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RP Log: Seishirou, Tatsumi, and Yuuto
when; midnight, 2 December.
rating; R.
characters; Sakurazuka Seishirou (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sakurazuka_san), Kigai Yuuto (prettywithawhip), Tatsumi Seiichirou (thrifty_shadow)
summary; Seishirou finds a rather nice present on his bed at midnight. Tatsumi’s will belongs to two people.
log;
The consecutive curses was an odd occurrence, but one that didn't exactly surprise Tatsumi as much as he imagined he should. This season often turned up the oddest, sometimes, extremely gruesome kind of cases for their division to handle. Also, during this time, it seemed souls longed to linger more to be with their loved ones. Tatsumi thought it was odd for them to be so attached to a western, let alone, Christian celebration but he supposed, it could also be because the season made sure many had holidays.
With a sigh, Tatsumi closed the book he had been reading and left it on the table, beside the cup of coffee he had made when he decided to spend the rest of the night reading about European history. He looked around the apartment and wondered suddenly what Tsuzuki would do if he saw the way he had left the apartment dimly lit. It was ridiculous how he was wishing Tsuzuki was around like he'd always lived with the purple-eyed blunder.
"You're an idiot, Seiichirou," he whispered to himself as he took off his glasses. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose - he was getting sleepy for some reason. What time was it? It was just nearing twelve when he last checked the time. He usually held out much longer.
He rubbed his eyes though he kept them closed. He couldn't even keep his eyes open! And then, he began feeling himself slipping away….
Must not doze on kitchen counter.
When he opened his eyes, he realized three things; it was quite cold, he was naked, and there was a ridiculously big and bright pink bow around his neck.
The fourth thing was that he was in a very familiar bed. He stopped himself from thinking further at that train of thought.
He had known that Setsuka was going to be out for the day, so it seemed – not that it entirely bothered Seishirou at this point. The odd ticking, he had realised, was easy to muffle with thought… or a decent Korean drama on TV. Luckily, he had such good reception that, it seemed, he had access to several channels that offered some sort of drama or even soap operas; the kitsch value of some of the American soap operas had really gotten to him lately. His finger lazily pushed a button on the remote in his hand while he took a small drag of the cigarette that rested in the corner of his mouth. Commercials were such a bitch.
“- return to our regularly scheduled programming…” Finally, he stopped and set the remote down next to him on a nearby table. The only thing about these programs was that they easily bored him at times. But just as he was ready to change the channel, he paused. Was it his imagination, or…? Certainly, there was no mistaking it – he had heard movement from his bedroom. That was odd – no one else was in his flat, and no one would have been able to enter without alerting him by way of the sentries he had posted about the perimeters.
And they were silent.
Seishirou shifted from the sofa and rose to slowly, cautiously approach the half-opened door. If it were a highly skilled intruder, he would be prepared to deal with such a thing. He pushed the door open slowly, at first, but then he froze.
A smile curved his lips when he finally saw just who the “intruder” was, and he shoved the door open completely. “Couldn’t stay away, hm?” he crooned, managing somehow to speak unfettered by the half-smoked cigarette still in his mouth.
The naked (except for the ribbon) kagetsukai cursed under his breath before leaping off the bed and assuming a defensive stance. "I knew it!" Sakurazuka's room, of all places! He tried to ignore the fact that he was naked, but it was hard to ignore the look on the Sakurazuka's face, and thoughts of how the assassin was translating the situation behind that amused smile began plaguing his head.
"First of all, Sakurazuka-san, I, for all intents, intended to stay away - And now I ask you; why am I naked? What have you done?" The shadows around the Sakurazuka's room began fluttering and wavering to life. "I didn't think you'd sink so low as to kidnap and… toy with me like so. Did you finally break from being without your Subaru so long?"
“Would it make it less taxing on you for me to admit such a strange and false idea true?” Seishirou questioned with an amused chuckle before pulling the cigarette from his mouth and running a hand through his hair. Honestly, though, he had no idea exactly why Tatsumi had shown up in his bed without alerting the sentries, and he certainly didn’t understand the odd (albeit highly entertaining) twist of him being naked. And tied with a pretty pink bow. But perhaps he could make the most of it – if anything, it might alleviate the dull repetition of TV programmes.
He took a small puff off his almost-finished cigarette. “But at the least, please turn it down a decibel, lest you wake the neighbours,” he ordered with a dismissive sigh. Not like he cared too much about irritating other people, but he wasn’t in any mood to deal with shrieking.
Tatsumi glared at the Sakurazukamori, eyes narrowed dangerously. "I will-" He stopped abruptly. "I will-" He stopped again grit his teeth. He took a deep breath and then began again, calmly, in a much quieter, albeit, dangerous form.
"What have you done, Sakurazuka-san? I certainly have no wish to deal with you tonight." He untied the bow around his neck and tossed it aside. Even if it would provide a somewhat-decent cover around his hips (it was certainly long enough and wide enough), Tatsumi was not keen on outfitting himself in pink. He made sure to dress well always. Pink did not equate to dressing well in any way. "I am leaving. Good night, Sakurazuka-san."
While it was satisfactory, Seishirou couldn’t help but wonder… After all, Tatsumi seemed to have followed, if not obeyed, his order. That was unusual. While the gears in his mind worked quickly, he continued observing Tatsumi with a strange, if not untranslatable, stare. Then…. Oh. He stopped and blinked a moment before an odd smile appeared. It wouldn’t hurt to try.
“No – stay where you are,” he replied firmly as he stared levelly to the other man. He had used hypnosis in the past on some people, but he had a feeling that he wouldn’t need to utilise such powers.
Without thinking, Tatsumi moved to walk away, only to find that the thought could not (for some reason) translate into action. He looked down, eyebrows drawing into a serious frown as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He was thinking leaving, he was leaving, but at the same time, he couldn't leave. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to concentrate in an attempt to teleport, but it seemed like that had been mysteriously cancelled too.
