Fic: For Your Entertainment (3/?)
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Title: 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 (of doom): I forgot to say this before, so I'll put it here. This is not a happy fun let's pair up random people and watch them have sex for no reason. The pairings are there for a reason as is the subject matter. We're going to move beyond traditional, mainstream BDSM in this story and into a subsection that is dark and complete. Many will not enjoy reading about this, it is not politically correct, safe or nice. I won't blame you if you turn back, it's a hard subject to write about.
And in addition to the "twisted" lifestyles, we're also going to feature other dark themes such as murder, violence, mayhem and other concepts close to the BO, Crow!Shinichi IS a main character after all. The only concept not touched in this story is rape...simply because I don't want to confuse you with Saguru's dithering about his relationship with Shinichi. Through out this whole story, every intimate scene with them is and will always be consensual (despite the blasted detective's reservations).
That said, enjoy the story!
Chapter Three: Ring the Alarm
"Please welcome our new student,"
Saguru blinked, remembering a time two years ago when that familiar refrain introduced him to an entirely different world then he had expected. His eyes slid to the side, glancing at the empty chair that was a few rows away from him, where a laughing, manic magician used to sit. His eyes slid back to the front and he swallowed, staring up at Kudo Shinichi, looking far too neat and orderly in the Ekoda High uniform for someone who was a mass murder , rapist and general all around poster child for evil incarnate.
"You can take the...er...empty seat next to Nakamori-san," The teacher said, waving Shinichi towards his seat.
Saguru watched Shinichi as the teenager headed towards his new seat, Kaito's seat, before standing and storming from the room, not caring that he had left everything, including his shoes behind. He headed for the park behind the school, burring his face in his hands, fighting the urge to break down, to give into the emotions plaguing him since the night before.
He desperately wished Kaito was there, had been there, to torment him and bring him back from the brink.
The bushes shuffled behind him and Saguru half turned, giving a yelp as someone leapt at him, choking him with a tight leather strap, the pressure releasing slightly as the person straddled his hips on the bench, almost falling backwards and taking them both to the ground before they righted themselves.
"That looks better on you then I imagined," Shinichi purred into Saguru's ear, fingers brushing over the soft skin of the detective's neck.
Saguru reached up, fingers finding the metal collar wrapped round his neck, eyes widening for a moment, bile catching in his throat before he shoved Shinichi away from him, standing. He gave the other teen a frightened, panicked look before taking off like a startled deer, desperate to get away.
–
Saguru leaned over the sink in his bathroom, panting heavily, the heavily familiar weight of the collar around his neck. The metal was a dull reminder of a life he had long since left behind and with each breath, each swallow, Saguru could feel the walls closing in around him, a broken and choked scream rising in the back of his mind.
Saguru reached a trembling hand up to the cold metal, gently tracing it, trying to find the latch that he knew he wouldn't. These weren't the style that one could find in any sex or fetish shop, specially designed for a select and limited clientele. Only the buyer knew the release, negating any chance for escape or freedom.
Saguru's eyes raised to his reflection as his finger slid off the collar, tracing the line of scarring across his neck usually hidden by latex and make-up (which had been rubbed off by the collar), the slick shine of the burn scare a pale contrast to the skin around it. His finger followed the scar down under his shirt collar, before trembling hands carefully pulled open his uniform jacket, shirt following slowly, revealing a vivid road map of pain and horror, scars crossing his chest and stomach in such twisted patterns that one could barely distinguish one from the other.
He gave a harsh, shuddering breath, before leaning over the sink again, retching as he thought of being in that position again, an object to be used as seen fit...to be destroyed.
And yet, even as he rebelled against the idea, fought to keep from curling into a ball and screaming in remembered fear and pain...a greater part of him craved it, desperate for the perfection that it offered him.
He wanted nothing more then to return to the life he had lead since he was fourteen...to belong to someone.
He rinsed his mouth with too cold water, before sitting on the edge of the bath, squeezing his eyes shut against the memories that flooded into him, things he had thought long buried into the past. Memories of everything he had left behind when he and Bayaa had fled England both painful and pleasurable.
He had been part of the circle too long, he couldn't put it behind him no matter how he tried...and suddenly he realized what they had said, when the others told him you couldn't escape yourself. He had been too young to realize...to catch on. After all, wasn't that what they were doing? Enjoying a bit of escapism?
But no, that had been the others, those who had carefully planned out scenes and costumes.
And he hated them. The day trippers, weekend retreaters with their too bright eyes, too happy smiles, leather collars that were a bit too shiny, the newness not yet worn off and their bloody safe words, as if anything was safe in their world, let alone sex (no matter what the community as a whole tried to portray to the world).
He hated them for making a mockery of everything he was.
It was only now, when faced with the same temptations, the same sudden seduction that he realized how far apart their worlds really were, while still sharing the same space.
Hakuba Saguru was no one's submissive, but was rather suddenly Kudo Shinichi's property. And he wondered just how broken the other teen would leave him.
–
Shinichi watched through the window as Saguru stood, wiping his face with a cloth before pulling off his shirt and jacket completely, revealing the full extent of the wounds that had decorated the blond's torso.
Hissing through his teeth, Shinichi's eyes narrowed, anger and hate flooding through him as he took in the scars, the chunks of flesh that just weren't there. Some people did not appreciate their possessions, and it was disgusting to see the result.
Shinichi pushed off the tree branch he had been resting on, sliding to the ground, black trench coat swirling around his legs as stuffed his hands into his pockets, heading for the waiting car, content to leave his new toy alone for the night.
He had research to do anyway, to find out just who had given him such damaged goods and return the favor three times over.
