Maou fic: The Arrangement (Naruse/Naoto, R/NC-17)
TITLE: The Arrangement
AUTHOR: Mnemosyne
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. The situation alone was my idea.
SUMMARY:
RATING: Hard-R/NC-17 (aka M)
FANDOM: Maou
CHARACTERS: Naruse Ryo/Serizawa Naoto
WARNINGS: Mild elements of bondage and domination
SPOILERS: General for the series
NOTES:
I started this ages ago as a birthday gift for rinalin, whose birthday was back in January. I am so on top of things it's not funny, ne? She had requested, among other things, dark Maou fic exploring the relationship between Naoto and Naruse. *drum roll* JAN!
Happy (super belated) birthday, Rinny-chan!
"In the days of angels, there never was pain. Do you believe me?"
"Yes..."
"I am not an angel. Do you believe me?"
"Yes..."
"I am a devil. Do you believe me?"
"...No..." Naoto gasped with pain as a searing path of candlewax dribbled across his collarbone. It cooled quickly, solidifying into a blood red ribbon of wax. Serizawa twisted his hands above his head, feeling the bite of his handcuffs around his wrists as they jangled against the headboard.
"Don't fight me, Naoto," Naruse murmured, his eyes deathly calm. It seemed utterly perverse to Naoto that the lawyer was fully clothed, not a hair out of place nor a button of his designer suit undone. Elegant fingers held a lit candle poised at an angle; Serizawa could see liquid wax pooling against the wick. There was no other light in the dark, windowless room. The air smelled of acrid chemicals and photographs papered the walls, visible only in flashes as the candlelight danced.
"Why do you fight me?" Ryo continued. "If you'd only be more agreeable, we wouldn't have to play these games." Another line of wax poured onto his chest, perpendicular to the first; a crude crucifix.
Naoto moaned as the candle's heat tracked it's way down his body, uncomfortably close to his throbbing cock. "We both know it isn't a game," he muttered through gritted teeth, then cried out as Naruse brushed the flame against his thigh, just close enough to hurt but brief enough to avoid a blister. There was the sharp, pungent scent of burning hair, then the heat dissipated.
"Fire and brimstone," the lawyer murmured, smiling in that strange and stately way of his. He dragged perfectly manicured nails across the singed hair on Naoto's thigh, irritating the reddened skin beneath. "I bring you fire and brimstone, and you deny that I'm a devil." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the sore spot on Naoto's leg, soothing the pain with a sweep of his tongue.
"Oh God..." Serizawa closed his eyes and bunched his hands, every muscle taut and straining.
"Perhaps you're right," Naruse murmured, his lips against Naoto's inner thigh. "Perhaps I'm not a devil. Perhaps you're the devil here." He kissed his way down Serizawa's leg as his hand drew the detective's knees up and apart, feet planted on the mattress.
Heat washed across Naoto's thighs and he forced his eyes open to see that Naruse had placed the burning pillar candle on the mattress between his raised legs. A pair of glittering black eyes in the darkness were all he could see of the lawyer who knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, gazing up Naoto's naked body through the flickering candle flame.
"From this angle you have horns," Naruse murmured, tracing the outline of Naoto's knees in the air in front of his face. "Perhaps you are the devil after all."
Serizawa was painfully aware of the burning candle between his legs and he spread his knees further apart to try and lessen the heat on his thighs. The candle swayed precariously as he shifted positions and he stilled, breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
"Are you afraid of the fire, devil?" Ryo's voice was soft and lilting, as though he were speaking to a child. He stood up slowly, a shadowy figure in the candlelight.
"You're a sick fuck," Naoto rasped, though he knew his words lacked much conviction thanks to his painfully hard erection, which only got harder when Naruse smiled.
"I'm not the one who came to your door begging for forgiveness, devil," the lawyer murmured benignly. He dragged his fingers along Naoto's body as he walked the length of the mattress to stand beside his head. "I'm not the one who pleaded for a truce. That was you. You said you'd give me anything, didn't you? Do you want to take it back?" A tarot card appeared in Naruse's hand, and he dropped it onto the pillow beside Naoto's head. "Do you want to take it all back?" Now he held an entire deck of cards, and he released them above Serizawa in a fluttering shower of glossy cardstock. Each card that fell on Naoto's skin felt like a cold, dead kiss.
