Bottom at Heart AKA Shutting Subaru Up
Title: Bottom at Heart AKA Shutting Subaru Up
Author: Jael Renatus
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon and X/1999
Pairing: Sei.Sub
Timeline: A week after Hokuto's death.
Summary: What if Subaru got over Hokuto sooner than thought and found Seishirou? What would be a suitable punishment? Written for the Shut Subaru Up Challenge.
Warnings: Super OOC. And... Um.... UM!!! ... Adult content! SORT OF! Not really. Maybe a good PG-13. I'd love to smut it up, but I feel entirely too sleepy right now.
“Seishirou, she totally didn’t know what she was talking about. I mean, I think we all know I’d know real Prada compared to fake. You made me gay after all, so you should definitely know I’d know. As I was saying, she was a complete and utter bimbo and Seishirou, if you needed to kill someone right now, I’d give you her number in a flash of a second. ”
After the whole entire escapade of Subaru, Seishirou decided to start a new chapter in his life. This point would now be called: Subaru-less. Because before, his thoughts had been filled and, unfortunately, polluted with his favorite little glass cup, but now that he was free of his illegal relationship, Seishirou was fully going to enjoy his life until it was time to party like it was 1999 (which it would be). Or that was the initial hope.
“Seishirou-san, you nearly weren’t half as believable as you should have been when you were breaking my arm. I mean you said you feel nothing at all, so why even bother doing it? Doesn’t that sound like you just need confirmation for yourself? Do you need a shrink Seishirou-san? I know the perfect person; I visited him for a week only after you killed Hokuto and he got me to forget everything. He’s American and he has his own show and everything. He’s particularly recommended by Oprah, I’ll get you his phone number.”
Seishirou was a man of great calculations. Subaru was supposed to become a broken spirit long enough for him to escape the eventual very negative and undeserved emotions his little glass cup would be feeling after Seishirou murdered his sister. Though it wasn’t like he actually wanted to do it; she was the one who got the bright idea to sacrifice herself. Seishirou was perfectly fine with cutting Subaru’s heart out. However, Subaru’s reaction was completely unexpected.
“Then there was that time with a horse. This was still when I was interested in being a zookeeper instead of hunting you down and tying you to a tree in a completely and thankfully abandoned park that isn’t Ueno park because I imagine tying you to a tree there would give you an unfair advantage. Anyways, back to the horse. For some reason it was real clogged up in its bowels so what we had to do was grab a glove, and I mean this was a glove, and shove it up there. Whatever we pulled out was pretty gross and it was all white and I mean this didn’t look like the average feces, so we had to give it to this lady so she could figure out what was going on with it. I mean I almost had my entire arm stuck inside there, but thank god for that glove, though it was still a little warm and just the fact that...”
Hence why Seishirou was now strapped down to a bed with lime green duct tape stretched across his face with Subaru sitting on top of him. What originally could very easily be a very kinky and interesting (also very very illegal) sexual experience morphed into pure torture. Subaru would just not shut up.
“And you know what! That pink suit never looked good on you! Why would you even choose something of that color? Sure you have a questionable sexuality that’s further questioned through your interactions with me, but I thought you would have more man in you!”
Seishirou wanted to say that it was a maroon suit and that it was perfectly fashionable, but the lime green duct tape was doing its job pretty effectually, despite its very tacky color. Besides, it wasn’t like Subaru had the right to complain. Seishirou wasn’t the one who had been wearing leather gloves for five years of his life. If that wasn't a fashion mistake, Seishirou didn't know what was. Plus, he couldn’t even imagine how much Subaru's hands must have stunk when he finally took the gloves off.
“Did I ever tell you about the time that Obaa-sama took me to visit her gynecologist? He was super uber thorough and even started to explain things to me. Did you know that there are finger like things inside of women that keep-”
Seishirou made a noise loud enough to draw Subaru’s attention away from his rambling. Subaru really really needed to be quiet right now. Right now. Subaru’s evil laughter came out like a deranged giggle.
“You know Seishirou, there’s only one way I’ll shut up at this point.”
Then Subaru reached across, grabbed a corner of the tape and ripped it off. Seishirou whimpered a little. Subaru hovered over him, the cute little glass cup smiling at him devilishly. Seishirou knew just then that the virginity of Subaru should have always been questioned and he shouldn’t be turned on by just a look.
“I get to top you.”
Seishirou choked a little on his spit.
“Top… You we are both going to play a fun little game with tops because I know the perfect one…”
Subaru’s smile darkened a little.
“No. Top you.”
“No games then? Well you must mean stay on top of me and do absolutely nothing sexual? I’m pretty fine with that.”
Subaru licked his lips. Seishirou swallowed hard. He had nothing on that look. That look was pure and raw sex. Seishirou began to fear for the virginity of a certain part of his body, one that he never really planned on sharing with anyone.
“No.”
Then Subaru proceeded to kiss the living day-lights out of Seishirou. Many protests, very kinky and interesting (also very very illegal) sexual experiences, and several hours later, Subaru lay curled up asleep next to a still tied, thoroughly used, dazed Seishirou. Seishirou also happened to realize he was nothing compared to a teenager’s libido and that he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a good week.
And of course the most important thing.
Subaru had finally shut up.
A.N. : Now as to how Seishirou was tied up and rendered immobile to begin with… Seishirou’s a bottom at heart.
A.N.: Also, as it's been a while since I've read Tokyo Babylon, I'm going to assume it took a little longer for Subaru to actually start following Seishirou after Hokuto was killed. I know he snapped out of his coma when she died, but the details are iffy after that.
