Scalpel Slut
Title: Scalpel Slut
Author: risaki_chan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kisaki x Riku/ Loki x Riku (sorta)
Warning: AU, Man x Man, smut, blood
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Nor do I own anything of Repo The Genetic Opera. I am merely writing this cause I am a twisted person.
Notes: I have been in a Repo mood and this just kind of floated its way into my head while I was listening to Zydrate Anatomy.
And yes I was listening to Zydrate Anatomy while I was writing this >3>
Also yes I had fun making Riku a supreme slut XD
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Surgery.
It seemed as thought it was something that would never come to an end for the younger blonde man travelling down the dark alley way to someone of special interest to him. At least it wasn't empty, otherwise he would have had something to worry about. At least the rest of what they called Scalpel Sluts were out and about. Then again they were most likely out for the same reason that Riku was.
GeneCo was doing one of their sales of sorts, and the way Riku figured it, since Kisaki was the head of the company and the blonde was of a certain interest to him, now would be the perfect time to get another surgery without having to worry about the cost. Not that he thought Kisaki would send a Repo Man after him if he didn't pay anyways.
He took a turn, seeing a grave robber that he had befriended a long time ago. Well befriend was an understatement, but Kisaki didn't need to know that.
"Loki," he practically purred out as he stepped in front of the mask clad man. The one who he had called Loki looked up hearing the familiar voice. It didn't matter how much work Riku had done to his face or body, the Grave Robber would never mistaken that voice. He had heard it enough after all.
"What do you want?" he asked out of a habit of sorts. Although it couldn't be seen, the Grave Robber smirked underneath of his mask, knowing full well what the other was after once he narrowed his eyes. Apparently wanting to get straight to business today. "You keep getting worse and worse," Loki started, standing to his full height, "How many times have you come here searching for Zydrate this month alone?"
Frowning at his comment, Riku placed his hands on his hips, "I don't think that is any of your business."
"But it is...After all," he circled around the blonde, "If it weren't for me, you'd be in agony," he made sure to hiss the word "agony" in Riku's ear, seeing the blonde man shudder as he felt Loki's hot breath on his neck through the fabric of the mask.
"Sometimes I wonder why I deal with you," Riku growled out, starting to get impatient.
Loki couldn't help the devilish chuckle that left his throat, "You really are addicted to the knife," he spoke as he spun around on his heals, going back to where he had been seated. Opening a box that contained a small gun with a needle for a tip, and then also inside of the case were small vials that glow a light blue.
Zydrate.
What Riku had come here for. Staring at the two items, and following them as soon as Loki had picked them up. Starting to load the small gun, not unlike a battery. When Riku heard the gun make a faint humming noise, signalling that it was ready and just waiting to go, made the blonde sigh in relief. The Grave Robber had heard the almost silent sound. It had become something he was used to from Riku. This man alone kept him in good business.
"You know the deal, pay before you get shot," Loki said with another one of those devilish smirks that was hidden behind the mask. The blonde didn't need the mask to be off to know that it was there too. Huffing, he dug into his pockets, pulling out the usual amount that Loki took which wasn't cheap. Never the less, he placed the money in the slightly taller man's hand, who quickly pocketed it, "A pleasure as always my dear slut."
He would have mouth off at the insult, but held his tongue as he felt the sharp stinging feeling of the needle piercing his thigh. Looking down to see Loki's hands at his thighs, one holding it in place while the other removed the gun. He felt the strange liquid starting to course through his veins, and that almost high feeling wash over him. Pierced lips parted as he sucked in a deep breath, his head lolling to the side as eyes fluttered shut.
The look on his face was the same one that Loki had seen many a time before. He truly was a whore in every sense of the word. Addicted to the knife and willing to do just about anything so long as he could get cut. The Grave Robber grinned letting his arms twist around the thin waist of the blonde in front of him who quickly pushed back into his own body. Seeming to crave the touch. Typical of Riku. Fingers tracing over the bare skin of the shorter man's stomach, tracing over one of the scars from his last surgery. "Slut," he breathed, knowing that Riku wouldn't care now. Now that he had his Zydrate in his body. How many scars the blonde had all over his body was a mystery. More and more just appeared.
