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kat8chaTitle: Locked Doors
Author:ohgodnotactuallyme kat8cha
Fandom: Reborn
Pairing: Byakuran/Everyone (no, I'm not joking)
Rating: PG-13 (for, well, sexual slavery, non/dub-con, possible implied drug use, and bdsm)
Summary: Byakuran wins. Byakuran has a harem. Enough said. There is no plot.
A/N: ...oh god I'm never going to admit to writing this again. Also, if you want me to write a short snippet of 'that night' with whoever you want it to be with, comment with the name.
Byakuran found opening the doors to his seraglio consistently refreshing. Not that the room itself was refreshing. The air was heavily scented with roses, some would even say the smell was cloying. The atmosphere inside was also depressing, tense with fear, and filled with the sad realization of inevitability. Byakuran walked into his private playground, trusting Zakuro and Kikyou to guard the doors. Byakuran had thought once about housing his two best fighters in his harem, but their offensive skills were not to be wasted. Not that their sexual skills were sub par, Byakuran had engaged the two of them in his bedroom, and watched their private meetings.
Byakuran's smile widened, sickle thin still, but now beginning to curve. The private quarters for his playthings were attached to one main room, and all of them knew to be in the main room when he arrived. There had been trouble with that, of course, but they soon learned that the punishment of hiding was far, far, far worse than the embarrassment of joining their fellows.
Silver chains jingled from Gokudera Hayato's outfit when he turned his head away. A silver link chain around Gokudera's neck started the outfit, and small silver chains ran down Gokudera's arms to three locked silver bangles on Gokudera's arms. One bangle on his upper arms, one on his mid-arms, and the other on his wrists. Chains also ran from Gokudera's collar to loop through his nipple peircings and attach to the silver chain circling his waist. A white loin cloth dropped between Gokudera's legs to his ankles, which were adorned with silver anklets. Byakuran's eyes linger on the graceful arch of Gokudera's neck. He knows how good it feels to wrap his fingers around Gokudera's neck and squeeze, and Gokudera makes the most adorable noises when Byakuran bites down on the tender flesh there.
Yamamoto Takeshi places a protective arm around Gokudera's shoulder, which Gokudera immediately shrugs off. It draws attention to the skintight black arm warmers that stretch from the middle of Yamamoto's hand (secured by strings around his middle fingers) to Yamamoto's shoulders. A band of fabric attaches them behind Yamamoto's back. A simple black collar is snapped around Yamamoto's neck, and tight black pants cling to Yamamoto's legs. Genkishi must have paid a visit today, because Yamamoto's chest and stomach shine with oil. A few fading love bites still remain from the last time Byakuran played with Yamamoto, and fading burns from the candle wax. The pants must also be quite uncomfortable.
Byakuran ponders taking Yamamoto and Gokudera together, as he has done before. It's more difficult to begin, but once their eyes are glazed with pleasure they behave well enough.
But Byakuran does not care for Genkishi's sloppy seconds.
Gamma sits with Uni on his lap, the young teen's blank eyes barely lifting to meet Byakuran's. She is as beautiful as a doll, dressed in her black spell outfit of short-shorts and crop top. Behind her Gamma too wears the black spell uniform, though his is not as revealing as Uni's is. Protective arms are wrapped around Uni and Gamma glares at Byakuran through disheveled hair. Byakuran walks over to Uni and Gamma and strokes his fingers down Uni's delicate, soft legs. Gamma's glare darkens, and his grip on Uni tightens. Byakuran smiles at Gamma. It is, after all, Gamma who Byakuran fucks on the nights when Uni is brought to Byakuran's bed chamber. Although sometimes Byakuran sleeps with other members of the Black Spell while Uni watches, as sweetly and sedately as a doll. Byakuran likes to place Uni on his pillows and dress her up in lacy garments.
Uni herself does not twitch when Byakuran's lips brush over her ear.
