Remix of beltenebra
Title: Kiss the boys and make them cry
Rating: NC-17
Group/Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Warnings: Violence, blood, murder, rough sex, public sex, probably abuse of telepathic powers, a fair bit of insanity
Notes: From beltenebra ’ So there's an old-ish anime called Weiss Kreuz, the actual manga and anime are pretty terrible. The writing and art were really terrible and it can only really be enjoyed in its pure form for the purposes of mocking. However! It did have a few things going for it, such as being the pet project of four very famous seiyuu so the voice acting was amazing and the basic set-up and character designs were fantastic. This makes the whole universe excellent fodder for fanfic. The basic premise is that our four heroes are good guy vigilante assassins fighting the powers of darkness (who are really much more interesting than them). Shuldig is a telepath and Farfarello is a berserker who doesn't feel any pain.
This felt like a total blast from the past for me! I used to love this awful anime, and this was probably way too much fun for me to write. Got to love exploring your inner dark side, thanks for giving me this chance. Thank you to my beta, who is actually an angel.
Link to Original Story: Guilty
Link to Original Writer: beltenebra @ alifequixotic
Ryo was bristling, barely contained in his skin.
‘Keep him on his leash’ was the text message this morning, vibrating his mobile as it skittered across the desk in a noisy clatter of plastic and technology. His head ached, the world threatening to rush in and out of his ears as consciousness filtered back quickly. Too fucking early for prophetic text messages. Koyama narrowed his eyes at the text message.
YamaPi did it on purpose; he would send cryptic messages that left Koyama slightly off balance all day waiting for the premonition to come to pass. Once it took a full week, and YamaPi smirked at him as Koyama loudly fell apart, nervous as hell (the message had only said ‘you might want to duck’). He could tell Koyama exactly when and where, but he was a control freak who liked to be the only one with all the pieces.
Still, he wasn’t thinking about this one too hard, it was obvious, boring even. Usually if leashes or collars were involved YamaPi meant Ryo. Since Koyama was walking with Ryo, then it was like playing Where’s Waldo, only Waldo was seven feet tall and the only one in colour. Ryo walked, moved, like a normal person when he needed too (rarely, content to let Koyama or Tegoshi have a go at it if they needed normal people) if it wasn’t for the spidery webs of scars that covered his body and the razor sharp edge of his smile that spoke of something wider and deeper then insanity, well then he might have been normal.
“What is it?” Koyama cast his mind about, touching the people directly around them, skimming over the top of their minds like one of those bugs that skated on water, a beetle of some sort, he couldn’t be bothered to remember. Oddly Ryo seemed to have some kind of animal intuition, could read moods before Koyama caught on, and that was his gift. No one was thinking of anything overly hostile, nothing pinged on the radar.
“There, it’s a stray.” Ryo growled the words, low and dangerous.
Koyama caught sight of him up ahead, and it was a little stray kitten. He smiled slowly, it would be so easy, to part the crowd like the red sea, and watch Ryo lunge, all supernatural grace and precision, a life spent with nothing better to do then find all the places that make a person bleed. Of course, YamaPi saw this coming. They were the enemy, the assassins on the side of the light (boring, dull, and there was so much guilt in them all, it was so pitiful).
Koyama reached down and tangled his fingers with Ryo’s. Automatically Ryo’s fingers tightened around his, gripping tightly until the small bones ground together painfully. Koyama smiled at a passing woman, her mind tittering loudly against his at their PDA.
“Now love, be good.” Koyama hissed, the pain in minor, he’s been through worse. It took a nudge, a little more concentration then skimming the plebeian masses around them to dig into Ryo’s brain. It was always a warm, wet mess of sensation, and less by way of concrete thoughts. It was different, and Koyama could probably root around in there for weeks just trying to make sense of it all. Something had fucked Ryo up in a major way leaving more than the mostly self-inflicted cuts on his skin. Mentally he squeezed his fingers back, digging talons and making pain spark and Ryo made a low hungry sound.
Koyama didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that Ryo was addicted to the way that Koyama was the only person in the whole world who could hurt him. Not even Tegoshi, for all his sadism and near god-like level of telekinesis could inflict any physical pain. No, only Koyama held that particular key.
“I’ll leave the kitten alone if you let me fuck you in the alley over there.” Ryo said back, turning large liquid eyes on him.
Koyama smiled a little. Of course, he would do what was needed. That was what YamaPi expected of him, and fuck what YamaPi wanted, because Ryo’s smile had gone all sharp, the faint scarring on his lip pale against the lushness of his mouth as it twisted tight into a lethal smile. Koyama wanted to bite it, to gnaw at it until they could both taste copper. Ryo would let him, he’d revel in it like the hedonistic sadist (after all, it wasn’t masochism if Ryo couldn’t feel it himself) he was. Delightful.
“Deal.” Koyama grinned at him, tipping his head like a lover sharing a secret.
‘I’ll kill you later.’ Koyama thought almost fondly, stretching his powers, the connection full of static like a channel that wasn’t quite all there. But he could feel the warm; blood and guilt-soaked mind of Junnosuke brush his just for an instant. It wouldn’t be enough for the other man to notice, and if he turned just right he would be able to see them, and then all hell would break loose.
YamaPi shouldn’t have worried about Ryo jumping the leash, not when all it would take was a little nudge to get Junno to turn around, to look at them. Like chess pawns they could only move forward when provoked, and Koyama was most definitely the black, it would be white move first. At the very least it would look like it.
His phone vibrated and Koyama chuckled. Ryo looked at him side-ways, eyes flicking quickly back to the long lean back of their enemy blending into the crowd. Ryo’s short bitten nails dug into the flesh of his hands, ragged and five points of pressure. Koyama hissed through his teeth, pulling himself back into his own head through sheer force of effort. Another day maybe.
