FIC: In Charge (R) for summerbutterfly
Author: mereprototype
Recipient: summerbutterfly
Title: In Charge
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): Nagi, Ken, mentions of others, brief Nagi/Ken
Summary: Nagi ends up as a better pimp than he expected
Warnings/Content: Nongraphic sex and mention of violence
Word Count: circa 1,400
Author's Notes: Hopefully this fits the prompt well enough. Nagi's definitely not in the position I've seen him in for other prostitution stuff, that's for sure. And I don't know how it ended up being actual Nagi/Ken. Woops?
"Now that we've killed the people in charge of this, how are we going to be sure nobody else takes over instead of us?" Nagi wonders once Schuldig confirms that there aren't any other people for them to take care of. The whores seemed grateful, rather than terrified, to see their old pimps effortlessly dispatched of by strangers; what that said about the dead men at their feet, Nagi wasn't sure.
Crawford adjusts his glasses, making the light overhead flash off them in a way that always makes Nagi think of a video game villain, and smirks. "By letting you be in charge, Nagi."
"ME?!" Nagi's voice actually cracks as he says that, enough to make him frown at both the embarrassment of it along with the suggestion. "Why do I have to play pimp when this was your idea in the first place?"
"Because it was my idea and nobody will suspect an innocent-looking boy like you as running the show," he points out with an air of finality that tells Nagi there's no point in arguing. He'll have to do this, maybe because Crawford had a vision of things playing out this way and maybe because Crawford wants to see Nagi uncomfortable for reasons all his own.
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Several weeks later, he's settled into this temporary role. It probably helps that he broke someone's neck with a thought as soon as he heard that the man was attacking one of Nagi's current employees. Crawford wants this business to make money, after all, and it's bad for business if nobody wants to stay employed with the new management. After the first week, Crawford even let Farfarello stop working as both guard and part time sadistic top. If there was higher praise, Nagi couldn't think of any.
But tonight Nagi has a strange feeling in the back of his head and in his gut. He thinks people are going to come and cause trouble, though he has no idea where that feeling comes from. Nobody's been cruel to the women lately, or threatened him for enforcing his new standards. Once he hears the first sounds of what he thinks are customers, Nagi makes sure to remind everyone that he's taking care of them and sits down at his comically oversized desk, ready to keep playing this part. And much to his surprise, there's a girl waiting for him underneath.
"I never got to thank you properly for saving me," she purrs while her hands slide up his thighs and she gropes him casually while his eyes threaten to pop out of his head. "So lean back and let me. This shouldn't take long."
Nagi can't think of any reply. The girl - Tsukiko - manages to render him incapable of thought by making him feel too good too fast. Once she gets his pants open and her mouth around his dick, the only thing he can make himself do is grab her hair. The rest of what he does is reflex or instinct or guidance from someone else being in his mind. He has no way to tell the difference and caring about it is beyond him. It takes what feels like no time at all before he cries out and finishes in her mouth. Tsukiko smiles around him, licks his oversensitive prick clean, slides away, and presses one of his hands up under her skirt. "If you want to do more later, you know where to find me."
"I'll see what I feel up to." He knows, even as he says that, that he'll go to her room unless that feeling of dread comes true. With no way to actually be around the person he cares for, there are worse things to do than lose his virginity to someone who seems moderately interested in him. Nagi lets her leave and only relaxes once he hears her door locking on the edge of his senses.
Seconds later, the main door nearly fall off its hinges. Nagi snaps up his shield, presses the silent panic alarm that he installed to let everyone in rooms know to hide until a second alarm goes off, and faces the intruder. It's Weiss. Why is it always Weiss these days? He hates them more than he hates everyone else in the world, both for their constant interruptions as while as for his own personal reasons. While he sends a mental alert to Schuldig asking for help, Nagi shoves Ken out of the way and only eases up with his power once he hears bone against wall.
"They didn't tell us Schwarz was tied to this," Ken growls while he gets his claws out and staggers away from the wall.
"It was a recent development." Nagi, still flushed from what happened moments ago, has to force himself not to look too closely at Ken and keep acting on reflexive training to keep himself safe when Ken tries to stab him in the gut. "Kritiker's intelligence must be slow these days." Between Ken's attempts at making Nagi bleed and Nagi's use of both his shields and his feet, this feels like the world's strangest dance going on in the middle of the entryway. To make it more like a dance, Nagi mentally yanks Ken's claws off and launches them vertically so fast they get stuck there, dangling like leather and metal mistletoe that he kisses Ken under seconds later. He'll blame this on his body still being full of hormones from Tsukiko sucking him off if he lives long enough to explain his actions.
