inheritthewind | [AU -- *spoilers*] Sora/Kaito

"Actually, I'd just felt like beatin' your pathetic face in for a while, but hey! I'm a considerate guy, I'm willin' to take suggestions."

His grip on Kaito's wrist squeezes painfully tight as he yanks Kaito's hand across his body, pinning it to the bed.

"Sounds like somethin' you'd be up for, at least."

"Are punch or fuck all you can do when you don't like how things go?" Kaito replies, sounding perhaps distracted. Even with his long arms, that wasn't particularly comfortable. So Kaito tugs against the grip and shifts, not really expecting to get free so much as experimenting with how much room he has. Not enough to reach his gun quickly, and the whip was no better a closer range weapon than his own fist.

"The first one sounds like less of a pain."

"Of all people, you should know that they ain't."

With Sora's elbow still pinning him down, Kaito doesn't have much room to move, and while it might vaguely occur to Sora that this would be rather uncomfortable, it's not as though he gives a shit.

"I'm willin' to take the long route on things."

Suddenly letting up on the pressure on Kaito's chest, he gives another hard yank to try to flip him over, kneeing him sharply in the back to assist in the process.

Despite the fact that Sora was talking about what, Kaito supposes, he could file away as a rape charge, the further the situation progresses, the more incontrol he finds himself. It was far from the first time he'd been pinned against a bed, and it wouldn't be the last time Kaito bothered to put someone else in their place.

When Sora lets up he's ready for it. Mainly because Sora couldn't do jackshit in the position he'd put them in, it would have to come, and as soon as his right hand is out of the way the left flashes up to his holster. The angle was awkward, but the hammer was already cocked and as soon as he has the gun in his hand, Kaito releases the bullet down between them. It smashes into Sora's upper thigh, and without waiting to see if the bullet breaks the skin or not, Kaito fires again at the other leg.

Edited 2008-01-17 08:15 (UTC)

"--jesusmotherfuckerfuckingsonnuva-"

He reflexively shoves himself off of the bed but drags Kaito with him, grabbing the other man by the hair in order to slam his head into the floor, still cursing through gritted teeth.

It was something of a pleasure to be off the bed. And the pain of being dragged off by his hair wasn't really much compared to having his skull slammed into the wood floor. The first time makes him see stars, a second time might involve not seeing anything. With a sound that that is meant to be a curse and is more of simple snarl, Kaito slams the heavy barrel of his Desert Eagle against the wrist of the hand in his hair with as much strength as he can manage.

That leads to the hand in his hair being released with another bit-back curse. Sora uses his free hand to grab the gun, though, twisting it around so that Kaito can choose to either let go or have his shoulder dislocated.

"I'd say that havin' to watch such a useless struggle was annoyin'... but I really shouldn't've expected anythin' else, huh..."

Kaito reflexively lets go of the gun about the time his wrist starts to get twisted painfully, he'd known he wouldn't be able to keep it anyway.

"Who's struggling?" Kaito asks, forcing his words not so slur though his ears were still ringing from the concussion Sora had almost managed to give him. He reaches up and brushes hair away from his face, wishes irrationally that he still carried something to tie it back with. Fucking wind bastard. "You're the one who can't even keep a man on a bed. How are your legs?"

Sora stands up and rolls across the room a bit, a closed frown on his face as he looks at the gun in his hands. Then he turns around to look down at Kaito.

"...that'd leave five, right?"

Raising the gun, he takes aim near Kaito.

Shot one hits to the right of him.

Shot two hits to the left of him.

Shot three hits to the left of him again.

Shot four hits Kaito's right hand.

A smile cracks his face back open. "Well, shit! Guess I missed."

And shot five flies over Kaito's head to bounce off the wall behind him.

Kaito doesn't flinch as the bullets fly around him, but doesn't bother to try to hold back the curse when one finally hits him. As a rule, he hadn't been shot by his own bullets too often, still it hurts about as much as he remembered. "You're a shit shot."

But the pain in his hand does a good job of distracting from the pain from his head, and things upstairs feel like they are moving along a bit better. Briefly, Kaito considers maybe he shouldn't antagonize the bastard further. But he'd never been fond of the receiving end. Pushing himself off the ground, Kaito stands up.

Expression slipping back to something slightly more subdued, he tosses the gun aside, letting it clatter off to who-knows-where on the floor. He watches Kaito, eyes narrowed and still smiling slightly, not moving.