The alley was awful, it smelled off and the ground was dirty, but it was not the worst alley Koyama had been fucked in (the drugs dull his powers when it gets too loud and he doesn’t remember much of being 19, or twenty for that matter.)
Koyama had his fingers in Ryo’s black hair, silky, shiny and smooth, almost a tender gesture, but when he wrapped it around his fingers and really pulled then he could control Ryo’s biting. It was half a kiss and half an attack, his canines were sharp and Ryo used them with intent, Ryo didn’t do anything without intent. With a hard tug that would have had anyone else hissing in discomfort he pried Ryo off him, neck arching and baring the long oddly smooth lines of his throat.
“You know the rules darling.” Koyama purred and Ryo snapped his teeth at him. Koyama chuckled, released his hair and Ryo fell on him, tucking himself against his chest, hands slipping up the loose sides of his untucked shirt. They slipped up his sides, with the odd drag of nails until he was cupping Koyama’s rib cage, moving with each quick breath.
The rules were simple; Koyama needed his pretty face for work.
Ryo bit down savagely on his shoulder teeth sliding against the cotton weave and Koyama gasped and jerked against Ryo’s weight, legs falling open. Ryo slipped in closer, fitting his narrow hips in the space between Koyama’s spread thighs. He pressed up on his toes and Koyama’s shoulder blades bit into the concrete wall, the rough surface scraping in a loud hiss of fabric.
Koyama grabbed him, digging his fingers into the bony edges of Ryo’s hips, and pulled him in harder. They crashed against each other, Ryo biting at his shoulders and leaving sharp little stinging bruises that kept Koyama focused on the moment, on the way Ryo was trying to crawl into his chest.
He tugged at Ryo’s pants, the baggy jeans slipping loose on his hips, enough for Koyama to get his fingers inside. At the small of Ryo’s back, right above those teasing little dips right above his ass, he’d strapped his favourite knife, judging by the heft it was Yoko-- the little butterfly knife strapped to his leg was named Yasuda. The fact that Koyama knew all Ryo’s knives names probably meant he needed to get out more. But bars got so boring when it took hardly any effort to compel people to sleep with him; it took even less effort when he didn’t need to push them mentally.
Koyama caught his wrist when Ryo went for the hilt of his knife.
“Not here, I am not bleeding on these pants.” Koyama laughed at the unholy light in Ryo’s eyes, so dark and fever bright, the all encompassing passion of being absolutely insane.
“Pants.” Ryo scoffed.
Koyama chuckled, licking a wet stripe across Ryo’s cheek and feeling out the edges of a silvery scar with the tip of his tongue. “Yes. I’m not going to let you ruin these pants.”
“Fine.” Ryo almost snarled the words, giving him a completely petulant look that was completely unsuited for a murderous psychopath with a serious knife fetish. Koyama laughed, delighted, Ryo was so fucking crazy that Koyama couldn’t untangle his thoughts and each expression was new and exhilarating. He surged forward and bit at Ryo’s bottom lip, kissing him hard.
Ryo’s hand slipped down from his ribs, dragging rough nails down his sides, trying to wiggle into the tight low rise cut of his jeans. Koyama laughed again, twisting away from Ryo so he could pop the button of his own fly.
“Kneel.” He breathed and Ryo snapped his teeth at him threateningly again, but his eyes were alight and he seemed to be smiling through the bared canines.
“Teeth, teeth, how many times do I need to tell you?” But he couldn’t help the sound he made when Ryo bit his hip, something caught between a gasp and a moan; it tugged low in his stomach.
Koyama let out a low sound when Ryo sucked the head into his mouth, he could feel himself getting hard against the roll of Ryo’s tongue against his dick.
“When we get home,” Koyama said, voice dipping and cracking as he fisted his hands in Ryo’s hair, pulling him down so that he could still fit entirely in the softness of Ryo’s mouth before he was completely hard. “I am going to take Yasu,” Ryo growled low in his throat, and it was just enough vibration that Koyama could feel it all the way down to his toes. “Do you remember those lines across your shoulders?”
Four perfectly straight lines across his shoulders, just deep enough to need to be stitched up, all the way across, Koyama fucked Ryo hard as he pressing his fingers against them, everything all slick and all over the place, lube and blood and saliva, and Koyama poking into Ryo’s mind making him feel something out of it.
Ryo looked up at him through his fringe, pulling slowly up his cock with slick friction and the sweetest tug of suction, he nodded shallowly.
“If you do good, maybe I’ll give you another one.”
Ryo’s eyes narrowed as he smiled as best he could, bobbing his head sharply as Koyama arched up on his toes, breath stuttering in his chest. The definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting something to change. Ryo was covered in a spider-web of scars from the older ones all silvered with time to the fresh still-pink meat of his back. Over and over like he expected something different to happen, and here he was so eager for it all over again.
Koyama tipped his head back so his hair caught on the rough brick surface.
Wherever Ryo had decided to pick up this skill he was very good at it. Deep, pulling tension that made his toes curl in his loafers and his spine want to roll up, Koyama forced himself to stay straight back against the wall, breathing fast and ragged.
He couldn’t help the small breathy sounds he was making low in his throat, hands lost somewhere in Ryo’s hair and mind lost everywhere stretched over the streets. He was skipping and flipping over the surface of the crowded block. Boring little ants with one hive mind boredhungryannoyedboredbored. Tethered to his body only by the hot shivery sensation spreading across his skin, the hyper-awareness of pressure in his stomach. Ryo kneeling in front of him, and curling his tongue across the underside, wet throat hot and tight and perfect. He was going, going, gone to the scrape of teeth that burst like fireworks, pain, pared down to white-hot sensation.
