For Your Entertainment (2/?)
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dcmk_yaoiTitle: For Your Entertainment
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: Full Story: NC-17
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, Kudo Shinichi
Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Kudo Shinichi, Hakuba Saguru/Kudo Shinichi
Summary: Two years ago, Kudo Shinichi vanished into the darkness, now the BO's most dangerous mastermind has his sights set on another detective, the the toys he can use to break Saguru.
NOTE/WARNINGS: CROW!SHINICHI, DARK, TWISTED AND NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
Chapter Two: Until You Scream
Lights flashed against the dancers on the floor, the black strobe light reflecting glowing semen and dark, almost black blood in splashes against Shinichi's body as he moved against the woman in front of him.
Saguru's eyes narrowed, watching the former detective, itching to storm over there and punch the young man in the face. Instead, he raised his head to the stairs, watching as forensics started down. "Is it him?"
One of the techs nodded, glancing back towards the stairs. "Nakamori is still up there, I think he's in shock."
"Who isn't? Not every day we find Kid dead in a club owner's bed," Saguru muttered, climbing the stairs, not looking forward to finding what lay upstairs, that which sent several of the Kaitou Kid task force screaming into the night.
Shinichi laughed to himself as he watched the idiot detective storm out into the night, blood dripping down the blond's hand from when Saguru had punched a wall. He took a long drink from the glass Vodka held, waving the taller man away as the smell of bleach came from the man.
It had been fun, toying with Saguru's mind.
After the teen had noticed the traces of semen and blood on Shinichi's clothes, he had send the items to be cleaned with Vodka, changing into an identical outfit…which has promptly been confiscated by Saguru for testing, along with Gin and Vodka's own clothing. Nothing came of it, and it seemed to have enraged the Brit more, leading to Saguru's breaking his fist on the wall.
Draining the rest of his drink, he passed it to one of the waitresses for a re-fill, heading back towards the floor, interested in another toy for the evening. He didn't get far however, shoved face first into a wall by a detective he hadn't noticed returning.
"You've gone too far, this time," Saguru hissed in Shinichi's ear, the temptation to do something bloody and rather final to the criminal bounding through his blood. "I will see you dead for what you did to him,"
Shinichi laughed, turning in Saguru's arms, leaning against the wall, smirking up at the detective. "And just what did I do, Hakuba-kun? Fuck him too much?" Shinichi pressed up against the blond, lips brushing Saguru's as he spoke. "He asked for every thing I've done to him, Saguru. No more, no less." Shinichi pushed Saguru away, taking a step towards the dance floor before pausing. "If you really want to know what happened upstairs, you're free to come with me. I seem to be down one toy now, thanks to some madman and you seem as if you would be a…pleasure to teach,"
Saguru glared after Shinichi, rage and hatred simmering under the surface of his rather calm mask.
---
Saguru jerked awake, sweat dripping from damp bangs, heart pounding in his chest as he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, trying to block out memories of a murder's smirk and a friend begging for help.
Any night after a run in with Kudo Shinichi was a bad one, too many memories and too many fantasies twisting together. Add in remembered details of Kaito's broken body lying in a blood soaked bed and Saguru was guaranteed not to sleep for more then five minutes at a time for a long while.
He drew his knees up to his chest, resting his face against them, trying to steady his breathing and blank his mind…and do everything not to think about Shinichi's offer…
Or his rival reaching out, pleading with sightless eyes for a rescue that was never coming.
"You seem to be sleeping well," a voice whispered from his window, almost never there and Saguru jerked around, grabbing the only ammunition he had…an overstuffed pillow, sending it flying.
Shinichi laughed, ducking the missile before slipping from the window, as liquid as silk, almost floating over to the angry and scared teenager. He crawled into the bed, straddling Saguru's hips, pressing his fingers easily around Saguru's throat, watching at the blond gasped for air. "Have you thought about my offer?" he whispered, nuzzling Saguru's pulse, pressing harder against the blond's throat, not giving the detective a chance to speak.
He groaned softly as he nibbled at Saguru's sweaty skin, grinding down against the blond, feeling the blond press back in answer despite his mind's wishes. Lifting his head, Shinichi studied Saguru, licking his lips as he took in the wide, panic'd eyes, mouth that was gasping for air it couldn't get to, lips trembling in fear and arousal.
