Yû Yû Hakusho - Bang Bang (he shot me down).
Title: Bang Bang (he shot me down).
Fandom: Yû Yû Hakusho.
Warnings: Mindfuck, rough sex, violence.
Characters/couples: Itsuki/Sensui.
Summary: Shinobu is quiet afterwards. Itsuki waits.
Rating: NC17.
Bang Bang (he shot me down).
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
"Bang Bang (My baby shot me down)", Nancy Sinatra.
Shinobu is quiet afterwards. Very quiet. He doesn't even answer when Itsuki tells him he should wash up before the blood dries. He's completely covered on it, as if he was a newborn, but that's a bad analogy. A deadborn, perhaps. An undead would be a better name for this, he thinks, for this silence, for the wide, frantic eyes of the young man in front of him.
Itsuki waits. He knows Koenma won't think about sending someone to see if something happened with Sensui's mission, not when Shinobu is the golden boy, the best Spirit Detective he has had. Itsuki wonders, idly, if Koenma will bend the rules for Shinobu after this.
He wonders what will this mean for the pure heart of Shinobu, now that he knows that the world isn't painted in black and white, now that he knows that humans can also be vicious and evil, just like demons.
It amuses him, a little, perhaps.
Shinobu is still looking at his tainted red hands. The blood has finally stopped dripping from them. Itsuki kneels besides him but doesn't touch him, not when Shinobu is this wired up. He just needs a proper trigger, he thinks. Just a little push and everything Shinobu has ever held dear will tumble down like cards.
Itsuki wonders if it wouldn't be the best for that to happen now. He also wonders if Shinobu would look the same he did when killing all those people. Frantic and savage, wild and beautiful, so different from the usual Shinobu that he had gotten hard for him, his arousal thick between his legs as he wondered how it'd be to be able to possess just a little of that power, to be taken by that strength and madness.
Just thinking of that makes his cock twitch, desire still warm as the blood spilled pooling at his groin.
“We should go,” he says, and when that doesn't have any reaction, he adds. “Other humans will come here soon.”
His hands twitch. Itsuki smiles and leans forward, smelling the blood and other fluids stuck to Shinobu's body. He's so very warm this close, and he doesn't stop his sudden urge to lick at his ear, just a little.
“More humans,” he lets the syllables roll from his mouth slowly. This close, he almost tastes the shudder that runs down Shinobu's body, the way his blood-stained hands twitch again. “They'll be disgusted, won't they? Some of them will be sick, looking at all this blood,at the corpses... they'll pretend they don't know how this could happen.”
Another shudder. Shinobu's voice sounds rough and upset. Wounded, perhaps.
“... shut up.”
Itsuki doesn't.
“They'll say that you're sick,” he whispers again, moving one of his hands to touch his cock through the clothes, slowly. “Sick because you killed them. It won't matter to them, that these people were bad. The people that will come here probably will be as bad as them, as sick as them.”
“Shut up.” More strength in his voice now, but it sounded different from usual. Itsuki bit at his ear again, trying to see what kind of person Sensui would come out after murder. He pressed closer to him.
“There are more people like this,” he murmurs, keeping his voice steady despite how he's stroking his cock. He smiles, nuzzling against Shinobu's neck despite the dried blood. “People who kill and betray and who think other's life is nothing but a game. Remember how they begged? Most people will beg like that. They'd offer you money and power and anything they could think you may want, just to save their li-”
One of Shinobu's hands move fast against him, clenching around his throat. Itsuki stops stroking his cock and instead holds unto Shinobu's wrist tightly, keeping his face calm. It's okay if Shinobu kills him, he thinks. He has been ready to die since that day years ago when the young detective captured him.
He smiles. What would Koenma think of his detective like this?
“I said,” Shinobu says, but it's not his voice and it's not completely his face. His eyes have darkened, the lines of his face shifted, they've become almost vulgar. His hand is still holding tight to his throat. “Shut. Up.”
Itsuki moves then, wrenches himself free of not-Shinobu's hand and pushes him to the floor, hands holding tightly to his shoulders to press him against the floor. Shinobu doesn't know about this, not when he considers this dirty, and despite the way his eyes have darkened and his voice roughened, this not-Shinobu can't know either. His eyes are still wild as he trashes against him but that's good. Then Itsuki can feel that not-Shinobu is hard(perhaps Shinobu too? Perhaps Shinobu would be hard for this, for him too?); next thing Itsuki knows, his head hits the floor hard enough that he almost blacks out.
Instead he focuses on how hard not-Shinobu is breathing, on the way his hips are moving against his. The hold of not-Shinobu on his shoulders is bruising and almost completely restraining, but it doesn't matter to Itsuki if he gets hurt, not when he only needs to open Sensui's trousers and push them down, not when he can do the same with his own clothes until there's nothing between their cocks and not when this wild, wounded, crazy Shinobu gives a low animal-like groan as he starts thrusting, hard and fast, once Itsuki manages to hold their cocks together.
Sensui spills into his hand a few moments after that, semen hot over his hand and between them and he collapses on top of him, trembling again and his breath is also hot and moist against his throat. Itsuki focuses on stroking himself, hard, fast, the smell and feel of Shinobu crushing him to the ground and Shinobu breathing against him all he needs before he comes too.
Sensui falls asleep afterwards, still on top of him. Itsuki moves as slowly as he possibly can to fix his clothes again, to tuck Sensui back in. The blood on him has dried but in his sleep he still looks so innocent, so sweet.
Itsuki picks him up and carries him away from the massacre he made. Once he wakes up, Shinobu will be able to tell him what he wants to do.
