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Title: Silver and Cold
Chapter: 12/?
Chapter Title: Oi, Saitou! What _Are_ You Doing?
Current Rating: R (For sure. Not for kiddies.)
Author: Kage Kashu
Archive: FF, AFF, Mediaminer
Chapter Summary: A tiny scene with Kaiba. A really short bit with Tasuki and Chiriko. A long, naughty Saitou/Sano scene. And a really short Yahiko, Kaoru and Mai scene.
Disclaimer: I don't own those sexy men... I don't own the chicks either.
Author's notes: The guess has been made!!! I don't mind if you guys keep guessing... 'cause it wasn't posted as a review... but the prize has been taken!! Yamai Daiken! She IMed her guess to me. (I think she emailed it too...)
Current guesses that have been made, and were unfortunately wrong: Subaru (Tokyo Babylon/X1999). Kenshin's sensei (Rurouni Kenshin). Chichiri (Fushigi Yuugi). Seishirou (Tokyo Babylon/X1999).
Warnings: For this chapter? Not much... Except... Something almost pornographic between Saitou and Sanosuke! Inspired by a music video! ^^
Crossover Shows: Yugioh, Fushigi Yuugi, Rurouni Kenshin.
Timeline: AUish, after Noa Arc. Some years later.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling~
~~ Crawling
Creak. Creak. Swoosh. Swoosh. Creak. Creak. Swoosh. Swoosh.
Kaiba twitched. Why it was that they had to bother him in here was beyond him. Jounouchi jumped on his bed, making an annoying creaking noise, while Mokuba swished that sword Sagara had given him around, still in its sheath. He twitched again. And they were in _his_ room. And they wouldn't stop.
Creak. Creak. Swoosh. Swoosh. Creak. Creak. Swoosh. Swoosh.
He growled low in his throat. Really, if this kept up, he was going to 1) go insane, 2) kill them, or 3) throw them out. He decided that option number 3 was the best solution, so he did so. And listened to them whine about it, outside his door. He twitched and locked the door behind him, hoping that they would leave before he actually exploded.
~*~
Tasuki glanced up at his brother, who sat on the floor next to the couch. "You know..." he said, thoughtfully, continuing when Chiriko glanced up at him, "Just how many wards did we put up in that park?"
Chiriko blinked. "I don't know... A couple hundred?"
Tasuki nodded. "I can't even remember where ten were... much less where all of them went..."
"Oh, well," Chiriko shrugged.
~*~
Sagara Sanosuke was just minding his own business, cleaning his shop, which really needed it, when he heard Saitou cursing, loudly, just outside the door. "Hn?" he asked, curiously, and went to check the door. Usually, Saitou Hajime just walked in, not saying anything until Sano noticed him. So, catching him at the door was definitely a nice thought. "Heh, what are you...?" the words died on his lips.
Something was not right with this picture. For one thing, unless there was something wrong with Sano's eyes, Saitou was... glowing. And if he was wrong about that, he was probably wrong that Saitou was leaning heavily against the doorframe, eyes slitted, as though squinting against a bright light, looking like he was about to pass out. And if he was wrong about _that_, he was probably also wrong that Saitou's face was very... flushed. Too flushed. Especially for a vampire.
"Are you alright?" he asked, trying to keep the shock from his voice and his face. The latter was working better than the former, but not by much.
"I dun feel very gud..." Saitou mumbled, staring at -or maybe through- Sano, who felt... weirded out by the whole thing in general, and that in particular. "Kin I talk to you?"
Sano nodded distractedly, holding the door open for the obviously drunken man. Oddly enough, he didn't smell any alcohol. That was strange.
Saitou leaned up against the counter once he had made it there. "It was fucked," was all he had to say.
Sano sighed. For some reason, people came to him when they had problems, and apparently, Saitou had a problem. A fairly big one, too, considering how drunk he seemed. "What was fucked?" he asked.