"I have to see Kisaki," Riku groaned out, his body betraying him. His mind knew that he had to get back to Kisaki otherwise the head of GeneCo would know that he was out and doing something illegal. The man could only get away with this so many times before Kisaki would become an issue. His mind was in turmoil and trying to fight off what he body wanted.
The Grave Robber Loki didn't seem to care about Riku's dilemma, more interested in his own wants and needs. His finger nails lightly picking at the stitches that held his skin together, making the blonde hiss in slight discomfort. But due the numbing effect of the Zydrate it was more like an itch at this point. His breathing had become laboured and Riku found himself turning so that his eyes met Loki's. Staring into those dark golden orbs before his own arms lifted from his sides and pressing himself as close the Grave Robber as he could, about to take off the mask. Larger hands stopped his and the Grave Robber shook his head, and almost angered look flashed in his eyes.
Of all the times that Riku had been here with the man, he had never taken off that mask. "It can’t be nothing a little surgery can't fix," he muttered, assuming that the reason Loki hide his face was due to some sort of imperfection.
"I don’t have the luxury," the taller spoke, "I have the law after me as it is, I don’t think I need a Repo Man on my ass as well."
The blonde pouted a little, wanting to see the Grave Robber's face "Be off with you," Loki finally shouted, pushing the smaller man away from him. "Don’t you have someone else that you should be screwing."
Flushed from the previous contact, it was hard to send a real glare at the man. Not to mention he was just feeling…good from the injection. "I don’t want to wait," he murmured out, inching back to Loki who pushed him away again followed by starting to walk away from the blonde. "You know where to find me when you are seeing the knife again slut.," was the last thing he said to Riku before the shadows consumed his figure.
~*~
Another scar marked a once perfect body, and once again, a new face for the same man. A now black haired Riku stepped into the elevator, punching in the button that would lead him to the top of GeneCo and to where Kisaki was waiting for him.
His fingers traced along the new scar that was at his neck. Feeling the stitches and the dried blood and shivering. The effects of the Zydrate were still going strong. At least Loki gave him a good dose of it.
A few moments after the elevator started, it stopped. Right where Riku wanted to be. Stepping out and rounding a corner only to open a door, lead him to Kisaki. The red haired man looked up from his work, seeing the younger man standing there.
"Riku?" he asked, seeing that once again he had changed.
"Who else would it be?"
With all the scars that were on his body, it would have been impossible to mistaken Riku. "What did you do this time?" the owner asked while he scribbled down something on a sheet of paper.
"This," the raven haired man said as his fingers traced along the scar again, just like he had before entering the office. "It will help my voice," he purred leaning in to get close the older man. He nodded, lifting his head from his work, and allowing himself to look at the mark that made its way across the front of Riku's throat.
Then his eyes shifted down to one of the marks on his shoulder down to his collar bone.
Then the one across his chest through the net shirt he wore.
The two on his stomach, one leading going diagonally to the hip.
His mind then wondered the numerous that he knew Riku had all over his back.
There was no other word for Riku then Scalpel Slut. The title was made just for him at this point. The only reason he kept this slut around was because of the mere fact that he got a rise out of this whore.
Kisaki's lips barely touched Riku's own, making the raven haired man gasp as the light touch, "You saw your dealer tonight didn't you?" the owner asked, even though there was no need to, "You're more anxious then usual," he sneered as he stood up, starting to move into the other room of his office. His own personal room.
Obediently, Riku followed him, being sure to close the door and lock it behind them. Arms wrapped around his thin waist, and another one of those pleasured sighs escaped pierced lips. "I knew it," Kisaki growled, fingers digging roughly into one of the scars that still had stitches.
Riku released a sharp breath, pain hitting him. Still dulled compared to what it should have been, but never the less it hurt. Even still he pressed himself closer to Kisaki. It didn't matter if the older man hurt him. He almost seemed to get off on injuring him, and making his body ache in pain. Kisaki was just a sadist that way.
And Riku was more then willing to be his masochist.
"Slut."
A sigh left the black haired man's lips, "I've heard that enough."
