FIC: Crimson Stains
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Title: Crimson Stains
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: R-NC-17
Pairing: Saguru/Snake, Saguru/Kaito
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I think they're happy about it.
WARNINGS: Graphic blood/gore/sex, dark themes, murder, character death
Author's Notes: I'm just going to walk away slowly from this one.
Summary: I would give you my heart, but if that's not enough, how about someone else's?
Crimson Stains
How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself?
-Barry Lopez
His fingers slowly slid down the pale, bared skin before him, dipping down and across the planes and valleys that made up the boy's chest. A flashing smile before a tounge lowered, tracing the path a droplet of sweat had taken over the shivering skin, curling up around a nibble, lapping at it before pulling away, allowing the fan to cool it as it passed over the nude body.
He smiled again, watching as the body beneath his shivered, the cold air over his summer heated skin causing him to arch slightly, moaning and whimpering. He leaned back from the writhing body, digging into a bowl on the nightstand, fishing out a cold, oblong shaped object before slipping it into his mouth, rotating it around the hot confines before leaning down again, and taking the neglected nipple into his mouth, enjoying the startled curse that came as the ice and cooled mouth wrapped around flesh.
Hands were in his hair, pulling, tugging viciously at the blond strands, though he wasn't sure if the owner of the hands wanted him to stop or to continue, and frankly didn't care. He continued sucking, reaching up to pull the hands away from his hair and pushing them up against the bed, using his larger strength to hold them there, golden brown eyes rolling up to give a silent warning as he gave a harsh nip to the flesh in his mouth.
His partner moaned, struggling against the bindings on his wrist, before giving up as Saguru's nails dug into his flesh. Once Saguru was sure that his partner would not move, he lowered his hands, sliding them down the bare chest as his mouth slowly followed, kissing, licking and nibbling at the flesh.
He sat back on his heels again, resting his arms on the man's thighs, head tilted as he studied the body beneath his. Closing his eyes for a moment, he centered himself before leaning in for a hungry kiss, lifting the man's legs over his shoulder as his hand slipped down between his legs.
--
"Kaito, get the door!"
"Yes, mom." Kaito muttered, glancing up from the tangle of wires on the workbench before him, as if he could see the woman through the several walls and doors that separated them, before extracting his hands from the various cables. "Don't move," he ordered them, as if electrical wires had a tendency to go running off the moment someone turned their back.
He yawned, stretching as he headed downstairs, flicking the switch that allowed him through the double door of the work room, and into the downstairs den. Making sure the door was securely closed behind him, he shuffled for the front door, peeking in at his mother in the kitchen, grinning as he saw the amount of chocolate chips going into the cookie batter, before continuing his path for the door.
Yawning again, he pulled it open, blinking when nothing met his gaze. Then his nose wrinkled, as a distinctive smell reached his nose and he looked down, backing away from the spreading blood stain that was heading for his white house slippers.
The blood was seeping merrily from a plain, cardboard box, whose only identifying mark was his name written in hurried characters. He grimaced and glanced around the porch and street, hoping that he would either see something that would give away why he had a bloody box on his doorstep, or that no one else saw the bloody box on his doorstep.
He wondered, briefly, if he should just leave it and call the police like anyone sane would, but curiosity was bubbling up in him. He reached out and toed the box, before glancing around again. He headed back into the house and grabbed a handful of dishtowels, returning to the porch and grabbing the box, carrying it, quickly, into the bathroom, setting the bloody box in the tub before going to clean up whatever droplets strayed as he ran through the house.
"Kaito? Oh dear gods above!" Kaito's mother stared at the bloody towels and house slippers, before turning her gaze to the box, covering her nose with a hand. "What is that smell?"
"Blood and meat." Kaito answered. "Got a knife?"
She handed him the butcher's knife she had been using to cut up squid, gagging again at the smell and taking a few steps back. Kaito bit his lip before carefully slicing open the box, holding the un-stained corners as he did.
He set the knife aside and used a towel to carefully open the flaps of the box, peering inside. He then scrambled backwards, eyes wide, staring. His mother swayed, feeling faint, wanting to vomit as the smell of rotting meat and blood hit her in a heavier cloud.