Title: 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 (of doom): I forgot to say this before, so I'll put it here. This is not a happy fun let's pair up random people and watch them have sex for no reason. The pairings are there for a reason as is the subject matter. We're going to move beyond traditional, mainstream BDSM in this story and into a subsection that is dark and complete. Many will not enjoy reading about this, it is not politically correct, safe or nice. I won't blame you if you turn back, it's a hard subject to write about.
And in addition to the "twisted" lifestyles, we're also going to feature other dark themes such as murder, violence, mayhem and other concepts close to the BO, Crow!Shinichi IS a main character after all. The only concept not touched in this story is rape...simply because I don't want to confuse you with Saguru's dithering about his relationship with Shinichi. Through out this whole story, every intimate scene with them is and will always be consensual (despite the blasted detective's reservations).
That said, enjoy the story!
Chapter Three: Ring the Alarm
"Please welcome our new student,"
Saguru blinked, remembering a time two years ago when that familiar refrain introduced him to an entirely different world then he had expected. His eyes slid to the side, glancing at the empty chair that was a few rows away from him, where a laughing, manic magician used to sit. His eyes slid back to the front and he swallowed, staring up at Kudo Shinichi, looking far too neat and orderly in the Ekoda High uniform for someone who was a mass murder , rapist and general all around poster child for evil incarnate.
"You can take the...er...empty seat next to Nakamori-san," The teacher said, waving Shinichi towards his seat.
Saguru watched Shinichi as the teenager headed towards his new seat, Kaito's seat, before standing and storming from the room, not caring that he had left everything, including his shoes behind. He headed for the park behind the school, burring his face in his hands, fighting the urge to break down, to give into the emotions plaguing him since the night before.
He desperately wished Kaito was there, had been there, to torment him and bring him back from the brink.
The bushes shuffled behind him and Saguru half turned, giving a yelp as someone leapt at him, choking him with a tight leather strap, the pressure releasing slightly as the person straddled his hips on the bench, almost falling backwards and taking them both to the ground before they righted themselves.
"That looks better on you then I imagined," Shinichi purred into Saguru's ear, fingers brushing over the soft skin of the detective's neck.
Saguru reached up, fingers finding the metal collar wrapped round his neck, eyes widening for a moment, bile catching in his throat before he shoved Shinichi away from him, standing. He gave the other teen a frightened, panicked look before taking off like a startled deer, desperate to get away.
–
Saguru leaned over the sink in his bathroom, panting heavily, the heavily familiar weight of the collar around his neck. The metal was a dull reminder of a life he had long since left behind and with each breath, each swallow, Saguru could feel the walls closing in around him, a broken and choked scream rising in the back of his mind.
Saguru reached a trembling hand up to the cold metal, gently tracing it, trying to find the latch that he knew he wouldn't. These weren't the style that one could find in any sex or fetish shop, specially designed for a select and limited clientele. Only the buyer knew the release, negating any chance for escape or freedom.
Saguru's eyes raised to his reflection as his finger slid off the collar, tracing the line of scarring across his neck usually hidden by latex and make-up (which had been rubbed off by the collar), the slick shine of the burn scare a pale contrast to the skin around it. His finger followed the scar down under his shirt collar, before trembling hands carefully pulled open his uniform jacket, shirt following slowly, revealing a vivid road map of pain and horror, scars crossing his chest and stomach in such twisted patterns that one could barely distinguish one from the other.
He gave a harsh, shuddering breath, before leaning over the sink again, retching as he thought of being in that position again, an object to be used as seen fit...to be destroyed.
And yet, even as he rebelled against the idea, fought to keep from curling into a ball and screaming in remembered fear and pain...a greater part of him craved it, desperate for the perfection that it offered him.
He wanted nothing more then to return to the life he had lead since he was fourteen...to belong to someone.
He rinsed his mouth with too cold water, before sitting on the edge of the bath, squeezing his eyes shut against the memories that flooded into him, things he had thought long buried into the past. Memories of everything he had left behind when he and Bayaa had fled England both painful and pleasurable.
He had been part of the circle too long, he couldn't put it behind him no matter how he tried...and suddenly he realized what they had said, when the others told him you couldn't escape yourself. He had been too young to realize...to catch on. After all, wasn't that what they were doing? Enjoying a bit of escapism?
But no, that had been the others, those who had carefully planned out scenes and costumes.
And he hated them. The day trippers, weekend retreaters with their too bright eyes, too happy smiles, leather collars that were a bit too shiny, the newness not yet worn off and their bloody safe words, as if anything was safe in their world, let alone sex (no matter what the community as a whole tried to portray to the world).
He hated them for making a mockery of everything he was.
It was only now, when faced with the same temptations, the same sudden seduction that he realized how far apart their worlds really were, while still sharing the same space.
Hakuba Saguru was no one's submissive, but was rather suddenly Kudo Shinichi's property. And he wondered just how broken the other teen would leave him.
–
Shinichi watched through the window as Saguru stood, wiping his face with a cloth before pulling off his shirt and jacket completely, revealing the full extent of the wounds that had decorated the blond's torso.
Hissing through his teeth, Shinichi's eyes narrowed, anger and hate flooding through him as he took in the scars, the chunks of flesh that just weren't there. Some people did not appreciate their possessions, and it was disgusting to see the result.
Shinichi pushed off the tree branch he had been resting on, sliding to the ground, black trench coat swirling around his legs as stuffed his hands into his pockets, heading for the waiting car, content to leave his new toy alone for the night.
He had research to do anyway, to find out just who had given him such damaged goods and return the favor three times over.