"Not tonight." Byakuran whispers into Uni's ear, his lips brushing Gamma as well. Gamma shudders and pulls back into the couch. Uni's hands twitch, and her arms raise, gently, she places her hand on Byakuran's face.
It might be an attempt to push him away, but it fails. Byakuran turns his head and kisses Uni's sweet little palm before turning away.
Chrome sits next to Uni, her one eye almost as blank. She is dressed in a crossover between her old Kokuyo school uniform and a cheerleaders outfit. The skirt is short and pleated, when she stands it barely covers her sheer black panties. The green top is modeled after the Kokuyo jacket, but done it tight lycra, and is more of a sports bra than anything else. Scar tissue marks Chrome's stomach, remnants of the operations Byakuran has put her through in order to replace her organs one by one. Black ribbons wind up her arms to a corded leather collar. Mukuro's arm is placed over her shoulders, dark black bands of metal encircled Mukuro's wrists, one above and below his elbows, and one that wrapped around the top of his arm. A black metal circlet wrapped around his neck. Straps of black leather lead from one circlet to the other, than wrap tightly around Mukuro's chest and stomach, linked by chains of black metal. Skin tight black leather pants cling to Mukuro's legs, and lead down to his bare feet. Mukuro's eyepatch matches Chrome's, black with silver filigree.
Byakuran looks them over, but passes them by. Playing with Mukuro is more work than play, and while it is often rewarding it is not something Byakuran wishes to deal with today. He does have Mukuro's two toys chained up in one of the lower cellars as leverage, but they would gladly sacrifice themselves for Mukuro. Mukuro also only allows himself to show so much care and attention to his pets, and Byakuran knows that should he demand too much Mukuro would sooner close himself off than sacrifice past a certain point.
Dino Cavallone stands behind the couches, his hands clasped behind his back. It is not because he wishes to seem obedient, but because he wishes to hide the marks Byakuran has placed on him. Black and white and red tattoos on Dino's right arm and side to match the ones on his left. Dino cannot hide the white M encircled by a black moon, or the red flames that leap up over Dino's shoulders and lick at his neck. Dino hides his lower arm behind him where the tattoo of a white horse hobbled by barbed wire, and on Dino's hand is a tattoo of his old sky ring. On Dino's back, hidden from Byakuran's sight as well, is a pair of wings, white and healthy at the start but fading into broken bones and burned feathers at the end. Dino's collar itself is a tattoo of barbed wire, a mark that Dino is unable to remove. Not that any of Byakuran's slaves are allowed to remove their collars. At least Dino can wash with his on with minimal discomfort. White cotton pants hang low on Dino's hips, exposing the mouth of a snake tattoo, a tattoo that winds around Dino's left leg to his ankle. Byakuran enjoys tattooing Dino, the soft noises Dino makes when the needle punctures his skin, to the semi-glazed look in Dino's eyes afterwards. Byakuran enjoys the pain that blooms in Dino's eyes when Dino sees each new tattoo, Dino's mind quickly understanding the meanings behind each piece. He has an appointment with the tattoo artist for tomorrow night; Byakuran is planning on adding to Dino's right arm, and skillfully defiling the Cavallone crest.
Hibari Kyouya sits slightly to the right of Dino. He looks uncomfortable, and far too pretty, like always. Hibari is dressed in the mockery of a kimono, the fabric all wrong and the outfit too short. The obi is more of a corset really, and tied so tight it gives Hibari an almost womanly figure. Hibari's arms are trapped in the silken sleeves by straps that keep his arms tightly held together. A heavy weight is attached to one of Hibari's ankles, and a black gag wraps around Hibari's lower face. Fire and anger burn in Hibari's eyes, matching the blood red flowers that float over his kimono.
Byakuran places his fingers on Hibari's black collar, on which mockingly hangs the symbol for 'prefect'. Hibari glares at him and lunges forward, doing little more than falling into Byakuran's arms.
