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Nov. 12th, 2009 02:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaByakuran has been smiling all day, even before he cracked open his first bag of marshmallows. Even though he has noticed more reports of interceptions of 'Flora', and more reports of resistance to Byakuran's primarily bloodless take over of the world's governments. "You look happy, Byakuran-san." One of the Cervello says to him. The two of them stand at opposite ends of his desk, both of them holding files. One is Byakuran's inbox, the other his outbox. Sometimes they even sign the papers for him.
"It's that time of the month." Byakuran explains, easily.
The Cervello smile their small plastic smiles at him, their wide white eyes uncomprehending. They know what 'that time of the month' refers to, but they have no comprehension of humor, no knowledge of why Byakuran looks forward to this week so cheerfully. Byakuran can sense that today will be the day too. 'Rent day', or 'payday'. Byakuran has so many cheerful little names for the events that follow, events that most of the world would find sordid, even while they engage in the same activites.
Byakuran smiles all the way back to his expansive, expensive, white mansion, and smiles all the way down the long walk to his bedroom. He knows from the nod his doorman gave him who he will find inside.
Irie Shouichi stands silhouetted against Byakuran's bedroom windows, framed by the dying sun. He turns nervously when Byakuran enters the room.
"Shou-chan." Byakuran's smile widens. Quickly Byakuran shortens the distance between them and gathers Shouichi up into his arms. Shouichi flinches nervously. "I'm so happy to see you." Byakuran cradles the back of Shouichi's head and brushes his lips over Shouichi's ear. "I was worried."
Shouichi's limbs twitch and shiver, and he feels so hot to Byakuran's touch. Byakuran smiles more, and kisses the skin under Shouichi's ear.
"Please." Shouichi whimpers. "Byakuran-san."
"Shhhh." Byakuran leads Shouichi back towards his bed, presses the frail frame into his plush mattress. Shouichi feels even more breakable now than before, his bones are bird thin and his skin is pale. "You should have come to see me sooner, Shou-chan."
It is Friday. Generally Shouichi's cravings force him to come earlier in the week. Even then, Byakuran only gives Shouichi enough Flora to tide him through a week. If Shouichi could buy from a normal source, on the street or through a crooked doctor, he would have no problem. But Byakuran has made it so Shouichi can only purchase Flora from the source, from him. And he hooked Shouichi on the drug years ago during the designing process.
Shouichi tried to run, when he found out, but the withdrawal put him in the hospital, and the hospital brought him back to Byakuran. He has not tried to run since, not further than a month's travel anyway.
"No." Shouichi whines. "I don't… I don't want it." Shouichi struggles against Byakuran's arms, but his struggles are faint.
"If you really didn't want it Shou-chan, you wouldn't have come to me." Byakuran fishes a foil and plastic package from inside his suit coat. He breaks the seal and drops one pill onto his palm, then holds the palm out to Shouichi. "Come here, Shou-chan."
Shouichi's green eyes are dark, they flicker, and he dives in. A wet tongue wipes catlike over Byakuran's palm. Shouich'is sob is muffled by warm skin.
"Shhh, it's alright Shou-chan." Byakuran strokes through matted sweaty hair and down a thin neck. Shouichi is becoming much too thin lately, much too thin. Byakuran drops his damp palm down to cup Shouichi's chin and brings Shouich's head up. Shouichi's irises are thin lines of green around a blown pupil. Flora works fast, but Shouichi's stomach must have been empty. "Let's get you bathed, Shou-chan."
A small smile brings the edges of Shouich's mouth up. "Together, Byakuran-san?" Shouich'is small fragile frame curls up against Byakuran's, his shivers dying down, the body heat spiking.
"Of course." Byakuran kisses Shouichi's temple. "I'd never leave your side."
"It's that time of the month." Byakuran explains, easily.
The Cervello smile their small plastic smiles at him, their wide white eyes uncomprehending. They know what 'that time of the month' refers to, but they have no comprehension of humor, no knowledge of why Byakuran looks forward to this week so cheerfully. Byakuran can sense that today will be the day too. 'Rent day', or 'payday'. Byakuran has so many cheerful little names for the events that follow, events that most of the world would find sordid, even while they engage in the same activites.
Byakuran smiles all the way back to his expansive, expensive, white mansion, and smiles all the way down the long walk to his bedroom. He knows from the nod his doorman gave him who he will find inside.
Irie Shouichi stands silhouetted against Byakuran's bedroom windows, framed by the dying sun. He turns nervously when Byakuran enters the room.
"Shou-chan." Byakuran's smile widens. Quickly Byakuran shortens the distance between them and gathers Shouichi up into his arms. Shouichi flinches nervously. "I'm so happy to see you." Byakuran cradles the back of Shouichi's head and brushes his lips over Shouichi's ear. "I was worried."
Shouichi's limbs twitch and shiver, and he feels so hot to Byakuran's touch. Byakuran smiles more, and kisses the skin under Shouichi's ear.
"Please." Shouichi whimpers. "Byakuran-san."
"Shhhh." Byakuran leads Shouichi back towards his bed, presses the frail frame into his plush mattress. Shouichi feels even more breakable now than before, his bones are bird thin and his skin is pale. "You should have come to see me sooner, Shou-chan."
It is Friday. Generally Shouichi's cravings force him to come earlier in the week. Even then, Byakuran only gives Shouichi enough Flora to tide him through a week. If Shouichi could buy from a normal source, on the street or through a crooked doctor, he would have no problem. But Byakuran has made it so Shouichi can only purchase Flora from the source, from him. And he hooked Shouichi on the drug years ago during the designing process.
Shouichi tried to run, when he found out, but the withdrawal put him in the hospital, and the hospital brought him back to Byakuran. He has not tried to run since, not further than a month's travel anyway.
"No." Shouichi whines. "I don't… I don't want it." Shouichi struggles against Byakuran's arms, but his struggles are faint.
"If you really didn't want it Shou-chan, you wouldn't have come to me." Byakuran fishes a foil and plastic package from inside his suit coat. He breaks the seal and drops one pill onto his palm, then holds the palm out to Shouichi. "Come here, Shou-chan."
Shouichi's green eyes are dark, they flicker, and he dives in. A wet tongue wipes catlike over Byakuran's palm. Shouich'is sob is muffled by warm skin.
"Shhh, it's alright Shou-chan." Byakuran strokes through matted sweaty hair and down a thin neck. Shouichi is becoming much too thin lately, much too thin. Byakuran drops his damp palm down to cup Shouichi's chin and brings Shouich's head up. Shouichi's irises are thin lines of green around a blown pupil. Flora works fast, but Shouichi's stomach must have been empty. "Let's get you bathed, Shou-chan."
A small smile brings the edges of Shouich's mouth up. "Together, Byakuran-san?" Shouich'is small fragile frame curls up against Byakuran's, his shivers dying down, the body heat spiking.
"Of course." Byakuran kisses Shouichi's temple. "I'd never leave your side."
