Fic: Digital Devil Saga (Varin/Bat)
Title: Unsympathetic
Author: emerald_embers
Rating: NC17. Dear god, so NC17.
Warnings: Yaoi, het, bad language, violence, prostitution and murder.
Pairings: Jinana/Bat, Varin/Bat
Wordcount: 765
Summary: Everyone has their own memories.
Disclaimer: Non-profit fanfiction, this lot aren't mine.
Dedicated to: (or blamed on, even) qara_isuke for requesting this pairing ^^.
Notes: Can't believe I forgot to add this straight off - the idea for the beginning of this was heavily influenced by this fic by harukami so full credit to her for the inspirational idea.
The military men don't visit very often and Sera's glad for that, but they seem to stay for days when they do. Sometimes they bring other people with them on long stays too, people with names like wife, husband, son and daughter. Sometimes they bring people who don't have names, usually when they think she's asleep and no one else is looking.
She doesn't really know what it means but something upsets her when watching the pretty boy on his knees in front of the harsh man, head bobbing until he sits back on his haunches and whitish liquid drips down his chin. there are star shaped tattoos on the boy's arms when he holds his hand out for money and she thinks if she had control she'd make him strong, make it so he'd never have to beg for anything like money. She'd put the tattoos elsewhere - on his face, maybe, to scare people away. He'd work for a woman in her world, a noble woman, and he'd fight people like the harsh man.
~ ~ ~
Bat looked up at the ceiling blankly, raised a hand to his face as if he could wipe away what his dreams had put there. There were many men in his dreams, all eager for their turn as they shoved him up against alley walls and thrust wads of paper in his hands, but few stood out - he rarely remembered a face. What he did remember was a man of hard angles who always gave him more in exchange for silence, and the fat man with thick fingers that squeezed his neck too hard.
Practise with the knives wouldn't take his mind off things but he knew something that could, turned over to face Jinana. She was wide awake of course, probably had been since he first woke up himself, caught in thoughts of her own dreams. He slid one hand up over her stomach to cup her breast but it felt automatic, as though he knew what to do but wasn't entirely sure how to enjoy it. Before the virus he'd done this for her without hesitation, found it relaxing, even, but ever since it just didn't feel the same. She didn't seem as interested either, not discouraging his hand but certainly not encouraging it.
Bat got out of the bed and pulled on basic underclothes before leaving the room with the rest of his armour tucked under one arm, twirling a knife on his free fingers. Someone would give him what he needed.
~ ~ ~
Betraying Mick was too easy; he felt little for the weak, exploitable boy in his memories but he'd felt thick fingers choke the life out of him and was only too happy to send the fat man to his death. That little bastard Cielo could pay later for stealing back the girl.
In the meantime he had something to offer Varin, and Varin had something to offer him. He'd handed Varin a way to get the girl; all he wanted in return was a strong tribe to rest with and this.
Varin had been hesitant at first but soon warmed up to the idea, letting Bat kneel over his face with armour off and pants down, his own shoved to his knees. Oddly he always insisted on starting, felt safer letting Bat's teeth near him when he knew that he could get instantaneous revenge for any pain inflicted. With a little guidance he'd even got quite good.
But it was the giving that Bat needed; reassuring himself he was doing it wholly voluntarily now, that he bore no relation to the thing he'd been before. He could drive a man like Varin wild with his skills and they were skills to be acknowledged and praised, not taken and paid for.
Varin always swallowed, which Bat thought hilarious - the man hated the taste but loathed mess more. Bat gloried in it, pulled back every time and used his hand to finish Varin off, making sure to let it splatter across his skin and give him something to clean off. Vulgar, Varin thought. Bat liked the idea of being vulgar.
Bat didn't understand the boy in his dreams, didn't understand why he never picked up a knife to take from his assailants the very thing they'd assaulted him with. Didn't understand a sweet nature ruined by mistreatment.
But Bat understood one thing; that boy had begged for his life before it was choked from him, and he was determined that boy would never wear his face again.