Fandom: Yû Yû Hakusho.
Warnings: Mindfuck, rough sex, violence.
Characters/couples: Itsuki/Sensui.
Summary: Shinobu is quiet afterwards. Itsuki waits.
Rating: NC17.
Bang Bang (he shot me down).
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
"Bang Bang (My baby shot me down)", Nancy Sinatra.
Shinobu is quiet afterwards. Very quiet. He doesn't even answer when Itsuki tells him he should wash up before the blood dries. He's completely covered on it, as if he was a newborn, but that's a bad analogy. A deadborn, perhaps. An undead would be a better name for this, he thinks, for this silence, for the wide, frantic eyes of the young man in front of him.
Itsuki waits. He knows Koenma won't think about sending someone to see if something happened with Sensui's mission, not when Shinobu is the golden boy, the best Spirit Detective he has had. Itsuki wonders, idly, if Koenma will bend the rules for Shinobu after this.
He wonders what will this mean for the pure heart of Shinobu, now that he knows that the world isn't painted in black and white, now that he knows that humans can also be vicious and evil, just like demons.
It amuses him, a little, perhaps.
Shinobu is still looking at his tainted red hands. The blood has finally stopped dripping from them. Itsuki kneels besides him but doesn't touch him, not when Shinobu is this wired up. He just needs a proper trigger, he thinks. Just a little push and everything Shinobu has ever held dear will tumble down like cards.
Itsuki wonders if it wouldn't be the best for that to happen now. He also wonders if Shinobu would look the same he did when killing all those people. Frantic and savage, wild and beautiful, so different from the usual Shinobu that he had gotten hard for him, his arousal thick between his legs as he wondered how it'd be to be able to possess just a little of that power, to be taken by that strength and madness.
Just thinking of that makes his cock twitch, desire still warm as the blood spilled pooling at his groin.
“We should go,” he says, and when that doesn't have any reaction, he adds. “Other humans will come here soon.”
His hands twitch. Itsuki smiles and leans forward, smelling the blood and other fluids stuck to Shinobu's body. He's so very warm this close, and he doesn't stop his sudden urge to lick at his ear, just a little.
“More humans,” he lets the syllables roll from his mouth slowly. This close, he almost tastes the shudder that runs down Shinobu's body, the way his blood-stained hands twitch again. “They'll be disgusted, won't they? Some of them will be sick, looking at all this blood,at the corpses... they'll pretend they don't know how this could happen.”
Another shudder. Shinobu's voice sounds rough and upset. Wounded, perhaps.
“... shut up.”
Itsuki doesn't.
“They'll say that you're sick,” he whispers again, moving one of his hands to touch his cock through the clothes, slowly. “Sick because you killed them. It won't matter to them, that these people were bad. The people that will come here probably will be as bad as them, as sick as them.”
“Shut up.” More strength in his voice now, but it sounded different from usual. Itsuki bit at his ear again, trying to see what kind of person Sensui would come out after murder. He pressed closer to him.
“There are more people like this,” he murmurs, keeping his voice steady despite how he's stroking his cock. He smiles, nuzzling against Shinobu's neck despite the dried blood. “People who kill and betray and who think other's life is nothing but a game. Remember how they begged? Most people will beg like that. They'd offer you money and power and anything they could think you may want, just to save their li-”
One of Shinobu's hands move fast against him, clenching around his throat. Itsuki stops stroking his cock and instead holds unto Shinobu's wrist tightly, keeping his face calm. It's okay if Shinobu kills him, he thinks. He has been ready to die since that day years ago when the young detective captured him.
He smiles. What would Koenma think of his detective like this?
“I said,” Shinobu says, but it's not his voice and it's not completely his face. His eyes have darkened, the lines of his face shifted, they've become almost vulgar. His hand is still holding tight to his throat. “Shut. Up.”
Itsuki moves then, wrenches himself free of not-Shinobu's hand and pushes him to the floor, hands holding tightly to his shoulders to press him against the floor. Shinobu doesn't know about this, not when he considers this dirty, and despite the way his eyes have darkened and his voice roughened, this not-Shinobu can't know either. His eyes are still wild as he trashes against him but that's good. Then Itsuki can feel that not-Shinobu is hard(perhaps Shinobu too? Perhaps Shinobu would be hard for this, for him too?); next thing Itsuki knows, his head hits the floor hard enough that he almost blacks out.
Instead he focuses on how hard not-Shinobu is breathing, on the way his hips are moving against his. The hold of not-Shinobu on his shoulders is bruising and almost completely restraining, but it doesn't matter to Itsuki if he gets hurt, not when he only needs to open Sensui's trousers and push them down, not when he can do the same with his own clothes until there's nothing between their cocks and not when this wild, wounded, crazy Shinobu gives a low animal-like groan as he starts thrusting, hard and fast, once Itsuki manages to hold their cocks together.
Sensui spills into his hand a few moments after that, semen hot over his hand and between them and he collapses on top of him, trembling again and his breath is also hot and moist against his throat. Itsuki focuses on stroking himself, hard, fast, the smell and feel of Shinobu crushing him to the ground and Shinobu breathing against him all he needs before he comes too.
Sensui falls asleep afterwards, still on top of him. Itsuki moves as slowly as he possibly can to fix his clothes again, to tuck Sensui back in. The blood on him has dried but in his sleep he still looks so innocent, so sweet.
Itsuki picks him up and carries him away from the massacre he made. Once he wakes up, Shinobu will be able to tell him what he wants to do.