"That's it," he said finally in the same quiet, but deadly voice. "What do you want?" The shadows rose to create visible spikes on the floor and around Tatsumi. He wouldn't mind stabbing Seishirou here and now if it meant he could go back to his apartment sooner, get dressed and retire for the night.
And that was enough to confirm his suspicions. The only thing Seishirou could think of was a curse… an unusual one, to be sure, but not that he was complaining. But, just to be certain…. “Refrain from using your shadows,” he commanded smoothly, eyeing the shadows about Tatsumi with a haughty golden stare. He took a slow step toward Tatsumi, stopping barely a few centimetres from the other man. If Tatsumi truly could run away, then certainly he would with such proximity introduced. “And I could ask you why you appeared right on my bed without clothing, Tatsumi-kun,” he remarked with a chuckle. “Will you not answer me?”
As soon as the words left the Sakurazukamori's lips, Tatsumi found himself unable to keep his control on the shadows. He released them, unwillingly, and the sharp spikes dissolved back into the shadowy corners of the room. And when the Sakurazukamori came unbearably close, Tatsumi began thinking on the possibility of this being a twisted curse of some sort. If this were Sakurazuka Seishirou's doing alone, he was sure, he wouldn't have been so easily - he cast the shadows a disgusted look - subdued. It now felt like he had temporarily severed their connection, like he was no longer kagetsukai even though he knew he still had it in him. It was… an odd experience.
The Sakurazukamori then asked for why he had come and, by all means, Tatsumi had wanted to keep silent. He clamped his mouth shut, but short moments later, the damning words were spilling out of his mouth.
"To please you, master."
He closed his mouth after saying that, and then closed them again, not quite sure what had happened. "If you do anything… today… Sakurazuka-san, I will make sure to repay you afterwards," he hissed.
Well, there was an interesting twist. Now he was certain it was a curse of sorts – Tatsumi didn’t have a reputation for bending so flexibly to Seishirou’s will… The words deeply amused him. To please you, master. Complete control over a person…. God, was it intoxicating.
Seishirou observed Tatsumi for a while, an almost eerie, even cunning, smirk developing. Master, hm? He’d certainly have to see about that, wouldn’t he? Quickly, he racked through his mind to think of something Tatsumi never would do with his willpower intact. It didn’t take too long. The possibilities with this sort of control were myriad.
“Silence yourself and kiss me,” he demanded, chuckling to himself maliciously.
"No", Tatsumi said simply in a very quiet voice, at length, after mustering enough will. He knew that by refusing, he was going against the curse's will and would have to fight an urge. Being kagetsukai meant he had impressive control both of himself and of the shadow, but soon he found himself sorely overwhelmed; like a tidal wave of desire to please had just crashed down on him. He held out for a grand total of eleven seconds before finally wrapping his hands around the Sakurazukamori’s neck - he cringed inwardly as he did so - and pressing his lips against the other's.
Not one to give up easily though, Tatsumi took advantage of the fact that Seishirou had not expressly described what kind of kiss he wanted out of him. In retaliation, he bit the Sakurazukamori's tongue and briefly pulled away. He spit in disgust.
It didn’t hurt to dig a little deeper, after all. It hurt moderately, though. For the slightest moment, Seishirou hissed in slight pain, and he clamped his mouth shut tightly as a hand slowly crept to cover it. He had been bitten, and quite roughly. After a few seconds, his mouth had another familiar taste lingering there on his tongue – blood, coppery-sweet. His eyes seemed to smile, and another chuckle, light and amused, escaped him. How cute. Resistance even in obedience.
“Strike when unexpected, hm?” he laughed, pulling his hand slowly from his chin. But even retaliation couldn’t go unpunished. “Now, now – try it again, but play nice and be convincing.”
Already, Tatsumi was beginning to feel the effect of the Sakurazukamori on him. He had wanted to answer with bitter sarcasm, but before he could, that overwhelming feeling took over him again, and against his wishes, he did as Seishirou requested. Carefully, lovingly, like he would kiss Tsuzuki. It was disgusting. And the relief, and pleasure - emotions he was sure resulted directly from the curse - only served to strengthen the sickening feeling pooling in him. He stepped back, eyes closed, once he was done and when he opened his eyes, he glared straight at the Sakurazukamori.
"I'll kill you."
Seishirou couldn’t help the laughter that threatened to escape. Low, rumbling laughter was all his response was for what seemed a few minutes before he dropped the cigarette, which had been reduced to nothing more than a stub, onto the floor and crushed it with his houseshoe. “Of course you will, Tatsumi-kun,” he replied with a sardonic grin. For the moment, he had time enough to exercise more of his psychosexual motives on Tatsumi – after all, curses typically lasted twenty-four hours.
“Get dressed – you may use some of my clothing,” he added slightly dismissively. “Avoid the better clothing, if you can…” His apartment did need some cleaning, after all.
Tatsumi knew that couldn't have been the end of it, and yet, despite such knowledge, he found himself unable to keep a sigh from escaping his lips as he made his way to the Sakurazukamori's cabinets. He chose to ignore underwear completely - there was no way he was wearing anything that had been in close contact with the man's privates - and though he had wanted to spite the Sakurazukamori by picking the most expensive clothing he could find, he found he had not much will to do so and settled for a simple shirt and pants. He could do without the blazer or tie. The less he wore of Sakurazukamori, the less he'd feel bad about being under the Sakurazukamori's complete mercy.
"What now-" he bit his lip before the word master could escape. Hard enough to draw blood.