"Are you so eager for attention, Kyou-chan?" Byakuran strokes his hand down Hibari's back to the slim black underwear hidden under the kimono. He pushes on the butt plug he finds there. The butt plug is a treat, or a punishment, Byakuran uses on few pets. Hibari requires special handling. As Byakuran flips the switch to turn on the vibration he unleashes sky flames, harmonizing Hibari with the toy. Hibari sucks air in through his nostrils and bucks, flinging himself out of Byakuran's arms and landing on the floor.
Half of the room make abortive movements to come to Hibari's aid, but are stopped by Byakuran raising a warning eyebrow. Hibari writhes on the floor, refusing to look at Byakuran.
"Punishment for you, then." Byakuran murmurs, and snaps his fingers, signaling Kikyou. Kikyou easily lifts the other cloud guardian in his arms, including the other man's ball and chain. Hibari struggles, but Byakuran ignores the other man, looking instead over his other choices.
Lambo squirms uncomfortably when Byakuran's eyes land on him, but Byakuran is not truly interest in Lambo, nor in the young Chinese girl clinging to his side. I-Pin and Lambo are primarily used as punishment items, tools to use against the others in the room, just like Uni-chan is a watchful doll. Lambo's outfit is simple, a pair of ass-less chaps and a leather vest, combined with a headband holding cow ears and a large cowbell attached to the black collar on his neck. I-Pin's Chinese dress is cut scandalously short and tight with a diamond of fabric cut away to expose her bust.
"B-" a sound, the start of his name, cut off by teeth biting into a thin bottom lip. Byakuran smiles when his eyes meet Shouichi's. Shouichi flushes and quickly looks away.
Byakuran's favorite is dressed in a white harem outfit, voluminous partially see-through white pants exposing Shouichi's cute legs, and a short white top doing nothing to hide his skinny chest, Shouichi's delicate pink aureoles, or the looping black tattoo that spells out Byakuran's name. White bobby pins pull Shouichi's hair back out of his face, forcing it to puff out in the back. White gold earrings glitter down the cartilage of Shouichi's ears, and two small hoops hang from Shouichi's earlobes. A delicate scroll of black ink starts just below Shouichi's collar, a white leather collar that locks in the front with white wings in the style of the mare rings, the black tattoo continues down under the sheer fabric of Shouichi's shirt, forming the pictograms of Byakuran's name.
Byakuran strokes the back of his hand over Shouichi's ears, clinking the earrings together and drawing his hand down to brush over Shouichi's collar. Shouichi closes his eyes, his breathing becoming quick and shallow. Blood floods Shouichi's cheeks, turning his face a pleasant pink.
The sound of clinking chains distracts Byakuran, and he turns to the right.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sits beside Shouichi, another favorite, but for far different reasons. But while no one is allowed to touch Shouichi other than Byakuran, Byakuran encourages his favorite family members to come and play with Sawada. Still, like Hibari, Tsuna has not broken. Byakuran finds it most vexing. Even Mukuro is cowed, or at least his plots are still in formation and keep him in Byakuran's bed. Hibari Kyouya feels the constant need to fight.
Sawada's spirit is just strong, and seems to grow stronger due to adversity.
Must vexing.
Heavy steel chains clink when Tsuna shifts nervously, the heavy manacles locked around Tsuna's wrists and ankles shift and hint at raw, reddened skin underneath. The links attached to Sawada's wrists fall over his black clothed knees and down to his ankles. Sawada doesn't wear socks or shoes, his feet are bare. Black stirrup leggings partially cover the underside of his foot. A short beige skirt, modeled after Namimori's girl's uniform but much shorter, barely covered Sawada's lap. A white mock-Oxford is tied off over Sawada's chest, exposing his stomach and much of his neckline. Sawada swallows, and the muscles in his stomach tighten when Byakuran looks his way. Wide brown eyes are framed by a dusting of mascara and eye shadow, and Sawada's lips glisten when he nervously licks them.
"Fuu." Byakuran steps back with a smile, he gives the circle of playmates a once over again. "I think I'll pick…" Byakuran's eyes land on who he has decided to choose for the night, and his smile widens, and his eyes light up. "You."
