Note: Sequel to "Beautiful Broken Toys"
Deals with Gods
It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?
Saguru stared at the man hanging before him, held up by the long nails driven into his arms, securing him to the planks of wood the blond had set up hours earlier before luring his prey to this remote rooftop.
Humming happily, he picked a coil of rope up off the ground and started knotting it, switching to whistling as he finished the noose and gently slipped it around his victim's neck, tossing one end over the crossbar of the wooden support, before grabbing a hammer and prying the nails from his victim, moving around the structure to grab the loose rope just as the victim's body weight pulled him fully from the supporting beams.
The man's eyes slowly opened, shooting wide as he clutched at his neck, gagging and coughing. Saguru pulled tighter on the rope, wrapping it around a large metal pipe, moving back around the structure, smiling at his dangling victim as he lit a cigarette. "It's a long three minutes, waiting for someone to suffocate," he said conversationally, taking a drag before offering the cigarette to his victim. "No?" he shrugged and took another drag, settling himself into the canvas chair he had brought up to the roof for the occasion, pulling his pocket watch from his jacket pocket and checking the time.
"I hear it will be a beautiful sunset," he said to the dangling man. He snapped the watch closed and reached into the cooler next to his chair, pulling out a sandwich, giving it a sniff as he un-wrapped it, deeming it edible and taking a large bite, fishing out a soda to wash it down with.
"You know, if you kick enough, you might just throw yourself down," he stated as he swallowed, wincing as the dry sandwich got stuck in his throat. He took a sip of soda before nodding to the structure holding the man up. "It's not very sturdy."
Not that the man would actually be able to knock himself to the ground, Saguru made sure it would support his thrashing weight...if wobble enough to give the man hope. Saguru continued to eat his lunch, enjoying his dining entertainment of a struggling man.
Two minutes and thirty seconds later, however, the sandwich was gone and Saguru was forced to go behind the structure, loosening the tension on the rope, allowing the man a reprieve to breath. Saguru started humming again as he went back to his chair, grabbing a large plastic thermos.
"Why?" The man finally gasped out, clinging to the rope, keeping it from his neck so he could breath.
Saguru glanced up at the man as he opened the spout of the thermos, smiling peacefully. "Because you dug too deep, Hattori-kun. Not to mention all those nasty little notes you sent to Meguire and Nakamori." He turned his head from the smell emanating from the thermos, heaving it towards Hattori, splashing the man with the pungent liquid.
Hattori gagged at the smell, his struggling reaching a new pitch as he recognized the scent. "You killed them!"
"Of course I did, it's my job. One doesn't obtain the title of 'torturer' for knitting tea cozies, though mine are rather nice looking." He splashed the man again, circling around him to add some fluid to Hattori's back. "But what I did, was none of your concern. It wasn't even your department."
"They were our friends! How could you.."
"We have no friends, Heiji. You knew that when you signed on the dotted line." Saguru un-screwed the lid of the thermos as he returned to the front of the other teenager, looking up into Hattori's terrified face before giving the other man a full frontal splash of gasoline.
He tossed the thermos aside, grimacing at the smell still on his hands before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of matches. "I would say I'm sorry..." He shrugged elegantly and lit a match, tossing it in the puddle of gasoline below the dangling man. The flames took a moment to ignite, before exploding, the gasoline on Hattori's clothes bursting into flames, the man's screaming following mere moments later.
Saguru moved his chair to get out of the path of the wind, smiling as he took his seat again, watching the flames set against the setting sun, leaning back as he enjoyed the sight and sounds of his deeds.
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places
Gin smiled as the blond chained to the wall raised his head, brushing a thumb through the sweat that coated his brother's cheek, sucking the fluid from his fingers as he studied Saguru's hazel eyes, watching them attempt to focus, before being swamped under the un-relenting pleasure Saguru had been trapped in for over two weeks.
"Do you want me to remove it?" Gin asked conversationally, tapping a cigarette out of the case, carefully placing the slender fag between his lips and lighting it, admiring the reflection against his brother's skin before snapping the lighter shut.
Saguru made an in articulate sound, suddenly flexing against his bonds, before slumping, staring sightlessly ahead, hips spasming as his body attempted to relieve the pressure on it from the too tight ring around the base of his penis and balls.
Gin took pity on the boy and circled behind Saguru, removing the vibrating toy that had been bothering him so. As he did, he leaned up against the bare, muscular back of the former detective, his nose gently brushing over the sweaty skin of Saguru's neck, inhaling the scent deeply. "Time to play, Saguru-chan."
