myself until I was in front of him and let my hand trail down towards his cock.
“You have to work today don’t you?” I asked, shifting myself out of the hold of the thin sheet that was used to flimsily cover us in our sleep and kneeled before him, my fingers trailing up and back on his cock.
His eyelids grew heavy and his head tilted back slightly, his mouth opening in pleasure. “Yes…but not for a while…we have enough time.”
“Wonderful.” I proclaimed gleefully and pushed him back onto the bed with a hand on his shoulder as I spread and crawled between his legs erotically.
I wasn’t so cruel that I would fuck him again so soon when he had such an active job, but I could think of something else just as good. Placing my hands either side of his waist I kissed his abdomen, and licked at his muscles as they twitched under my lips. One of his hands buried themselves in my hair, and I moaned as he gently pushed me down, guiding me.
I kept my eyes on him as I licked up his length, tasting him for the first time again. I listened to his moans as I licked over the slit at the head of his cock, and hummed gently as I swallowed him as best I could, delighting in his unashamed cries of pure pleasure as I ran my tongue up and down his cock. His hand in my hair threatened to push me down further, but only rested there ominously. I closed my eyes and sucked as hard as I could, swallowing around the head of his cock and taking as much of him into my mouth as I could without going into a gagging fit.
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We cleaned ourselves up and had a shower together before we parted ways for the day, he told me he’d come by my apartment once he’d finished his afternoon show and ran some errands, we’d decide what we wanted to do that night when we got there.
I went out onto the streets, dressed to impress - or terrify, I wasn’t particularly picky- and looked around for some clubs or other interesting places that I could work. A dancer would definitely be a good job, I loved it and it got me into clubs for free, but I seriously lacked glow stick skills and wasn’t sure if people hired dancers any more unless it was a special event or some sort of circus.
I went into a couple of CD and record shops, walked around the city for a bit and eventually gave up and ended up back at the café across from Elevator again, sitting at the table I usually took up glaring at the black and white sign and neon colored posters stuck to it’s walls.
I knew looking in the newspaper would be a waste of time because it was all desk jobs and I most certainly was not the type to be confined to a desk counting numbers and typing on a computer all day long. I had no problems with people so long as they weren’t idiots and didn’t mind doing whatever I had to do to get a job. That used to include sex on the side but that was gone now, secretly I missed having the extra option but discarded the thought and told myself that that time was over.
I’d gotten over drugs with the help of Kuronue and Botan - who still checked up on me ever now and again, calling me at stupid times and telling me that I needed to get a mobile phone instead of relying on my house phone all the time- and I was grateful for the fact that Itsuki hadn’t sent me to jail for attacking his friend.
I couldn’t play any instruments, I refused to go back to school, I had no connections that respected me anymore and I was virtually afraid to face my old friends. I was creative, yes, and I did enjoy nature and religion. Nature more so than anything, specifically creeping vines and flowers. I had always known my herbs well enough to know the poisonous ones and most fragrant flora. I had my mother to thank for that.
“Do you want anything this time or should I just not bother asking anymore?” A deep and familiar, by now, voice asked dryly.
Lifting my head from my hands I stared at the waiter and shook my head. “No… oh wait, there is something you could do for me…”
About to turn away he paused and turned back to me, still looking bored and like he had better things to do than talk to the guy that showed up at random intervals and took up a whole table to himself just to stare at the nightclub across the street. “If you want my phone number, get lost.”
I clicked my tongue and returned his look to him, bristling a little. He always managed to get under my skin, I don’t know if this was how he treated all of his customers or if he just didn’t like me, but I found it irritating. “I was wondering if you knew anywhere I could get a job.”
He stared at me like I was stupid, then gestured at me with his tray. “You’re asking a guy who works at a café, if he knows a good place to work.”
Well, obviously he didn’t enjoy his job.
“You’re my last hope, I can’t go back there yet.” I gestured to Elevator and turned back to him.