Author:
Fandom: Reborn
Pairing: Byakuran/Everyone (no, I'm not joking)
Rating: PG-13 (for, well, sexual slavery, non/dub-con, possible implied drug use, and bdsm)
Summary: Byakuran wins. Byakuran has a harem. Enough said. There is no plot.
A/N: ...oh god I'm never going to admit to writing this again. Also, if you want me to write a short snippet of 'that night' with whoever you want it to be with, comment with the name.
Byakuran found opening the doors to his seraglio consistently refreshing. Not that the room itself was refreshing. The air was heavily scented with roses, some would even say the smell was cloying. The atmosphere inside was also depressing, tense with fear, and filled with the sad realization of inevitability. Byakuran walked into his private playground, trusting Zakuro and Kikyou to guard the doors. Byakuran had thought once about housing his two best fighters in his harem, but their offensive skills were not to be wasted. Not that their sexual skills were sub par, Byakuran had engaged the two of them in his bedroom, and watched their private meetings.
Byakuran's smile widened, sickle thin still, but now beginning to curve. The private quarters for his playthings were attached to one main room, and all of them knew to be in the main room when he arrived. There had been trouble with that, of course, but they soon learned that the punishment of hiding was far, far, far worse than the embarrassment of joining their fellows.
Silver chains jingled from Gokudera Hayato's outfit when he turned his head away. A silver link chain around Gokudera's neck started the outfit, and small silver chains ran down Gokudera's arms to three locked silver bangles on Gokudera's arms. One bangle on his upper arms, one on his mid-arms, and the other on his wrists. Chains also ran from Gokudera's collar to loop through his nipple peircings and attach to the silver chain circling his waist. A white loin cloth dropped between Gokudera's legs to his ankles, which were adorned with silver anklets. Byakuran's eyes linger on the graceful arch of Gokudera's neck. He knows how good it feels to wrap his fingers around Gokudera's neck and squeeze, and Gokudera makes the most adorable noises when Byakuran bites down on the tender flesh there.
Yamamoto Takeshi places a protective arm around Gokudera's shoulder, which Gokudera immediately shrugs off. It draws attention to the skintight black arm warmers that stretch from the middle of Yamamoto's hand (secured by strings around his middle fingers) to Yamamoto's shoulders. A band of fabric attaches them behind Yamamoto's back. A simple black collar is snapped around Yamamoto's neck, and tight black pants cling to Yamamoto's legs. Genkishi must have paid a visit today, because Yamamoto's chest and stomach shine with oil. A few fading love bites still remain from the last time Byakuran played with Yamamoto, and fading burns from the candle wax. The pants must also be quite uncomfortable.
Byakuran ponders taking Yamamoto and Gokudera together, as he has done before. It's more difficult to begin, but once their eyes are glazed with pleasure they behave well enough.
But Byakuran does not care for Genkishi's sloppy seconds.
Gamma sits with Uni on his lap, the young teen's blank eyes barely lifting to meet Byakuran's. She is as beautiful as a doll, dressed in her black spell outfit of short-shorts and crop top. Behind her Gamma too wears the black spell uniform, though his is not as revealing as Uni's is. Protective arms are wrapped around Uni and Gamma glares at Byakuran through disheveled hair. Byakuran walks over to Uni and Gamma and strokes his fingers down Uni's delicate, soft legs. Gamma's glare darkens, and his grip on Uni tightens. Byakuran smiles at Gamma. It is, after all, Gamma who Byakuran fucks on the nights when Uni is brought to Byakuran's bed chamber. Although sometimes Byakuran sleeps with other members of the Black Spell while Uni watches, as sweetly and sedately as a doll. Byakuran likes to place Uni on his pillows and dress her up in lacy garments.
Uni herself does not twitch when Byakuran's lips brush over her ear.
"Not tonight." Byakuran whispers into Uni's ear, his lips brushing Gamma as well. Gamma shudders and pulls back into the couch. Uni's hands twitch, and her arms raise, gently, she places her hand on Byakuran's face.
