seechainsaw | [RL with Justin and Kid]

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[RL with Justin and Kid]

Giriko had to admit that it had taken him a bit of time to get his head back on straight after the last couple of revelations and events.

But even though he couldn't actually remember much of his drunken conversation with Henry a couple of nights ago, he felt better. He felt a little bit like a decision had been made, or at least that Henry had his back, which was more than he ever would have expected - and a lot more than he probably deserved.

So it was frustrating to him that Justin hadn't magically gotten over his issues at the exact moment that Giriko had. With Justin avoiding him and only talking to him as much as he was required to do in Team Meetings with His Fucking High Noahness and his little cocksucker, life at the headquarters was a lot more boring than it should be. And it was Justin who'd wanted him there so bad in the first place!

That fact was giving Giriko a pretty damn good idea, all on its own.

He knocked on Justin's door, pounding pretty hard so the priest couldn't claim not to have heard it. And if Justin ignored it anyway, he was fully prepared to kick the damn thing in.

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"Bet I could make ya scream," Giriko purred quietly. Then Kid noticed the priest standing behind him, and he grinned wide at the reaction.

"Oho, didn't expect that, did ya? Guess you didn't know some of your friends as well as you thought. I wonder how many others aren't who you think."

He reached out, pressing his hand to Kid's stomach and rubbing up, lifting his shirt. "Gotta wonder if they think you're the traitor, comin' to live with us like this. Maybe no one'll come for you at all."

Kid was just about to tell Giriko to shut the hell up, but that all quickly turned into a rather obvious flinch away from Giriko's hand, though he couldn't get far thanks to his hands being tied. "Someone's coming for me!" Because Liz and Patti must have been able to get back safely and tell everyone what had happened. Because Professor Stein had promised he'd make sure they were safe. And they had to be safe. They had to be.

Justin scoffed. That little Shinigami was so pathetic sometimes. "Giriko? You want me to leave the two of you alone? I'd hate to get in your way." Besides, this might actually save him from having to deal with Giriko's rather insatiable sexual appetite himself; Justin wasn't entirely sure he knew how to handle that and still run his little errands for Noah anyway, but if Kid actually managed to keep him distracted, Justin was mostly off the hook.

"If they can ever find you," Giriko replied mercilessly. "You don't have the first fucking clue where you are, do you? Neither do they."

He glanced back at Justin over his shoulder. "Fuck no I don't want you to leave. C'mere." He wasn't planning on letting Justin off the hook, anyway, whether it was before or after he went to run those errands of his.

"I got some questions for ya," Giriko added, turning back to Kid.

Justin came closer, figuring he still needed to wait for a better opportunity to escape. He had places to go and 14 year old girls to kill, after all.

Kid resisted the urge to snarl and simply raised an eyebrow in response. "Ask away, if you absolutely must."

Giriko slung his arm around Justin companionably, drawing him right up close to Kid.

"Yeah, so your friends...Maka and Soul are their names, right? You know what kinda powers they've got?" Kid would probably not want to tell him, but that was all right. It would just give Giriko more of an opportunity to rough him up.

Justin exhaled slowly. He was slightly annoyed at Giriko for the embarrassing treatment - he didn't mind it when they were in private, sure, but in front of people? Honestly? - but he refused to show that and give Kid something to pick up on.

Kid snorted, rolling his eyes. "What makes you think they're my friends? It's not like I keep tabs of the entire school." He stared a little down and off to the right of Giriko, where his gaze fell after he got done with his eyeroll. "Why not get Justin to tell you?"

"Cause I ain't a fuckin' moron," Giriko scoffed, leaning in closer. "You showed up on the island with them. And they were there at Arachnophobia. They ain't just some other people in the whole fuckin' school. They're people you've fought beside."

He leaned back and glanced at Justin. "Now Justin, he don't know shit about them, because he's been off with me, right?"

Justin glared softly at Giriko. He very much wanted to be left out of this. Especially if he was going to imply... Anything to Kid in the slightest. "You already know that's true, Giriko."

Kid, much to Justin's relief, either didn't notice or didn't care much about Giriko's comment. He resisted the urge to crane his neck and lean as far away as possible, and instead stood his ground, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'd rather die than give any of you monsters any sort of information."

Giriko grinned at Justin, then lashed out violently towards Kid. He didn't even bother to look at him, delivering a powerful punch to the midsection that could easily break a rib.

"Don't call me a monster," he said with a smirk, finally looking at Kid to admire his own handiwork. "You just gotta tell me one thing, brat. Can Maka and Soul do something to break a person's soul? Make it explode?"

Justin giggled cruelly as Kid's face contorted in pain. But the Shinigami didn't scream, wouldn't scream. He coughed up blood, wondering how long this would take to heal before he could breathe comfortably again. He sucked in air, sounding almost like a series of sobs.

"I don't..." He paused to spit out some blood, hoping it would hit either Giriko or Justin. "I don't know."

Giriko didn't mind if blood spattered his boots. He grinned, watching the Shinigami cough and retch, and finally hearing his answer.

He glanced sidelong at Justin. "What do ya think?" he purred. "Do we believe him?"

Maybe they did. It was possible Kid didn't know. It was possible they didn't have such a power, too. But maybe they didn't.