Serizawa shuddered and opened his eyes to stare up at Naruse. "No," he said huskily. "I won't take it back."
The lawyer brushed delicate fingers across Naoto's face, as though his features were made of fine porcelain. His skin, Naoto noted, smelled soft and flowery, and the pads of his fingers were papery smooth. "Even the Devil was an angel once," Naruse murmured. "Angels aren't as angelic as people think. Angels are as bloody as demons."
He sank down to crouch beside the bed, his lips near Naoto's ear. "I have a secret to tell you," he murmured. "I don't want to kill you. I never wanted to kill you. I just wanted you to feel what I felt. I wanted to take away everything and everyone that you loved until you became as hollow as I was when you killed my brother and mother. Did you know you killed my mother, too, Serizawa-san? You didn't wield a knife to do it, but you killed her just the same. And you killed me. You killed Manaka Tomoo. That's three people's blood on your hands, Serizawa-san, and you haven't made penance for any of them yet. Angel or devil, it doesn't matter. You're bloody either way."
He moved closer and dragged his tongue across Naoto's cheek.
"Murderer," he whispered.
Naoto's back arched and he moaned as one of Naruse's hands slipped between his legs to squeeze his cock. The candle wobbled and he forced himself to hold still, biting his lip till he tasted blood as the lawyer's paper-smooth fingers began to move up and down.
"Murderer," Naruse whispered again. He might have been a machine for all the emotion his voice betrayed. "Filthy murderer. Liar. Thief. You stole my life. You stole my everything. Murderer. Coward. Liar. Thief."
Tears burned in Serizawa's throat. He stared at the ceiling, lost in shadows above him, and tried not to move as Naruse stroked him. Every word touched off a matchhead of shame inside him until his belly was full of fire. Emotion welled in his stomach, ready to explode, pressing at the base of his spine in tandem with his arousal. He blinked and felt twin tears streak down his temples.
Naoto leaned forward and kissed the tears away. "You're right," he whispered, pressing his fingers around the base of Naoto's cock. Serizawa cried out. "I'm not a devil. I'm your angel. I'm the only one who can forgive you. I'm the only one who can release you. That's all you really want, isn't it?" His thumb swept over the head of Naoto's cock. "Release."
"Please..."
"Hmm?"
"Please, Naruse-san..." The hot ball of tears in his throat made it difficult to speak.
"Again?"
"PLEASE!" His limbs were trembling. The candle flame licked against his inner thigh and he choked on a sob of pain, frustration and guilt. "PLEASE!"
Naruse smiled indulgently and took his hand away. "Not yet, Serizawa-san," he murmured as he stood up, leaving Naoto gasping and frustrated on the bed. "I have clients waiting for me."
Naoto stared after him with black, pained eyes as Naruse walked calmly to the door of the darkroom. "Tonight," Naoto choked, his fingers uncurling to reveal the handcuffs' key pressed in his palm. "I get you tonight."
Naruse paused, his hand on the doorknob as the cuffs fell away from Naoto's wrists. He turned his head ever so slightly, his profile illuminated faintly by the flicker of the candle still on the mattress between Serizawa's legs. "That was the arrangement," he said softly.
"I'm not the only one here with blood on his hands," Naoto murmured huskily, picking up the candle and raising it to eye level. "I won't be any more merciful on you than you were on me." A drip of wax pooled against his thumb. The burn made him wince but also helped distract from the continued ache of his erection.
Naruse's answering smile was bittersweet. "I don't want mercy, Serizawa-san," he said. "I want revenge." He raised his eyes to meet Naoto's gaze. "That pulsing, empty ache you feel? I've felt that way for eleven years."
"So have I."
They watched each other for a minute that felt like a year before Naruse looked away. "Then maybe we're doing this all wrong," he murmured, then slipped out of the room and closed the door, leaving Naoto alone in the candlelight.
Serizawa watched the door for a while, then turned his gaze to the candle flame. "Maybe," he rasped softly. "But what else can we do?"
He blew out the candle and sank back into darkness.