Koyama came with a strangled sound, curling his spine down over Ryo’s head, forcing him down on his cock and dimly listening for the faint choking, clicking sounds Ryo was making. He was scattered and he was everywhere, endorphins causing his control to slip. You could go crazy like this, thoughts spilling in from everywhere at once. The body was secondary, sharp tingles of pleasure diffused across his skin as he fucked Ryo’s throat on primal instinct alone.
He was wide open, a bit raw and he could taste Ryo’s madness when he surged up his body, shoving him back hard and kissing him again. It tasted candy sweet, like drowning his head in candy floss. It tasted like innocence; there could be no guilt when Ryo couldn’t tell the difference between right and wrong. The taste was different, like licking someone’s soul, it was deep and Koyama’s powers were going erratic- Ryo bleeding into his mind.
The brick wall scrapped across his shoulders and it would bruise the sharp juts, Ryo rutting against him hard, and the pain filtered slowly through as he came back to his body. Skin rubbed all wrong, and the back of his head stinging from the sharp crack of his skull and the wall.
Koyama dug his nails into Ryo’s lower back and his hips stuttered for a moment, a low snarl coming out of his lips. He changed his target, leaving Koyama’s bruised lips and biting down hard on his shoulder again, teeth slipping over the material of his shirt. It hurt, would have broken the skin if Koyama’s shirt wasn’t in the way.
“Ah.” Koyama bit off a curse, pressing the heat of Ryo’s dick closer to his hip, dry friction and heat, blooming across all the places they’d left bruises.
“I want to.” Ryo hissed, a low grumbling sound, “bite and bite, and I could take you all inside.” He punctuated it with another harsh bite.
“Why?”
“Because that’s love isn’t it?”
Koyama laughed and laughed. How should he know? He pushed himself roughly into Ryo’s mind and twisted hard. Ryo howled lowly as he came, shaking and clinging to Koyama’s shoulders as they slumped against the wall, breathing heavy.
“Let’s go home.” Koyama laughed, wiping blood from his lips with the back of his hand. Ryo’s eyes danced, dark and hungry. Mindless, thoughtless, perfect hunger. “What do you say pet? So much more fun to have.”
“Okay.”
--
The mission was an easy one, a little lamb led by Koyama bo-peep to the slaughter.
All he needed to do was wrap his long coat (mission coat, lots of pockets to secret away stuff) and smoke languidly as Ryo let the girl escape, she made a few stumbling steps before he was in front of her again, a predator just playing with his catch.
She was bleeding heavily from a shallow gash to her side, a bleeder, but not fatal. Yet.
Koyama hoisted himself up on a power unit, feeling the rumble in his bones and watched Ryo pounce, they both fell in a tumble, she lashed out with nails and teeth and Ryo didn’t even seem to notice. Another quick stab, Yasu getting his tip dirty as he sliced open the skin in her shoulder.
The text on his phone said ‘keep it quick’ but Koyama wasn’t in the mood to be told what to do; besides Ryo was having fun. Her terror was like sour candy, tinged with a bit of desperation as Ryo was unstoppable.
They had been lying low for a bit, waiting on orders and Ryo was just awful when he was bored, so Koyama would let him play.
She went for his eyes, and so Ryo went for hers. It was messy and bloody, but it stopped her screaming. Koyama hummed, the moment someone’s thoughts died used to terrify him, that moment between someone being there and the void, like something was rushing in to fill the blanks. He’d hated it when he was younger, then they died all around him, so many of them, and after that, well it didn’t bug him the way it used to.
Ryo’s sleeveless top was dripping, tacky splashes across the dark fabric. He let out a delighted little giggle, looking up to where Koyama was lounging.
“Want to see her heart?”
“Hm?”
Ryo was cleaning the flat of his knife with delicate kittenish flicks of his tongue.
“The heart is where the sins lie.”
Koyama honestly had no idea what Ryo was talking about, so he just shrugged. Bone isn’t easy to get through, a bigger knife, Hina if Koyama was right.When Ryo looked like he was seriously going to find her heart Koyama’s phone buzzed to life. ‘Get out now.’ He looked at the letters on his screen and sighed. Killjoy.
“Ryo.” Koyama snapped, sliding to his feet in a long graceful line.
“What?” He was all red splattered pale skin, he looked positively lovely.
“Pi says it’s time to go.”
“Don’t want to.” Ryo snapped his teeth. “I want her heart.”
“Ryo, heel.” He said it sickly sweet, and Ryo made an annoyed sound, standing gracefully, the knees of his pants ruined all down the front with random bits of gore.
“I want to give you her heart.” He was sulking, wiping his blade across his thigh so it would be clean when he sheathed it.
“Hold that thought, you might need it again.”
They left her body on the roof top, it was a message. The undersecretary of defence would think twice about withholding information from their employer again. Her ribs glistened in the pale moon light, and Koyama stepped daintily around the pool of bloodied gravel to the other side where Ryo was waiting for him.
‘Meet U there’
Koyama’s loafers clattered as they descended the stairs, loud smacking sounds. Ryo flowed in front of him, silent in his slippers and eagerly leaving rusty smudges along the walls like a trail of bread crumbs. They were almost black in the harsh fluorescent lighting that hummed in the stairwell. Ryo had cut off his own fingerprints in a fit or paranoia long before Koyama met him, the tips of his fingers all scarred and rough.
They reached the bottom without incident, no one bothered to take the stairs when the elevator worked fine. He paused on the other side of the door, he scanned the mind of the lobby guard, the only man awake there, he was so very bored.