Shinichi relaxed his hand, allowing Saguru to take a few, needy gasps before squeezing again, hissing as Saguru's body jerked against his in needy release.
Strangulation was one of the easiest forms of sexual torture, and often the most rewarding for the receiving party. The fear, the panic, those moments of wondering if you'd ever live through it, your brain going haywire from lack of oxygen, making you high…giddy.
Anyone who enjoyed erotic asphyxiation knew how to ride those waves instinctively, without training or thought, and was and intense pleasure…
…if you trusted your partner not to kill you.
Saguru of course, had no trust in Shinichi (for very good reason), which made the edge of the high sharper, the fear almost too strong to enjoy the rush, though the body pressed eagerly against his own made it hard to resist as he gasped soundlessly, desperately, hands clutching at Shinichi's hips, body begging for more friction, more contact, and more air to enjoy the sensations.
Shinichi released Saguru's throat again, giving the detective a chance to breath, to even protest, as the murder squirmed down Saguru's body, slipping under the sheets that barely clung to the bed and pulling down the silk pajama bottoms he found, wrapping his mouth around the waiting erection.
Saguru groaned deeply, the tail end still rather raspy from not having enough air to satisfy him. He buried a hand in the heavy gelled strands of Shinichi's hair, thrusting up against the hot mouth wrapped around him, not bothering to be gentle. He didn't care if Shinichi choked to death, so long as he got off.
Shinichi moved with the thrusting, keeping Saguru well out of his throat, making a note to teach the blond a lesson in return for the action at a later date (it wouldn't do to have one of his toys thinking he could get away with such control, after all), before swallowing around the flesh in his mouth, sucking happily, a hand sliding up Saguru's chest before realizing there was a problem.
Saguru was taller then Kaito, and thus, moves he used on the thief, weren't the same ones he could use on the blond. It had been simple, to suck off Kaito and strangle him at the same time, not so much Saguru.
Saguru shifted, lying down, pushing at Shinichi's stomach with his knees until the former detective was on the side rather then his lap, thus giving Shinichi a foot of access he didn't have before. He swallowed as he felt Shinichi's manicured fingers against his flesh, before closing his eyes, giving himself over to the ecstasy.
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: Full Story: NC-17
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, Kudo Shinichi
Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Kudo Shinichi, Hakuba Saguru/Kudo Shinichi
Summary: Two years ago, Kudo Shinichi vanished into the darkness, now the BO's most dangerous mastermind has his sights set on another detective, the the toys he can use to break Saguru.
NOTE/WARNINGS: CROW!SHINICHI, DARK, TWISTED AND NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
Chapter Two: Until You Scream
Lights flashed against the dancers on the floor, the black strobe light reflecting glowing semen and dark, almost black blood in splashes against Shinichi's body as he moved against the woman in front of him.
Saguru's eyes narrowed, watching the former detective, itching to storm over there and punch the young man in the face. Instead, he raised his head to the stairs, watching as forensics started down. "Is it him?"
One of the techs nodded, glancing back towards the stairs. "Nakamori is still up there, I think he's in shock."
"Who isn't? Not every day we find Kid dead in a club owner's bed," Saguru muttered, climbing the stairs, not looking forward to finding what lay upstairs, that which sent several of the Kaitou Kid task force screaming into the night.
Shinichi laughed to himself as he watched the idiot detective storm out into the night, blood dripping down the blond's hand from when Saguru had punched a wall. He took a long drink from the glass Vodka held, waving the taller man away as the smell of bleach came from the man.
It had been fun, toying with Saguru's mind.
After the teen had noticed the traces of semen and blood on Shinichi's clothes, he had send the items to be cleaned with Vodka, changing into an identical outfit…which has promptly been confiscated by Saguru for testing, along with Gin and Vodka's own clothing. Nothing came of it, and it seemed to have enraged the Brit more, leading to Saguru's breaking his fist on the wall.
Draining the rest of his drink, he passed it to one of the waitresses for a re-fill, heading back towards the floor, interested in another toy for the evening. He didn't get far however, shoved face first into a wall by a detective he hadn't noticed returning.
