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Jan. 30th, 2009 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTitle: Gamma Squared
Author: me~
Rating: R
Pairing: Byakuran/Gamma
Fandom: Reborn (duuuuuh... promise to write more PoT I do I do)
Summary: The night is young, Byakuran is drunk and vulnerable... but not so much as he seems
Gamma has never seen Byakuran as vulnerable as he appears now, vest unbuttoned and shirt sleeves rolled up, his arm looped around Irie Shouichi's shoulders as they walk down the hallway towards Byakuran's room.Irie Shouichi looks the worse for wear as well, his hair mussed and his cheeks almost as red as his hair. Behind them the party still holds some life, white spell drinking to some success Gamma had not bothered to find out about. The death of childhood innocence maybe, or perhaps Hell was finally accepting applicants for the devil.
Whatever it is, Gamma does not care, but he does care about this drunken, listing Byakuran, who's smile when he turns it on Gamma is filled with all the open insinuations that are generally veiled. "Shou-chan… look who showed up to join the party."
Irie Shouichi looks at Gamma with all the distrust he can summon, but his eyes have a far away look to them and his grip on Byakuran slips a little. Whatever the party is about, it has gotten both White Spell members drunk. Gamma thinks of how easy it would be to slip his hand into his pocket and draw out a gun and shoot them both… but the Millefiore does not use guns, and Gamma doubts that his box weapon would be a match against Byakuran, even if the other was drunk. "Gamma-kun." Irie greats, his grip slipping and Byakuran almost tumbling from his grip. "Ah! Byakuran-san."
Byakuran does slip from Irie's grip then, purposefully moving from Irie's support to hold himself up on the wall. "Now, now, Shou-chan, it's past your bedtime… and I can get to bed on my own."
It's a comedy of errors watching these two interact, a wealth of blackmail and snippy comments Gamma can make later to make Irie blush and twist away, to get under Byakuran's skin. "I can help him back to his room, Irie-kun." Gamma is surprised by his own offer, almost as surprised as Irie himself. But Byakuran smiles at Gamma again, and Gamma feels the urge to slam his fist into Byakuran's face. Brute force against a drunk young man (younger than Gamma at least) who couldn't defend himself… except he is Byakuran, and Byakuran is evil incarnate.
"See, Shou-chan, Gamma-kun will help me back." And Byakuran moves down the hallway to fall against Gamma's side, skinny ribs pressed against his arm. When Gamma grips under Byakuran's arm Byakuran feels so warm against his side, like a space heater. "Now, Shou-chan, to bed! And Gamma, my room is that way."
The walk to Byakuran's room is short, and silent, Byakuran accepting Gamma's support and barely stumbling on the plush imported carpet lining the hall. Gamma opens the door, and the lights in Byakuran's room come on automatically. "Just help me over to the bed, Gamma-kun."
Gamma kicks the door closed behind him, hoping it leaves a mark. When they reach the bed Byakuran stumbles, the first stumble in their long walk together, and Gamma finds himself dragged down by Byakuran's sudden dead weight. Byakuran sprawls on the bed, one hand gripping Gamma's arm, his legs sprawled on either side of Gamma's hips. It is an openly vulnerable position. Byakuran's neck is pale, white, long, and so tempting. Gamma's fingers twitch, and it it wasn't for the grip of Byakuran's hand on his arm he would….
"What are you thinking Gamma-kun?" Byakuran questions, but it's not really a question, not when Byakuran knows what Gamma is thinking. "Want to touch me?" And Gamma tries to jerk away, but Byakuran's grip is tight and strong and it won't take long before Gamma looses feeling in his arm. "Do you want to hurt me?"
Byakuran smiles, and it's a smile that makes sensation hit a part of Gamma's body Gamma has been ignoring, a part of himself that he hasn't let out since her death. But it's awakened in an entirely new way, a way Gamma would have never allowed himself to be with her, a way Gamma didn't know he could be. "Come on, Gamma-kun." And Byakuran drops Gamma's arm, scoots up on the bed and spreads his arms like a sacrifice.
Gamma can leave now, nothing is keeping him in the room, nothing but a new, insistent urge to just… dirty all that white, leave black marks all over Byakuran's body. Gamma's on Byakuran in an instant, the bed bounces under Gamma's weight, Byakuran's silk shirt feels cool under Gamma's hands, slippery between Gamma's fingers.