“Kill him, cleanly.” Koyama whispered, leaning in close, Ryo smelled like spicy clean sweat and the metallic tang of blood. He followed the command with a sharp bite to his ear, and a light shove to the delicate small of his back.
He was soundless, a blood-streaked shadow with a gleeful smile. He wasn’t careful, just quiet. He rushed across the foyer before the other man even registered that he was in danger. He opened his mouth, and could only gurgle as Ryo jumped on him, snapping his neck easily. The pair of them went down hard on the tiled floor. Koyama walked leisurely out of the stairwell and dragged the body behind his desk where it couldn’t be seen.
They didn’t need to wait long before he could feel them coming. Four muted signatures slipping through the night. Four focused assassins with no idea they were stepping into a trap.
“The kittens have come to play.” Koyama murmured low, and Ryo made a small muted happy sound in his chest. “Don’t go easy on them.”
Their soft breathing was barely audible over the soft hum of the lights, tension snapping in the air. Ryo was probably salivating, licking at his scarred bottom lip, cheeks flushing with anticipation. Koyama’s own heart began to thunder for no reason other than sympathetic response. He felt almost giddy, a school girl approaching her crush. He could feel Ryo’s eager hunger, it was the exact same wavelength as when Ryo wanted sex, the same snapping intensity. It was a little flattering actually.
The front door opened slowly, letting in the soft night-time sounds from outside, the faint buzz of heat bugs, and the trace of the hiss of a breeze. The hushed steps of three of the assassins, the fourth was somewhere else, Koyama would deal with him when it came up. Their minds were taut, touching his with a controlled sort of intent, kittens on the hunt.
Koyama didn’t even need to say it, one moment Ryo was next to him, still as a stone, then the next he was vaulting over the desk, from 0 to 100 between one breath and the next. With a howl Ryo was rushing the three of them, Koyama’s delighted giggle adding to the mix as he followed Ryo over the desk at a more sedate pace.
“Shit.” Junno dodged, but just barely as Ryo sliced through the air.
Koki leapt with a small yell, the blades at the ends of his fingers flashing. They scraped across Ryo’s shoulder, but it didn’t even slow him, arms flashing out, going for playful strikes.
“Looks like you’re a little lost.” He mocked, meeting eyes with Ueda’s snapping with cold fury. “Or was there an evil man here waiting for your justice.”
“Piss off, freak.” Ueda, snarled, snapping his cross-bolt across his back and pulling out a short sword.
“You wound me.”
He fought with half his mind, it was all he needed; he could read the intent in Ueda’s body language even as his thoughts coalesced into movement. The other half was focused, digging, being none to gentle. They were after, ahh, the undersecretary for selling secrets. Couldn’t have that. Not after all the work they did to keep him in their pocket.
Koyama danced out of the way, a fraction too slow and his heavy wool coat was sliced right open. He was going to need a good tailor. He scowled.
“You’ll pay for that.” He sulked.
Ueda’s mind went tight for a moment, and Koyama didn’t have half an idea why. He wasn’t paying enough attention to the physical aspect of the fight. One moment he was watching Ueda shift his weight in preparation to lunge, reading the intent behind the movement.
Then he was being knocked out of the way, flung at the hard floor, and he crashed with a bone jarring thump as a longer sword sliced through the air where his chest had been. Ryo landed with him, squishing him in his haste to return to a crouching position, stepping on his hand, Hina sliding across the floor, but he had Subaru in hand, the curve wicked and more than ready.
Kame snarled, his and Ueda’s blades hitting with a metallic screech that resonated in his lungs as they had tried to cut through him. Koyama stared dumbly at the place where their blades rested against each other. One more moment and his heart would have been a kabob, it wasn’t the most settling thought. Ueda pulled out his cross-bow with his free hand, leaping on the advantage like the animal he was.
Ryo was cackling, as the four of them advanced slowly on him. That was close, and Koyama was never close to death- he was more than mortal. He was something divine, and the knowledge that he would have been killed settled into a cold fury in his stomach.
“Looks like it is time for our grand entrance.” Tegoshi giggled, standing in the open door way.
“Get up, Koyama.” YamaPi said blandly as Koyama pulled himself to his feet. Tegoshi’s eyes glowed for a moment and Ueda made a pained sound as the air around him constricted and he was flung off his feet, cross bow skidding across the tiled floor.
“You’re making us look bad.” Tegoshi whined, and Junno was rushing at them, Koki hot on his heels.
Koyama gleefully lost himself in the cramped melee after that.
After it was all said and done, Ryo was limping with a curiously smug expression on his face.
“Well that was fun.” YamaPi rotated his shoulder and pushed his glasses up his nose, his hair was all messed up and he was smiling a little absently to himself.
“Can we get ice cream on the way home? Please,” Tegoshi grinned at him, pleased as punch and barely sweaty, “I’m hungry.”
“Of course.” YamaPi said, “I could use some food myself.”
Ryo trotted over to him, smiling through the mess on his face, blood and scratches.
“YamaPi told me, if I wanted to keep you, I would need to watch you tonight.” Koyama was stunned; it was the sanest and probably creepiest thing Ryo had ever told him. “Keep you.”
Apparently Koyama was kept by a mad man. That might just be okay, because if Koyama wasn’t like anyone else, well neither was Ryo. Besides chances were they were going to die in a bloody smear before they had the chance to get bored with each other anyways. It was win-win one way or another.
“Thanks.”
“Hm.” Ryo just hummed, staring at him with huge dark eyes. Koyama delved into his mind, and found nothing but the familiar chaos, completely unreadable. Completely insane.
“Let’s skip the food and just go fuck.”
“Bring the food.” Ryo said decisively.