"You can deny the truth," the owner stated sinking his teeth into his neck, not bothering to pay attention to where the wounds were and effectively breaking the scabs. Blood starting to leak from the whore's body.
The dark haired man groaned softly, half in pain as he exhaled the other's name as a hot tongue licked at the lesion that was opened again. Licking at the seeping blood for a moment, before turning the dark haired man in front of him around and forcing him into a brutal kiss. Pushing him against the couch that was in the private office. The younger of the two moaned quietly as he felt their bodies touch. His exposed skin from his barely there clothing, touching the smooth and soft fabric of Kisaki's clothes.
At least he knew that those clothes wouldn't last long, and soon it would be hot skin against hot skin. Riku's fingers started touching the smooth fabric, sliding down so that he with the help of Kisaki, could pull the formal jacket off of the other man's broad shoulders. Once the jacket was off, the rest was easy picking between the two of them. That and it wasn't like Riku wore a terrible amount himself.
Once the barrier of clothes was gone, Kisaki sat himself on the dark haired man's hips. Eyes glancing over the lines that the scars made. The red head ran a finger along the lines, watching as Riku's eyes rolled to the back of his head. A breathless moan emitted from his throat, Kisaki's name fell from those pierced lips.
The owner of the company moaned himself, his fingers running along every inch of Riku's skin. Shivering in pleasure as he felt the rise in the skin several times before his fingers barely brushed over the smaller man's erection. Back arched at the touch, and a needy groan sounded from Riku.
"K-Ki-Saki," he started begging. He wanted it now. Couldn’t wait, just had to have. Not unlike how he wanted the Zydrate.
The owner of the company knew what the other wanted, and was fine in indulging him. Kisaki took the other, flipping him over so that his chest was pressed against the arm of the couch, his backend facing up for the red head.
He could feel fingers tracing around his entrance, and all Riku could do was whimper in anticipation. His tattered body craving more and more and getting more and more anxious as the seconds passed before Kisaki finally slipped a finger inside of his body.
It just wasn't enough for the slut. He moaned wantonly, pushing back into the finger as the words more left him.
The red head couldn’t help but shake his head a little as he pulled his finger from the other, only to replace it with his own erection. Not bothering to give Riku any sort of warning as he forced his way inside of the other's tight body.
Shrieking from the sudden intrusion, Riku's face was force over the edge of the arm of the couch. His body should have been racked with pain, but instead it just felt amazing.
Then Kisaki started moving. No slow steady pace, no. He pounded into the other while he ran his tongue along one of many scars on the dark haired man's back. While fingers busied themselves at Riku's hips. Nails digging deeply into the wound there, far more then any of the others. So much so that there was actually a fair amount of bloody running down his fingers.
Such a broken whore.
The fact that it didn't bother Riku and that he was getting off on being mutilated repulsed Kisaki. Hurting the man was one thing. But what he was doing the man's hip was a little much. He could have prodded at the raven haired man's organs if he wanted. And here was Riku moaning like a fool and asking for more and more as he dug deeper inside of the skin.
Despite all of this, he kept moving inside the dark haired man's body. Listening to every moan that escaped from Riku's lips. Knowing full well by the sound that the other was close to his peak.
A few more well angled thrusts and that was the end for Riku who cried out loudly. Spilling his seed on the couch. Breathing heavily as Kisaki continued moving in him, tossing him around like a doll for a while before the red head finally came himself.
He groaned, rolling himself off of Riku, reaching out for his jacket and wiping the blood that he had gotten on his hand onto that. It was easy enough to replace after all.
With a drowsy look n his face, Riku looked at the owner, wondering what he was going to do next.
"Get out."
Nodding at the simple request, the raven haired man decided that it was better to just do that. Gathering all of his clothes, he looked back over at the man who had resumed working after throwing back on his pants and shirt just moments ago, at his desk and paid the smaller no mind as he dressed himself.
Once dressed in his usual attire, the slut stepped into the office. Only staying for a moment long enough so that he could make sure that Kisaki needed nothing else from him before he had decided that it was time fro him to remove himself from this place.
When a soft ding form the elevator sounded, alerting Kisaki that the elevator was back and that there was nobody in it, he sighed again.