THE END
xposted to literarylemming, maou_drama, ikuta_toma, & jent_fanfics
AUTHOR: Mnemosyne
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. The situation alone was my idea.
SUMMARY:
RATING: Hard-R/NC-17 (aka M)
FANDOM: Maou
CHARACTERS: Naruse Ryo/Serizawa Naoto
WARNINGS: Mild elements of bondage and domination
SPOILERS: General for the series
NOTES:
I started this ages ago as a birthday gift for rinalin, whose birthday was back in January. I am so on top of things it's not funny, ne? She had requested, among other things, dark Maou fic exploring the relationship between Naoto and Naruse. *drum roll* JAN!
Happy (super belated) birthday, Rinny-chan!
"In the days of angels, there never was pain. Do you believe me?"
"Yes..."
"I am not an angel. Do you believe me?"
"Yes..."
"I am a devil. Do you believe me?"
"...No..." Naoto gasped with pain as a searing path of candlewax dribbled across his collarbone. It cooled quickly, solidifying into a blood red ribbon of wax. Serizawa twisted his hands above his head, feeling the bite of his handcuffs around his wrists as they jangled against the headboard.
"Don't fight me, Naoto," Naruse murmured, his eyes deathly calm. It seemed utterly perverse to Naoto that the lawyer was fully clothed, not a hair out of place nor a button of his designer suit undone. Elegant fingers held a lit candle poised at an angle; Serizawa could see liquid wax pooling against the wick. There was no other light in the dark, windowless room. The air smelled of acrid chemicals and photographs papered the walls, visible only in flashes as the candlelight danced.
"Why do you fight me?" Ryo continued. "If you'd only be more agreeable, we wouldn't have to play these games." Another line of wax poured onto his chest, perpendicular to the first; a crude crucifix.
Naoto moaned as the candle's heat tracked it's way down his body, uncomfortably close to his throbbing cock. "We both know it isn't a game," he muttered through gritted teeth, then cried out as Naruse brushed the flame against his thigh, just close enough to hurt but brief enough to avoid a blister. There was the sharp, pungent scent of burning hair, then the heat dissipated.
"Fire and brimstone," the lawyer murmured, smiling in that strange and stately way of his. He dragged perfectly manicured nails across the singed hair on Naoto's thigh, irritating the reddened skin beneath. "I bring you fire and brimstone, and you deny that I'm a devil." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the sore spot on Naoto's leg, soothing the pain with a sweep of his tongue.
"Oh God..." Serizawa closed his eyes and bunched his hands, every muscle taut and straining.
"Perhaps you're right," Naruse murmured, his lips against Naoto's inner thigh. "Perhaps I'm not a devil. Perhaps you're the devil here." He kissed his way down Serizawa's leg as his hand drew the detective's knees up and apart, feet planted on the mattress.
Heat washed across Naoto's thighs and he forced his eyes open to see that Naruse had placed the burning pillar candle on the mattress between his raised legs. A pair of glittering black eyes in the darkness were all he could see of the lawyer who knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, gazing up Naoto's naked body through the flickering candle flame.
"From this angle you have horns," Naruse murmured, tracing the outline of Naoto's knees in the air in front of his face. "Perhaps you are the devil after all."
Serizawa was painfully aware of the burning candle between his legs and he spread his knees further apart to try and lessen the heat on his thighs. The candle swayed precariously as he shifted positions and he stilled, breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
"Are you afraid of the fire, devil?" Ryo's voice was soft and lilting, as though he were speaking to a child. He stood up slowly, a shadowy figure in the candlelight.
"You're a sick fuck," Naoto rasped, though he knew his words lacked much conviction thanks to his painfully hard erection, which only got harder when Naruse smiled.
"I'm not the one who came to your door begging for forgiveness, devil," the lawyer murmured benignly. He dragged his fingers along Naoto's body as he walked the length of the mattress to stand beside his head. "I'm not the one who pleaded for a truce. That was you. You said you'd give me anything, didn't you? Do you want to take it back?" A tarot card appeared in Naruse's hand, and he dropped it onto the pillow beside Naoto's head. "Do you want to take it all back?" Now he held an entire deck of cards, and he released them above Serizawa in a fluttering shower of glossy cardstock. Each card that fell on Naoto's skin felt like a cold, dead kiss.