Gin carefully pulled his victim from his restraints, nodding to Vodka who helped to carry the bulky teenager over to the table already prepared for the day's festivities. He dismissed his partner with a negligent wave of his hand, his mind already focused on the events ahead.
Gin sighed, removing his hand and running a hand through his hair before picking up a hair band that was resting next to a large selection of various knifes, braiding his hair and tying up the end before tossing it over his shoulder out of his way as he slipped off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves, smiling as Saguru's eyes started to focus on the movements.
"So glad you could join me, brother." Gin said around his cigarette, running a finger down Saguru's chest before crossing the room to where Saguru's clothing and belongings lay from when they had stripped the blond. Reaching into the pocket of the large over-coat, Gin removed a small leather case, un-zipping it and smiling in satisfaction at the neat row of carefully kept tools. "Perfect, as always."
He returned to Saguru's side, staring down at his canvas before selecting one of the smaller, more delicate knives, gently running the flat edge of the blade down Saguru's chest and abdomen to his navel, before sliding the knife between his fingers like a pencil, carefully carving lines into his brother, silver eyes intent as he studied each line, each twist and curve of his creation, holding his brother down as the blond started to buck, twisting instinctively away from the pain.
Gin pulled away from the carving across Saguru's chest and stomach, smiling at the lotus flower before returning to the bag he retrieved from Saguru's clothing, opening it to reveal his brother's favorite needles.
He selected a few, putting them into his pocket before grabbing a small vial near Saguru's hip, un-corking it and dumping a few crystals out, tasting them with a smile. "Sea salt," he said to Saguru, wiggling the vial in the boy's line of sight before humming as he started sprinkling the mineral over Saguru's chest, rubbing the crystals into the wounds, licking his lips as Saguru's screams sounded again, ripping from the boy's throat.
As Saguru panted, Gin pulled the needles from his pocket, dropping them into the center of the lotus carving before leaning over the blond's body, his lips inches from Saguru's. "Now let's see, what did you use these for with your little friends? Ah yes, you made a ladder." He grinned and lid down Saguru's body, feeling his brother's blood soak into his shirt, staining it. He hovered over the leaves of the flower, selecting a needle and inserting it horizontally through one of the lines of the leaves, smiling as it created a metal thorn. "Let's be a bit creative, shall we?"
Gin continued outlining the leaves in needle thorns, each pained gasp from Saguru running strait through his body to his groin. He finished his task and stood again, examining Saguru. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, brushing a hand over Saguru's thigh.
He selected another knife and smiled, running the flat of the cold blade over Saguru's skin, before suddenly stabbing the knife through Saguru's calf, almost pinning the boy to the metal table. Saguru screamed again and Gin groaned, lighting a fresh cigarette, once more studying Saguru before climbing onto the table, this time laying fully over Saguru's body, leaning down to kiss the teenager, blowing smoke into Saguru's mouth, smiling as the boy inhaled, allowing room for his tounge to follow, tasting Saguru.
He pulled away after a moment, brushing his nose over Saguru's sweaty cheek. He sighed, sliding down Saguru's body, pausing at the still erect penis before smirking and picking up the pouch with the needles again, sliding one out and oh so gently, sliding it through the flesh around the base of Saguru's penis.
Saguru's scream was louder then the previous, cracking violently midway through before returning full force as Gin added another needle. And when the third went in, Saguru's voice gave out from the force, blood slipping from his lips as his vocal cords hemorrhaged. Gin added a fourth needle, before moving around the table to lean over, kissing Saguru again, lapping away the blood eagerly.
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
The young man stared at the doors around him, nervously tugging at the black leather collar around his neck. It had been a week, since his master said he would return, and every moment beyond that time was making the young teenager nervous, scared that his master wasn't returning and leaving him in the hands of these grim faced men and women his master surrounded himself with.
He looked both ways, thankful that no one seemed to be around before quietly walking down the quiet, too white hallway of the scientific lab he and his master lived in. A door swished open before him and the teenager ducked into a small access hall, peeking around the edge of the wall to watch a blond woman and a man who never seemed to talk walk past, not noticing the small, underfed figure in the shadows.
The young slave gave a sigh of relief that he wasn't noticed, unsure what the pair would do now that his master wasn't around, before hurrying down the hall in the opposite direction of the pair, even more eager to find his master.
The air around the young man was cold, growing even colder as he reached some of the active laboratories. The young slave paused in a small alcove, wrapping his arms around his body as he breathed against his arms and legs, trying to get warmth into his body. He tugged ruefully at the small, thin cotton pajamas his master had left him with, wishing that he had some of the warm clothes from his previous life, almost missing even the basics that he could barely remember once owning.
