Mastermind-series
Kaku hadn’t expected to run into his superior in this remote hallway of Judiciary Tower.
But Rob Lucci was not alone by any means. Kalifa accompanied him in a… well, rather compromising fashion.
Inwardly, Kaku patted himself on the shoulder for giving the understatement of the year.
Because ‘compromising’ did not quite cover the hot flush on Kalifas face, the way Lucci pressed her into the wall or what his lips were doing on her collar bone.
He heard Kalifa whisper “Lucci, that’s sexual harassm-ngh!” She was efficiently cut off as Lucci shoved his tongue down her throat.
It was then that Lucci spared their audience a look.
The audience was rather aghast. Lucci slid his mouth further down Kalifas skin, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on Kaku, the latter deeply unsettled by the usual try-something-funny-and-you-die look.
Ultimately, Kaku fled when Lucci shoved a hand up Kalifas skirt and smirked at him.
Making sure nobody was nearby he collapsed against a wall and twisted his fingers into his shirtfront.
He pretended it was due to the cold he’d had last week - and definitely, definitely not because of the scene he’d just witnessed - that his breath came in short, ragged gasps; that his hands shook where they were pressed to his chest; that his heart was hammering against his ribs.
No, it was definitely not because he wished to be in Kalifas place, to feel those fingers on his body, those lips on his skin.
“Cooo!”
He looked up. Luccis pigeon sat in front of him, the top hat next to it and a look of absolute sadness around its beak.
It seemed to Kaku that he’s not the only one watching Luccis antics with something akin to distress.
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Title: Step 2: Strike home
Rating: PG
Word Count: 283
Pairing: Kaku/Lucci
Topic: Master
Kalifa scrutinized him from where she was seated in his armchair, trying to deduce why he had called her here. Kaku, in return, stared at her in complete silence, not providing any sort of satisfying answer.
“Kaku, may I ask why - “
“Stay away from him!”
Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
“Excuse me?”
He threw her a nasty look.
“I’ve seen you at it, you know.”
As his words registered, Kalifas cheeks went on fire.
“You - ! What - . How - ?!”
He cut her short before she could articulate something remotely coherent.
“Doesn’t matter. Now get lost. And stay the hell away from him!”
“That’s sexual harass-“
He crossed the distance between them in three swift strides, seized her by the collar and pulled her up to meet his eyes.
His glare held a disturbing glint.
“Listen, Kalifa. Never touch him again. Otherwise I’ll put my 1570-douriki-advantage to use.
Now get out of my room or else-“
“Kaku. That’s enough.”
Slowly, Kaku turned his head and surely, there was Lucci, leaning against the doorframe.
He released his grip on Kalifa and she bolted out the door, not failing to shoot him a vicious glance.
Now it was just him and Lucci. Alone. Shame if he didn’t take advantage of that.
A flick and the door slammed shut, another and he had Lucci pinned against the wall.
Something was off.
What was Lucci doing here in the first place?
Why was he putting up absolutely no resistance?
And why did he sport that god-awful I-know-something-you-don’t smirk?
“Mission accomplished.”
And then it sank in.
Lucci had known. All along.
Well, shit.
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Title: Step 3: Expose (the truth among other things)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 191
Pairing: Lucci/Kaku
Topic: Master
Kaku was mortified. Deeply so.
He glanced at Lucci.
“So, you knew I was...” ‘infatuated with you to the point that it borders madness’ he didn’t say.
Lucci nodded.
“And you used Kalifa as…“ ‘a decoy to get me jealous to hell and back’ he didn’t really need to say.
Lucci nodded again.
Kaku placed both hands flat on the black-clad chest before him.
“Rob Lucci, you are the most horrible, gruesome, manipulative bitch I ever had the misfortune to meet.”
Lucci smirked.
“I take that as a compliment.”
Without further ado, he shoved Kaku rather forcible onto the bed, effectively trapping him with his own body.
It eluded Kaku which was worse.
The fact that Lucci had known of his crush - and he shuddered at the teenage-girl-cliché that lingered in the word - or that he’d had fun making Kaku suffer just for the heck of it.
He couldn’t really be bothered to care anymore when he felt those long, skilful fingers all over his body and those divine lips on his.
Lucci was a sneaky bastard, but anything that involved the suicidal attempt of telling him could wait until morning.