"I was goin' by the... place. With the trees. And that old lady... the one Hibiki's always complaining about, come by me 'bout fifty... hoppin' on a stick, too, fast little hag. Knocked me so hard into that tree that I couldn't see straight. Still can't..." he leaned in Sano's direction, coming to a rather dangerous angle. By which, it seemed, that Saitou would fall on him. So he wasn't too shocked when the cop did just that.
"Saitou?" he asked. "What are you doing?"
"Can't stand straight... jes' couldn't since I hit that tree... Walked from that, got hit by the old man... ran into another tree... bright flashing... my eyes hurt... 'n then I ran into sommat else, 'n was up in the air, I think, for a minute or so... Then I got attacked by the thing with bars," he mumbled into Sano's shoulder. Nice, warm, comfortable shoulder. Smelled good.
"Hey, cricket face! What are you doing?" Sano asked again, this time, getting pretty upset. Saitou wasn't just leaned on him any more. His arms were pinned to his sides by the vampire... and, unless it was his imagination, Saitou was sniffing his shoulder. "You bite me, I bite you, got it?"
"Good fer you," mumbled the vampire.
"Hey! Don't you dare!" Sano's voice rose. "Besides, you still didn't tell me when you got drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Saitou sounded mildly offended.
"Yes you are," Sano retorted forcibly.
"I am not drunk."
"Yes, you are."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too. Wait, I'm not getting into one of _those_ conversations with _you_ of all people," Sano exclaimed.
Annoyed, Saitou growled, "And what's wrong with me?"
"..." Sano shook his head. "I'm _so_ not getting into that now."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Saitou asked indignantly. He was starting to feel a little more clearheaded, but the position he was in was actually quite comfortable, so he decided to just take advantage of the fact that Sano seemed to think he was drunk. Which he wasn't.
"Too much to get into now, really." Sano shook his head again, noticing that the glow seemed to be going away. "Can you get off of me?"
Saitou sulked quietly for a moment, before replying. "No."
"Get off."
"No." Proving that he didn't plan on going anywhere, he leaned into Sano a bit more heavily, tightening his grip on the other's arms. Damn if he was letting go that easily. He found himself distracted again, by Sano's shoulder, which was bare, considering that the tee he had been wearing was being pulled down by Saitou's grip. He pressed his lips lightly at the juncture of Sano's neck, wondering if Sano would try to kill him for it.
Sano stiffened. "Get off," he squeaked.
"No." Lips parted slightly, and he licked the other man's neck, just barely. He swallowed. Considering how close he was to the were, Sano would be able to tear him apart, limb from limb, once his arms were free... and it wouldn't take much effort for him to free them either. Which meant that either Sano wasn't too upset about things, or, he forgot that he could do that. The thought of Sano doing that... or more, being able to, yet not, sent a slight shiver down his spine. He grinned against the other's neck, before licking again.
Sano's breath hitched slightly, and his back stiffened further. "Saitou... get off of... Quit that!"
"No." He licked once more, before placing his mouth more solidly on the throat. He felt Sano's breath hitch again when he drug a tooth deeply into the skin, and then began lapping and sucking at the blood flowing out from the fresh wound. He was mildly surprised when Sano dropped his head backward, groaning. 'That's nice,' he thought, now perfectly clearheaded. He had wanted to do this before... but considering Sano's violent tendencies, didn't want to risk getting that close.
He was also surprised at Sano's hands gripping his arms when he pressed his tongue against the wound, hoping for more blood. Not bleeding any more. Damn weres, and their superfast healing capabilities. He groaned, vaguely annoyed, and raked his teeth across the tender flesh of the exposed neck, suckling and lapping at the blood that immediately welled up. With a well placed shove, he backed Sano into the counter, and Sano leaned back and partially over the counter. His left hand found an easy grip on Sano's shoulder, while the other placed itself on his hip, as Saitou pressed himself more fully against him.
He growled when that wound also healed over. There was something in a vampire's saliva that supposedly kept the blood flowing. It just didn't work on weres. That didn't prevent him from just repeating the action, though. And Sano just moaned, and seemed to enjoy it. Of course, the blood was good, in and of itself, but the taste, alongside the sounds Sano was making, called up another urge. It strongly called up that other urge. His right hand tightened on Sano's hip, and he _tried_ to get closer. Although, considering that he was already good and pressed against the other, it didn't work too well. But Sano writhed slightly when he did so, and that was _very_ nice.