"Slut."
Author: risaki_chan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kisaki x Riku/ Loki x Riku (sorta)
Warning: AU, Man x Man, smut, blood
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Nor do I own anything of Repo The Genetic Opera. I am merely writing this cause I am a twisted person.
Notes: I have been in a Repo mood and this just kind of floated its way into my head while I was listening to Zydrate Anatomy.
And yes I was listening to Zydrate Anatomy while I was writing this >3>
Also yes I had fun making Riku a supreme slut XD
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Surgery.
It seemed as thought it was something that would never come to an end for the younger blonde man travelling down the dark alley way to someone of special interest to him. At least it wasn't empty, otherwise he would have had something to worry about. At least the rest of what they called Scalpel Sluts were out and about. Then again they were most likely out for the same reason that Riku was.
GeneCo was doing one of their sales of sorts, and the way Riku figured it, since Kisaki was the head of the company and the blonde was of a certain interest to him, now would be the perfect time to get another surgery without having to worry about the cost. Not that he thought Kisaki would send a Repo Man after him if he didn't pay anyways.
He took a turn, seeing a grave robber that he had befriended a long time ago. Well befriend was an understatement, but Kisaki didn't need to know that.
"Loki," he practically purred out as he stepped in front of the mask clad man. The one who he had called Loki looked up hearing the familiar voice. It didn't matter how much work Riku had done to his face or body, the Grave Robber would never mistaken that voice. He had heard it enough after all.
"What do you want?" he asked out of a habit of sorts. Although it couldn't be seen, the Grave Robber smirked underneath of his mask, knowing full well what the other was after once he narrowed his eyes. Apparently wanting to get straight to business today. "You keep getting worse and worse," Loki started, standing to his full height, "How many times have you come here searching for Zydrate this month alone?"
Frowning at his comment, Riku placed his hands on his hips, "I don't think that is any of your business."
"But it is...After all," he circled around the blonde, "If it weren't for me, you'd be in agony," he made sure to hiss the word "agony" in Riku's ear, seeing the blonde man shudder as he felt Loki's hot breath on his neck through the fabric of the mask.
"Sometimes I wonder why I deal with you," Riku growled out, starting to get impatient.
Loki couldn't help the devilish chuckle that left his throat, "You really are addicted to the knife," he spoke as he spun around on his heals, going back to where he had been seated. Opening a box that contained a small gun with a needle for a tip, and then also inside of the case were small vials that glow a light blue.
Zydrate.
What Riku had come here for. Staring at the two items, and following them as soon as Loki had picked them up. Starting to load the small gun, not unlike a battery. When Riku heard the gun make a faint humming noise, signalling that it was ready and just waiting to go, made the blonde sigh in relief. The Grave Robber had heard the almost silent sound. It had become something he was used to from Riku. This man alone kept him in good business.
"You know the deal, pay before you get shot," Loki said with another one of those devilish smirks that was hidden behind the mask. The blonde didn't need the mask to be off to know that it was there too. Huffing, he dug into his pockets, pulling out the usual amount that Loki took which wasn't cheap. Never the less, he placed the money in the slightly taller man's hand, who quickly pocketed it, "A pleasure as always my dear slut."
He would have mouth off at the insult, but held his tongue as he felt the sharp stinging feeling of the needle piercing his thigh. Looking down to see Loki's hands at his thighs, one holding it in place while the other removed the gun. He felt the strange liquid starting to course through his veins, and that almost high feeling wash over him. Pierced lips parted as he sucked in a deep breath, his head lolling to the side as eyes fluttered shut.
The look on his face was the same one that Loki had seen many a time before. He truly was a whore in every sense of the word. Addicted to the knife and willing to do just about anything so long as he could get cut. The Grave Robber grinned letting his arms twist around the thin waist of the blonde in front of him who quickly pushed back into his own body. Seeming to crave the touch. Typical of Riku. Fingers tracing over the bare skin of the shorter man's stomach, tracing over one of the scars from his last surgery. "Slut," he breathed, knowing that Riku wouldn't care now. Now that he had his Zydrate in his body. How many scars the blonde had all over his body was a mystery. More and more just appeared.
