[AU -- *spoilers*] Sora/Kaito

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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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"One pile of garbage stinks up the place same as another."

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His grin just simmers itself down into a smile that would be almost sweet if you didn't know where it that thing had been.

"I think that'd be the real test of whether you've been savin' or not."

He pushes himself farther onto the bed so that he can rest his back against the wall.

"How quick do you think your brother'd be able to get to you here?"

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Kaito tilts his head back and blows smoke up at the ceiling, not even wasting a thought on the idea of Agito saving him from either Sora. As if that was his purpose.

"Is thinking about what might have been what gets a bastard like you up in the morning?"

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There's a pause as Sora just sits there, watching Kaito and thinking, smile never leaving his face.

"...nah. Thinkin' 'bout what's gonna be's lots more fun."

And that's when he moves, shoving Kaito over and pushing him down, his left elbow planted in Kaito's chest, chin resting in his hand, as he leans over him, smile gone lazy and a lot more genuine.

"You got any thoughts on the future, Kaito?"

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It wasn't really a matter of letting his guards down so much as never bothering to put them up, and in the back of his head Kaito was prepared for the fact that the King Roach might take the bait and pick a fight. But spending every second with gun drawn and watching his back wasn't a win Kaito would ever let the trash have.

Still, mentally expecting a fight and physically being pressed into a mattress by Takeuchi Fucking Sora were two entirely different things. Kaito doesn't process thought so much as instinct, which was nothing but a boiling rage, and grits his teeth. His right hand shoots out and aims at Sora's adam's apple with the stretched edge of his hand between thumb and forefinger.

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His right hand shoots across to grab at Kaito's wrist, latching onto it as it reaches his throat, stopping it just short enough to prevent Kaito from getting in a hard hit.

"Goin' for the throat again? What'd I say 'bout you bein' predictable? Man, this shouldn't feel so familiar..."

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It takes an actual effort to not stretch his fingers and scratch at Sora's throat with his nails, but Kaito finds it somewhere. The gut instinct that lashed out before he'd even thought to want to contain it was over with, but having missed the chance to make a kill, it's easier hold his seething anger back behind teeth and eyes. To focus on the fact that Sora's elbow on his chest on the weight behind it was going to fucking bruise, asshole. Kaito doesn't let his hand go limp in Sora's grip, but he doesn't push further either. His left hand drops the cigarette he'd somehow held onto over the edge of the bed. If it caught fire and sent them both up at this point Kaito didn't much care.

"What's this?" Kaito finally gets out, not quite keeping the rough anger out of his voice, but it's a few thousand notches below what he'd felt an instant ago. "Switching teams just for a new game?"

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.

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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.

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"--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.

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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.

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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..."

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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'?"

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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?"

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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'."

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"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.

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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?"

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"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."

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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."