FIC: Passion (1/1) NC-17
Title: Passion
Authour: Saitaina
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, Kuroba Toichi
Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Hakuba Saguru
Summary: Needs, wants, desires...hunger.
WARNINGS: Sex...and violence...with blood.
Notes: Got tired of my own madness, decided to play with someone else's. This is the sequel to Anesidoria...also, sorry about the random viewpoint switching, I had a whole long reason for it but it can be boiled down to the boys are freaking insane and the writing followed.
Passion
"Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead." (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "Passion")
He could feel the urge to bite simmering just under the surface, jaws snapping shut even as he kept his mouth closed against the urge, eyes screwed up with each bite and release. His tongue ran over the elongated canines in his mouth, the phantom sensation of blood pooling against his tongue, washing down his throat with each beat of another's heart.
He yawned, and his jaw snapped shut again, fighting, straining for the resilient push of soft flesh. Growling under his breath he buried his face in his arms, fingers clenched against the edge of his desk as he forced down the hunger, the need.
The bell rang, jerking him out of his thoughts and his head shot up as a hand touched his shoulder, the faint pulse against his ear driving him insane. He turned, ready to snap at (or into) the interloper only to find knowing amber eyes gazing back and Kaito stood, pushing away from his desk and following Saguru out of the classroom, moving against the tide of students who were eager for lunch.
He pressed the blond against the door of a supply closet, ignore the grunt of pain from the other teen as his mouth latched eagerly onto Saguru's neck, sucking at the flesh, a low whimper escaping him as he kneaded his hands against Saguru's chest. The door opened behind them and Kaito stumbled in after Saguru, kicking the door shut again as his teeth sank eagerly into the flesh offered, gulping mouthfuls of the rich, red blood below the surface.
Saguru hissed, his hands clenching at Kaito's waist, realizing they had gone too long between meals if Kaito was reacting this quickly. His hands pulled at Kaito's shirt pulling it free of the boy's waistband, eager fingers sliding under to caress the warm flesh beneath. His hands slid back down to Kaito's hips, grabbing and jerking the boy closer, hissing as their bodies pressed together, his own hunter rising, nails digging into soft flesh and thick cotton. "Kaito, please," he groaned, giving Kaito more of his neck.
Appetite sated, Kaito pulled free of Saguru's flesh, licking his lips to capture every red drop, before pulling Saguru down into a hungry kiss, sharing the taste of the blood he had sampled before shoving Saguru away, a wicked glint in his eyes. He licked his lips again, sinking elegantly to his knees, working the blond's belt free of it's confines, eyes never leaving Saguru's face as the detective leaned back against the shelves behind them, a hand brushing lightly over Kaito's face before burring itself in his hair.
Kaito wrapped his mouth around Saguru, sucking slowly at first, simply savoring the moment as he felt Saguru pet his head, long fingers gently massaging his scalp. There's was a simple partnership, Kaito needing blood to sustain Anesidora, and Saguru needing energy to sustain his eternal life, and easy trade off considering neither one of them could really get just what they needed anywhere else...but it was the softness, the quiet moments that sometimes made Kaito question wither or not there was something else...something more under the surface of needs and wants.
He reached a hand up, stroking in unison with his sucking, tongue lapping eagerly at the tip of Saguru as he raised his eyes up again, watching the blond. Saguru's eyes had closed, the blond limp and plaint as he fought not to thrust against Kaito's movements, breathing heavily through his nose as he felt his body come alive. He could eat for days, sleep for eternity, and never feel as awake and vibrant as he did when Kaito was wrapped around him, fueling him.
Kaito smirked slightly, his free hand reaching to stroke Saguru's thigh, increasing his pace a touch. They had been at this for over a month now, and Kaito was a fast study on just what were the right buttons to push to get Saguru going...and just how hard to push them. He pulled away fro a moment, shifting his jaw and taking a steadying breath before taking Saguru back into his mouth, deeper this time, fighting against the urge to gag and cough as he tightened his grip around the shaft, stroking opposite of his mouth's movements, sending conflicting signals to Saguru's brain, and turning the taller boy's legs into mush.