The buttons made a snapping sound when Gamma rips the shirt open, like Gamma's control. Byakuran's chest is pale and skinny, Gamma could count Byakuran's ribs if he wanted to. Gamma manhandles Byakuran, dragging the shirt and vest off of Byakuran's arms and tossing them aside. Byakuran has a million outfits like it anyway. Byakuran allows Gamma to toss him about like a rag doll, smiling the entire time, still smiling even when Gamma takes Byakuran's belt and wraps it around his neck like a choke chain, the buckle snug under Byakuran's chin.
"Don't try anything." Gamma growls, black on white on black on white.
"Of c-" Byakuran is cut off when Gamma tugs on the belt, the thick leather tightening around Byakuran's wind pipe. The smile doesn't even slip as Byakuran closes his mouth, his head nodding in agreement. Of course Byakuran wouldn't try anything, especially not when he went so far as to set this all up.
Gamma keeps a fist wrapped in the black leather belt as he removes Byakuran's pants and fancy dress shoes, his socks and the white silk boxers. Gamma tosses off his suit jacket, and loosens his tie. Byakuran moves slowly, but Gamma is still startled when cool, slim fingers touch his, slip past his, and remove Gamma's tie.
"Don't…" But Byakuran is already undoing Gamma's shirt buttons and pushing the starched fabric away. Gamma should be the one in control, but he knows he is not, it's fairly obvious he isn't when Byakuran pushes Gamma to lie flat on the bed and straddles his hips.
"Mmm." Byakuran humms, and Gamma tugs on the belt, feeling a sick thrill when Byakuran gasps slightly. It's sick, and wrong, and Byakuran's smiling. This isn't hurting Byakuran, and Byakuran is no more vulnerable tipsy and naked than he would be wearing a full suit of armor and wielding a million box weapons. Gamma is the one vulnerable, naked and under Byakuran, his fist wrapped around a useless leash. Byakuran's eyes are half lidded, and the look on his face reads quite plainly 'let's see if we can teach this old dog some new tricks'.
Byakuran's hips move backward, his ass rubbing intimately against Gamma.
The night is young, and the night is long, and Byakuran is not as drunk as he seemed. Gamma is an active participant in what was never the rape of Byakuran, but is potentially the rape of Gamma, an apt title for a Greek Tragedy.
Author: me~
Rating: R
Pairing: Byakuran/Gamma
Fandom: Reborn (duuuuuh... promise to write more PoT I do I do)
Summary: The night is young, Byakuran is drunk and vulnerable... but not so much as he seems
Gamma has never seen Byakuran as vulnerable as he appears now, vest unbuttoned and shirt sleeves rolled up, his arm looped around Irie Shouichi's shoulders as they walk down the hallway towards Byakuran's room.Irie Shouichi looks the worse for wear as well, his hair mussed and his cheeks almost as red as his hair. Behind them the party still holds some life, white spell drinking to some success Gamma had not bothered to find out about. The death of childhood innocence maybe, or perhaps Hell was finally accepting applicants for the devil.
Whatever it is, Gamma does not care, but he does care about this drunken, listing Byakuran, who's smile when he turns it on Gamma is filled with all the open insinuations that are generally veiled. "Shou-chan… look who showed up to join the party."
Irie Shouichi looks at Gamma with all the distrust he can summon, but his eyes have a far away look to them and his grip on Byakuran slips a little. Whatever the party is about, it has gotten both White Spell members drunk. Gamma thinks of how easy it would be to slip his hand into his pocket and draw out a gun and shoot them both… but the Millefiore does not use guns, and Gamma doubts that his box weapon would be a match against Byakuran, even if the other was drunk. "Gamma-kun." Irie greats, his grip slipping and Byakuran almost tumbling from his grip. "Ah! Byakuran-san."
Byakuran does slip from Irie's grip then, purposefully moving from Irie's support to hold himself up on the wall. "Now, now, Shou-chan, it's past your bedtime… and I can get to bed on my own."
It's a comedy of errors watching these two interact, a wealth of blackmail and snippy comments Gamma can make later to make Irie blush and twist away, to get under Byakuran's skin. "I can help him back to his room, Irie-kun." Gamma is surprised by his own offer, almost as surprised as Irie himself. But Byakuran smiles at Gamma again, and Gamma feels the urge to slam his fist into Byakuran's face. Brute force against a drunk young man (younger than Gamma at least) who couldn't defend himself… except he is Byakuran, and Byakuran is evil incarnate.