Author: Jael Renatus
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon and X/1999
Pairing: Sei.Sub
Timeline: A week after Hokuto's death.
Summary: What if Subaru got over Hokuto sooner than thought and found Seishirou? What would be a suitable punishment? Written for the Shut Subaru Up Challenge.
Warnings: Super OOC. And... Um.... UM!!! ... Adult content! SORT OF! Not really. Maybe a good PG-13. I'd love to smut it up, but I feel entirely too sleepy right now.
“Seishirou, she totally didn’t know what she was talking about. I mean, I think we all know I’d know real Prada compared to fake. You made me gay after all, so you should definitely know I’d know. As I was saying, she was a complete and utter bimbo and Seishirou, if you needed to kill someone right now, I’d give you her number in a flash of a second. ”
After the whole entire escapade of Subaru, Seishirou decided to start a new chapter in his life. This point would now be called: Subaru-less. Because before, his thoughts had been filled and, unfortunately, polluted with his favorite little glass cup, but now that he was free of his illegal relationship, Seishirou was fully going to enjoy his life until it was time to party like it was 1999 (which it would be). Or that was the initial hope.
“Seishirou-san, you nearly weren’t half as believable as you should have been when you were breaking my arm. I mean you said you feel nothing at all, so why even bother doing it? Doesn’t that sound like you just need confirmation for yourself? Do you need a shrink Seishirou-san? I know the perfect person; I visited him for a week only after you killed Hokuto and he got me to forget everything. He’s American and he has his own show and everything. He’s particularly recommended by Oprah, I’ll get you his phone number.”
Seishirou was a man of great calculations. Subaru was supposed to become a broken spirit long enough for him to escape the eventual very negative and undeserved emotions his little glass cup would be feeling after Seishirou murdered his sister. Though it wasn’t like he actually wanted to do it; she was the one who got the bright idea to sacrifice herself. Seishirou was perfectly fine with cutting Subaru’s heart out. However, Subaru’s reaction was completely unexpected.
“Then there was that time with a horse. This was still when I was interested in being a zookeeper instead of hunting you down and tying you to a tree in a completely and thankfully abandoned park that isn’t Ueno park because I imagine tying you to a tree there would give you an unfair advantage. Anyways, back to the horse. For some reason it was real clogged up in its bowels so what we had to do was grab a glove, and I mean this was a glove, and shove it up there. Whatever we pulled out was pretty gross and it was all white and I mean this didn’t look like the average feces, so we had to give it to this lady so she could figure out what was going on with it. I mean I almost had my entire arm stuck inside there, but thank god for that glove, though it was still a little warm and just the fact that...”
Hence why Seishirou was now strapped down to a bed with lime green duct tape stretched across his face with Subaru sitting on top of him. What originally could very easily be a very kinky and interesting (also very very illegal) sexual experience morphed into pure torture. Subaru would just not shut up.
“And you know what! That pink suit never looked good on you! Why would you even choose something of that color? Sure you have a questionable sexuality that’s further questioned through your interactions with me, but I thought you would have more man in you!”
Seishirou wanted to say that it was a maroon suit and that it was perfectly fashionable, but the lime green duct tape was doing its job pretty effectually, despite its very tacky color. Besides, it wasn’t like Subaru had the right to complain. Seishirou wasn’t the one who had been wearing leather gloves for five years of his life. If that wasn't a fashion mistake, Seishirou didn't know what was. Plus, he couldn’t even imagine how much Subaru's hands must have stunk when he finally took the gloves off.
“Did I ever tell you about the time that Obaa-sama took me to visit her gynecologist? He was super uber thorough and even started to explain things to me. Did you know that there are finger like things inside of women that keep-”
Seishirou made a noise loud enough to draw Subaru’s attention away from his rambling. Subaru really really needed to be quiet right now. Right now. Subaru’s evil laughter came out like a deranged giggle.
“You know Seishirou, there’s only one way I’ll shut up at this point.”
Then Subaru reached across, grabbed a corner of the tape and ripped it off. Seishirou whimpered a little. Subaru hovered over him, the cute little glass cup smiling at him devilishly. Seishirou knew just then that the virginity of Subaru should have always been questioned and he shouldn’t be turned on by just a look.
“I get to top you.”
Seishirou choked a little on his spit.
“Top… You we are both going to play a fun little game with tops because I know the perfect one…”
Subaru’s smile darkened a little.
“No. Top you.”
“No games then? Well you must mean stay on top of me and do absolutely nothing sexual? I’m pretty fine with that.”
Subaru licked his lips. Seishirou swallowed hard. He had nothing on that look. That look was pure and raw sex. Seishirou began to fear for the virginity of a certain part of his body, one that he never really planned on sharing with anyone.
“No.”
Then Subaru proceeded to kiss the living day-lights out of Seishirou. Many protests, very kinky and interesting (also very very illegal) sexual experiences, and several hours later, Subaru lay curled up asleep next to a still tied, thoroughly used, dazed Seishirou. Seishirou also happened to realize he was nothing compared to a teenager’s libido and that he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a good week.
And of course the most important thing.
Subaru had finally shut up.
A.N. : Now as to how Seishirou was tied up and rendered immobile to begin with… Seishirou’s a bottom at heart.
A.N.: Also, as it's been a while since I've read Tokyo Babylon, I'm going to assume it took a little longer for Subaru to actually start following Seishirou after Hokuto was killed. I know he snapped out of his coma when she died, but the details are iffy after that.