He groaned into Sano's throat, actually biting this time, as well as thrusting slightly against the were, who sounded like he was having trouble breathing, but thrust right back, moaning on an intake of air. "Saa..."
"Hn?" he asked, working his jaw slightly, to keep the wound from sealing too quickly.
Heavy breathing was the only reply. Well, that figures. He preferred Sano to make the noise, actually, which is why he thrust again, harder. Sano let out another moan, hands tightening convulsively on Saitou's arms. But what had he wanted to say? The hand he'd held on Sano's shoulder moved to cup the back of the other's neck, pulling him up so that Saitou didn't have to lean so far. There, now he had more mobility. He let go of Sano's neck momentarily, in order to press his lips into the other man's. With no resistance, Sano's mouth opened to allow him to run his tongue along the inside of said mouth.
He didn't make the slightest effort to gentle the kiss; he wanted Sano to know exactly what was going on, and how it would be, if he continued. In reply to that, Sano's hands released his arms, moving directly to the body, grabbing and crushing Saitou to him. Momentary shock caused him to lose control of the kiss, and one of Sano's hands went up his back, pressing heavily on it's way, until it gripped his hair. Then it was Sano's tongue in his mouth, pressing the advantage, and ignoring the very sharp incisors that it was being cut upon.
Saitou's fingers dug into Sano's hip and groaned. There was no way... that he was losing control of this. No way.
~*~
Yahiko grinned, dragging Kaoru and Mai behind him, back downstairs. "You should have seen him... He was acting..." He stopped. Okay, this is not what he had been talking about before. He had meant to show Kaoru and Mai the really amusing sight of Saitou acting like he was drugged... not... What the hell were they doing?
Mai and Kaoru stared. And drooled. That was... Kaoru grinned, settling herself in for the show. And was glad that she had brought her camera.
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Reviews: None. Oh well.
Title: Silver and Cold
Chapter: 12/?
Chapter Title: Oi, Saitou! What _Are_ You Doing?
Current Rating: R (For sure. Not for kiddies.)
Author: Kage Kashu
Archive: FF, AFF, Mediaminer
Chapter Summary: A tiny scene with Kaiba. A really short bit with Tasuki and Chiriko. A long, naughty Saitou/Sano scene. And a really short Yahiko, Kaoru and Mai scene.
Disclaimer: I don't own those sexy men... I don't own the chicks either.
Author's notes: The guess has been made!!! I don't mind if you guys keep guessing... 'cause it wasn't posted as a review... but the prize has been taken!! Yamai Daiken! She IMed her guess to me. (I think she emailed it too...)
Current guesses that have been made, and were unfortunately wrong: Subaru (Tokyo Babylon/X1999). Kenshin's sensei (Rurouni Kenshin). Chichiri (Fushigi Yuugi). Seishirou (Tokyo Babylon/X1999).
Warnings: For this chapter? Not much... Except... Something almost pornographic between Saitou and Sanosuke! Inspired by a music video! ^^
Crossover Shows: Yugioh, Fushigi Yuugi, Rurouni Kenshin.
Timeline: AUish, after Noa Arc. Some years later.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling~
~~ Crawling
Creak. Creak. Swoosh. Swoosh. Creak. Creak. Swoosh. Swoosh.
Kaiba twitched. Why it was that they had to bother him in here was beyond him. Jounouchi jumped on his bed, making an annoying creaking noise, while Mokuba swished that sword Sagara had given him around, still in its sheath. He twitched again. And they were in _his_ room. And they wouldn't stop.
Creak. Creak. Swoosh. Swoosh. Creak. Creak. Swoosh. Swoosh.
He growled low in his throat. Really, if this kept up, he was going to 1) go insane, 2) kill them, or 3) throw them out. He decided that option number 3 was the best solution, so he did so. And listened to them whine about it, outside his door. He twitched and locked the door behind him, hoping that they would leave before he actually exploded.