It might be an attempt to push him away, but it fails. Byakuran turns his head and kisses Uni's sweet little palm before turning away.
Chrome sits next to Uni, her one eye almost as blank. She is dressed in a crossover between her old Kokuyo school uniform and a cheerleaders outfit. The skirt is short and pleated, when she stands it barely covers her sheer black panties. The green top is modeled after the Kokuyo jacket, but done it tight lycra, and is more of a sports bra than anything else. Scar tissue marks Chrome's stomach, remnants of the operations Byakuran has put her through in order to replace her organs one by one. Black ribbons wind up her arms to a corded leather collar. Mukuro's arm is placed over her shoulders, dark black bands of metal encircled Mukuro's wrists, one above and below his elbows, and one that wrapped around the top of his arm. A black metal circlet wrapped around his neck. Straps of black leather lead from one circlet to the other, than wrap tightly around Mukuro's chest and stomach, linked by chains of black metal. Skin tight black leather pants cling to Mukuro's legs, and lead down to his bare feet. Mukuro's eyepatch matches Chrome's, black with silver filigree.
Byakuran looks them over, but passes them by. Playing with Mukuro is more work than play, and while it is often rewarding it is not something Byakuran wishes to deal with today. He does have Mukuro's two toys chained up in one of the lower cellars as leverage, but they would gladly sacrifice themselves for Mukuro. Mukuro also only allows himself to show so much care and attention to his pets, and Byakuran knows that should he demand too much Mukuro would sooner close himself off than sacrifice past a certain point.
Dino Cavallone stands behind the couches, his hands clasped behind his back. It is not because he wishes to seem obedient, but because he wishes to hide the marks Byakuran has placed on him. Black and white and red tattoos on Dino's right arm and side to match the ones on his left. Dino cannot hide the white M encircled by a black moon, or the red flames that leap up over Dino's shoulders and lick at his neck. Dino hides his lower arm behind him where the tattoo of a white horse hobbled by barbed wire, and on Dino's hand is a tattoo of his old sky ring. On Dino's back, hidden from Byakuran's sight as well, is a pair of wings, white and healthy at the start but fading into broken bones and burned feathers at the end. Dino's collar itself is a tattoo of barbed wire, a mark that Dino is unable to remove. Not that any of Byakuran's slaves are allowed to remove their collars. At least Dino can wash with his on with minimal discomfort. White cotton pants hang low on Dino's hips, exposing the mouth of a snake tattoo, a tattoo that winds around Dino's left leg to his ankle. Byakuran enjoys tattooing Dino, the soft noises Dino makes when the needle punctures his skin, to the semi-glazed look in Dino's eyes afterwards. Byakuran enjoys the pain that blooms in Dino's eyes when Dino sees each new tattoo, Dino's mind quickly understanding the meanings behind each piece. He has an appointment with the tattoo artist for tomorrow night; Byakuran is planning on adding to Dino's right arm, and skillfully defiling the Cavallone crest.
Hibari Kyouya sits slightly to the right of Dino. He looks uncomfortable, and far too pretty, like always. Hibari is dressed in the mockery of a kimono, the fabric all wrong and the outfit too short. The obi is more of a corset really, and tied so tight it gives Hibari an almost womanly figure. Hibari's arms are trapped in the silken sleeves by straps that keep his arms tightly held together. A heavy weight is attached to one of Hibari's ankles, and a black gag wraps around Hibari's lower face. Fire and anger burn in Hibari's eyes, matching the blood red flowers that float over his kimono.
Byakuran places his fingers on Hibari's black collar, on which mockingly hangs the symbol for 'prefect'. Hibari glares at him and lunges forward, doing little more than falling into Byakuran's arms.