“Now, follow me.” He wasn’t even going to bother with sugar-coating any of his requests at this point. Tatsumi would obey them no matter what, anyway, so what, indeed, was the point in wasting energy? Shrugging noncommittally, Seishirou brushed past Tatsumi (taking care that his arm made the lightest of contact with Tatsumi’s as he passed) and headed for the door. “You may as well prove yourself useful while-…”
Under normal circumstances, Seishirou never would have been taken aback. But, under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have a strange man lie asleep on his sofa. He certainly didn’t recognise the man – hardly anyone he knew was blond, much less had a fairly good style of clothing on. Not a snore left the stranger, and he lie peacefully there with one arm dangling off the edge of the cushions. Another slave, perhaps…?
Tatsumi recognized the man on the sofa immediately, but kept silent. What was Kigai Yuuto doing on Seishirou's sofa? He cringed, remembering the memories he'd had with that sofa, too. "I hope you're not wetting your panties, Sakurazuka-san, at the prospect of another servant..”
Seishirou didn’t even hear what snide remarks were spilling forth from the other man’s mouth. Or, he pretended not to. What was even more pressing was how a third person arrived – again, without raising an alarum from his sentries. He was vaguely curious… was he, this new arrival, a second servant, after all? “Wake him,” he mumbled to Tatsumi, taking slow, calculating steps closer to the third man.
Tatsumi shot a glare at Seishirou and sneered before kneeling beside the sofa. He paused to sigh before rousing the blond gently. "Kigai-san… Kigai-san, wake up."
It took a few moments before, finally, Yuuto seemed to stir. The corner of one of his eyes twitched before they fluttered open slowly. “Mmm…. Tatsu… mi-san?” he answered groggily – just before he let out a large yawn. He had, indeed, recognised the person shaking him awake, and he blearily smiled. “What are…”
And then he saw the towering second man who stared at him with focused golden eyes. He frowned in bewilderment as he looked groggily to Tatsumi for answers – why was Sakurazuka Seishirou, who at least looked ten years younger, standing there, and why was Tatsumi in his apartment?
But, he soon realised, he wasn’t even in his own apartment.
"It's a curse day, Kigai-san," Tatsumi said simply as he straightened up and regarded Sakurazuka Seishirou with a look of distaste. "That's the only reason you and I are in his apartment." And he hoped that that stamped out whatever shady thought waking up in Sakurazuka Seishirou's apartment and seeing him had been inspired in Kigai Yuuto's head.
Yuuto blinked slowly, yawning once more before a vibrancy coloured his eyes once more. Now he was fully awake – luckily, he had always been quick to awaken. Though, how could one not scramble for their wits with a daunting man as Sakurazuka-san was standing there, staring so intently? “Curse day?” he asked, staring at Tatsumi inquisitively. “Will you tell me what kind of curse it is today?”
Now Seishirou was curious to see how this would play out. There had to have been a reason this man – Kigai-san, as Tatsumi had called him – was here. From the looks of things, it was a curse of submission; would this strange man be subservient, or….
"A curse where apparently, you end up being obedient to someone," Tatsumi said matter-of-factly. "…. I had the misfortune of being his." Tatsumi tilted his head slightly to regard Seishirou and then sighed.
Seishirou eyed Tatsumi as he approached the other two, and he finally stopped right behind his unwilling servant to look down at him with a smirk. “Don’t speak so unkindly of me,” he demanded with a chuckle. “That’s not very nice, is it?” Seishirou was aware that Kigai-san was watching him carefully, and he suddenly didn’t like it. The blond was… well, that sort of politeness and gentlemanly behaviour was suspicious. Though, really, he shouldn’t care.
“You..” Yuuto looked right up to Seishirou with a broad grin. “You must be Sakurazuka-san, right?” he asked innocently. And that alone seemed irritating.
"I wasn't speaking so unkindly, master. It was fact," Tatsumi said with an odd smile, meaning to be as difficult as he could possibly be. He knew though that Seishirou's words had done its job on him. He hated it. "Wouldn't K-master…" He stopped himself and with his hand on his forehead, sighed very long-sufferingly. This city hated him.
“’Master’?” Yuuto blinked and stared at Tatsumi with a furrowed brow. A curse where, apparently, you end up being obedient to someone…. …Ah. Now he understood. “Tatsumi-san,” he started gently, raising a brow to him, “who is your… ‘master’?” Didn’t help to be certain, did it?
The shinigami was quiet for a while, lips pursed into a tight line. And then, finally, he spoke, as if unable to hold back.
"Sakurazuka-san and Kigai-san are my… masters." He sighed after saying those words, unable to hide his displeasure, and disgust even. He was certain this could not be good in any way at all. Especially not when he was under the mercy of one Sakurazukamori.
Seishirou blinked several times. Masters. Plural. And he didn’t like sharing. He eyed Kigai-san – an irritating character, to be certain, in his airiness. But, perhaps there was a hierarchy? It was possible – though with the clean-cut nature of most curses, Seishirou still had his doubts.
“You…. Kigai-san,” he mumbled to the blond, who perked as he was addressed. “Do you know how you arrived here?” The only thing he was met with was a puzzled stare, and that was enough of an answer. For now.
Tatsumi, who had noticed Seishirou's irritation towards Kigai Yuuto early on, was amused. He managed to keep himself from laughing, but his lips had curved into a small, amused smile. "Worried he'll order you around, Master?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” Seishirou replied firmly to Tatsumi. If there was, indeed, a merit to this curse, it was that he could completely control the conversation from Tatsumi. Yuuto didn’t seem the type to demand what he so wished from anyone, let alone Tatsumi – they both were strangely cordial with each other. Seishirou casually noted offhand that they probably were in a strange affair, themselves. Not as though he cared, really.
But he really wanted to exert his control. And he would. Briefly looking at Yuuto with a slightly perked brow, he walked off to the bedroom once more, shutting the television off as he walked past. “Follow me – let’s give Kigai-san an opportunity to continue his sleep.” He already had the perfect idea for subduing Tatsumi.