Saguru hissed deeply through his teeth, his hand clenching against Kaito's scalp, curling his hand into a fist in the boy's hair before he dug his nails into Kaito's flesh and hurt him. His hips gave an aborted thrust, promptly slammed back against the shelves by Kaito before they could finish the movement, amused blue eyes glittering up at Saguru before Kaito started humming.
The vibrations knocked Saguru over the edge, a bitten off cry escaping him as he held Kaito's head, braining happily shutting down as his orgasm surged through him. Kaito sat back on his heels, giving a few more laps to Saguru's length before pulling away fully, allowing the blond a chance to recover and put himself to rights before the magician stood, stealing a kiss that was too sharp and too bloody to be innocent. Licking the tips of his canine's, Kaito slipped away from the closet, leaving Saguru behind as he headed to class, a smirk on his lips.
…
They didn't expect for it to all go so horribly wrong.
Some how, in some fashion, Kaito had lost control of everything. Granted, Kaito wasn't God and he didn't control the world, but Saguru had forgotten...lost track of the fact that as hard as Kaito tried, he wasn't the puppet master pulling the strings, and no matter how hard he tried...they tried...the fate did so like playing humans for utter fools. As he sat in the cold, drafty jail cell, staring at the institutional white wall and the cot bolted into the floor, he could pick out each piece that went wrong, each moment where the strings started to fray.
It has been a simple, normal heist. The first one since Anesidora...the first one since this entire...disaster had started. It had all gone...absolutely perfectly (or horribly, depending on whose side of the fence you stood on), and then it all crashed down in a hail of gunfire and blood spraying across his face.
Kaito had been shot not a step away from freedom, his neck spilling open, blood creating a fine mist across the air as he twisted, hitting the roof railing with his thighs and tumbling over it. Saguru had gone after, not by choice or will, but by the sheer fact he had been reaching for Kaito at the time and had gotten tangled in the boy's legs and cape.
They hit the balcony two floor below, sending a plume of dirt from the flower bed into the air, bodies heaving in pain...they were immortal, not un-breakable, and by the glow of the searchlights and moon, Saguru realized something was wrong when he lifted his head, looking down into Kaito's glazed eyes.
There was a moment of oh fuck before Kaito had grabbed him, mouth already latched onto the laceration to his arm, hunger in over-drive as Anesidora worked to repair her host. The draw of blood from Saguru and his injuries created a chain reaction, his own body working with what little energy it had to repair the damage done to his body...and with each pull of Kaito's mouth, each swallow of blood that the magician leeched from him, his body demanded more energy faster, now, dying to heal him...to keep his heart beating.
Saguru growled softly, his own teeth biting against Kaito's neck, thrusting their hips together, desperate, searching, needing release...pleasure...fuel. Kaito hissed, gurgling the sound out though the blood, unsure if he was trying to shove Saguru away or pull the detective closer, focused down on the blood dripping from Saguru's body, desperately hungry, animistic in his need.
They rutted together, twisting and turning, each trying to claim the other, to consume them. Awareness was coming back to Kaito faster, only having to heal one body instead of two. Arms reached down and suddenly he was jerked away from the pleasurable meal, metal sliding around his wrists as Nakamori shook him. There was a grunt...almost a scream and a police officer went flying off the balcony to his death. Thief and Inspector turned, watching Saguru struggle against the officers trying to pin him down.
"Mine!" Saguru cried out, biting at the hands that got too close to his mouth, desperate golden eyes locked on Kaito as he shifted, turning, twisting free of the press of bodies on his own. He reached out, snatching Kaito's ankle, pulling the thief down as he climbed up and over Kaito's body, kicking out at the men trying to drag him away. "Get away from me!" The scream tore at his throat, cracking as it broke free, every bit the sound of a desperate man.