He crossed his arms and looked like he was actually thinking for a bit. Then he closed his eyes and frowned angrily, his voice still broadcasting his lack of interest in everything I had to say. “Go ask someone who actually knows that sort of stuff.”
“Look at me, tell me you think that they will honestly know where to find the sort of job I’m looking for. All the agencies have are desk jobs and manual labor. I have a… friend with his foot in the door of show business and I’m stuck on the dole because I fucked too many people and assaulted too many guys trying to hit on me. If you have any suggestions, any at all, my ears are open.” He actually looked like he was listening now, ‘assaulted’ seemed to have been the magic word, because when I said it his eyes seemed to loose their glazed over touch and seemed more watchful.
He considered me with deep brown fiery eyes and made an annoyed gesture before he spoke again. “Are you creative?”
I nodded. “A little.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “My other boss is looking for recruits, she runs an underground magazine. Talk to Mukuro.”
He turned on his heel and left, muttering to himself.
I didn’t bother to get a phone number because somehow I knew that would push the limits of his good will just a little bit too far, I’d heard of Mukuro before and had a pretty good idea of what magazine he was talking about. I called out my thanks instead. “Thank you Hiei.”
I got a one fingered salute in return.
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As soon as Hiei left to actually do his job I ran to the post office and borrowed a phonebook. Found the number of the magazine, then searched for a payphone to use and called Mukuro.
I talked to her for a while, then eventually had to explain that I only had a few cent’s left on the phone call and she asked me to go and see her in a few days, then gave me her address and said that we could talk about things in detail then. She was surprised when I told her that I got her name off Hiei and immediately seemed to regard me in a higher light, which I though was weird, and wondered what sort of relationship the waiter with the stick up his ass had with her.
I hung up the phone and fought to not smile, even if I was wearing a mask that covered 60% of my face, and walked away from the payphone in better spirits. Depending on what sort of a job she wanted me to do I didn’t know if I would agree to working with her, but then told myself that I shouldn’t be so picky about things.
A chuckle escaped me without permission and I decided that I didn’t really care if I smirked to myself or not.
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The feeling disappeared once I got home and opened the door to a knock after spending a while lazing around doing nothing particularly interesting, bored really.
It was Karasu.
Holding onto the door with a tight grip I glared at him. “Karasu.” I greeted and didn’t meet his violet eyes.
I could tell he was smirking at me behind his mask, and told myself that I couldn’t punch him again without a good reason. Although I did wonder how he found me, seem as Kuronue hadn’t known himself until-
Was Karasu still doing the magic show with Kuronue still? Or had they ended that too? Where was Kuronue?
“Youko…” I watched him leer at me, my nervousness mixing with rage as he said nothing more, only devoured me with his eyes instead. Saying nothing but making his intentions known without having to speak.
I went to slam the door but quicker than I had ever seen anyone move in my life, and I had seen a lot of fast people, his hand shot between the door and the frame and pushed the door open again, forcing his way into my apartment.
“Don’t do that, Youko. Terror suits you better.” He closed the door with his foot and leered at me still, as if he where a hungry hawk and I the innocent prey sent to the slaughter.
“Get out.” I ordered, furious. Warily I took a step away from him while glaring.
He only took a step forward. “Can’t we just spend some time together, hmm? It won’t take long.”
I was too angry to show my fright at those words, and my eyes widened and fists clenched, aware of the closing space between us and the wall behind me. Aware of him most of all, and he way he seemed to look like he hadn’t just subtly mentioned he wanted to murder me in cold blood. “You’re insane.”
“Really?” He had the audacity to look mildly surprised. “I thought I was doing the world a favor. All beautiful things eventually rot, Youko. I’m only preserving them.”
I clenched my teeth. “They’ll only rot prematurely if you kill them.”
He paused in his advance and opened his hands in a welcoming gesture, as if accepting the thought, looking pensive for a moment and then glaring at me evilly and advancing again. “Ah, yes. But my way they never have to grow old.”
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