Kaito took a deep breath to steel himself, and promptly regretted it. He vomited violently, barely making it over to the shower drain, which put him closer to the smell and the box then he would have otherwise chosen.
"Why?" His mother asked weakly, sliding down the wall, head resting between her knees as she took slow, careful breaths.
Kaito wiped his mouth on his sleeve, crawling over to her. He wrapped his arms around her body, resting his head on her shoulder, steading himself for a few minutes before carefully standing and helping his mother from the bathroom. Once his mother was safely tucked into bed with a bottle of sleeping pills and a stiff drink, Kaito headed downstairs to call the police.
--
"So you say it just appeared on your doorstep?"
Kaito nodded weakly, staring at the wall across from him, not looking at the homicide officer, mind swamped with images from the bathroom that refused to go away.
"Any idea why someone would send it to you?"
"I..." Kaito trailed off, trying to get his brain to function, trying to think of any reason why someone would send him such a package. "No, not really."
"Do you have any..." The next question was cut off as the front door burst open and a brunette whirlwind came charging in, followed by her father and Saguru.
"We just heard! Oh Kaito!" Aoko latched herself onto the brunette, clutching at him.
Kaito shivered in her embrace, before returning it, burring his head in Aoko's neck, trembling violently. Nakamori detoured over to the Inspector to find out what exactly was going on, while Saguru leaned against a wall, staring at the two on the couch, a silent guard.
Kaito regained his composure and lifted his head, running a hand over his face. He grimaced at the faint smell of blood, before frowning, realizing it didn't come from his hand. He swallowed, staring at the clean, soap smelling skin of his palm before leaning towards Aoko, breathing in deeply the scent of her perfume and shampoo.
Frowning more, he shifted his head slightly, following the smell of blood before looking up the long lines of Saguru's body, eyes finding and staring at the faint brown stains on the detective's jacket. Saguru lowered his gaze, meeting Kaito's eyes before turning away, heading towards the bathroom where the other police had gathered.
--
"Why?"
Saguru titled his head in question, but didn't actually ask, already knowing what the brunette behind him was referring to. "Do you know how easy it is, to distract a man, with a few words and touches?" he said instead, a small quirk of a smile on his lips. "One of the oldest tricks in the book for thieves and scoundrels."
"Hakuba..."
Saguru sighed, hunching in on himself. He raised his hands, carefully, finger by finger pulling off his black leather gloves, staring at the flaky brown patches of dried blood staining them. "One hears interesting things when one is half drunk, sitting in a dark bar, trying their best to get completely smashed." Saguru said softly, flexing his hand, flakes of blood falling to the roof below. "Murder, rape, thievery...a full catalog of crime. In the darkness, your guard is lowered, you speak freely with drink and spill your secrets to the night."
Saguru slipped back on his gloves, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I always hated reptiles." he muttered, giving a shudder before turning to look at Kaito, his brown eyes haunted, shadowed. "You lost, Kaito."
"I...what?"
"You lost," Saguru said, shrugging. "That was the message they wanted to deliver. You lost. They found Pandora."
Kaito's eyes widened for a second before shutters closed over them, poker face in place. "I don't know what you mean."
Saguru gave a mirthless laugh, tears falling down his cheeks. "Even now, you play. Well then, perhaps I'll play...but not tonight." Saguru swallowed, trembling slightly. "They were going to kill you, not some simple little attempt at sniping you, not a worthless meeting that you would easily vanish from. They were going to destroy you, and everything...everyone around you. Your mother, Jii, Aoko, the school, the station...all of it would be razed to the ground and the earth salted. I..." he paused, swallowing thickly. "Had the fortunate chance to listen as they planned it. I had to...I couldn't let them..." Saguru closed his eyes in pain and Kaito moved closer to the blond.
Saguru opened his eyes, staring down at Kaito's worried and fear filled face, giving a small smile. He reached out and brushed his gloved thumb over Kaito's cheek, causing the boy to shudder, knowing what lay under the textured leather, the blood staining those pale hands.
"I couldn't lose you," Saguru whispered brokenly.
"W..." Kaito swallowed himself, closing his eyes as nausea threatened. "Whose heart was that."
"I don't know his name, called himself Snake...or Jackal...some weird and ugly creature."