The corner of Justin's lips turned in a cruel smirk. "Maybe you should hit him again and see what he says this time." As long as it didn't cause any permanent damage to Noah's precious little collectible, it shouldn't cause problems.

"I'm telling the truth!" Kid shouted, trying his hardest to not sound too desperate to not get hit again.

The desperation was hot. Giriko felt a lot better now than he had in a while, getting to just hurt someone without having to worry about the consequences.

He lashed out a second time. The second blow wasn't as hard as the first - he didn't want to kill the kid by accident - but when layered on top of the first one it would still hurt just as much.

"Still don't know?" he asked, grinning at Justin.

Kid whimpered from the blow, unable to keep himself completely quiet this time. He was starting to sincerely hope that Gopher was coming back soon. Justin giggled at the reaction; it was cute, almost.

"I st-still... Still don't know." The Shinigami seriously considered trying to kick Giriko in the head - he knew he'd be able to without much of a problem, but that would only make him angrier and with his chest getting hurt, moving around that much wouldn't do anything to help him heal. "Why do you care?"

"None of your fuckin' business," Giriko said, almost amiably.

He grabbed Kid by the hair and pulled his head back, enjoying how his neck was pulled into a long, tight line. Loving the sight of those bruises, of the blood that ran down his chin.

"It ain't your place to ask questions, brat," he added, smirking down at the boy. "You're nothin' more than a toy in Noah's collection, now. Toys don't ask questions or get cheeky. Just do what you're told, and we can get along fine. It ain't that hard, right? You think you can do that?"

There was something Kid distinctly didn't like about Giriko's smirk. He hated it enough to forget about his earlier thoughts about not retaliating. "No, I can't," he spat, kicking at Giriko's stomach, trying to get him to let go.

Giriko caught Kid's leg, stopping it before he could reach his stomach.

"Do that again and I'll cut it off," he sneered, tightening his grip on Kid's hair. "You don't need both of your legs to suck Noah's cock, do ya? I don't think he'd mind."

Kid visibly winced at the hand tightening in his hair. He didn't want to show that it hurt at all, but it was becoming a little too painful for him to remain stoic about. "I'd think it would ruin my collector's value," he sneered right back, trying to wrench his leg away.

"You think I give a shit?" Giriko growled. "Besides, I doubt he cares if you've got both legs. He wants a Shinigami. What does it matter what its shaped like?"

He wasn't sure of that, though, so he let go and sauntered away before Kid could kick him again. He turned to Justin, smirking at him. He had the answer he'd wanted, and was feeling a lot better.

"Kid's boring me," he said. "You want to go do something more interesting?"

Not bothering to respond, Justin walks out of the room, expecting Giriko to follow. He had a sinking feeling he knew what 'something more interesting' meant, but he wasn't afraid of Giriko, not by a long shot.

Kid didn't bother hiding the glare on his face as both of them left.

Giriko followed Justin with a comfortable pace, hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket. He could just barely hear the music playing on Justin's headphones and he wondered if Justin would be just as deaf if he took them out.

When they neared their rooms, he slung his arm around Justin's shoulders and guided him towards his own door. He leaned in and nipped at Justin's earlobe, careful not to get the headphone cord.

He wasn't quite as deaf with them out. It took a bit of time for his ears to stop ringing, true, but once that happened, he could still hear. His shoulders sagged as usual when Giriko's arm wrapped around him.

Justin was just about to protest that if nothing else, he needed to sleep tonight in his room to make sure he could get enough sleep before he fought against Maka and Soul, but the little nibble on his ear kept him quiet. He took a few deep albeit shaky breaths to keep his composure in check. He wasn't going to lose his head like he did during that virus, no matter how unexpectedly pleasant that was. ...Though he had to admit it was oddly sweet that Giriko cared enough to not bite down on the the cord, and he fought back the urge to thank him for that.

Giriko gleed inwardly at the little shaky breaths that Justin drew after that little nibble. Justin was obviously unsure about this, and that was just fine with Giriko. More importantly, Justin wanted it. Wanted it bad.

He drew Justin into the bedroom and reached for his robes, trying to figure out how the damn things fastened themselves.

"Don't worry," he said gruffly, his eyes lighting up. "I'll be gentle."

Justin might not technically be a virgin, but Giriko was willing to just pretend that that incident during the virus never happened. That sort of meant that Justin was probably a virgin again, right?

Justin still didn't like being in Giriko's room. It made him feel like he had very little choice in what happened, and feeling out of control drove him crazy. He liked having the ability to kick Giriko out if he wanted. Here, he didn't have that. He had the option of escaping, but he doubted Giriko would let him without a fight, and he'd never manage to live that down.

His own hands gently touched Giriko's as he reached down to help him get the robes off; he didn't need the chainsaw ripping them because he couldn't figure out how they went together. "I'm not worried," he said automatically. A little tense, yes, but he knew he could still easily overpower Giriko if it came down to that.

Giriko let him undo the robes. They were annoying, anyway, and occupied himself with taking off the chain around Justin's neck and then burying his hand in the short blond hair and bending his head to kiss the boy.

He enjoyed that for a few moments, teasing him with his tongue, then slipped his hand inside the robe to brush against Justin's chest, tweaking his nipple.

"You gonna take off those damn headphones, or am I gonna have to strangle ya with 'em?" he murmured, drawing back enough to be sure Justin could see his lips move.

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