Kaito grabbed Saguru's wrist, ignoring the blond's scream of pain as his fracture caused the bones to slide together. He wrapped another arm around Saguru's waist as they stood and drug the insane detective towards the edge of the balcony and over it, disappearing into the night.
They didn't make it far...not with the way Saguru was clawing at Kaito, nearly sending them plummeting to their deaths for the second time that night. It was rushed, hurried and brutal, pure violence in an effort to get a need sated. Kaito ended up needing more blood by the time it was over and the sated detective was only more then happy to provide considering he now had more then enough to spare.
They tumbled into Saguru's bed as dawn broke, still wearing their bloody clothes, Saguru's larger body curling around Kaito's, protecting him, saving him.
They had an hour, before the Task Force broke in the door, grabbing at Saguru, a flurry of metal cuffs and restraints and then the room was empty, silent. Kaito crouched precariously on the inch wide ledge outside the window, praying that they were too distracted, too desperate to get Saguru that they didn't look...didn't notice.
The door to Saguru's cell clanged open and an officer stood there, cap low on his forehead, wisps of brown hair shadowing his eyes. Saguru looked at him for a moment before offering his wrists, the too tight restraints digging into his flesh, offering very little to stop the swelling of his fractured one as opposed to simply cutting off the circulation.
The officer gave a smirk, a flash of elongated canine before crossing over to the teenager, un-buckling the thick leather, nimble fingers picking the lock of the handcuffs beneath. "So, I have this invitation to Paris by a...friend, and I thought I might have more fun with someone who has already been..."
"I'm not paying for the ghost," Saguru said in reply, standing. He brushed his finger against Kaito's lips, watching as a sharp tooth traced a faint line over his flesh. "Hungry?"
"Famished," Kaito said with a grin, drawing Saguru's thumb into his mouth.
Toichi floated his way a few feet away from them, whistling. "Don't mind me, I'll be over here...not watching you two make out in a secure block of a crowded jail..."
The door slammed shut behind him and the elder thief had to smile, keeping watch for his son. Maybe things hadn't gone so horribly wrong after all...
Authour: Saitaina
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, Kuroba Toichi
Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Hakuba Saguru
Summary: Needs, wants, desires...hunger.
WARNINGS: Sex...and violence...with blood.
Notes: Got tired of my own madness, decided to play with someone else's. This is the sequel to Anesidoria...also, sorry about the random viewpoint switching, I had a whole long reason for it but it can be boiled down to the boys are freaking insane and the writing followed.
Passion
"Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead." (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "Passion")
He could feel the urge to bite simmering just under the surface, jaws snapping shut even as he kept his mouth closed against the urge, eyes screwed up with each bite and release. His tongue ran over the elongated canines in his mouth, the phantom sensation of blood pooling against his tongue, washing down his throat with each beat of another's heart.
He yawned, and his jaw snapped shut again, fighting, straining for the resilient push of soft flesh. Growling under his breath he buried his face in his arms, fingers clenched against the edge of his desk as he forced down the hunger, the need.
The bell rang, jerking him out of his thoughts and his head shot up as a hand touched his shoulder, the faint pulse against his ear driving him insane. He turned, ready to snap at (or into) the interloper only to find knowing amber eyes gazing back and Kaito stood, pushing away from his desk and following Saguru out of the classroom, moving against the tide of students who were eager for lunch.
He pressed the blond against the door of a supply closet, ignore the grunt of pain from the other teen as his mouth latched eagerly onto Saguru's neck, sucking at the flesh, a low whimper escaping him as he kneaded his hands against Saguru's chest. The door opened behind them and Kaito stumbled in after Saguru, kicking the door shut again as his teeth sank eagerly into the flesh offered, gulping mouthfuls of the rich, red blood below the surface.
Saguru hissed, his hands clenching at Kaito's waist, realizing they had gone too long between meals if Kaito was reacting this quickly. His hands pulled at Kaito's shirt pulling it free of the boy's waistband, eager fingers sliding under to caress the warm flesh beneath. His hands slid back down to Kaito's hips, grabbing and jerking the boy closer, hissing as their bodies pressed together, his own hunter rising, nails digging into soft flesh and thick cotton. "Kaito, please," he groaned, giving Kaito more of his neck.