Kaito gagged, gripping Saguru's upper arms tightly. "You killed him." It wasn't a question, after all, very few people could live when their hearts had been cut out and placed in a cardboard box. "You killed him...for me."
"No one gets hurt. That's your motto. You would have died, trying to protect everyone, so yes, I killed him for you." Saguru said, and his voice was flat, devoid of emotion. He left it at that, not mentioning that there were still others out there, waiting for Kaito...waiting for Kid. Waiting to clip those glowing wings and watch the thief plummet to earth.
And as long as their were still shadows to destroy, Saguru's job wasn't finished.
Instead, he brushed his thumb over Kaito's cheek again, before leaning in, kissing him with tainted, poisoned lips, grasping for a moment at the light before he had to vanish into the darkness once more.
--
Jii watched as Kaito knotted the new black tie, carefully tucking it down between the lapels of his jacket, buttoning the single button that doubled as a sleeping gas capsule. He took a breath, sliding his monocle into place, before centering himself, preparing for the night ahead.
"Do you think he'll show?" Akako said softly from Jii's side, watching the man in front of her, feeling the grief rolling off of him in waves.
"Where Kid shines, the shadows follow, and where go the shadows, goes the golden knight." Jii said, nodding. "He'll be here, if he's not already."
"Show time," Kaito muttered and took off running, leaping from the building. As he fell, reaching inside his jacket for the remote control to his hanglider, he saw a flash of blond from the corner of his eye. Looking, he watched as Saguru down the sidewalk, heading intently for a blond woman standing in the crowd.
Turning from the sight, Kaito allowed the winds to take him away, not wanting to see, to remember...not wanting to know that when the night ended, when their bodies joined, another set of blood stains would mar Saguru skin.
Fin
Title: Crimson Stains
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: R-NC-17
Pairing: Saguru/Snake, Saguru/Kaito
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I think they're happy about it.
WARNINGS: Graphic blood/gore/sex, dark themes, murder, character death
Author's Notes: I'm just going to walk away slowly from this one.
Summary: I would give you my heart, but if that's not enough, how about someone else's?
Crimson Stains
How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself?
-Barry Lopez
His fingers slowly slid down the pale, bared skin before him, dipping down and across the planes and valleys that made up the boy's chest. A flashing smile before a tounge lowered, tracing the path a droplet of sweat had taken over the shivering skin, curling up around a nibble, lapping at it before pulling away, allowing the fan to cool it as it passed over the nude body.
He smiled again, watching as the body beneath his shivered, the cold air over his summer heated skin causing him to arch slightly, moaning and whimpering. He leaned back from the writhing body, digging into a bowl on the nightstand, fishing out a cold, oblong shaped object before slipping it into his mouth, rotating it around the hot confines before leaning down again, and taking the neglected nipple into his mouth, enjoying the startled curse that came as the ice and cooled mouth wrapped around flesh.
Hands were in his hair, pulling, tugging viciously at the blond strands, though he wasn't sure if the owner of the hands wanted him to stop or to continue, and frankly didn't care. He continued sucking, reaching up to pull the hands away from his hair and pushing them up against the bed, using his larger strength to hold them there, golden brown eyes rolling up to give a silent warning as he gave a harsh nip to the flesh in his mouth.
His partner moaned, struggling against the bindings on his wrist, before giving up as Saguru's nails dug into his flesh. Once Saguru was sure that his partner would not move, he lowered his hands, sliding them down the bare chest as his mouth slowly followed, kissing, licking and nibbling at the flesh.
He sat back on his heels again, resting his arms on the man's thighs, head tilted as he studied the body beneath his. Closing his eyes for a moment, he centered himself before leaning in for a hungry kiss, lifting the man's legs over his shoulder as his hand slipped down between his legs.
--
"Kaito, get the door!"
"Yes, mom." Kaito muttered, glancing up from the tangle of wires on the workbench before him, as if he could see the woman through the several walls and doors that separated them, before extracting his hands from the various cables. "Don't move," he ordered them, as if electrical wires had a tendency to go running off the moment someone turned their back.
He yawned, stretching as he headed downstairs, flicking the switch that allowed him through the double door of the work room, and into the downstairs den. Making sure the door was securely closed behind him, he shuffled for the front door, peeking in at his mother in the kitchen, grinning as he saw the amount of chocolate chips going into the cookie batter, before continuing his path for the door.