"You've gone too far, this time," Saguru hissed in Shinichi's ear, the temptation to do something bloody and rather final to the criminal bounding through his blood. "I will see you dead for what you did to him,"
Shinichi laughed, turning in Saguru's arms, leaning against the wall, smirking up at the detective. "And just what did I do, Hakuba-kun? Fuck him too much?" Shinichi pressed up against the blond, lips brushing Saguru's as he spoke. "He asked for every thing I've done to him, Saguru. No more, no less." Shinichi pushed Saguru away, taking a step towards the dance floor before pausing. "If you really want to know what happened upstairs, you're free to come with me. I seem to be down one toy now, thanks to some madman and you seem as if you would be a…pleasure to teach,"
Saguru glared after Shinichi, rage and hatred simmering under the surface of his rather calm mask.
---
Saguru jerked awake, sweat dripping from damp bangs, heart pounding in his chest as he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, trying to block out memories of a murder's smirk and a friend begging for help.
Any night after a run in with Kudo Shinichi was a bad one, too many memories and too many fantasies twisting together. Add in remembered details of Kaito's broken body lying in a blood soaked bed and Saguru was guaranteed not to sleep for more then five minutes at a time for a long while.
He drew his knees up to his chest, resting his face against them, trying to steady his breathing and blank his mind…and do everything not to think about Shinichi's offer…
Or his rival reaching out, pleading with sightless eyes for a rescue that was never coming.
"You seem to be sleeping well," a voice whispered from his window, almost never there and Saguru jerked around, grabbing the only ammunition he had…an overstuffed pillow, sending it flying.
Shinichi laughed, ducking the missile before slipping from the window, as liquid as silk, almost floating over to the angry and scared teenager. He crawled into the bed, straddling Saguru's hips, pressing his fingers easily around Saguru's throat, watching at the blond gasped for air. "Have you thought about my offer?" he whispered, nuzzling Saguru's pulse, pressing harder against the blond's throat, not giving the detective a chance to speak.
He groaned softly as he nibbled at Saguru's sweaty skin, grinding down against the blond, feeling the blond press back in answer despite his mind's wishes. Lifting his head, Shinichi studied Saguru, licking his lips as he took in the wide, panic'd eyes, mouth that was gasping for air it couldn't get to, lips trembling in fear and arousal.
Shinichi relaxed his hand, allowing Saguru to take a few, needy gasps before squeezing again, hissing as Saguru's body jerked against his in needy release.
Strangulation was one of the easiest forms of sexual torture, and often the most rewarding for the receiving party. The fear, the panic, those moments of wondering if you'd ever live through it, your brain going haywire from lack of oxygen, making you high…giddy.
Anyone who enjoyed erotic asphyxiation knew how to ride those waves instinctively, without training or thought, and was and intense pleasure…
…if you trusted your partner not to kill you.
Saguru of course, had no trust in Shinichi (for very good reason), which made the edge of the high sharper, the fear almost too strong to enjoy the rush, though the body pressed eagerly against his own made it hard to resist as he gasped soundlessly, desperately, hands clutching at Shinichi's hips, body begging for more friction, more contact, and more air to enjoy the sensations.
Shinichi released Saguru's throat again, giving the detective a chance to breath, to even protest, as the murder squirmed down Saguru's body, slipping under the sheets that barely clung to the bed and pulling down the silk pajama bottoms he found, wrapping his mouth around the waiting erection.
Saguru groaned deeply, the tail end still rather raspy from not having enough air to satisfy him. He buried a hand in the heavy gelled strands of Shinichi's hair, thrusting up against the hot mouth wrapped around him, not bothering to be gentle. He didn't care if Shinichi choked to death, so long as he got off.
Shinichi moved with the thrusting, keeping Saguru well out of his throat, making a note to teach the blond a lesson in return for the action at a later date (it wouldn't do to have one of his toys thinking he could get away with such control, after all), before swallowing around the flesh in his mouth, sucking happily, a hand sliding up Saguru's chest before realizing there was a problem.
Saguru was taller then Kaito, and thus, moves he used on the thief, weren't the same ones he could use on the blond. It had been simple, to suck off Kaito and strangle him at the same time, not so much Saguru.
Saguru shifted, lying down, pushing at Shinichi's stomach with his knees until the former detective was on the side rather then his lap, thus giving Shinichi a foot of access he didn't have before. He swallowed as he felt Shinichi's manicured fingers against his flesh, before closing his eyes, giving himself over to the ecstasy.
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