Appetite sated, Kaito pulled free of Saguru's flesh, licking his lips to capture every red drop, before pulling Saguru down into a hungry kiss, sharing the taste of the blood he had sampled before shoving Saguru away, a wicked glint in his eyes. He licked his lips again, sinking elegantly to his knees, working the blond's belt free of it's confines, eyes never leaving Saguru's face as the detective leaned back against the shelves behind them, a hand brushing lightly over Kaito's face before burring itself in his hair.
Kaito wrapped his mouth around Saguru, sucking slowly at first, simply savoring the moment as he felt Saguru pet his head, long fingers gently massaging his scalp. There's was a simple partnership, Kaito needing blood to sustain Anesidora, and Saguru needing energy to sustain his eternal life, and easy trade off considering neither one of them could really get just what they needed anywhere else...but it was the softness, the quiet moments that sometimes made Kaito question wither or not there was something else...something more under the surface of needs and wants.
He reached a hand up, stroking in unison with his sucking, tongue lapping eagerly at the tip of Saguru as he raised his eyes up again, watching the blond. Saguru's eyes had closed, the blond limp and plaint as he fought not to thrust against Kaito's movements, breathing heavily through his nose as he felt his body come alive. He could eat for days, sleep for eternity, and never feel as awake and vibrant as he did when Kaito was wrapped around him, fueling him.
Kaito smirked slightly, his free hand reaching to stroke Saguru's thigh, increasing his pace a touch. They had been at this for over a month now, and Kaito was a fast study on just what were the right buttons to push to get Saguru going...and just how hard to push them. He pulled away fro a moment, shifting his jaw and taking a steadying breath before taking Saguru back into his mouth, deeper this time, fighting against the urge to gag and cough as he tightened his grip around the shaft, stroking opposite of his mouth's movements, sending conflicting signals to Saguru's brain, and turning the taller boy's legs into mush.
Saguru hissed deeply through his teeth, his hand clenching against Kaito's scalp, curling his hand into a fist in the boy's hair before he dug his nails into Kaito's flesh and hurt him. His hips gave an aborted thrust, promptly slammed back against the shelves by Kaito before they could finish the movement, amused blue eyes glittering up at Saguru before Kaito started humming.
The vibrations knocked Saguru over the edge, a bitten off cry escaping him as he held Kaito's head, braining happily shutting down as his orgasm surged through him. Kaito sat back on his heels, giving a few more laps to Saguru's length before pulling away fully, allowing the blond a chance to recover and put himself to rights before the magician stood, stealing a kiss that was too sharp and too bloody to be innocent. Licking the tips of his canine's, Kaito slipped away from the closet, leaving Saguru behind as he headed to class, a smirk on his lips.
…
They didn't expect for it to all go so horribly wrong.
Some how, in some fashion, Kaito had lost control of everything. Granted, Kaito wasn't God and he didn't control the world, but Saguru had forgotten...lost track of the fact that as hard as Kaito tried, he wasn't the puppet master pulling the strings, and no matter how hard he tried...they tried...the fate did so like playing humans for utter fools. As he sat in the cold, drafty jail cell, staring at the institutional white wall and the cot bolted into the floor, he could pick out each piece that went wrong, each moment where the strings started to fray.
It has been a simple, normal heist. The first one since Anesidora...the first one since this entire...disaster had started. It had all gone...absolutely perfectly (or horribly, depending on whose side of the fence you stood on), and then it all crashed down in a hail of gunfire and blood spraying across his face.
Kaito had been shot not a step away from freedom, his neck spilling open, blood creating a fine mist across the air as he twisted, hitting the roof railing with his thighs and tumbling over it. Saguru had gone after, not by choice or will, but by the sheer fact he had been reaching for Kaito at the time and had gotten tangled in the boy's legs and cape.