“Brilliant.”
Rating: NC-17
Group/Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Warnings: Violence, blood, murder, rough sex, public sex, probably abuse of telepathic powers, a fair bit of insanity
Notes: From beltenebra ’ So there's an old-ish anime called Weiss Kreuz, the actual manga and anime are pretty terrible. The writing and art were really terrible and it can only really be enjoyed in its pure form for the purposes of mocking. However! It did have a few things going for it, such as being the pet project of four very famous seiyuu so the voice acting was amazing and the basic set-up and character designs were fantastic. This makes the whole universe excellent fodder for fanfic. The basic premise is that our four heroes are good guy vigilante assassins fighting the powers of darkness (who are really much more interesting than them). Shuldig is a telepath and Farfarello is a berserker who doesn't feel any pain.
This felt like a total blast from the past for me! I used to love this awful anime, and this was probably way too much fun for me to write. Got to love exploring your inner dark side, thanks for giving me this chance. Thank you to my beta, who is actually an angel.
Link to Original Story: Guilty
Link to Original Writer: beltenebra @ alifequixotic
Ryo was bristling, barely contained in his skin.
‘Keep him on his leash’ was the text message this morning, vibrating his mobile as it skittered across the desk in a noisy clatter of plastic and technology. His head ached, the world threatening to rush in and out of his ears as consciousness filtered back quickly. Too fucking early for prophetic text messages. Koyama narrowed his eyes at the text message.
YamaPi did it on purpose; he would send cryptic messages that left Koyama slightly off balance all day waiting for the premonition to come to pass. Once it took a full week, and YamaPi smirked at him as Koyama loudly fell apart, nervous as hell (the message had only said ‘you might want to duck’). He could tell Koyama exactly when and where, but he was a control freak who liked to be the only one with all the pieces.
Still, he wasn’t thinking about this one too hard, it was obvious, boring even. Usually if leashes or collars were involved YamaPi meant Ryo. Since Koyama was walking with Ryo, then it was like playing Where’s Waldo, only Waldo was seven feet tall and the only one in colour. Ryo walked, moved, like a normal person when he needed too (rarely, content to let Koyama or Tegoshi have a go at it if they needed normal people) if it wasn’t for the spidery webs of scars that covered his body and the razor sharp edge of his smile that spoke of something wider and deeper then insanity, well then he might have been normal.
“What is it?” Koyama cast his mind about, touching the people directly around them, skimming over the top of their minds like one of those bugs that skated on water, a beetle of some sort, he couldn’t be bothered to remember. Oddly Ryo seemed to have some kind of animal intuition, could read moods before Koyama caught on, and that was his gift. No one was thinking of anything overly hostile, nothing pinged on the radar.
“There, it’s a stray.” Ryo growled the words, low and dangerous.
Koyama caught sight of him up ahead, and it was a little stray kitten. He smiled slowly, it would be so easy, to part the crowd like the red sea, and watch Ryo lunge, all supernatural grace and precision, a life spent with nothing better to do then find all the places that make a person bleed. Of course, YamaPi saw this coming. They were the enemy, the assassins on the side of the light (boring, dull, and there was so much guilt in them all, it was so pitiful).
Koyama reached down and tangled his fingers with Ryo’s. Automatically Ryo’s fingers tightened around his, gripping tightly until the small bones ground together painfully. Koyama smiled at a passing woman, her mind tittering loudly against his at their PDA.
“Now love, be good.” Koyama hissed, the pain in minor, he’s been through worse. It took a nudge, a little more concentration then skimming the plebeian masses around them to dig into Ryo’s brain. It was always a warm, wet mess of sensation, and less by way of concrete thoughts. It was different, and Koyama could probably root around in there for weeks just trying to make sense of it all. Something had fucked Ryo up in a major way leaving more than the mostly self-inflicted cuts on his skin. Mentally he squeezed his fingers back, digging talons and making pain spark and Ryo made a low hungry sound.
Koyama didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that Ryo was addicted to the way that Koyama was the only person in the whole world who could hurt him. Not even Tegoshi, for all his sadism and near god-like level of telekinesis could inflict any physical pain. No, only Koyama held that particular key.
“I’ll leave the kitten alone if you let me fuck you in the alley over there.” Ryo said back, turning large liquid eyes on him.
Koyama smiled a little. Of course, he would do what was needed. That was what YamaPi expected of him, and fuck what YamaPi wanted, because Ryo’s smile had gone all sharp, the faint scarring on his lip pale against the lushness of his mouth as it twisted tight into a lethal smile. Koyama wanted to bite it, to gnaw at it until they could both taste copper. Ryo would let him, he’d revel in it like the hedonistic sadist (after all, it wasn’t masochism if Ryo couldn’t feel it himself) he was. Delightful.
“Deal.” Koyama grinned at him, tipping his head like a lover sharing a secret.
‘I’ll kill you later.’ Koyama thought almost fondly, stretching his powers, the connection full of static like a channel that wasn’t quite all there. But he could feel the warm; blood and guilt-soaked mind of Junnosuke brush his just for an instant. It wouldn’t be enough for the other man to notice, and if he turned just right he would be able to see them, and then all hell would break loose.
YamaPi shouldn’t have worried about Ryo jumping the leash, not when all it would take was a little nudge to get Junno to turn around, to look at them. Like chess pawns they could only move forward when provoked, and Koyama was most definitely the black, it would be white move first. At the very least it would look like it.
His phone vibrated and Koyama chuckled. Ryo looked at him side-ways, eyes flicking quickly back to the long lean back of their enemy blending into the crowd. Ryo’s short bitten nails dug into the flesh of his hands, ragged and five points of pressure. Koyama hissed through his teeth, pulling himself back into his own head through sheer force of effort. Another day maybe.