Tatsumi did not want to follow Seishirou, and certainly not back into the Sakurazukamori's room. For about a minute, he remained rooted in the spot, silent, with his eyes closed in concentration. Deep down, he was hoping Yuuto would intervene, perhaps test if his power over him could override Seishirou's, until he finally bent against the curse's power and began following through the same exact path Seishirou took to his room. Slowly.
Just as the other two stepped into Seishirou’s bedroom, Yuuto rose slightly from his position on the sofa. This was a strange, almost uncomfortable, situation. He was in Sakurazuka Seishirou’s apartment – a Sakurazuka Seishirou that appeared to be in his mid-twenties, no less – and Tatsumi likewise was there. That was odd enough in itself; he had had no idea that Tatsumi-san and Sakurazuka-san knew each other so well. He wasn’t going to be intrusive, though. It was, after all, their business and not his, unless one of them wanted to make it his. Thus, with a sigh, he settled into a comfortable position on the foreign couch as the door to the adjacent bedroom shut. Perhaps later he would see if Tatsumi would tell him about that…
The kagetsukai tensed a bit as the door was shut behind him. He didn't like it that he was completely under the power of the Sakurazukamori's words. With any other person, he would have been confident about finding a flaw in their verbal orders, but Sakurazuka Seishirou was sly, and admittedly, his ability to read between the lines was something that had become more of a liability in his dealings with Seishirou. He prepared himself.
"I hope you're ordering me to sleep soon. It is getting late."
Seishirou paused, his back to Tatsumi as he stood beside the foot of his bed. Very gently, his shoulders shook with low laughter; strangely, Tatsumi amused him with his reactions. Perhaps why it made him so entertaining to bandy about… He turned slightly back to the other man, smiling wryly to him. “Sleep?” he asked challengingly before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Why so early, Tatsumi-kun?” Like he would show any of that precious mercy that Tatsumi thought he would receive.
Tatsumi certainly hadn't been expecting Seishirou let him off so easily, but he knew he had to try at least. One could never be assume too much. He tried to ignore the way Seishirou was sitting on the edge of the bed - for some reason, even if the Sakurazukamori was doing nothing very noteworthy, the simple fact that the man was on the bed, sitting down and looking at him unnerved him - and then replied quietly. "You don't sleep early? There are many benefits to sleeping early, you realize."
“My sleeping schedule is nothing you should worry over, Tatsumi-kun,” he replied with a strangely playful smile. He dug through his pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes – half-empty and slightly crumpled – while he kept a keen eye on Tatsumi. He chuckled as he pulled out a cigarette and pocketed the pack once more. “But thank you for showing concern.” After he pulled out a lighter, it was a mere manner of minutes until his cigarette was lit and smoke coiled lazily into the air. He probably wouldn’t even have to finish his cigarette quickly.
The stare he had locked on the other man soon turned dark. “As a reward, though… Lock the door.”
To buy time, Tatsumi questioned Seishirou. "Is that an order…? If it's a reward, I'd rather not." The prospect of Yuuto walking in on whatever ungodly and humiliating torture was not pleasant, but at the same time, if Seishirou say, decided to play with sharp things on him again, then at least, if Yuuto did walk in, that was going to be the end of it. Or he hoped. As nice Yuuto was, Tatsumi had long ago learned that each and everyone hid a darker side…
An order…? And here Seishirou had thought he was being so clean-cut in his responses. However, he was in a generous mood. With a smirk, he rose from the bed and approached Tatsumi, pushing him back against the door slowly with his hand on the other’s chest. “I didn’t stutter, did I?” he asked. As he moved in closer, he chose to use a lower timbre. “Lock the door.”
Restraining himself from doing anything more than growl, Tatsumi quietly pushed the Sakurazukamori's hand away from his chest. He turned his back from Seishirou and then grudgingly locked the door. He hoped Yuuto was having a better night than he was. On the sofa. He doubted he was going to have a night he'd look back to with a smile.
"There," he said quietly as soon as he'd locked it. He didn't turn around yet.
That was satisfactory enough… but Seishirou didn’t necessarily like that Tatsumi had chosen to turn his back on him. Well, there were ways to extract compensation. Just in case Tatsumi had forgotten or didn’t understand what was to come next, he turned the other man around and pushed him against the door once more. And this time, he had a firmer hold on Tatsumi; if he dared move, that firm grip let him know exactly what would be the consequence of such action.
He smiled coldly before he flexed his grip on Tatsumi’s wrist. “If you cooperate, you won’t have to follow another order from me for two hours.”
Tatsumi sneered. "And how do you propose to do that, Master? Most of the things you might be interested in making me do in your room aren't exactly the kind I would do willingly. Did Master soil his beddings? Would he like me change them?"
It was petty, but terribly satisfying. It was about the only thing he can do right now with the curse in power.
So Tatsumi didn’t take the offer. Not as though Seishirou had expected such, but he couldn’t say that he hadn’t given Tatsumi a fair chance. His eyes flashed darkly and his smirk grew more malicious while he closed the gap of distance between himself and the other man. As though the not-so-subtle hints hadn’t been enough, his knee bent between Tatsumi’s legs suggestively. Surely, Tatsumi would understand.
“Kiss me nicely again,” he hissed.
Tatsumi grit his teeth and tried very hard to ignore the knee between his legs. He also tried to delay as much as he could, but he was no match for the power Seishirou's order had on him. Swearing under his breath, he opened his mouth slightly, and leaned closer to deliver as Seishirou had asked.
If it was embarrassing and degrading enough, Seishirou would be satisfied. And most definitely, this situation met the requirements. And, he rationalised, he was demanding compensation from Tatsumi. Why shouldn’t he? An eye for an eye, after all.
Luckily, Tatsumi’s skills were sufficient enough that he wasn’t going to demand too much. Once Tatsumi finished, he pulled him away from the door and shoved him onto the mattress. He had locked the door for a reason, after all.