Serizawa shuddered and opened his eyes to stare up at Naruse. "No," he said huskily. "I won't take it back."
The lawyer brushed delicate fingers across Naoto's face, as though his features were made of fine porcelain. His skin, Naoto noted, smelled soft and flowery, and the pads of his fingers were papery smooth. "Even the Devil was an angel once," Naruse murmured. "Angels aren't as angelic as people think. Angels are as bloody as demons."
He sank down to crouch beside the bed, his lips near Naoto's ear. "I have a secret to tell you," he murmured. "I don't want to kill you. I never wanted to kill you. I just wanted you to feel what I felt. I wanted to take away everything and everyone that you loved until you became as hollow as I was when you killed my brother and mother. Did you know you killed my mother, too, Serizawa-san? You didn't wield a knife to do it, but you killed her just the same. And you killed me. You killed Manaka Tomoo. That's three people's blood on your hands, Serizawa-san, and you haven't made penance for any of them yet. Angel or devil, it doesn't matter. You're bloody either way."
He moved closer and dragged his tongue across Naoto's cheek.
"Murderer," he whispered.
Naoto's back arched and he moaned as one of Naruse's hands slipped between his legs to squeeze his cock. The candle wobbled and he forced himself to hold still, biting his lip till he tasted blood as the lawyer's paper-smooth fingers began to move up and down.
"Murderer," Naruse whispered again. He might have been a machine for all the emotion his voice betrayed. "Filthy murderer. Liar. Thief. You stole my life. You stole my everything. Murderer. Coward. Liar. Thief."
Tears burned in Serizawa's throat. He stared at the ceiling, lost in shadows above him, and tried not to move as Naruse stroked him. Every word touched off a matchhead of shame inside him until his belly was full of fire. Emotion welled in his stomach, ready to explode, pressing at the base of his spine in tandem with his arousal. He blinked and felt twin tears streak down his temples.
Naoto leaned forward and kissed the tears away. "You're right," he whispered, pressing his fingers around the base of Naoto's cock. Serizawa cried out. "I'm not a devil. I'm your angel. I'm the only one who can forgive you. I'm the only one who can release you. That's all you really want, isn't it?" His thumb swept over the head of Naoto's cock. "Release."
"Please..."
"Hmm?"
"Please, Naruse-san..." The hot ball of tears in his throat made it difficult to speak.
"Again?"
"PLEASE!" His limbs were trembling. The candle flame licked against his inner thigh and he choked on a sob of pain, frustration and guilt. "PLEASE!"
Naruse smiled indulgently and took his hand away. "Not yet, Serizawa-san," he murmured as he stood up, leaving Naoto gasping and frustrated on the bed. "I have clients waiting for me."
Naoto stared after him with black, pained eyes as Naruse walked calmly to the door of the darkroom. "Tonight," Naoto choked, his fingers uncurling to reveal the handcuffs' key pressed in his palm. "I get you tonight."
Naruse paused, his hand on the doorknob as the cuffs fell away from Naoto's wrists. He turned his head ever so slightly, his profile illuminated faintly by the flicker of the candle still on the mattress between Serizawa's legs. "That was the arrangement," he said softly.
"I'm not the only one here with blood on his hands," Naoto murmured huskily, picking up the candle and raising it to eye level. "I won't be any more merciful on you than you were on me." A drip of wax pooled against his thumb. The burn made him wince but also helped distract from the continued ache of his erection.
Naruse's answering smile was bittersweet. "I don't want mercy, Serizawa-san," he said. "I want revenge." He raised his eyes to meet Naoto's gaze. "That pulsing, empty ache you feel? I've felt that way for eleven years."
"So have I."
They watched each other for a minute that felt like a year before Naruse looked away. "Then maybe we're doing this all wrong," he murmured, then slipped out of the room and closed the door, leaving Naoto alone in the candlelight.
Serizawa watched the door for a while, then turned his gaze to the candle flame. "Maybe," he rasped softly. "But what else can we do?"
He blew out the candle and sank back into darkness.
THE END
xposted to literarylemming, maou_drama, ikuta_toma, & jent_fanfics