~*~
Tasuki glanced up at his brother, who sat on the floor next to the couch. "You know..." he said, thoughtfully, continuing when Chiriko glanced up at him, "Just how many wards did we put up in that park?"
Chiriko blinked. "I don't know... A couple hundred?"
Tasuki nodded. "I can't even remember where ten were... much less where all of them went..."
"Oh, well," Chiriko shrugged.
~*~
Sagara Sanosuke was just minding his own business, cleaning his shop, which really needed it, when he heard Saitou cursing, loudly, just outside the door. "Hn?" he asked, curiously, and went to check the door. Usually, Saitou Hajime just walked in, not saying anything until Sano noticed him. So, catching him at the door was definitely a nice thought. "Heh, what are you...?" the words died on his lips.
Something was not right with this picture. For one thing, unless there was something wrong with Sano's eyes, Saitou was... glowing. And if he was wrong about that, he was probably wrong that Saitou was leaning heavily against the doorframe, eyes slitted, as though squinting against a bright light, looking like he was about to pass out. And if he was wrong about _that_, he was probably also wrong that Saitou's face was very... flushed. Too flushed. Especially for a vampire.
"Are you alright?" he asked, trying to keep the shock from his voice and his face. The latter was working better than the former, but not by much.
"I dun feel very gud..." Saitou mumbled, staring at -or maybe through- Sano, who felt... weirded out by the whole thing in general, and that in particular. "Kin I talk to you?"
Sano nodded distractedly, holding the door open for the obviously drunken man. Oddly enough, he didn't smell any alcohol. That was strange.
Saitou leaned up against the counter once he had made it there. "It was fucked," was all he had to say.
Sano sighed. For some reason, people came to him when they had problems, and apparently, Saitou had a problem. A fairly big one, too, considering how drunk he seemed. "What was fucked?" he asked.
"I was goin' by the... place. With the trees. And that old lady... the one Hibiki's always complaining about, come by me 'bout fifty... hoppin' on a stick, too, fast little hag. Knocked me so hard into that tree that I couldn't see straight. Still can't..." he leaned in Sano's direction, coming to a rather dangerous angle. By which, it seemed, that Saitou would fall on him. So he wasn't too shocked when the cop did just that.
"Saitou?" he asked. "What are you doing?"
"Can't stand straight... jes' couldn't since I hit that tree... Walked from that, got hit by the old man... ran into another tree... bright flashing... my eyes hurt... 'n then I ran into sommat else, 'n was up in the air, I think, for a minute or so... Then I got attacked by the thing with bars," he mumbled into Sano's shoulder. Nice, warm, comfortable shoulder. Smelled good.
"Hey, cricket face! What are you doing?" Sano asked again, this time, getting pretty upset. Saitou wasn't just leaned on him any more. His arms were pinned to his sides by the vampire... and, unless it was his imagination, Saitou was sniffing his shoulder. "You bite me, I bite you, got it?"
"Good fer you," mumbled the vampire.
"Hey! Don't you dare!" Sano's voice rose. "Besides, you still didn't tell me when you got drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Saitou sounded mildly offended.
"Yes you are," Sano retorted forcibly.
"I am not drunk."
"Yes, you are."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too. Wait, I'm not getting into one of _those_ conversations with _you_ of all people," Sano exclaimed.
Annoyed, Saitou growled, "And what's wrong with me?"
"..." Sano shook his head. "I'm _so_ not getting into that now."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Saitou asked indignantly. He was starting to feel a little more clearheaded, but the position he was in was actually quite comfortable, so he decided to just take advantage of the fact that Sano seemed to think he was drunk. Which he wasn't.
"Too much to get into now, really." Sano shook his head again, noticing that the glow seemed to be going away. "Can you get off of me?"
Saitou sulked quietly for a moment, before replying. "No."
"Get off."
"No." Proving that he didn't plan on going anywhere, he leaned into Sano a bit more heavily, tightening his grip on the other's arms. Damn if he was letting go that easily. He found himself distracted again, by Sano's shoulder, which was bare, considering that the tee he had been wearing was being pulled down by Saitou's grip. He pressed his lips lightly at the juncture of Sano's neck, wondering if Sano would try to kill him for it.