"See, Shou-chan, Gamma-kun will help me back." And Byakuran moves down the hallway to fall against Gamma's side, skinny ribs pressed against his arm. When Gamma grips under Byakuran's arm Byakuran feels so warm against his side, like a space heater. "Now, Shou-chan, to bed! And Gamma, my room is that way."
The walk to Byakuran's room is short, and silent, Byakuran accepting Gamma's support and barely stumbling on the plush imported carpet lining the hall. Gamma opens the door, and the lights in Byakuran's room come on automatically. "Just help me over to the bed, Gamma-kun."
Gamma kicks the door closed behind him, hoping it leaves a mark. When they reach the bed Byakuran stumbles, the first stumble in their long walk together, and Gamma finds himself dragged down by Byakuran's sudden dead weight. Byakuran sprawls on the bed, one hand gripping Gamma's arm, his legs sprawled on either side of Gamma's hips. It is an openly vulnerable position. Byakuran's neck is pale, white, long, and so tempting. Gamma's fingers twitch, and it it wasn't for the grip of Byakuran's hand on his arm he would….
"What are you thinking Gamma-kun?" Byakuran questions, but it's not really a question, not when Byakuran knows what Gamma is thinking. "Want to touch me?" And Gamma tries to jerk away, but Byakuran's grip is tight and strong and it won't take long before Gamma looses feeling in his arm. "Do you want to hurt me?"
Byakuran smiles, and it's a smile that makes sensation hit a part of Gamma's body Gamma has been ignoring, a part of himself that he hasn't let out since her death. But it's awakened in an entirely new way, a way Gamma would have never allowed himself to be with her, a way Gamma didn't know he could be. "Come on, Gamma-kun." And Byakuran drops Gamma's arm, scoots up on the bed and spreads his arms like a sacrifice.
Gamma can leave now, nothing is keeping him in the room, nothing but a new, insistent urge to just… dirty all that white, leave black marks all over Byakuran's body. Gamma's on Byakuran in an instant, the bed bounces under Gamma's weight, Byakuran's silk shirt feels cool under Gamma's hands, slippery between Gamma's fingers.
The buttons made a snapping sound when Gamma rips the shirt open, like Gamma's control. Byakuran's chest is pale and skinny, Gamma could count Byakuran's ribs if he wanted to. Gamma manhandles Byakuran, dragging the shirt and vest off of Byakuran's arms and tossing them aside. Byakuran has a million outfits like it anyway. Byakuran allows Gamma to toss him about like a rag doll, smiling the entire time, still smiling even when Gamma takes Byakuran's belt and wraps it around his neck like a choke chain, the buckle snug under Byakuran's chin.
"Don't try anything." Gamma growls, black on white on black on white.
"Of c-" Byakuran is cut off when Gamma tugs on the belt, the thick leather tightening around Byakuran's wind pipe. The smile doesn't even slip as Byakuran closes his mouth, his head nodding in agreement. Of course Byakuran wouldn't try anything, especially not when he went so far as to set this all up.
Gamma keeps a fist wrapped in the black leather belt as he removes Byakuran's pants and fancy dress shoes, his socks and the white silk boxers. Gamma tosses off his suit jacket, and loosens his tie. Byakuran moves slowly, but Gamma is still startled when cool, slim fingers touch his, slip past his, and remove Gamma's tie.
"Don't…" But Byakuran is already undoing Gamma's shirt buttons and pushing the starched fabric away. Gamma should be the one in control, but he knows he is not, it's fairly obvious he isn't when Byakuran pushes Gamma to lie flat on the bed and straddles his hips.
"Mmm." Byakuran humms, and Gamma tugs on the belt, feeling a sick thrill when Byakuran gasps slightly. It's sick, and wrong, and Byakuran's smiling. This isn't hurting Byakuran, and Byakuran is no more vulnerable tipsy and naked than he would be wearing a full suit of armor and wielding a million box weapons. Gamma is the one vulnerable, naked and under Byakuran, his fist wrapped around a useless leash. Byakuran's eyes are half lidded, and the look on his face reads quite plainly 'let's see if we can teach this old dog some new tricks'.
Byakuran's hips move backward, his ass rubbing intimately against Gamma.
The night is young, and the night is long, and Byakuran is not as drunk as he seemed. Gamma is an active participant in what was never the rape of Byakuran, but is potentially the rape of Gamma, an apt title for a Greek Tragedy.
