[RL with Justin and Kid]

[seechainsaw]

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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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?"

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"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?"

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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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Justin very nearly protested when Giriko stripped him of his necklace, but he was cut off by the kiss and mostly forgot what his problem was about. He was almost too busy focusing on trying to remain calm and composed (and starting to fail at it) that it took a little longer to realize Giriko was talking to him.

Once he did realize though, he obediently popped his headphones out of his ears and draped the cord over his neck. "Why do you care, anyway?"

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Giriko rolled his eyes and reached for the player, intending to pull the player off completely and set it on the bedside table.

"Because we'll just get tangled up and shit, idiot," he said. "You expect to be able to wear that thing in the middle of everything?"

He ran both hands under Justin's robes, touching the smooth skin and beginning to explore with more curiosity than urgency.

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Justin didn't fight Giriko taking away his iPod. He was horribly uncomfortable being without it - it had become something of a security blanket to him, but he could survive without it even if its loss did slightly renew the urge to leave. "I'd like to, yes. ...But you're the expert."

He had to keep himself from trying to squirm away, but he made sure he was more focused on finishing unfastening his robes and shrugging out of them, making a mental note to pick them up later. Somehow it was a little less unnerving now that he was actually able to see Giriko's hands moving over his chest.

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Giriko had every intention of completely turning things around in comparison to the last time he'd been in any way naked in the presence of Justin. Justin had beaten him in battle twice, and then raped him during a virus, but this time was going to be different.

He bent his head, sliding his arms around Justin and licking at one of his nipples as he tried to back him towards the bed. Hormones and his prowess in bed should do the job.

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Justin didn't resist in the slightest. During the virus he knew what he was doing, more or less, but without it guiding his actions, he was the slightest bit lost, so he thought nothing of it when his back hit the mattress.

He was too focused on the sensations to really care about too much else, anyway. Other than staying as calm as possible. He still didn't want to give Giriko the satisfaction of him starting to react, though Justin's body had a much different idea and arched up against Giriko's tongue.

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Giriko growled happily as he straddled Justin's hips, rocking his jeans-clad groin against the boy.

He lifted up and kissed him again, nipping at his lower lip hard enough to leave a mark with his sharp teeth, as his fingers circled and flicked at Justin's nipples.

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He gasped at the contact, all the touches starting to run together and make his reactions spiral out of control. Resisting the urge to simply writhe on the sheets at Giriko's ministrations, Justin leaned up and scraped his teeth and tongue against Giriko's neck, occasionally pausing to suck at a bit of skin and leave behind a little red mark in his wake.

Not that he was doing that because he wanted to. Of course not. He just knew that Giriko would never let him live it down if he continued to act so passive and, much as he suddenly loathed to admit it, inexperienced.

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Oh no, he didn't want to at all. Giriko would have laughed long and hard if Justin had claimed that out loud. If he didn't want it, then why wasn't he walking out of here? Why was his cock so stiff and hard under Giriko's grinding hips. Why was he gasping like that?

The chainsaw hummed at the kisses, not minding that he left marks in his wake. He did one better, kissing down to Justin's throat and then biting down harder, drawing blood with shark teeth.

As he did so, he curled his fingers around Justin's cock and began to stroke in earnest, wanting to drive him into losing his mind.

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And just like that, Justin gave up on his stoic act. He moaned loudly, scarcely believing his own voice, bucking his hips with abandon. There was a part of him that almost wanted to make a comment about how that bite was the first time Giriko had managed to draw blood, but he held his tongue, slightly concerned that if he said that he would get a chunk bitten out of his neck.

Compared to that virus, this was much nicer. Justin never really factored in how he wanted Giriko to actually want him. It was an unexpected turn-on, and it managed to make him comfortable to let a little loose.

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Giriko grinned against Justin's throat. "That's better," he purred.

He paused for a moment, drew back a little. He openly admired Justin's bare body as he pulled his own shirt off and cast it aside, then opened his jeans and kicked off his boots. His eyes glittered with desire as he just...looked at the boy.

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Justin reddened slightly when he realized Giriko was rather obviously staring at him. "What do you think you're doing?" he mumbled, resisting the urge to curl up away from the man. Sex was one thing, having Giriko looking at him naked was quite another, and Justin wasn't too sure he appreciated the distinction.

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Giriko liked that blush. He slipped out of his jeans, tossing them aside. He was hard, his cock flushed and standing up now that it was freed from the restrictions.

And yes, it was pierced.

He bent over Justin, smirking widely. "What, you shy? I was just lookin' at what I'm gonna take in a few minutes. I gotta right to examine the merchandise, don't I?"

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Justin's gaze trailed downwards, staring down at the stud through Giriko's cock, suddenly feeling a bit over his head and even more uncomfortable with Giriko hovering above him. But he wasn't about to run away. No, he'd never live that down.

"I'm not shy," he spat, tearing his eyes away to glare. "And I'm not your merchandise, either..." The rest of his statement mostly went over Justin's head.

He leaned up and gave Giriko's bottom lip a hard bite.