And this happens when full-fledged assassins have one too many drinks
Title: Of twisted games and unsound bets
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Kaku/Lucci (in a very twisted, fucked up kind of way)
Topic: Vulnerable
Yeah, well, don't ask me where this came from. It happened in the way of 'I just hack random stuff into my laptop in the middle of the night'.
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The question “how on earth did this happen “escaped a rather drunk Kaku, as he stared down at a tied-up Lucci.
Earlier that evening:
Seeing that even the strongest needed some time off, CP9 had decided to go for a drink together.
One drink was followed by another and soon the governments deadliest were reduced to a happy heap of alcohol-induced mush.
Things went along peacefully, until Jyabura suggested that ‘Tease Lucci’ was a good pastime.
And as it happened, Kaku was the executive power.
“Oi, Lucci!”
Void eyes fixed on Kaku.
“I jus’ wonnered if ya ever played bottom.”
Not-entirely-void-anymore eyes widened and Kaku internally kissed his ass goodbye as he went on.
“’Cause, ya know, I think you bein’ all libido ‘n stuff couldn’t ‘take it’.”
Roaring laughter washed over them.
Luccis voice was undefiled ice.
“Certain circumstances require proper adjustments.”
Kaku snorted.
“No shit, pussycat.”
Luccis eyes narrowed.
“You want to bet?”
“You ‘n me try that? Yeah sure. If you’re gagged and bound, anytime.”
Once more laughter erupted.
…
“Fine.”
Dead silence and a multitude of spilled drinks followed that one word.
Kakus mind went blank.
“You… I… - what?”
And with the ominous clarity that only occurred in moments of utter inebriation Kaku knew he couldn’t back out, because Lucci couldn’t lose.
Back to the present:
So now Kaku stared down at Lucci, gag fixed with tape, wrists tied securely to the headboard (sea stone-collar went without saying).
He looked vulnerable.
In Kakus book, Lucci didn’t do vulnerable.
Lucci did bad-ass dominator-assassin, but definitely not vulnerable.
Crawling onto the bed and leaning over Lucci, Kaku wondered it had really been such a peach of an idea.
Morning proved it hadn’t, as he awoke to Lucci sitting on his chest, all smug expression and predatory smirk.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Kaku/Lucci (in a very twisted, fucked up kind of way)
Topic: Vulnerable
Yeah, well, don't ask me where this came from. It happened in the way of 'I just hack random stuff into my laptop in the middle of the night'.
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The question “how on earth did this happen “escaped a rather drunk Kaku, as he stared down at a tied-up Lucci.
Earlier that evening:
Seeing that even the strongest needed some time off, CP9 had decided to go for a drink together.
One drink was followed by another and soon the governments deadliest were reduced to a happy heap of alcohol-induced mush.
Things went along peacefully, until Jyabura suggested that ‘Tease Lucci’ was a good pastime.
And as it happened, Kaku was the executive power.
“Oi, Lucci!”
Void eyes fixed on Kaku.
“I jus’ wonnered if ya ever played bottom.”
Not-entirely-void-anymore eyes widened and Kaku internally kissed his ass goodbye as he went on.
“’Cause, ya know, I think you bein’ all libido ‘n stuff couldn’t ‘take it’.”
Roaring laughter washed over them.
Luccis voice was undefiled ice.
“Certain circumstances require proper adjustments.”
Kaku snorted.
“No shit, pussycat.”
Luccis eyes narrowed.
“You want to bet?”
“You ‘n me try that? Yeah sure. If you’re gagged and bound, anytime.”
Once more laughter erupted.
…
“Fine.”
Dead silence and a multitude of spilled drinks followed that one word.
Kakus mind went blank.
“You… I… - what?”
And with the ominous clarity that only occurred in moments of utter inebriation Kaku knew he couldn’t back out, because Lucci couldn’t lose.
Back to the present:
So now Kaku stared down at Lucci, gag fixed with tape, wrists tied securely to the headboard (sea stone-collar went without saying).
He looked vulnerable.
In Kakus book, Lucci didn’t do vulnerable.
Lucci did bad-ass dominator-assassin, but definitely not vulnerable.
Crawling onto the bed and leaning over Lucci, Kaku wondered it had really been such a peach of an idea.
Morning proved it hadn’t, as he awoke to Lucci sitting on his chest, all smug expression and predatory smirk.