“I suppose now I’ll have to wear you out so you’ll sleep…”
rating; R.
characters; Sakurazuka Seishirou (
sakurazuka_san), Kigai Yuuto (prettywithawhip), Tatsumi Seiichirou (thrifty_shadow)summary; Seishirou finds a rather nice present on his bed at midnight. Tatsumi’s will belongs to two people.
log;
The consecutive curses was an odd occurrence, but one that didn't exactly surprise Tatsumi as much as he imagined he should. This season often turned up the oddest, sometimes, extremely gruesome kind of cases for their division to handle. Also, during this time, it seemed souls longed to linger more to be with their loved ones. Tatsumi thought it was odd for them to be so attached to a western, let alone, Christian celebration but he supposed, it could also be because the season made sure many had holidays.
With a sigh, Tatsumi closed the book he had been reading and left it on the table, beside the cup of coffee he had made when he decided to spend the rest of the night reading about European history. He looked around the apartment and wondered suddenly what Tsuzuki would do if he saw the way he had left the apartment dimly lit. It was ridiculous how he was wishing Tsuzuki was around like he'd always lived with the purple-eyed blunder.
"You're an idiot, Seiichirou," he whispered to himself as he took off his glasses. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose - he was getting sleepy for some reason. What time was it? It was just nearing twelve when he last checked the time. He usually held out much longer.
He rubbed his eyes though he kept them closed. He couldn't even keep his eyes open! And then, he began feeling himself slipping away….
Must not doze on kitchen counter.
When he opened his eyes, he realized three things; it was quite cold, he was naked, and there was a ridiculously big and bright pink bow around his neck.
The fourth thing was that he was in a very familiar bed. He stopped himself from thinking further at that train of thought.
He had known that Setsuka was going to be out for the day, so it seemed – not that it entirely bothered Seishirou at this point. The odd ticking, he had realised, was easy to muffle with thought… or a decent Korean drama on TV. Luckily, he had such good reception that, it seemed, he had access to several channels that offered some sort of drama or even soap operas; the kitsch value of some of the American soap operas had really gotten to him lately. His finger lazily pushed a button on the remote in his hand while he took a small drag of the cigarette that rested in the corner of his mouth. Commercials were such a bitch.
“- return to our regularly scheduled programming…” Finally, he stopped and set the remote down next to him on a nearby table. The only thing about these programs was that they easily bored him at times. But just as he was ready to change the channel, he paused. Was it his imagination, or…? Certainly, there was no mistaking it – he had heard movement from his bedroom. That was odd – no one else was in his flat, and no one would have been able to enter without alerting him by way of the sentries he had posted about the perimeters.
And they were silent.
Seishirou shifted from the sofa and rose to slowly, cautiously approach the half-opened door. If it were a highly skilled intruder, he would be prepared to deal with such a thing. He pushed the door open slowly, at first, but then he froze.
A smile curved his lips when he finally saw just who the “intruder” was, and he shoved the door open completely. “Couldn’t stay away, hm?” he crooned, managing somehow to speak unfettered by the half-smoked cigarette still in his mouth.
The naked (except for the ribbon) kagetsukai cursed under his breath before leaping off the bed and assuming a defensive stance. "I knew it!" Sakurazuka's room, of all places! He tried to ignore the fact that he was naked, but it was hard to ignore the look on the Sakurazuka's face, and thoughts of how the assassin was translating the situation behind that amused smile began plaguing his head.
"First of all, Sakurazuka-san, I, for all intents, intended to stay away - And now I ask you; why am I naked? What have you done?" The shadows around the Sakurazuka's room began fluttering and wavering to life. "I didn't think you'd sink so low as to kidnap and… toy with me like so. Did you finally break from being without your Subaru so long?"
“Would it make it less taxing on you for me to admit such a strange and false idea true?” Seishirou questioned with an amused chuckle before pulling the cigarette from his mouth and running a hand through his hair. Honestly, though, he had no idea exactly why Tatsumi had shown up in his bed without alerting the sentries, and he certainly didn’t understand the odd (albeit highly entertaining) twist of him being naked. And tied with a pretty pink bow. But perhaps he could make the most of it – if anything, it might alleviate the dull repetition of TV programmes.
He took a small puff off his almost-finished cigarette. “But at the least, please turn it down a decibel, lest you wake the neighbours,” he ordered with a dismissive sigh. Not like he cared too much about irritating other people, but he wasn’t in any mood to deal with shrieking.
Tatsumi glared at the Sakurazukamori, eyes narrowed dangerously. "I will-" He stopped abruptly. "I will-" He stopped again grit his teeth. He took a deep breath and then began again, calmly, in a much quieter, albeit, dangerous form.
"What have you done, Sakurazuka-san? I certainly have no wish to deal with you tonight." He untied the bow around his neck and tossed it aside. Even if it would provide a somewhat-decent cover around his hips (it was certainly long enough and wide enough), Tatsumi was not keen on outfitting himself in pink. He made sure to dress well always. Pink did not equate to dressing well in any way. "I am leaving. Good night, Sakurazuka-san."
While it was satisfactory, Seishirou couldn’t help but wonder… After all, Tatsumi seemed to have followed, if not obeyed, his order. That was unusual. While the gears in his mind worked quickly, he continued observing Tatsumi with a strange, if not untranslatable, stare. Then…. Oh. He stopped and blinked a moment before an odd smile appeared. It wouldn’t hurt to try.
“No – stay where you are,” he replied firmly as he stared levelly to the other man. He had used hypnosis in the past on some people, but he had a feeling that he wouldn’t need to utilise such powers.
Without thinking, Tatsumi moved to walk away, only to find that the thought could not (for some reason) translate into action. He looked down, eyebrows drawing into a serious frown as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He was thinking leaving, he was leaving, but at the same time, he couldn't leave. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to concentrate in an attempt to teleport, but it seemed like that had been mysteriously cancelled too.
