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

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[AU -- spoilers] Sora/Kaito

As it sometimes does come to pass, a counselor finds himself wanting a bit of time to himself, some time where he can let relax his guard a little and let the buzz in his head just sound itself out.

So that's why Takeuchi Sora is currently in an unoccupied cabin, one that one would assume is one of the outposts constructed by the camp patrols, given its smaller size and non-central location. Anyone who happened to walk in might not even notice him at first -- and then would only see a young man sitting calmly, presumably enjoying the peace and quiet.

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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."

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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.

"Who the fuck agreed to anything?" Kaito says it almost as a murmur, an afterthought. In one smooth motion he drops half of the coils from his hand, giving himself some slack, and lifts his foot over the length of whip between them and stepping down hard. The weight of Kaito's foot pulls Sora's leash lower to the ground, giving Sora the option of getting on his knees or having the collar tighten to lifethreatening point. "Leave your preconceptions wherever the hell you forgot your sanity."

Much of what Sora has gotten in life has been gained through figuring out what other people want and giving it to them -- it's amazing how easy that can make some people to work with. If by "work with" we also mean "use absolutely mercilessly."

He saw where things were going the moment that Kaito raised his foot but waits until the yank comes from the ground and the whip just begins to bite into his neck before taking a knee, with every external indication of contained surprise. The left knee of his jeans tears a little as it's caught hard, dragged a little, between metal and the floor.

"Man, it's pretty funny hearin' you talkin' about sanity."

With Sora apparently where Kaito wants him, Kaito takes the time to pull another cigarette out of the folds of his coat and place it between his lips. It was too damn bad he didn't have his handcuffs with him today, not that they would offer much in the way of security.

With one foot still holding the whip to the floor, Kaito uses the handle to push Sora's chin up. "Says the bastard that chooses to play this game."

"Well, now we're just goin' in circles, man."

The push was met with a little initial resistance, but he doesn't appear to be very concerned as he looks up at Kaito. In fact, if anything, he appears to have slightly relaxed.

"You think?" If something about what Sora said irritates Kaito, he doesn't show it in his expression at all, but the handle of the whip slides up and cracks across Sora's cheek. With his other hand, Kaito flicks on his lighter and takes a slow draw on his cigarette. "How long has it been?"

That finally brings one of Sora's hands up to rub his face, as he puts on a rather petulant expression.

"How long's what been?"

"Since you got laid." Kaito glances down at the floor around them, looking for debris and finding this area, at least, was clean of glass and nails. It was all scattered around the walls. He steps out of his shoes and kicks them off the side. "I figure, what makes a supposedly straight fucker like you so desperate he asks for this?" Letting one shoulder hang, Kaito lets the trenchcoat slide off his arm, after carefully slipping his lighter into his pants pocket. Then he switches the handle of the whip over to his other hand and removes the coat entirely, tossing it back on the bed.

Free of the hindrences of his coat, Kaito bend over until his face is only a few inches above Sora, almost seeming to examine him. "So you've had those legs how long now? And no one to share it with but the doppleganger."

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