Yawning again, he pulled it open, blinking when nothing met his gaze. Then his nose wrinkled, as a distinctive smell reached his nose and he looked down, backing away from the spreading blood stain that was heading for his white house slippers.
The blood was seeping merrily from a plain, cardboard box, whose only identifying mark was his name written in hurried characters. He grimaced and glanced around the porch and street, hoping that he would either see something that would give away why he had a bloody box on his doorstep, or that no one else saw the bloody box on his doorstep.
He wondered, briefly, if he should just leave it and call the police like anyone sane would, but curiosity was bubbling up in him. He reached out and toed the box, before glancing around again. He headed back into the house and grabbed a handful of dishtowels, returning to the porch and grabbing the box, carrying it, quickly, into the bathroom, setting the bloody box in the tub before going to clean up whatever droplets strayed as he ran through the house.
"Kaito? Oh dear gods above!" Kaito's mother stared at the bloody towels and house slippers, before turning her gaze to the box, covering her nose with a hand. "What is that smell?"
"Blood and meat." Kaito answered. "Got a knife?"
She handed him the butcher's knife she had been using to cut up squid, gagging again at the smell and taking a few steps back. Kaito bit his lip before carefully slicing open the box, holding the un-stained corners as he did.
He set the knife aside and used a towel to carefully open the flaps of the box, peering inside. He then scrambled backwards, eyes wide, staring. His mother swayed, feeling faint, wanting to vomit as the smell of rotting meat and blood hit her in a heavier cloud.
Kaito took a deep breath to steel himself, and promptly regretted it. He vomited violently, barely making it over to the shower drain, which put him closer to the smell and the box then he would have otherwise chosen.
"Why?" His mother asked weakly, sliding down the wall, head resting between her knees as she took slow, careful breaths.
Kaito wiped his mouth on his sleeve, crawling over to her. He wrapped his arms around her body, resting his head on her shoulder, steading himself for a few minutes before carefully standing and helping his mother from the bathroom. Once his mother was safely tucked into bed with a bottle of sleeping pills and a stiff drink, Kaito headed downstairs to call the police.
--
"So you say it just appeared on your doorstep?"
Kaito nodded weakly, staring at the wall across from him, not looking at the homicide officer, mind swamped with images from the bathroom that refused to go away.
"Any idea why someone would send it to you?"
"I..." Kaito trailed off, trying to get his brain to function, trying to think of any reason why someone would send him such a package. "No, not really."
"Do you have any..." The next question was cut off as the front door burst open and a brunette whirlwind came charging in, followed by her father and Saguru.
"We just heard! Oh Kaito!" Aoko latched herself onto the brunette, clutching at him.
Kaito shivered in her embrace, before returning it, burring his head in Aoko's neck, trembling violently. Nakamori detoured over to the Inspector to find out what exactly was going on, while Saguru leaned against a wall, staring at the two on the couch, a silent guard.
Kaito regained his composure and lifted his head, running a hand over his face. He grimaced at the faint smell of blood, before frowning, realizing it didn't come from his hand. He swallowed, staring at the clean, soap smelling skin of his palm before leaning towards Aoko, breathing in deeply the scent of her perfume and shampoo.
Frowning more, he shifted his head slightly, following the smell of blood before looking up the long lines of Saguru's body, eyes finding and staring at the faint brown stains on the detective's jacket. Saguru lowered his gaze, meeting Kaito's eyes before turning away, heading towards the bathroom where the other police had gathered.
--
"Why?"
Saguru titled his head in question, but didn't actually ask, already knowing what the brunette behind him was referring to. "Do you know how easy it is, to distract a man, with a few words and touches?" he said instead, a small quirk of a smile on his lips. "One of the oldest tricks in the book for thieves and scoundrels."
"Hakuba..."
Saguru sighed, hunching in on himself. He raised his hands, carefully, finger by finger pulling off his black leather gloves, staring at the flaky brown patches of dried blood staining them. "One hears interesting things when one is half drunk, sitting in a dark bar, trying their best to get completely smashed." Saguru said softly, flexing his hand, flakes of blood falling to the roof below. "Murder, rape, thievery...a full catalog of crime. In the darkness, your guard is lowered, you speak freely with drink and spill your secrets to the night."
