So this is an Heirverse meets Shattered Moon fic I just had to write after reading Spunky's story. I just own the voice. Obviously. Timewaster123456789 owns King Kong and he is referenced with permission. Big thanks to both for letting me borrow their creations to take my mind off my leaky house.
A/n- Inspired by Spunky's footsteps on sand ch24. Which killed me (I imagined this teeny tiny bathroom and everyone crammed in there just as all my bathrooms have been tiny).
enjoy me frankensteining our verses with the necessary consent and Spunky's enthusiasm and permission to make this little goblin of a fic. Enjoy and please consider commenting if you like this. Reviews keep us writers writing :)
Stolen
Sousuke sighed softly in his half asleep state, blissfully content for the first time in... well, a very very long time. Such moments in time were few and far between, had always been. So he had to make the most of them when they did come. The moments when all was peaceful, and quiet, and the voice in his head was beautifully, blissfully silent.
And, of course, there was Gin. The reason for the quiet. And his current happiness. And the Reason for his current situation; lying naked and quite happily in bed with an equally naked and happy Gin.
He smiled to himself at his lovely Gin. The one good thing in his wretched life. A life haunted by demons and nightmares and the ever present voice telling him he was worthless and stupid and pathetic and a tar pit that suffocated good things.
All good things except Gin, it seemed. He didn't know what that said about Gin or how good Gin was for having known him, but he was glad Gin was here.
He made living bearable, after all.
Gin nuzzled closer in his sleep, teeth finding his throat and ohhh hell it was such a turn on. So much so it made his breaths heavy and familiar lust coil inside him like a serpent.
He always did like it when Gin turned the tables and took charge. And it was something he only encouraged. Especially since Gin had taken a while to fully explore his sexuality with him.
"Again?" He smiled. Voice a soft laugh. "Well…if you are in the mood…".
Gin seemed to purr in approval as he rolled them over and engaged in another long and passionate kiss before raking his teeth down his neck and indulging his restless lover.
...
When they were done, they lay there a while, panting and catching their breath back. Gin really was going to wear him out one of these days. At this rate sooner rather than later. Not that he was complaining. There were worse ways to die. Worse ways to live, too. But he tried not to think about those. In the event of their capture he'd kill Gin before they got him anywhere near the maggots nest anyway. And then, if he could, himself. Because who hadn't heard the awful stories of what went on in there. With King Kong and whats-his-face.
He couldn't guarantee Gin a painless death, but even that was preferable to the alternative.
Though again, those were things he tried not to think too much about. Better to focus on the good things.
And the pressing issue of cleaning up before they fell back asleep.
So he searched for his robe, discarded earlier in the evening in haste, it on before he moved to the bathroom. Though the moment he stepped in and began closing the door two blasts struck him. Kidou? He wondered, but by then he'd already dropped to the floor pretty much senseless. His head throbbed and he couldn't move or open his eyes. No hope to retaliate against his assailants as they muttered amongst themselves.
Shit. This was bad. They knew where he was and Gin was just in the next room. And he couldn't even warn him.
Not that they gave him an opportunity to even try. Because hands were opening his mouth and there was a very bitter taste under his tongue. More drugs.
We're they going to kill him? He didn't mind dying. In fact he'd made his peace with that inevitability long ago, but he wanted Gin to live.
"There," he heard one of them say. "Now hopefully, we don't have to worry about him. Now we just have to get Gin to…"
Shit. This was worse than he'd feared.
They were here for Gin. They were here for leverage. Someone to use against him, as if THAT wasn't at all horribly familiar...
He cursed himself. So much for a quick death before they dragged him away... he couldn't even give Gin that. The voice was right, he was useless. Pathetic. Weak.
He could hear it laughing even now at his helplessness.
Even in his dulled state he heard the bathroom door open and Gin call for him. "Sou?"
No, Gin! Run!
He tried to shout a warning, but his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton and his tongue was dead in his mouth. He felt Gin trip over him and snarl. And then came the sounds of a struggle.
Somewhere in the vicinity he heard Gin fight and curse until there was the sound of something electric buzzing. Tazer, the word came to him.
Another thud and the world went completely dark. And quiet.
...
When he came to, the world was unsteady and his head felt like it'd been smashed with a hammer. Hard. He tried to move but quickly realised someone had bound his hands and feet with... remarkably strong kidou. Whoever this was, they weren't a squirrelly amateur.
He broke it nonetheless, and staggered to his feet. Stumbling into the bedroom. A sick feeling in his stomach. As he searched for Gin.
But there was nothing.
He swallowed.
Gone.
He was gone.
Stolen.
"Gin?" He called out weakly. But of course there was no answer. And suddenly he felt very small, and the world was that much darker.
Gin...
He sank to the floor trying to breathe calmly, but of course he failed at that too. Just like how he failed protecting Gin. Failed at everything.
Even the walls were closing in on him as he scrambled for breath. Clutching his head and hyperventilating. Panicking. Mind racing with questions. Where was Gin now? What were they doing to him? Were they torturing him? Was he already in the maggots nest? Or worse? Or- or- or-
He sucked in a breath.
He should have been on his guard. More prepared. More... everything.
He'd been careless. And now he was paying for it.
It's your own fault. The voice sneered. Look at you. You got careless. Too soft and too useless to protect anyone. No wonder they took him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, squeezed the sides of his skull with his hands as he let the wave of questions and worry and fear crash over him and recede.
Eventually when they passed, he stood. Dressed, grabbed Kyouka Suigetu. It didn't matter who he had to slaughter. How many cities he had to burn to the ground. He'd find whoever took his Gin, and when he did, he'd make them suffer.