Ken tries to shove him away, but Nagi has telekinesis on his side and a couple of shoves of it gets Ken pinned against a wall. Nagi only has a faint idea of what he's doing, but as long as it's just the two of them, this feels like the safest distraction possible. He presses his hips against Ken's, bites his lips, and grins to himself when Ken starts returning the gestures. Only the sharp sound of glass breaking makes him pull away. "Who else is here?" Nagi asks before he focuses some of his power inside Ken's pants and strokes him invisibly.
"That's...Yohji. He's trying to save the people working here." Ken takes advantage of Nagi's split attention and shoves him back so hard Nagi almost loses his balance. In retaliation, Nagi's telekinetic hand job grows more insistent. It's not the same as truly embarrassing Ken by trying to get Yohji to see him with his pants down and someone else getting him off, but it'll be close. Whether or not that's a thought originally from his head is irrelevant to Nagi; Schuldig taking over because he's too far to act on his own doesn't feel scary tonight.
"They were saved when we took over from the men previously running the show. I'm taking care of them."
Ken raises an eyebrow before he lets out a choked moan. "You four couldn't save a cat from a tree five feet overhead."
"You can ask them if you're not going to kill them." Nagi can't handle much more of these accusations against his management style, so he moves closer to the doors while finishing Ken off with a serious of hard strokes that bring his opponent to his knees, groaning and gasping with a mixture of relief and pain. The claws previously stuck in the ceiling fall out and land inches from his head as warning not to follow Nagi.
Everyone else seems to arrive within seconds of each other, so Nagi loses himself in telepathic orders and holds his ground near Tsukiko's door. The fight, as usual for their in-person matches, ends with Weiss heading home to lick their wounds like the cats they are. Schuldig takes special delight in telling all of them how awkward Ken acts when Omi asks him why he didn't do more before the rest of them arrived.
And even with his new bruises, Nagi makes sure to spend the night with Tsukiko. If he's going to be the man in charge for a while, he may as well enjoy whatever they offer. Who knows when this job and the freedom that goes with it will be done?
Recipient: summerbutterfly
Title: In Charge
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): Nagi, Ken, mentions of others, brief Nagi/Ken
Summary: Nagi ends up as a better pimp than he expected
Warnings/Content: Nongraphic sex and mention of violence
Word Count: circa 1,400
Author's Notes: Hopefully this fits the prompt well enough. Nagi's definitely not in the position I've seen him in for other prostitution stuff, that's for sure. And I don't know how it ended up being actual Nagi/Ken. Woops?
"Now that we've killed the people in charge of this, how are we going to be sure nobody else takes over instead of us?" Nagi wonders once Schuldig confirms that there aren't any other people for them to take care of. The whores seemed grateful, rather than terrified, to see their old pimps effortlessly dispatched of by strangers; what that said about the dead men at their feet, Nagi wasn't sure.
Crawford adjusts his glasses, making the light overhead flash off them in a way that always makes Nagi think of a video game villain, and smirks. "By letting you be in charge, Nagi."
"ME?!" Nagi's voice actually cracks as he says that, enough to make him frown at both the embarrassment of it along with the suggestion. "Why do I have to play pimp when this was your idea in the first place?"
"Because it was my idea and nobody will suspect an innocent-looking boy like you as running the show," he points out with an air of finality that tells Nagi there's no point in arguing. He'll have to do this, maybe because Crawford had a vision of things playing out this way and maybe because Crawford wants to see Nagi uncomfortable for reasons all his own.
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Several weeks later, he's settled into this temporary role. It probably helps that he broke someone's neck with a thought as soon as he heard that the man was attacking one of Nagi's current employees. Crawford wants this business to make money, after all, and it's bad for business if nobody wants to stay employed with the new management. After the first week, Crawford even let Farfarello stop working as both guard and part time sadistic top. If there was higher praise, Nagi couldn't think of any.
But tonight Nagi has a strange feeling in the back of his head and in his gut. He thinks people are going to come and cause trouble, though he has no idea where that feeling comes from. Nobody's been cruel to the women lately, or threatened him for enforcing his new standards. Once he hears the first sounds of what he thinks are customers, Nagi makes sure to remind everyone that he's taking care of them and sits down at his comically oversized desk, ready to keep playing this part. And much to his surprise, there's a girl waiting for him underneath.