"I have to see Kisaki," Riku groaned out, his body betraying him. His mind knew that he had to get back to Kisaki otherwise the head of GeneCo would know that he was out and doing something illegal. The man could only get away with this so many times before Kisaki would become an issue. His mind was in turmoil and trying to fight off what he body wanted.
The Grave Robber Loki didn't seem to care about Riku's dilemma, more interested in his own wants and needs. His finger nails lightly picking at the stitches that held his skin together, making the blonde hiss in slight discomfort. But due the numbing effect of the Zydrate it was more like an itch at this point. His breathing had become laboured and Riku found himself turning so that his eyes met Loki's. Staring into those dark golden orbs before his own arms lifted from his sides and pressing himself as close the Grave Robber as he could, about to take off the mask. Larger hands stopped his and the Grave Robber shook his head, and almost angered look flashed in his eyes.
Of all the times that Riku had been here with the man, he had never taken off that mask. "It can’t be nothing a little surgery can't fix," he muttered, assuming that the reason Loki hide his face was due to some sort of imperfection.
"I don’t have the luxury," the taller spoke, "I have the law after me as it is, I don’t think I need a Repo Man on my ass as well."
The blonde pouted a little, wanting to see the Grave Robber's face "Be off with you," Loki finally shouted, pushing the smaller man away from him. "Don’t you have someone else that you should be screwing."
Flushed from the previous contact, it was hard to send a real glare at the man. Not to mention he was just feeling…good from the injection. "I don’t want to wait," he murmured out, inching back to Loki who pushed him away again followed by starting to walk away from the blonde. "You know where to find me when you are seeing the knife again slut.," was the last thing he said to Riku before the shadows consumed his figure.
~*~
Another scar marked a once perfect body, and once again, a new face for the same man. A now black haired Riku stepped into the elevator, punching in the button that would lead him to the top of GeneCo and to where Kisaki was waiting for him.
His fingers traced along the new scar that was at his neck. Feeling the stitches and the dried blood and shivering. The effects of the Zydrate were still going strong. At least Loki gave him a good dose of it.
A few moments after the elevator started, it stopped. Right where Riku wanted to be. Stepping out and rounding a corner only to open a door, lead him to Kisaki. The red haired man looked up from his work, seeing the younger man standing there.
"Riku?" he asked, seeing that once again he had changed.
"Who else would it be?"
With all the scars that were on his body, it would have been impossible to mistaken Riku. "What did you do this time?" the owner asked while he scribbled down something on a sheet of paper.
"This," the raven haired man said as his fingers traced along the scar again, just like he had before entering the office. "It will help my voice," he purred leaning in to get close the older man. He nodded, lifting his head from his work, and allowing himself to look at the mark that made its way across the front of Riku's throat.
Then his eyes shifted down to one of the marks on his shoulder down to his collar bone.
Then the one across his chest through the net shirt he wore.
The two on his stomach, one leading going diagonally to the hip.
His mind then wondered the numerous that he knew Riku had all over his back.
There was no other word for Riku then Scalpel Slut. The title was made just for him at this point. The only reason he kept this slut around was because of the mere fact that he got a rise out of this whore.
Kisaki's lips barely touched Riku's own, making the raven haired man gasp as the light touch, "You saw your dealer tonight didn't you?" the owner asked, even though there was no need to, "You're more anxious then usual," he sneered as he stood up, starting to move into the other room of his office. His own personal room.
Obediently, Riku followed him, being sure to close the door and lock it behind them. Arms wrapped around his thin waist, and another one of those pleasured sighs escaped pierced lips. "I knew it," Kisaki growled, fingers digging roughly into one of the scars that still had stitches.
Riku released a sharp breath, pain hitting him. Still dulled compared to what it should have been, but never the less it hurt. Even still he pressed himself closer to Kisaki. It didn't matter if the older man hurt him. He almost seemed to get off on injuring him, and making his body ache in pain. Kisaki was just a sadist that way.
And Riku was more then willing to be his masochist.
"Slut."
A sigh left the black haired man's lips, "I've heard that enough."