The alley was awful, it smelled off and the ground was dirty, but it was not the worst alley Koyama had been fucked in (the drugs dull his powers when it gets too loud and he doesn’t remember much of being 19, or twenty for that matter.)
Koyama had his fingers in Ryo’s black hair, silky, shiny and smooth, almost a tender gesture, but when he wrapped it around his fingers and really pulled then he could control Ryo’s biting. It was half a kiss and half an attack, his canines were sharp and Ryo used them with intent, Ryo didn’t do anything without intent. With a hard tug that would have had anyone else hissing in discomfort he pried Ryo off him, neck arching and baring the long oddly smooth lines of his throat.
“You know the rules darling.” Koyama purred and Ryo snapped his teeth at him. Koyama chuckled, released his hair and Ryo fell on him, tucking himself against his chest, hands slipping up the loose sides of his untucked shirt. They slipped up his sides, with the odd drag of nails until he was cupping Koyama’s rib cage, moving with each quick breath.
The rules were simple; Koyama needed his pretty face for work.
Ryo bit down savagely on his shoulder teeth sliding against the cotton weave and Koyama gasped and jerked against Ryo’s weight, legs falling open. Ryo slipped in closer, fitting his narrow hips in the space between Koyama’s spread thighs. He pressed up on his toes and Koyama’s shoulder blades bit into the concrete wall, the rough surface scraping in a loud hiss of fabric.
Koyama grabbed him, digging his fingers into the bony edges of Ryo’s hips, and pulled him in harder. They crashed against each other, Ryo biting at his shoulders and leaving sharp little stinging bruises that kept Koyama focused on the moment, on the way Ryo was trying to crawl into his chest.
He tugged at Ryo’s pants, the baggy jeans slipping loose on his hips, enough for Koyama to get his fingers inside. At the small of Ryo’s back, right above those teasing little dips right above his ass, he’d strapped his favourite knife, judging by the heft it was Yoko-- the little butterfly knife strapped to his leg was named Yasuda. The fact that Koyama knew all Ryo’s knives names probably meant he needed to get out more. But bars got so boring when it took hardly any effort to compel people to sleep with him; it took even less effort when he didn’t need to push them mentally.
Koyama caught his wrist when Ryo went for the hilt of his knife.
“Not here, I am not bleeding on these pants.” Koyama laughed at the unholy light in Ryo’s eyes, so dark and fever bright, the all encompassing passion of being absolutely insane.
“Pants.” Ryo scoffed.
Koyama chuckled, licking a wet stripe across Ryo’s cheek and feeling out the edges of a silvery scar with the tip of his tongue. “Yes. I’m not going to let you ruin these pants.”
“Fine.” Ryo almost snarled the words, giving him a completely petulant look that was completely unsuited for a murderous psychopath with a serious knife fetish. Koyama laughed, delighted, Ryo was so fucking crazy that Koyama couldn’t untangle his thoughts and each expression was new and exhilarating. He surged forward and bit at Ryo’s bottom lip, kissing him hard.
Ryo’s hand slipped down from his ribs, dragging rough nails down his sides, trying to wiggle into the tight low rise cut of his jeans. Koyama laughed again, twisting away from Ryo so he could pop the button of his own fly.
“Kneel.” He breathed and Ryo snapped his teeth at him threateningly again, but his eyes were alight and he seemed to be smiling through the bared canines.
“Teeth, teeth, how many times do I need to tell you?” But he couldn’t help the sound he made when Ryo bit his hip, something caught between a gasp and a moan; it tugged low in his stomach.
Koyama let out a low sound when Ryo sucked the head into his mouth, he could feel himself getting hard against the roll of Ryo’s tongue against his dick.
“When we get home,” Koyama said, voice dipping and cracking as he fisted his hands in Ryo’s hair, pulling him down so that he could still fit entirely in the softness of Ryo’s mouth before he was completely hard. “I am going to take Yasu,” Ryo growled low in his throat, and it was just enough vibration that Koyama could feel it all the way down to his toes. “Do you remember those lines across your shoulders?”
Four perfectly straight lines across his shoulders, just deep enough to need to be stitched up, all the way across, Koyama fucked Ryo hard as he pressing his fingers against them, everything all slick and all over the place, lube and blood and saliva, and Koyama poking into Ryo’s mind making him feel something out of it.
Ryo looked up at him through his fringe, pulling slowly up his cock with slick friction and the sweetest tug of suction, he nodded shallowly.
“If you do good, maybe I’ll give you another one.”
Ryo’s eyes narrowed as he smiled as best he could, bobbing his head sharply as Koyama arched up on his toes, breath stuttering in his chest. The definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting something to change. Ryo was covered in a spider-web of scars from the older ones all silvered with time to the fresh still-pink meat of his back. Over and over like he expected something different to happen, and here he was so eager for it all over again.
Koyama tipped his head back so his hair caught on the rough brick surface.
Wherever Ryo had decided to pick up this skill he was very good at it. Deep, pulling tension that made his toes curl in his loafers and his spine want to roll up, Koyama forced himself to stay straight back against the wall, breathing fast and ragged.
He couldn’t help the small breathy sounds he was making low in his throat, hands lost somewhere in Ryo’s hair and mind lost everywhere stretched over the streets. He was skipping and flipping over the surface of the crowded block. Boring little ants with one hive mind boredhungryannoyedboredbored. Tethered to his body only by the hot shivery sensation spreading across his skin, the hyper-awareness of pressure in his stomach. Ryo kneeling in front of him, and curling his tongue across the underside, wet throat hot and tight and perfect. He was going, going, gone to the scrape of teeth that burst like fireworks, pain, pared down to white-hot sensation.