Sano stiffened. "Get off," he squeaked.
"No." Lips parted slightly, and he licked the other man's neck, just barely. He swallowed. Considering how close he was to the were, Sano would be able to tear him apart, limb from limb, once his arms were free... and it wouldn't take much effort for him to free them either. Which meant that either Sano wasn't too upset about things, or, he forgot that he could do that. The thought of Sano doing that... or more, being able to, yet not, sent a slight shiver down his spine. He grinned against the other's neck, before licking again.
Sano's breath hitched slightly, and his back stiffened further. "Saitou... get off of... Quit that!"
"No." He licked once more, before placing his mouth more solidly on the throat. He felt Sano's breath hitch again when he drug a tooth deeply into the skin, and then began lapping and sucking at the blood flowing out from the fresh wound. He was mildly surprised when Sano dropped his head backward, groaning. 'That's nice,' he thought, now perfectly clearheaded. He had wanted to do this before... but considering Sano's violent tendencies, didn't want to risk getting that close.
He was also surprised at Sano's hands gripping his arms when he pressed his tongue against the wound, hoping for more blood. Not bleeding any more. Damn weres, and their superfast healing capabilities. He groaned, vaguely annoyed, and raked his teeth across the tender flesh of the exposed neck, suckling and lapping at the blood that immediately welled up. With a well placed shove, he backed Sano into the counter, and Sano leaned back and partially over the counter. His left hand found an easy grip on Sano's shoulder, while the other placed itself on his hip, as Saitou pressed himself more fully against him.
He growled when that wound also healed over. There was something in a vampire's saliva that supposedly kept the blood flowing. It just didn't work on weres. That didn't prevent him from just repeating the action, though. And Sano just moaned, and seemed to enjoy it. Of course, the blood was good, in and of itself, but the taste, alongside the sounds Sano was making, called up another urge. It strongly called up that other urge. His right hand tightened on Sano's hip, and he _tried_ to get closer. Although, considering that he was already good and pressed against the other, it didn't work too well. But Sano writhed slightly when he did so, and that was _very_ nice.
He groaned into Sano's throat, actually biting this time, as well as thrusting slightly against the were, who sounded like he was having trouble breathing, but thrust right back, moaning on an intake of air. "Saa..."
"Hn?" he asked, working his jaw slightly, to keep the wound from sealing too quickly.
Heavy breathing was the only reply. Well, that figures. He preferred Sano to make the noise, actually, which is why he thrust again, harder. Sano let out another moan, hands tightening convulsively on Saitou's arms. But what had he wanted to say? The hand he'd held on Sano's shoulder moved to cup the back of the other's neck, pulling him up so that Saitou didn't have to lean so far. There, now he had more mobility. He let go of Sano's neck momentarily, in order to press his lips into the other man's. With no resistance, Sano's mouth opened to allow him to run his tongue along the inside of said mouth.
He didn't make the slightest effort to gentle the kiss; he wanted Sano to know exactly what was going on, and how it would be, if he continued. In reply to that, Sano's hands released his arms, moving directly to the body, grabbing and crushing Saitou to him. Momentary shock caused him to lose control of the kiss, and one of Sano's hands went up his back, pressing heavily on it's way, until it gripped his hair. Then it was Sano's tongue in his mouth, pressing the advantage, and ignoring the very sharp incisors that it was being cut upon.
Saitou's fingers dug into Sano's hip and groaned. There was no way... that he was losing control of this. No way.
~*~
Yahiko grinned, dragging Kaoru and Mai behind him, back downstairs. "You should have seen him... He was acting..." He stopped. Okay, this is not what he had been talking about before. He had meant to show Kaoru and Mai the really amusing sight of Saitou acting like he was drugged... not... What the hell were they doing?
Mai and Kaoru stared. And drooled. That was... Kaoru grinned, settling herself in for the show. And was glad that she had brought her camera.
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Reviews: None. Oh well.