"That's it," he said finally in the same quiet, but deadly voice. "What do you want?" The shadows rose to create visible spikes on the floor and around Tatsumi. He wouldn't mind stabbing Seishirou here and now if it meant he could go back to his apartment sooner, get dressed and retire for the night.
And that was enough to confirm his suspicions. The only thing Seishirou could think of was a curse… an unusual one, to be sure, but not that he was complaining. But, just to be certain…. “Refrain from using your shadows,” he commanded smoothly, eyeing the shadows about Tatsumi with a haughty golden stare. He took a slow step toward Tatsumi, stopping barely a few centimetres from the other man. If Tatsumi truly could run away, then certainly he would with such proximity introduced. “And I could ask you why you appeared right on my bed without clothing, Tatsumi-kun,” he remarked with a chuckle. “Will you not answer me?”
As soon as the words left the Sakurazukamori's lips, Tatsumi found himself unable to keep his control on the shadows. He released them, unwillingly, and the sharp spikes dissolved back into the shadowy corners of the room. And when the Sakurazukamori came unbearably close, Tatsumi began thinking on the possibility of this being a twisted curse of some sort. If this were Sakurazuka Seishirou's doing alone, he was sure, he wouldn't have been so easily - he cast the shadows a disgusted look - subdued. It now felt like he had temporarily severed their connection, like he was no longer kagetsukai even though he knew he still had it in him. It was… an odd experience.
The Sakurazukamori then asked for why he had come and, by all means, Tatsumi had wanted to keep silent. He clamped his mouth shut, but short moments later, the damning words were spilling out of his mouth.
"To please you, master."
He closed his mouth after saying that, and then closed them again, not quite sure what had happened. "If you do anything… today… Sakurazuka-san, I will make sure to repay you afterwards," he hissed.
Well, there was an interesting twist. Now he was certain it was a curse of sorts – Tatsumi didn’t have a reputation for bending so flexibly to Seishirou’s will… The words deeply amused him. To please you, master. Complete control over a person…. God, was it intoxicating.
Seishirou observed Tatsumi for a while, an almost eerie, even cunning, smirk developing. Master, hm? He’d certainly have to see about that, wouldn’t he? Quickly, he racked through his mind to think of something Tatsumi never would do with his willpower intact. It didn’t take too long. The possibilities with this sort of control were myriad.
“Silence yourself and kiss me,” he demanded, chuckling to himself maliciously.
"No", Tatsumi said simply in a very quiet voice, at length, after mustering enough will. He knew that by refusing, he was going against the curse's will and would have to fight an urge. Being kagetsukai meant he had impressive control both of himself and of the shadow, but soon he found himself sorely overwhelmed; like a tidal wave of desire to please had just crashed down on him. He held out for a grand total of eleven seconds before finally wrapping his hands around the Sakurazukamori’s neck - he cringed inwardly as he did so - and pressing his lips against the other's.
Not one to give up easily though, Tatsumi took advantage of the fact that Seishirou had not expressly described what kind of kiss he wanted out of him. In retaliation, he bit the Sakurazukamori's tongue and briefly pulled away. He spit in disgust.
It didn’t hurt to dig a little deeper, after all. It hurt moderately, though. For the slightest moment, Seishirou hissed in slight pain, and he clamped his mouth shut tightly as a hand slowly crept to cover it. He had been bitten, and quite roughly. After a few seconds, his mouth had another familiar taste lingering there on his tongue – blood, coppery-sweet. His eyes seemed to smile, and another chuckle, light and amused, escaped him. How cute. Resistance even in obedience.
“Strike when unexpected, hm?” he laughed, pulling his hand slowly from his chin. But even retaliation couldn’t go unpunished. “Now, now – try it again, but play nice and be convincing.”
Already, Tatsumi was beginning to feel the effect of the Sakurazukamori on him. He had wanted to answer with bitter sarcasm, but before he could, that overwhelming feeling took over him again, and against his wishes, he did as Seishirou requested. Carefully, lovingly, like he would kiss Tsuzuki. It was disgusting. And the relief, and pleasure - emotions he was sure resulted directly from the curse - only served to strengthen the sickening feeling pooling in him. He stepped back, eyes closed, once he was done and when he opened his eyes, he glared straight at the Sakurazukamori.
"I'll kill you."
Seishirou couldn’t help the laughter that threatened to escape. Low, rumbling laughter was all his response was for what seemed a few minutes before he dropped the cigarette, which had been reduced to nothing more than a stub, onto the floor and crushed it with his houseshoe. “Of course you will, Tatsumi-kun,” he replied with a sardonic grin. For the moment, he had time enough to exercise more of his psychosexual motives on Tatsumi – after all, curses typically lasted twenty-four hours.
“Get dressed – you may use some of my clothing,” he added slightly dismissively. “Avoid the better clothing, if you can…” His apartment did need some cleaning, after all.
Tatsumi knew that couldn't have been the end of it, and yet, despite such knowledge, he found himself unable to keep a sigh from escaping his lips as he made his way to the Sakurazukamori's cabinets. He chose to ignore underwear completely - there was no way he was wearing anything that had been in close contact with the man's privates - and though he had wanted to spite the Sakurazukamori by picking the most expensive clothing he could find, he found he had not much will to do so and settled for a simple shirt and pants. He could do without the blazer or tie. The less he wore of Sakurazukamori, the less he'd feel bad about being under the Sakurazukamori's complete mercy.
"What now-" he bit his lip before the word master could escape. Hard enough to draw blood.
