(Dare:It's July 10th and Lord Bradley finds out (through an overly cheerful Knight of Three) that it's Suzaku's birthday. Drabble me this)
Twelve. Twelve times today he had heard that on this day eighteen years ago the filthy little creature known now as Sir Suzaku Kururugi spawned out of a gutter or some other destitute little hovel. The fact that each of these times this fact was forcefully brought to his attention was by means of an irritatingly cheerful blonde, did nothing to lighten his growing dark mood. He had to do something to alleviate his foul mood and since Percival was still having its drill repaired (there was just too much blood congealed in its mechanisms), the only logical conclusion was to give Suzaku a birthday present.
That evening, when Suzaku returned from several spontaneous birthday surprise outings, he found an elegantly wrapped box sitting on his bed. Curiously, he picked up the gift examining it, but there was no note to reveal who the sender was and Gino had already given him something. He considered leaving it till morning, but curiosity overpowered his desire for sleep and he stripped the red ribbon off the box. He lifted the lid and started a little. What lay inside was a leather whip, embellished with small barbs tangled in the long tethers, accompanying the whip was a small card with the number eighteen elegantly scrawled in dark ink.
“What on--” he began to wonder out loud but he suddenly felt a sharp prick on his arm and the room began to spin as his blood rushed in his ears. And then he fell.
Consciousness came with a stiff ache in his shoulders and a throbbing sensation pulsing in his skull. He shifted and two things came to his attention, the first being that he was not lying on the hard wood floor as he expected and the second, was that he was unable to move his arms. Suzaku slowly opened his eyes, seeing the ribbon previously tied around the box now tightly wound around his forearms, securing them together above his head. He squirmed uselessly against his bindings cursing softly when they refused to yield. A mocking chuckle drew his attention to the foot of the bed where Lord Bradley stood leaning against the headboard watching him.
“Lord Kururugi,” the man sneered, “I have to say vulnerability suits you quite well”
“L-Lord Bradley?” Suzaku stuttered, his tongue feeling heavy with the after effects of whatever he had been given, “wh..what are you doing?”
The man looked affronted, clutching his heart with one hand with a dramatic grimace. “Oh that hurts, I know we’ve had our differences before, but do you really think I’d be so cold as to not stop by and wish you a happy birthday?”
The smile he sent Suzaku then cause a chill to run down his spine and his eyes widened as he twisted desperately to be released. “I don’t understand,” actually he was beginning to, but he really didn’t want to.
“Oh don’t worry, dear” Luciano crooned, “I think you will soon enough. Oh, but before we start, I need a little insurance that our time together isn’t spoiled” and with that he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it around Suzaku’s mouth. “So, Eighteen years old” he hummed thoughtfully as he began unbuttoning the thrashing knight’s shirt,
“I believe the tradition is to give the honored person a kiss for each year but between us-” he paused, reaching down to pick up the whip on the ground and cracking it in the air “I think this is more appropriate don’t you?”
Twelve. Twelve times today he had heard that on this day eighteen years ago the filthy little creature known now as Sir Suzaku Kururugi spawned out of a gutter or some other destitute little hovel. The fact that each of these times this fact was forcefully brought to his attention was by means of an irritatingly cheerful blonde, did nothing to lighten his growing dark mood. He had to do something to alleviate his foul mood and since Percival was still having its drill repaired (there was just too much blood congealed in its mechanisms), the only logical conclusion was to give Suzaku a birthday present.
That evening, when Suzaku returned from several spontaneous birthday surprise outings, he found an elegantly wrapped box sitting on his bed. Curiously, he picked up the gift examining it, but there was no note to reveal who the sender was and Gino had already given him something. He considered leaving it till morning, but curiosity overpowered his desire for sleep and he stripped the red ribbon off the box. He lifted the lid and started a little. What lay inside was a leather whip, embellished with small barbs tangled in the long tethers, accompanying the whip was a small card with the number eighteen elegantly scrawled in dark ink.
“What on--” he began to wonder out loud but he suddenly felt a sharp prick on his arm and the room began to spin as his blood rushed in his ears. And then he fell.
Consciousness came with a stiff ache in his shoulders and a throbbing sensation pulsing in his skull. He shifted and two things came to his attention, the first being that he was not lying on the hard wood floor as he expected and the second, was that he was unable to move his arms. Suzaku slowly opened his eyes, seeing the ribbon previously tied around the box now tightly wound around his forearms, securing them together above his head. He squirmed uselessly against his bindings cursing softly when they refused to yield. A mocking chuckle drew his attention to the foot of the bed where Lord Bradley stood leaning against the headboard watching him.
“Lord Kururugi,” the man sneered, “I have to say vulnerability suits you quite well”
“L-Lord Bradley?” Suzaku stuttered, his tongue feeling heavy with the after effects of whatever he had been given, “wh..what are you doing?”
The man looked affronted, clutching his heart with one hand with a dramatic grimace. “Oh that hurts, I know we’ve had our differences before, but do you really think I’d be so cold as to not stop by and wish you a happy birthday?”
The smile he sent Suzaku then cause a chill to run down his spine and his eyes widened as he twisted desperately to be released. “I don’t understand,” actually he was beginning to, but he really didn’t want to.
“Oh don’t worry, dear” Luciano crooned, “I think you will soon enough. Oh, but before we start, I need a little insurance that our time together isn’t spoiled” and with that he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it around Suzaku’s mouth.
“So, Eighteen years old” he hummed thoughtfully as he began unbuttoning the thrashing knight’s shirt,
“I believe the tradition is to give the honored person a kiss for each year but between us-” he paused, reaching down to pick up the whip on the ground and cracking it in the air “I think this is more appropriate don’t you?”
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...Unfortunately, I am. :D
So Suzaku's gonna get eighteen lashes tonight, and then other things I suppose~?
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