Koyama came with a strangled sound, curling his spine down over Ryo’s head, forcing him down on his cock and dimly listening for the faint choking, clicking sounds Ryo was making. He was scattered and he was everywhere, endorphins causing his control to slip. You could go crazy like this, thoughts spilling in from everywhere at once. The body was secondary, sharp tingles of pleasure diffused across his skin as he fucked Ryo’s throat on primal instinct alone.
He was wide open, a bit raw and he could taste Ryo’s madness when he surged up his body, shoving him back hard and kissing him again. It tasted candy sweet, like drowning his head in candy floss. It tasted like innocence; there could be no guilt when Ryo couldn’t tell the difference between right and wrong. The taste was different, like licking someone’s soul, it was deep and Koyama’s powers were going erratic- Ryo bleeding into his mind.
The brick wall scrapped across his shoulders and it would bruise the sharp juts, Ryo rutting against him hard, and the pain filtered slowly through as he came back to his body. Skin rubbed all wrong, and the back of his head stinging from the sharp crack of his skull and the wall.
Koyama dug his nails into Ryo’s lower back and his hips stuttered for a moment, a low snarl coming out of his lips. He changed his target, leaving Koyama’s bruised lips and biting down hard on his shoulder again, teeth slipping over the material of his shirt. It hurt, would have broken the skin if Koyama’s shirt wasn’t in the way.
“Ah.” Koyama bit off a curse, pressing the heat of Ryo’s dick closer to his hip, dry friction and heat, blooming across all the places they’d left bruises.
“I want to.” Ryo hissed, a low grumbling sound, “bite and bite, and I could take you all inside.” He punctuated it with another harsh bite.
“Why?”
“Because that’s love isn’t it?”
Koyama laughed and laughed. How should he know? He pushed himself roughly into Ryo’s mind and twisted hard. Ryo howled lowly as he came, shaking and clinging to Koyama’s shoulders as they slumped against the wall, breathing heavy.
“Let’s go home.” Koyama laughed, wiping blood from his lips with the back of his hand. Ryo’s eyes danced, dark and hungry. Mindless, thoughtless, perfect hunger. “What do you say pet? So much more fun to have.”
“Okay.”
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The mission was an easy one, a little lamb led by Koyama bo-peep to the slaughter.
All he needed to do was wrap his long coat (mission coat, lots of pockets to secret away stuff) and smoke languidly as Ryo let the girl escape, she made a few stumbling steps before he was in front of her again, a predator just playing with his catch.
She was bleeding heavily from a shallow gash to her side, a bleeder, but not fatal. Yet.
Koyama hoisted himself up on a power unit, feeling the rumble in his bones and watched Ryo pounce, they both fell in a tumble, she lashed out with nails and teeth and Ryo didn’t even seem to notice. Another quick stab, Yasu getting his tip dirty as he sliced open the skin in her shoulder.
The text on his phone said ‘keep it quick’ but Koyama wasn’t in the mood to be told what to do; besides Ryo was having fun. Her terror was like sour candy, tinged with a bit of desperation as Ryo was unstoppable.
They had been lying low for a bit, waiting on orders and Ryo was just awful when he was bored, so Koyama would let him play.
She went for his eyes, and so Ryo went for hers. It was messy and bloody, but it stopped her screaming. Koyama hummed, the moment someone’s thoughts died used to terrify him, that moment between someone being there and the void, like something was rushing in to fill the blanks. He’d hated it when he was younger, then they died all around him, so many of them, and after that, well it didn’t bug him the way it used to.
Ryo’s sleeveless top was dripping, tacky splashes across the dark fabric. He let out a delighted little giggle, looking up to where Koyama was lounging.
“Want to see her heart?”
“Hm?”
Ryo was cleaning the flat of his knife with delicate kittenish flicks of his tongue.
“The heart is where the sins lie.”
Koyama honestly had no idea what Ryo was talking about, so he just shrugged. Bone isn’t easy to get through, a bigger knife, Hina if Koyama was right.When Ryo looked like he was seriously going to find her heart Koyama’s phone buzzed to life. ‘Get out now.’ He looked at the letters on his screen and sighed. Killjoy.
“Ryo.” Koyama snapped, sliding to his feet in a long graceful line.
“What?” He was all red splattered pale skin, he looked positively lovely.
“Pi says it’s time to go.”
“Don’t want to.” Ryo snapped his teeth. “I want her heart.”
“Ryo, heel.” He said it sickly sweet, and Ryo made an annoyed sound, standing gracefully, the knees of his pants ruined all down the front with random bits of gore.
“I want to give you her heart.” He was sulking, wiping his blade across his thigh so it would be clean when he sheathed it.
“Hold that thought, you might need it again.”
They left her body on the roof top, it was a message. The undersecretary of defence would think twice about withholding information from their employer again. Her ribs glistened in the pale moon light, and Koyama stepped daintily around the pool of bloodied gravel to the other side where Ryo was waiting for him.
‘Meet U there’
Koyama’s loafers clattered as they descended the stairs, loud smacking sounds. Ryo flowed in front of him, silent in his slippers and eagerly leaving rusty smudges along the walls like a trail of bread crumbs. They were almost black in the harsh fluorescent lighting that hummed in the stairwell. Ryo had cut off his own fingerprints in a fit or paranoia long before Koyama met him, the tips of his fingers all scarred and rough.
They reached the bottom without incident, no one bothered to take the stairs when the elevator worked fine. He paused on the other side of the door, he scanned the mind of the lobby guard, the only man awake there, he was so very bored.