"Plannin' on tryin' somethin'?"

Shifting his coat over his arms, Kaito mentally takes inventory. Whip over there, plenty of debris all around, gun empty with Sora between him and it. On his person there was the tracker, his lighter, cigarettes, wallet. Not a lot of options in the best of times. It's an effort not to go for another cigarette, but smiling is easy.

"Like what?"

Smiling is very easy -- Sora's been doing it all his life, moreso since he learned that people like it when you smile. Curve the mouth, lift the eyes a little, and you're set. Right now, as he's smiling, he's taking similar stock of the situation, though with more attention to structure than personal items.

He raises an eyebrow and starts to circle closer to Kaito.

"Hey, man, you're the one into all that kinky shit. I can only be makin' some wild guesses 'bout what you might be thinkin'."

"You're the one that wanted to fuck," Kaito murmurs, calm and centered in a way he only got when in the middle of work. "I've got rules about this, you know? I don't touch your kind." Those were the rules, and how he liked it, but something was telling him he was going to need his whip. He doesn't bother with Sora's circling, walking straight past the other and not seeming to care when they nearly brush, kneeling down to pick up the whip where it'd fallen off the bed.

His head tilts slightly as he watches Kaito, his gaze hardening with a combination of annoyance and excitement, irritated by the obstacle to his original plan but glad at the prospect of a challenge to keep himself occupied.

"Any other rules I should be knowin' about?"

"Maybe if you're half as clever as you think you are, you'll figure them out." Twisting his wrist slightly, Kaito loops the whip about like a lazy snake, the nubbed head drawing circles over the wood. It was too bad he didn't keep something that drew blood with him, but he had his best aim with this. Without quite turning back to Sora, he strikes his arm out to the side, whip cracking along Sora's left cheek. "One is for having the arrogance to even want to fuck me."

Edited 2008-01-19 06:46 (UTC)

That had come faster than he could react to it, leaving him biting back a curse at the sharp sting. His stance instantly shifts, readying himself to find a way to move to the offensive.

"Just don't be gettin' no wrong ideas here... 'cuz I sure as fuck ain't wantin' you like THAT."

Kaito isn't really in a hurry, and waits for Sora to finish his argument before letting his whip fly again. Other cheek this time. "Two is for trying to get on top."

He doesn't dodge that, but it doesn't draw more than the hint of a snarl as he's too busy moving, making a move to get around behind Kaito and closer -- basically, aiming to make the range less advantageous to Kaito.

Turning just a bit, the whip lashes out again, winding tight around Sora's leg before he can get far. Kaito yanks hard, and finally tilts his head to look at Sora full on. And somehow, Kaito looks pleased. "It's too soon to be running, trash."

He skids a bit but doesn't fall, fixing Kaito with a combination of glare and grin. Pulling himself back up from the position that he'd caught himself in, he starts walking straight towards Kaito, seemingly paying no attention to the whip wrapped around his leg.

"Ain't nobody doin' no runnin' here."

"Not a bad idea." As Sora walks forward, the slack in the whip lets it fall and Kaito brings it back in, not seeing to have a probem with Sora's approach, but calculating just the same. "But coming willingly won't save you any pain~" Kait's arm flashes out again, and this time the whip snaps against Sora's neck, then coils around it. For now, Kaito leaves it tight enough to restrict breathing a bit, but not cut it off completely.

His breath hitches and one hand twitches slightly in an abortive move to reach up to grab the length of whip now leasing him to Kaito. But instead, he just loops his thumbs in his belt loops and stands there, apparently either too insane or too retarded (or, most likely, both) to actually be afraid. There's still a small adrenaline rush, though, and he can feel the slight increase in heart rate, in his breathing, as he sure as he feels the whip around his throat.

"Always figured you weren't just usin' this thing on the job."

Since Sora is done walking, Kaito closes the next few steps, winding the slack of the whip up into his hand. He stops when they are apart. "A good possession has multiple uses." Kaito gives no sense of being on guard, and every impression that more than just the whip are currently in his possession. He looks sharply interested in a way that doesn't really seem entirely sexual, or particularly apart from the way he looks when raiding a parts war. "

"Well, hey, who knew that we agreed on so much?" Sora responds, eyes lit with the anticipation of an exciting battle and breathing still quickened, but otherwise not giving Kaito any reaction.

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