They hit the balcony two floor below, sending a plume of dirt from the flower bed into the air, bodies heaving in pain...they were immortal, not un-breakable, and by the glow of the searchlights and moon, Saguru realized something was wrong when he lifted his head, looking down into Kaito's glazed eyes.
There was a moment of oh fuck before Kaito had grabbed him, mouth already latched onto the laceration to his arm, hunger in over-drive as Anesidora worked to repair her host. The draw of blood from Saguru and his injuries created a chain reaction, his own body working with what little energy it had to repair the damage done to his body...and with each pull of Kaito's mouth, each swallow of blood that the magician leeched from him, his body demanded more energy faster, now, dying to heal him...to keep his heart beating.
Saguru growled softly, his own teeth biting against Kaito's neck, thrusting their hips together, desperate, searching, needing release...pleasure...fuel. Kaito hissed, gurgling the sound out though the blood, unsure if he was trying to shove Saguru away or pull the detective closer, focused down on the blood dripping from Saguru's body, desperately hungry, animistic in his need.
They rutted together, twisting and turning, each trying to claim the other, to consume them. Awareness was coming back to Kaito faster, only having to heal one body instead of two. Arms reached down and suddenly he was jerked away from the pleasurable meal, metal sliding around his wrists as Nakamori shook him. There was a grunt...almost a scream and a police officer went flying off the balcony to his death. Thief and Inspector turned, watching Saguru struggle against the officers trying to pin him down.
"Mine!" Saguru cried out, biting at the hands that got too close to his mouth, desperate golden eyes locked on Kaito as he shifted, turning, twisting free of the press of bodies on his own. He reached out, snatching Kaito's ankle, pulling the thief down as he climbed up and over Kaito's body, kicking out at the men trying to drag him away. "Get away from me!" The scream tore at his throat, cracking as it broke free, every bit the sound of a desperate man.
Kaito grabbed Saguru's wrist, ignoring the blond's scream of pain as his fracture caused the bones to slide together. He wrapped another arm around Saguru's waist as they stood and drug the insane detective towards the edge of the balcony and over it, disappearing into the night.
They didn't make it far...not with the way Saguru was clawing at Kaito, nearly sending them plummeting to their deaths for the second time that night. It was rushed, hurried and brutal, pure violence in an effort to get a need sated. Kaito ended up needing more blood by the time it was over and the sated detective was only more then happy to provide considering he now had more then enough to spare.
They tumbled into Saguru's bed as dawn broke, still wearing their bloody clothes, Saguru's larger body curling around Kaito's, protecting him, saving him.
They had an hour, before the Task Force broke in the door, grabbing at Saguru, a flurry of metal cuffs and restraints and then the room was empty, silent. Kaito crouched precariously on the inch wide ledge outside the window, praying that they were too distracted, too desperate to get Saguru that they didn't look...didn't notice.
The door to Saguru's cell clanged open and an officer stood there, cap low on his forehead, wisps of brown hair shadowing his eyes. Saguru looked at him for a moment before offering his wrists, the too tight restraints digging into his flesh, offering very little to stop the swelling of his fractured one as opposed to simply cutting off the circulation.
The officer gave a smirk, a flash of elongated canine before crossing over to the teenager, un-buckling the thick leather, nimble fingers picking the lock of the handcuffs beneath. "So, I have this invitation to Paris by a...friend, and I thought I might have more fun with someone who has already been..."
"I'm not paying for the ghost," Saguru said in reply, standing. He brushed his finger against Kaito's lips, watching as a sharp tooth traced a faint line over his flesh. "Hungry?"
"Famished," Kaito said with a grin, drawing Saguru's thumb into his mouth.
Toichi floated his way a few feet away from them, whistling. "Don't mind me, I'll be over here...not watching you two make out in a secure block of a crowded jail..."
The door slammed shut behind him and the elder thief had to smile, keeping watch for his son. Maybe things hadn't gone so horribly wrong after all...