“Kill him, cleanly.” Koyama whispered, leaning in close, Ryo smelled like spicy clean sweat and the metallic tang of blood. He followed the command with a sharp bite to his ear, and a light shove to the delicate small of his back.
He was soundless, a blood-streaked shadow with a gleeful smile. He wasn’t careful, just quiet. He rushed across the foyer before the other man even registered that he was in danger. He opened his mouth, and could only gurgle as Ryo jumped on him, snapping his neck easily. The pair of them went down hard on the tiled floor. Koyama walked leisurely out of the stairwell and dragged the body behind his desk where it couldn’t be seen.
They didn’t need to wait long before he could feel them coming. Four muted signatures slipping through the night. Four focused assassins with no idea they were stepping into a trap.
“The kittens have come to play.” Koyama murmured low, and Ryo made a small muted happy sound in his chest. “Don’t go easy on them.”
Their soft breathing was barely audible over the soft hum of the lights, tension snapping in the air. Ryo was probably salivating, licking at his scarred bottom lip, cheeks flushing with anticipation. Koyama’s own heart began to thunder for no reason other than sympathetic response. He felt almost giddy, a school girl approaching her crush. He could feel Ryo’s eager hunger, it was the exact same wavelength as when Ryo wanted sex, the same snapping intensity. It was a little flattering actually.
The front door opened slowly, letting in the soft night-time sounds from outside, the faint buzz of heat bugs, and the trace of the hiss of a breeze. The hushed steps of three of the assassins, the fourth was somewhere else, Koyama would deal with him when it came up. Their minds were taut, touching his with a controlled sort of intent, kittens on the hunt.
Koyama didn’t even need to say it, one moment Ryo was next to him, still as a stone, then the next he was vaulting over the desk, from 0 to 100 between one breath and the next. With a howl Ryo was rushing the three of them, Koyama’s delighted giggle adding to the mix as he followed Ryo over the desk at a more sedate pace.
“Shit.” Junno dodged, but just barely as Ryo sliced through the air.
Koki leapt with a small yell, the blades at the ends of his fingers flashing. They scraped across Ryo’s shoulder, but it didn’t even slow him, arms flashing out, going for playful strikes.
“Looks like you’re a little lost.” He mocked, meeting eyes with Ueda’s snapping with cold fury. “Or was there an evil man here waiting for your justice.”
“Piss off, freak.” Ueda, snarled, snapping his cross-bolt across his back and pulling out a short sword.
“You wound me.”
He fought with half his mind, it was all he needed; he could read the intent in Ueda’s body language even as his thoughts coalesced into movement. The other half was focused, digging, being none to gentle. They were after, ahh, the undersecretary for selling secrets. Couldn’t have that. Not after all the work they did to keep him in their pocket.
Koyama danced out of the way, a fraction too slow and his heavy wool coat was sliced right open. He was going to need a good tailor. He scowled.
“You’ll pay for that.” He sulked.
Ueda’s mind went tight for a moment, and Koyama didn’t have half an idea why. He wasn’t paying enough attention to the physical aspect of the fight. One moment he was watching Ueda shift his weight in preparation to lunge, reading the intent behind the movement.
Then he was being knocked out of the way, flung at the hard floor, and he crashed with a bone jarring thump as a longer sword sliced through the air where his chest had been. Ryo landed with him, squishing him in his haste to return to a crouching position, stepping on his hand, Hina sliding across the floor, but he had Subaru in hand, the curve wicked and more than ready.
Kame snarled, his and Ueda’s blades hitting with a metallic screech that resonated in his lungs as they had tried to cut through him. Koyama stared dumbly at the place where their blades rested against each other. One more moment and his heart would have been a kabob, it wasn’t the most settling thought. Ueda pulled out his cross-bow with his free hand, leaping on the advantage like the animal he was.
Ryo was cackling, as the four of them advanced slowly on him. That was close, and Koyama was never close to death- he was more than mortal. He was something divine, and the knowledge that he would have been killed settled into a cold fury in his stomach.
“Looks like it is time for our grand entrance.” Tegoshi giggled, standing in the open door way.
“Get up, Koyama.” YamaPi said blandly as Koyama pulled himself to his feet. Tegoshi’s eyes glowed for a moment and Ueda made a pained sound as the air around him constricted and he was flung off his feet, cross bow skidding across the tiled floor.
“You’re making us look bad.” Tegoshi whined, and Junno was rushing at them, Koki hot on his heels.
Koyama gleefully lost himself in the cramped melee after that.
After it was all said and done, Ryo was limping with a curiously smug expression on his face.
“Well that was fun.” YamaPi rotated his shoulder and pushed his glasses up his nose, his hair was all messed up and he was smiling a little absently to himself.
“Can we get ice cream on the way home? Please,” Tegoshi grinned at him, pleased as punch and barely sweaty, “I’m hungry.”
“Of course.” YamaPi said, “I could use some food myself.”
Ryo trotted over to him, smiling through the mess on his face, blood and scratches.
“YamaPi told me, if I wanted to keep you, I would need to watch you tonight.” Koyama was stunned; it was the sanest and probably creepiest thing Ryo had ever told him. “Keep you.”
Apparently Koyama was kept by a mad man. That might just be okay, because if Koyama wasn’t like anyone else, well neither was Ryo. Besides chances were they were going to die in a bloody smear before they had the chance to get bored with each other anyways. It was win-win one way or another.
“Thanks.”
“Hm.” Ryo just hummed, staring at him with huge dark eyes. Koyama delved into his mind, and found nothing but the familiar chaos, completely unreadable. Completely insane.
“Let’s skip the food and just go fuck.”
“Bring the food.” Ryo said decisively.
“Brilliant.”