"Are you so eager for attention, Kyou-chan?" Byakuran strokes his hand down Hibari's back to the slim black underwear hidden under the kimono. He pushes on the butt plug he finds there. The butt plug is a treat, or a punishment, Byakuran uses on few pets. Hibari requires special handling. As Byakuran flips the switch to turn on the vibration he unleashes sky flames, harmonizing Hibari with the toy. Hibari sucks air in through his nostrils and bucks, flinging himself out of Byakuran's arms and landing on the floor.
Half of the room make abortive movements to come to Hibari's aid, but are stopped by Byakuran raising a warning eyebrow. Hibari writhes on the floor, refusing to look at Byakuran.
"Punishment for you, then." Byakuran murmurs, and snaps his fingers, signaling Kikyou. Kikyou easily lifts the other cloud guardian in his arms, including the other man's ball and chain. Hibari struggles, but Byakuran ignores the other man, looking instead over his other choices.
Lambo squirms uncomfortably when Byakuran's eyes land on him, but Byakuran is not truly interest in Lambo, nor in the young Chinese girl clinging to his side. I-Pin and Lambo are primarily used as punishment items, tools to use against the others in the room, just like Uni-chan is a watchful doll. Lambo's outfit is simple, a pair of ass-less chaps and a leather vest, combined with a headband holding cow ears and a large cowbell attached to the black collar on his neck. I-Pin's Chinese dress is cut scandalously short and tight with a diamond of fabric cut away to expose her bust.
"B-" a sound, the start of his name, cut off by teeth biting into a thin bottom lip. Byakuran smiles when his eyes meet Shouichi's. Shouichi flushes and quickly looks away.
Byakuran's favorite is dressed in a white harem outfit, voluminous partially see-through white pants exposing Shouichi's cute legs, and a short white top doing nothing to hide his skinny chest, Shouichi's delicate pink aureoles, or the looping black tattoo that spells out Byakuran's name. White bobby pins pull Shouichi's hair back out of his face, forcing it to puff out in the back. White gold earrings glitter down the cartilage of Shouichi's ears, and two small hoops hang from Shouichi's earlobes. A delicate scroll of black ink starts just below Shouichi's collar, a white leather collar that locks in the front with white wings in the style of the mare rings, the black tattoo continues down under the sheer fabric of Shouichi's shirt, forming the pictograms of Byakuran's name.
Byakuran strokes the back of his hand over Shouichi's ears, clinking the earrings together and drawing his hand down to brush over Shouichi's collar. Shouichi closes his eyes, his breathing becoming quick and shallow. Blood floods Shouichi's cheeks, turning his face a pleasant pink.
The sound of clinking chains distracts Byakuran, and he turns to the right.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sits beside Shouichi, another favorite, but for far different reasons. But while no one is allowed to touch Shouichi other than Byakuran, Byakuran encourages his favorite family members to come and play with Sawada. Still, like Hibari, Tsuna has not broken. Byakuran finds it most vexing. Even Mukuro is cowed, or at least his plots are still in formation and keep him in Byakuran's bed. Hibari Kyouya feels the constant need to fight.
Sawada's spirit is just strong, and seems to grow stronger due to adversity.
Must vexing.
Heavy steel chains clink when Tsuna shifts nervously, the heavy manacles locked around Tsuna's wrists and ankles shift and hint at raw, reddened skin underneath. The links attached to Sawada's wrists fall over his black clothed knees and down to his ankles. Sawada doesn't wear socks or shoes, his feet are bare. Black stirrup leggings partially cover the underside of his foot. A short beige skirt, modeled after Namimori's girl's uniform but much shorter, barely covered Sawada's lap. A white mock-Oxford is tied off over Sawada's chest, exposing his stomach and much of his neckline. Sawada swallows, and the muscles in his stomach tighten when Byakuran looks his way. Wide brown eyes are framed by a dusting of mascara and eye shadow, and Sawada's lips glisten when he nervously licks them.
"Fuu." Byakuran steps back with a smile, he gives the circle of playmates a once over again. "I think I'll pick…" Byakuran's eyes land on who he has decided to choose for the night, and his smile widens, and his eyes light up. "You."