"You can deny the truth," the owner stated sinking his teeth into his neck, not bothering to pay attention to where the wounds were and effectively breaking the scabs. Blood starting to leak from the whore's body.
The dark haired man groaned softly, half in pain as he exhaled the other's name as a hot tongue licked at the lesion that was opened again. Licking at the seeping blood for a moment, before turning the dark haired man in front of him around and forcing him into a brutal kiss. Pushing him against the couch that was in the private office. The younger of the two moaned quietly as he felt their bodies touch. His exposed skin from his barely there clothing, touching the smooth and soft fabric of Kisaki's clothes.
At least he knew that those clothes wouldn't last long, and soon it would be hot skin against hot skin. Riku's fingers started touching the smooth fabric, sliding down so that he with the help of Kisaki, could pull the formal jacket off of the other man's broad shoulders. Once the jacket was off, the rest was easy picking between the two of them. That and it wasn't like Riku wore a terrible amount himself.
Once the barrier of clothes was gone, Kisaki sat himself on the dark haired man's hips. Eyes glancing over the lines that the scars made. The red head ran a finger along the lines, watching as Riku's eyes rolled to the back of his head. A breathless moan emitted from his throat, Kisaki's name fell from those pierced lips.
The owner of the company moaned himself, his fingers running along every inch of Riku's skin. Shivering in pleasure as he felt the rise in the skin several times before his fingers barely brushed over the smaller man's erection. Back arched at the touch, and a needy groan sounded from Riku.
"K-Ki-Saki," he started begging. He wanted it now. Couldn’t wait, just had to have. Not unlike how he wanted the Zydrate.
The owner of the company knew what the other wanted, and was fine in indulging him. Kisaki took the other, flipping him over so that his chest was pressed against the arm of the couch, his backend facing up for the red head.
He could feel fingers tracing around his entrance, and all Riku could do was whimper in anticipation. His tattered body craving more and more and getting more and more anxious as the seconds passed before Kisaki finally slipped a finger inside of his body.
It just wasn't enough for the slut. He moaned wantonly, pushing back into the finger as the words more left him.
The red head couldn’t help but shake his head a little as he pulled his finger from the other, only to replace it with his own erection. Not bothering to give Riku any sort of warning as he forced his way inside of the other's tight body.
Shrieking from the sudden intrusion, Riku's face was force over the edge of the arm of the couch. His body should have been racked with pain, but instead it just felt amazing.
Then Kisaki started moving. No slow steady pace, no. He pounded into the other while he ran his tongue along one of many scars on the dark haired man's back. While fingers busied themselves at Riku's hips. Nails digging deeply into the wound there, far more then any of the others. So much so that there was actually a fair amount of bloody running down his fingers.
Such a broken whore.
The fact that it didn't bother Riku and that he was getting off on being mutilated repulsed Kisaki. Hurting the man was one thing. But what he was doing the man's hip was a little much. He could have prodded at the raven haired man's organs if he wanted. And here was Riku moaning like a fool and asking for more and more as he dug deeper inside of the skin.
Despite all of this, he kept moving inside the dark haired man's body. Listening to every moan that escaped from Riku's lips. Knowing full well by the sound that the other was close to his peak.
A few more well angled thrusts and that was the end for Riku who cried out loudly. Spilling his seed on the couch. Breathing heavily as Kisaki continued moving in him, tossing him around like a doll for a while before the red head finally came himself.
He groaned, rolling himself off of Riku, reaching out for his jacket and wiping the blood that he had gotten on his hand onto that. It was easy enough to replace after all.
With a drowsy look n his face, Riku looked at the owner, wondering what he was going to do next.
"Get out."
Nodding at the simple request, the raven haired man decided that it was better to just do that. Gathering all of his clothes, he looked back over at the man who had resumed working after throwing back on his pants and shirt just moments ago, at his desk and paid the smaller no mind as he dressed himself.
Once dressed in his usual attire, the slut stepped into the office. Only staying for a moment long enough so that he could make sure that Kisaki needed nothing else from him before he had decided that it was time fro him to remove himself from this place.
When a soft ding form the elevator sounded, alerting Kisaki that the elevator was back and that there was nobody in it, he sighed again.
"Slut."