“Now, follow me.” He wasn’t even going to bother with sugar-coating any of his requests at this point. Tatsumi would obey them no matter what, anyway, so what, indeed, was the point in wasting energy? Shrugging noncommittally, Seishirou brushed past Tatsumi (taking care that his arm made the lightest of contact with Tatsumi’s as he passed) and headed for the door. “You may as well prove yourself useful while-…”
Under normal circumstances, Seishirou never would have been taken aback. But, under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have a strange man lie asleep on his sofa. He certainly didn’t recognise the man – hardly anyone he knew was blond, much less had a fairly good style of clothing on. Not a snore left the stranger, and he lie peacefully there with one arm dangling off the edge of the cushions. Another slave, perhaps…?
Tatsumi recognized the man on the sofa immediately, but kept silent. What was Kigai Yuuto doing on Seishirou's sofa? He cringed, remembering the memories he'd had with that sofa, too. "I hope you're not wetting your panties, Sakurazuka-san, at the prospect of another servant..”
Seishirou didn’t even hear what snide remarks were spilling forth from the other man’s mouth. Or, he pretended not to. What was even more pressing was how a third person arrived – again, without raising an alarum from his sentries. He was vaguely curious… was he, this new arrival, a second servant, after all? “Wake him,” he mumbled to Tatsumi, taking slow, calculating steps closer to the third man.
Tatsumi shot a glare at Seishirou and sneered before kneeling beside the sofa. He paused to sigh before rousing the blond gently. "Kigai-san… Kigai-san, wake up."
It took a few moments before, finally, Yuuto seemed to stir. The corner of one of his eyes twitched before they fluttered open slowly. “Mmm…. Tatsu… mi-san?” he answered groggily – just before he let out a large yawn. He had, indeed, recognised the person shaking him awake, and he blearily smiled. “What are…”
And then he saw the towering second man who stared at him with focused golden eyes. He frowned in bewilderment as he looked groggily to Tatsumi for answers – why was Sakurazuka Seishirou, who at least looked ten years younger, standing there, and why was Tatsumi in his apartment?
But, he soon realised, he wasn’t even in his own apartment.
"It's a curse day, Kigai-san," Tatsumi said simply as he straightened up and regarded Sakurazuka Seishirou with a look of distaste. "That's the only reason you and I are in his apartment." And he hoped that that stamped out whatever shady thought waking up in Sakurazuka Seishirou's apartment and seeing him had been inspired in Kigai Yuuto's head.
Yuuto blinked slowly, yawning once more before a vibrancy coloured his eyes once more. Now he was fully awake – luckily, he had always been quick to awaken. Though, how could one not scramble for their wits with a daunting man as Sakurazuka-san was standing there, staring so intently? “Curse day?” he asked, staring at Tatsumi inquisitively. “Will you tell me what kind of curse it is today?”
Now Seishirou was curious to see how this would play out. There had to have been a reason this man – Kigai-san, as Tatsumi had called him – was here. From the looks of things, it was a curse of submission; would this strange man be subservient, or….
"A curse where apparently, you end up being obedient to someone," Tatsumi said matter-of-factly. "…. I had the misfortune of being his." Tatsumi tilted his head slightly to regard Seishirou and then sighed.
Seishirou eyed Tatsumi as he approached the other two, and he finally stopped right behind his unwilling servant to look down at him with a smirk. “Don’t speak so unkindly of me,” he demanded with a chuckle. “That’s not very nice, is it?” Seishirou was aware that Kigai-san was watching him carefully, and he suddenly didn’t like it. The blond was… well, that sort of politeness and gentlemanly behaviour was suspicious. Though, really, he shouldn’t care.
“You..” Yuuto looked right up to Seishirou with a broad grin. “You must be Sakurazuka-san, right?” he asked innocently. And that alone seemed irritating.
"I wasn't speaking so unkindly, master. It was fact," Tatsumi said with an odd smile, meaning to be as difficult as he could possibly be. He knew though that Seishirou's words had done its job on him. He hated it. "Wouldn't K-master…" He stopped himself and with his hand on his forehead, sighed very long-sufferingly. This city hated him.
“’Master’?” Yuuto blinked and stared at Tatsumi with a furrowed brow. A curse where, apparently, you end up being obedient to someone…. …Ah. Now he understood. “Tatsumi-san,” he started gently, raising a brow to him, “who is your… ‘master’?” Didn’t help to be certain, did it?
The shinigami was quiet for a while, lips pursed into a tight line. And then, finally, he spoke, as if unable to hold back.
"Sakurazuka-san and Kigai-san are my… masters." He sighed after saying those words, unable to hide his displeasure, and disgust even. He was certain this could not be good in any way at all. Especially not when he was under the mercy of one Sakurazukamori.
Seishirou blinked several times. Masters. Plural. And he didn’t like sharing. He eyed Kigai-san – an irritating character, to be certain, in his airiness. But, perhaps there was a hierarchy? It was possible – though with the clean-cut nature of most curses, Seishirou still had his doubts.
“You…. Kigai-san,” he mumbled to the blond, who perked as he was addressed. “Do you know how you arrived here?” The only thing he was met with was a puzzled stare, and that was enough of an answer. For now.
Tatsumi, who had noticed Seishirou's irritation towards Kigai Yuuto early on, was amused. He managed to keep himself from laughing, but his lips had curved into a small, amused smile. "Worried he'll order you around, Master?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” Seishirou replied firmly to Tatsumi. If there was, indeed, a merit to this curse, it was that he could completely control the conversation from Tatsumi. Yuuto didn’t seem the type to demand what he so wished from anyone, let alone Tatsumi – they both were strangely cordial with each other. Seishirou casually noted offhand that they probably were in a strange affair, themselves. Not as though he cared, really.
But he really wanted to exert his control. And he would. Briefly looking at Yuuto with a slightly perked brow, he walked off to the bedroom once more, shutting the television off as he walked past. “Follow me – let’s give Kigai-san an opportunity to continue his sleep.” He already had the perfect idea for subduing Tatsumi.