Saguru slipped back on his gloves, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I always hated reptiles." he muttered, giving a shudder before turning to look at Kaito, his brown eyes haunted, shadowed. "You lost, Kaito."
"I...what?"
"You lost," Saguru said, shrugging. "That was the message they wanted to deliver. You lost. They found Pandora."
Kaito's eyes widened for a second before shutters closed over them, poker face in place. "I don't know what you mean."
Saguru gave a mirthless laugh, tears falling down his cheeks. "Even now, you play. Well then, perhaps I'll play...but not tonight." Saguru swallowed, trembling slightly. "They were going to kill you, not some simple little attempt at sniping you, not a worthless meeting that you would easily vanish from. They were going to destroy you, and everything...everyone around you. Your mother, Jii, Aoko, the school, the station...all of it would be razed to the ground and the earth salted. I..." he paused, swallowing thickly. "Had the fortunate chance to listen as they planned it. I had to...I couldn't let them..." Saguru closed his eyes in pain and Kaito moved closer to the blond.
Saguru opened his eyes, staring down at Kaito's worried and fear filled face, giving a small smile. He reached out and brushed his gloved thumb over Kaito's cheek, causing the boy to shudder, knowing what lay under the textured leather, the blood staining those pale hands.
"I couldn't lose you," Saguru whispered brokenly.
"W..." Kaito swallowed himself, closing his eyes as nausea threatened. "Whose heart was that."
"I don't know his name, called himself Snake...or Jackal...some weird and ugly creature."
Kaito gagged, gripping Saguru's upper arms tightly. "You killed him." It wasn't a question, after all, very few people could live when their hearts had been cut out and placed in a cardboard box. "You killed him...for me."
"No one gets hurt. That's your motto. You would have died, trying to protect everyone, so yes, I killed him for you." Saguru said, and his voice was flat, devoid of emotion. He left it at that, not mentioning that there were still others out there, waiting for Kaito...waiting for Kid. Waiting to clip those glowing wings and watch the thief plummet to earth.
And as long as their were still shadows to destroy, Saguru's job wasn't finished.
Instead, he brushed his thumb over Kaito's cheek again, before leaning in, kissing him with tainted, poisoned lips, grasping for a moment at the light before he had to vanish into the darkness once more.
--
Jii watched as Kaito knotted the new black tie, carefully tucking it down between the lapels of his jacket, buttoning the single button that doubled as a sleeping gas capsule. He took a breath, sliding his monocle into place, before centering himself, preparing for the night ahead.
"Do you think he'll show?" Akako said softly from Jii's side, watching the man in front of her, feeling the grief rolling off of him in waves.
"Where Kid shines, the shadows follow, and where go the shadows, goes the golden knight." Jii said, nodding. "He'll be here, if he's not already."
"Show time," Kaito muttered and took off running, leaping from the building. As he fell, reaching inside his jacket for the remote control to his hanglider, he saw a flash of blond from the corner of his eye. Looking, he watched as Saguru down the sidewalk, heading intently for a blond woman standing in the crowd.
Turning from the sight, Kaito allowed the winds to take him away, not wanting to see, to remember...not wanting to know that when the night ended, when their bodies joined, another set of blood stains would mar Saguru skin.
Fin
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Date: 2007-08-04 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-04 09:47 pm (UTC)...there are no words... I am definately agreeing with Alchemy on this one.
*continues to gape* *inner Chef snuggles the fic*
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Date: 2007-08-06 02:19 am (UTC)lemme get this straight...sagu screws snake guy...kills him...puts his heart in a box and puts it on kaito's porch?
it was good! but...that's what i see and I want to make sure that it really is.
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Date: 2007-08-06 05:54 am (UTC)Saguru seduced Snake to get him off balance (and un-armed), killed him, cut out his heart and put it in a box (along with Pandora which was never mentioned because I couldn't fit it in) and left it for Kaito as a gift.
The blond he went after at the end was Gin, a gift to both Kaito and Conan (remember, we only see the scene from the air, Kid thinks it's a woman).
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Date: 2007-08-06 01:00 pm (UTC)cool.
now that i get it now its even more beautiful than before! ^_^
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Date: 2007-08-06 01:03 pm (UTC)