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Come on, you know he'd do it. Lucci is sick like that :)
But Rob Lucci was not alone by any means. Kalifa accompanied him in a… well, rather compromising fashion.
Inwardly, Kaku patted himself on the shoulder for giving the understatement of the year.
Because ‘compromising’ did not quite cover the hot flush on Kalifas face, the way Lucci pressed her into the wall or what his lips were doing on her collar bone.
He heard Kalifa whisper “Lucci, that’s sexual harassm-ngh!” She was efficiently cut off as Lucci shoved his tongue down her throat.
It was then that Lucci spared their audience a look.
The audience was rather aghast. Lucci slid his mouth further down Kalifas skin, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on Kaku, the latter deeply unsettled by the usual try-something-funny-and-you-die look.
Ultimately, Kaku fled when Lucci shoved a hand up Kalifas skirt and smirked at him.
Making sure nobody was nearby he collapsed against a wall and twisted his fingers into his shirtfront.
He pretended it was due to the cold he’d had last week - and definitely, definitely not because of the scene he’d just witnessed - that his breath came in short, ragged gasps; that his hands shook where they were pressed to his chest; that his heart was hammering against his ribs.
No, it was definitely not because he wished to be in Kalifas place, to feel those fingers on his body, those lips on his skin.
“Cooo!”
He looked up. Luccis pigeon sat in front of him, the top hat next to it and a look of absolute sadness around its beak.
It seemed to Kaku that he’s not the only one watching Luccis antics with something akin to distress.
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Title: Step 2: Strike home
Rating: PG
Word Count: 283
Pairing: Kaku/Lucci
Topic: Master
Kalifa scrutinized him from where she was seated in his armchair, trying to deduce why he had called her here. Kaku, in return, stared at her in complete silence, not providing any sort of satisfying answer.
“Kaku, may I ask why - “
“Stay away from him!”
Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
“Excuse me?”
He threw her a nasty look.
“I’ve seen you at it, you know.”
As his words registered, Kalifas cheeks went on fire.
“You - ! What - . How - ?!”
He cut her short before she could articulate something remotely coherent.
“Doesn’t matter. Now get lost. And stay the hell away from him!”
“That’s sexual harass-“
He crossed the distance between them in three swift strides, seized her by the collar and pulled her up to meet his eyes.
His glare held a disturbing glint.
“Listen, Kalifa. Never touch him again. Otherwise I’ll put my 1570-douriki-advantage to use.
Now get out of my room or else-“
“Kaku. That’s enough.”
Slowly, Kaku turned his head and surely, there was Lucci, leaning against the doorframe.
He released his grip on Kalifa and she bolted out the door, not failing to shoot him a vicious glance.
Now it was just him and Lucci. Alone. Shame if he didn’t take advantage of that.
A flick and the door slammed shut, another and he had Lucci pinned against the wall.
Something was off.
What was Lucci doing here in the first place?
Why was he putting up absolutely no resistance?
And why did he sport that god-awful I-know-something-you-don’t smirk?
“Mission accomplished.”
And then it sank in.
Lucci had known. All along.
Well, shit.
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Title: Step 3: Expose (the truth among other things)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 191
Pairing: Lucci/Kaku
Topic: Master
Kaku was mortified. Deeply so.
He glanced at Lucci.
“So, you knew I was...” ‘infatuated with you to the point that it borders madness’ he didn’t say.
Lucci nodded.
“And you used Kalifa as…“ ‘a decoy to get me jealous to hell and back’ he didn’t really need to say.
Lucci nodded again.
Kaku placed both hands flat on the black-clad chest before him.
“Rob Lucci, you are the most horrible, gruesome, manipulative bitch I ever had the misfortune to meet.”
Lucci smirked.
“I take that as a compliment.”
Without further ado, he shoved Kaku rather forcible onto the bed, effectively trapping him with his own body.
It eluded Kaku which was worse.
The fact that Lucci had known of his crush - and he shuddered at the teenage-girl-cliché that lingered in the word - or that he’d had fun making Kaku suffer just for the heck of it.
He couldn’t really be bothered to care anymore when he felt those long, skilful fingers all over his body and those divine lips on his.
Lucci was a sneaky bastard, but anything that involved the suicidal attempt of telling him could wait until morning.
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Come on, you know he'd do it. Lucci is sick like that :)