Tatsumi did not want to follow Seishirou, and certainly not back into the Sakurazukamori's room. For about a minute, he remained rooted in the spot, silent, with his eyes closed in concentration. Deep down, he was hoping Yuuto would intervene, perhaps test if his power over him could override Seishirou's, until he finally bent against the curse's power and began following through the same exact path Seishirou took to his room. Slowly.
Just as the other two stepped into Seishirou’s bedroom, Yuuto rose slightly from his position on the sofa. This was a strange, almost uncomfortable, situation. He was in Sakurazuka Seishirou’s apartment – a Sakurazuka Seishirou that appeared to be in his mid-twenties, no less – and Tatsumi likewise was there. That was odd enough in itself; he had had no idea that Tatsumi-san and Sakurazuka-san knew each other so well. He wasn’t going to be intrusive, though. It was, after all, their business and not his, unless one of them wanted to make it his. Thus, with a sigh, he settled into a comfortable position on the foreign couch as the door to the adjacent bedroom shut. Perhaps later he would see if Tatsumi would tell him about that…
The kagetsukai tensed a bit as the door was shut behind him. He didn't like it that he was completely under the power of the Sakurazukamori's words. With any other person, he would have been confident about finding a flaw in their verbal orders, but Sakurazuka Seishirou was sly, and admittedly, his ability to read between the lines was something that had become more of a liability in his dealings with Seishirou. He prepared himself.
"I hope you're ordering me to sleep soon. It is getting late."
Seishirou paused, his back to Tatsumi as he stood beside the foot of his bed. Very gently, his shoulders shook with low laughter; strangely, Tatsumi amused him with his reactions. Perhaps why it made him so entertaining to bandy about… He turned slightly back to the other man, smiling wryly to him. “Sleep?” he asked challengingly before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Why so early, Tatsumi-kun?” Like he would show any of that precious mercy that Tatsumi thought he would receive.
Tatsumi certainly hadn't been expecting Seishirou let him off so easily, but he knew he had to try at least. One could never be assume too much. He tried to ignore the way Seishirou was sitting on the edge of the bed - for some reason, even if the Sakurazukamori was doing nothing very noteworthy, the simple fact that the man was on the bed, sitting down and looking at him unnerved him - and then replied quietly. "You don't sleep early? There are many benefits to sleeping early, you realize."
“My sleeping schedule is nothing you should worry over, Tatsumi-kun,” he replied with a strangely playful smile. He dug through his pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes – half-empty and slightly crumpled – while he kept a keen eye on Tatsumi. He chuckled as he pulled out a cigarette and pocketed the pack once more. “But thank you for showing concern.” After he pulled out a lighter, it was a mere manner of minutes until his cigarette was lit and smoke coiled lazily into the air. He probably wouldn’t even have to finish his cigarette quickly.
The stare he had locked on the other man soon turned dark. “As a reward, though… Lock the door.”
To buy time, Tatsumi questioned Seishirou. "Is that an order…? If it's a reward, I'd rather not." The prospect of Yuuto walking in on whatever ungodly and humiliating torture was not pleasant, but at the same time, if Seishirou say, decided to play with sharp things on him again, then at least, if Yuuto did walk in, that was going to be the end of it. Or he hoped. As nice Yuuto was, Tatsumi had long ago learned that each and everyone hid a darker side…
An order…? And here Seishirou had thought he was being so clean-cut in his responses. However, he was in a generous mood. With a smirk, he rose from the bed and approached Tatsumi, pushing him back against the door slowly with his hand on the other’s chest. “I didn’t stutter, did I?” he asked. As he moved in closer, he chose to use a lower timbre. “Lock the door.”
Restraining himself from doing anything more than growl, Tatsumi quietly pushed the Sakurazukamori's hand away from his chest. He turned his back from Seishirou and then grudgingly locked the door. He hoped Yuuto was having a better night than he was. On the sofa. He doubted he was going to have a night he'd look back to with a smile.
"There," he said quietly as soon as he'd locked it. He didn't turn around yet.
That was satisfactory enough… but Seishirou didn’t necessarily like that Tatsumi had chosen to turn his back on him. Well, there were ways to extract compensation. Just in case Tatsumi had forgotten or didn’t understand what was to come next, he turned the other man around and pushed him against the door once more. And this time, he had a firmer hold on Tatsumi; if he dared move, that firm grip let him know exactly what would be the consequence of such action.
He smiled coldly before he flexed his grip on Tatsumi’s wrist. “If you cooperate, you won’t have to follow another order from me for two hours.”
Tatsumi sneered. "And how do you propose to do that, Master? Most of the things you might be interested in making me do in your room aren't exactly the kind I would do willingly. Did Master soil his beddings? Would he like me change them?"
It was petty, but terribly satisfying. It was about the only thing he can do right now with the curse in power.
So Tatsumi didn’t take the offer. Not as though Seishirou had expected such, but he couldn’t say that he hadn’t given Tatsumi a fair chance. His eyes flashed darkly and his smirk grew more malicious while he closed the gap of distance between himself and the other man. As though the not-so-subtle hints hadn’t been enough, his knee bent between Tatsumi’s legs suggestively. Surely, Tatsumi would understand.
“Kiss me nicely again,” he hissed.
Tatsumi grit his teeth and tried very hard to ignore the knee between his legs. He also tried to delay as much as he could, but he was no match for the power Seishirou's order had on him. Swearing under his breath, he opened his mouth slightly, and leaned closer to deliver as Seishirou had asked.
If it was embarrassing and degrading enough, Seishirou would be satisfied. And most definitely, this situation met the requirements. And, he rationalised, he was demanding compensation from Tatsumi. Why shouldn’t he? An eye for an eye, after all.
Luckily, Tatsumi’s skills were sufficient enough that he wasn’t going to demand too much. Once Tatsumi finished, he pulled him away from the door and shoved him onto the mattress. He had locked the door for a reason, after all.
“I suppose now I’ll have to wear you out so you’ll sleep…”