"I never got to thank you properly for saving me," she purrs while her hands slide up his thighs and she gropes him casually while his eyes threaten to pop out of his head. "So lean back and let me. This shouldn't take long."
Nagi can't think of any reply. The girl - Tsukiko - manages to render him incapable of thought by making him feel too good too fast. Once she gets his pants open and her mouth around his dick, the only thing he can make himself do is grab her hair. The rest of what he does is reflex or instinct or guidance from someone else being in his mind. He has no way to tell the difference and caring about it is beyond him. It takes what feels like no time at all before he cries out and finishes in her mouth. Tsukiko smiles around him, licks his oversensitive prick clean, slides away, and presses one of his hands up under her skirt. "If you want to do more later, you know where to find me."
"I'll see what I feel up to." He knows, even as he says that, that he'll go to her room unless that feeling of dread comes true. With no way to actually be around the person he cares for, there are worse things to do than lose his virginity to someone who seems moderately interested in him. Nagi lets her leave and only relaxes once he hears her door locking on the edge of his senses.
Seconds later, the main door nearly fall off its hinges. Nagi snaps up his shield, presses the silent panic alarm that he installed to let everyone in rooms know to hide until a second alarm goes off, and faces the intruder. It's Weiss. Why is it always Weiss these days? He hates them more than he hates everyone else in the world, both for their constant interruptions as while as for his own personal reasons. While he sends a mental alert to Schuldig asking for help, Nagi shoves Ken out of the way and only eases up with his power once he hears bone against wall.
"They didn't tell us Schwarz was tied to this," Ken growls while he gets his claws out and staggers away from the wall.
"It was a recent development." Nagi, still flushed from what happened moments ago, has to force himself not to look too closely at Ken and keep acting on reflexive training to keep himself safe when Ken tries to stab him in the gut. "Kritiker's intelligence must be slow these days." Between Ken's attempts at making Nagi bleed and Nagi's use of both his shields and his feet, this feels like the world's strangest dance going on in the middle of the entryway. To make it more like a dance, Nagi mentally yanks Ken's claws off and launches them vertically so fast they get stuck there, dangling like leather and metal mistletoe that he kisses Ken under seconds later. He'll blame this on his body still being full of hormones from Tsukiko sucking him off if he lives long enough to explain his actions.
Ken tries to shove him away, but Nagi has telekinesis on his side and a couple of shoves of it gets Ken pinned against a wall. Nagi only has a faint idea of what he's doing, but as long as it's just the two of them, this feels like the safest distraction possible. He presses his hips against Ken's, bites his lips, and grins to himself when Ken starts returning the gestures. Only the sharp sound of glass breaking makes him pull away. "Who else is here?" Nagi asks before he focuses some of his power inside Ken's pants and strokes him invisibly.
"That's...Yohji. He's trying to save the people working here." Ken takes advantage of Nagi's split attention and shoves him back so hard Nagi almost loses his balance. In retaliation, Nagi's telekinetic hand job grows more insistent. It's not the same as truly embarrassing Ken by trying to get Yohji to see him with his pants down and someone else getting him off, but it'll be close. Whether or not that's a thought originally from his head is irrelevant to Nagi; Schuldig taking over because he's too far to act on his own doesn't feel scary tonight.
"They were saved when we took over from the men previously running the show. I'm taking care of them."
Ken raises an eyebrow before he lets out a choked moan. "You four couldn't save a cat from a tree five feet overhead."
"You can ask them if you're not going to kill them." Nagi can't handle much more of these accusations against his management style, so he moves closer to the doors while finishing Ken off with a serious of hard strokes that bring his opponent to his knees, groaning and gasping with a mixture of relief and pain. The claws previously stuck in the ceiling fall out and land inches from his head as warning not to follow Nagi.
Everyone else seems to arrive within seconds of each other, so Nagi loses himself in telepathic orders and holds his ground near Tsukiko's door. The fight, as usual for their in-person matches, ends with Weiss heading home to lick their wounds like the cats they are. Schuldig takes special delight in telling all of them how awkward Ken acts when Omi asks him why he didn't do more before the rest of them arrived.
And even with his new bruises, Nagi makes sure to spend the night with Tsukiko. If he's going to be the man in charge for a while, he may as well enjoy whatever they offer. Who knows when this job and the freedom that goes with it will be done?