The End
Author: emerald_embers
Rating: NC17. Dear god, so NC17.
Warnings: Yaoi, het, bad language, violence, prostitution and murder.
Pairings: Jinana/Bat, Varin/Bat
Wordcount: 765
Summary: Everyone has their own memories.
Disclaimer: Non-profit fanfiction, this lot aren't mine.
Dedicated to: (or blamed on, even) qara_isuke for requesting this pairing ^^.
Notes: Can't believe I forgot to add this straight off - the idea for the beginning of this was heavily influenced by this fic by harukami so full credit to her for the inspirational idea.
The military men don't visit very often and Sera's glad for that, but they seem to stay for days when they do. Sometimes they bring other people with them on long stays too, people with names like wife, husband, son and daughter. Sometimes they bring people who don't have names, usually when they think she's asleep and no one else is looking.
She doesn't really know what it means but something upsets her when watching the pretty boy on his knees in front of the harsh man, head bobbing until he sits back on his haunches and whitish liquid drips down his chin. there are star shaped tattoos on the boy's arms when he holds his hand out for money and she thinks if she had control she'd make him strong, make it so he'd never have to beg for anything like money. She'd put the tattoos elsewhere - on his face, maybe, to scare people away. He'd work for a woman in her world, a noble woman, and he'd fight people like the harsh man.
~ ~ ~
Bat looked up at the ceiling blankly, raised a hand to his face as if he could wipe away what his dreams had put there. There were many men in his dreams, all eager for their turn as they shoved him up against alley walls and thrust wads of paper in his hands, but few stood out - he rarely remembered a face. What he did remember was a man of hard angles who always gave him more in exchange for silence, and the fat man with thick fingers that squeezed his neck too hard.
Practise with the knives wouldn't take his mind off things but he knew something that could, turned over to face Jinana. She was wide awake of course, probably had been since he first woke up himself, caught in thoughts of her own dreams. He slid one hand up over her stomach to cup her breast but it felt automatic, as though he knew what to do but wasn't entirely sure how to enjoy it. Before the virus he'd done this for her without hesitation, found it relaxing, even, but ever since it just didn't feel the same. She didn't seem as interested either, not discouraging his hand but certainly not encouraging it.
Bat got out of the bed and pulled on basic underclothes before leaving the room with the rest of his armour tucked under one arm, twirling a knife on his free fingers. Someone would give him what he needed.
~ ~ ~
Betraying Mick was too easy; he felt little for the weak, exploitable boy in his memories but he'd felt thick fingers choke the life out of him and was only too happy to send the fat man to his death. That little bastard Cielo could pay later for stealing back the girl.
In the meantime he had something to offer Varin, and Varin had something to offer him. He'd handed Varin a way to get the girl; all he wanted in return was a strong tribe to rest with and this.
Varin had been hesitant at first but soon warmed up to the idea, letting Bat kneel over his face with armour off and pants down, his own shoved to his knees. Oddly he always insisted on starting, felt safer letting Bat's teeth near him when he knew that he could get instantaneous revenge for any pain inflicted. With a little guidance he'd even got quite good.
But it was the giving that Bat needed; reassuring himself he was doing it wholly voluntarily now, that he bore no relation to the thing he'd been before. He could drive a man like Varin wild with his skills and they were skills to be acknowledged and praised, not taken and paid for.
Varin always swallowed, which Bat thought hilarious - the man hated the taste but loathed mess more. Bat gloried in it, pulled back every time and used his hand to finish Varin off, making sure to let it splatter across his skin and give him something to clean off. Vulgar, Varin thought. Bat liked the idea of being vulgar.
Bat didn't understand the boy in his dreams, didn't understand why he never picked up a knife to take from his assailants the very thing they'd assaulted him with. Didn't understand a sweet nature ruined by mistreatment.
But Bat understood one thing; that boy had begged for his life before it was choked from him, and he was determined that boy would never wear his face again.
The End