A smile slipped on his lips as he remembered the warm arms of his master, and he stood, using the memory of warmth and safety to push himself on, trying to find the tall, frightening man that would probably know where his master was...unknowing that the man was currently with his master in a room just two hallways away.
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
It's you and me...
We won't be unhappy...
Gin smiled, gently petting his brother's hair as the boy slowly came back to consciousness, fire striking him as he nerves awoke, causing Saguru to whimper, squirming on the table as he tried to get away from the pain.
"Shh, it'll be alright, brother mine," Gin whispered, gently kissing down Saguru's forehead, cheek and neck.
Saguru looked up at his brother, opening his mouth to say something, only to find his voice missing, vocal cords still torn apart. Gin smiled and gently kissed Saguru's lips, before standing. He un-chained Saguru from the table and climbed onto the blood soaked surface as he pulled Saguru into his arms, oh so gently cradling the boy's body as he petted him, his touch sending fiery shocks of pain each time he brushed over one of the many cuts decorating Saguru's arms and back.
"Shh, it's almost over, tiny one," Gin whispered in Saguru's ear, using a nickname for his brother that he hadn't since the boy had turned six. "I promise, it'll all be over soon."
Saguru gave a small, breathy sound, knowing what the words meant. He curled into his brother, despite the fact that man was also his torturer, clinging tightly to Gin's bare shoulders, tears stinging the wounds on his face.
Gin held Saguru close with one arm around the boy's waist, reaching for a large knife next to him, ready to deliver the final order of his boss, when a beep sounded from the door, and the video connected to it displayed a fidgety brunette. Saguru's head raised at the beep, his rather addled mind struggling to remember what the sound meant, only to be distracted by Gin's lips over his. "I think, this will be a more...suitable moment." The silver haired man whispered against his brother's lips before gently sliding from the table, laying Saguru down and covering the blond with a blanket.
He crossed over to the wall, releasing the valves of several tanks, opening them in order to poison his brother, but at a slow enough rate that Saguru would have an audience for the final moments, something Gin thought Saguru might appreciate.
Gin slid out the side door, activating the main door as he did, the young teenager entering just as his own door slid shut behind him, blocking him from view.
'C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh...
"Master? Master!" The young slave ran over to the blond body on the table, climbing up onto it and shaking his master who was not only covered in blood, but seemed quite out of it. "Master, wake up...master, please!" He continued violently shaking the blond, tears coming into his eyes.
"Saguru, god dammit!" Kaito whispered, slapping the man who had not only killed him, but kept him trapped in this damn lab as his slave. "Come on, you annoying little..." Kaito suddenly trailed off, focused on the hissing sound that was coming to his ears. He frowned, glancing around, trying to figure out where it was coming from, only to nearly scream and leap off the table when something grabbed him.
He looked down at Saguru, who was clutching Kaito's arm as tightly as he could...which wasn't much. "Thank god," Saguru whispered, pulling Kaito down against him.
"Come on, I'm getting you out of here," Kaito whispered, trying to climb away from Saguru who just shook his head and clutched the other teen closer.
"Don't...just...lay here, please."
"Come on, Saguru!" Kaito growled, pulling free of Saguru's grasp and trying to pull the larger man off the table. "I'm not going to let you fucking die here! Not until I get you back for Conan." Kaito pulled Saguru hard, managing to pull the blond off the table...and onto him, the heavier bulk pressing the young magician into the floor. "God dammit!"
Saguru nuzzled Kaito's neck, curling into the other teenager. "Let's go together," Saguru whispered, rolling off Kaito to lay next to him, their hands clasped, legs entwined. "I can go, with you."
Kaito blinked, staring at the mess of bloody blond hair that was resting against his shoulder, before turning his gaze to the ceiling, tears rolling down his face. He closed his eyes and curled against Saguru, his arms wrapped around the other man. "I hate you," he whispered against the blond's cheek, his tears mixing with Saguru's.
"Love you...too," Saguru whispered as the helium took it's effect on his battered body.
Kaito titled Saguru's head up, holding the blond as tightly as he could, watching as the teenager died in his arms, his body shaking with the emotion. He couldn't say he loved Saguru, the man had taken too much from him, but it was still hard, living the past year as Saguru's lover, only to end it with the blond laying there, dead.
Kaito buried his head in Saguru's shoulder, crying softly for the life they could have had, as the gas pulled him away.
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places