shamelesshookery | KAITO: SHADOW GARBAGE AU EDITION OPEN POST

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KAITO: SHADOW GARBAGE AU EDITION OPEN POST

Because sometimes you love both the split personality and inner demons tropes way too much, and there's only one way to handle it.

THE AU IS RIDICULOUS, but all you really need to know is Kaito got humanity's malice dumped into his head along with ridiculous power, and his way of coping with both that and the trauma involved was to shove it all in with everything else he represses the heck out of and then completely dissociate himself from it. End result: what he thinks of as his inner monster has completely split off into a personality of its own, following the imagery and pattern left behind by the Shadow from that one time the Vocaloid Dressing Room had a Persona event.

(Please don't judge me.)

Feel free to pick a scenario, if you can't think of one just blank tag this sucker and I'll come up with something!

Warning! There will be a decently high probability of maiming in this post! If you're not okay with that, that's cool; just let me know in a comment header or something and I will have normal Kaito intervene. (Alternately, if you want to get mauled... well. All you have to do is ask :))

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[ he ends up with his back pressed to the wall, hands grasping Tristan's shoulders— to push him away or otherwise attempt resistance, maybe, it didn't exactly take much to understand why Tristan was calling him and he—

wants. wants not to want, but still wants, his eyes flickering unsteadily yellow like guttering candle flames as his other half presses him not to care, just to take— it's fine, isn't it? they want it, who cares about the rest.

it's enough that between that and the overwhelming wash of heat from Tristan, resisting stops being an option. he pulls at the other man instead, kneading at him and groaning at the sensation of teeth and his objection for marking going off in response. tilting his head up and baring his neck for more doesn't require any thought at all ]

[Great, good. He takes the invitation, lips sliding over skin, all soft heat as he inhales Kaito's strange scent with a shudder of pleasure.]

Clothes off.

[The command is breathed warmly against Kaito's skin before he bites again, sharp teeth and wet tongue, sucking to leave marks in response to Kaito's objectives.]

[ there's a spike of disquiet and an equal spike of yes, more in response to the order, and a harder spike of the latter in response to the bite. he whines and starts working his shirt off with unsteady hands, waiting for Tristan to pull back enough he can tug it off over his head.

that sets off his other objective, the one for being unclothed in front of other people, and his knees almost give out before he can even begin to start working on his pants. they get shoved partway down his thighs, just enough to free his cock, before he gives up and shudders helplessly in pleasure ]

[He leans back to look at Kaito, licking his lips and pressing his palms flat over Kaito's hips. He licks Kaito's collarbone, kisses down patchwork skin to bite and tease a nipple, hands roaming down Kaito's thighs before he looks up again.]

Beautiful...

[He means it, Kaito is breathtaking in his strangeness. Tristan presses his hips up against Kaito's, reaches between them to fondle Kaito's balls, stroke his cock slowly.]

Fuck me. Against that wall.

[ arching into the touches, pressing into Tristan's hands and mouth with quiet, breathless noises. its with hesitant caution that he returns the favor, like he's expecting to be told to stop— touching the back of his neck and carding up through his hair, smoothing one hand down his side.

he starts to protest at the compliment, only to break off into a moan and grind back against Tristan, eyes fluttering shut— his erection twitches in his hand at the command ]

Do you— preparation...?

[ grabbing him by the shoulder to push him against the wall, though, bringing the fingers of his other hand up to Tristan's mouth to get his point across ]

[Tristan shudders and hums in pleasure at every touch, far from telling Kaito to stop. He wants to be hurt, but not being completely dry is generally better. So he parts his lips and sucks on Kaito's fingers greedily, wetting them with saliva and licking them enthusiastically, not breaking eye contact though he's flushed and hazy.]

[His hands haven't stopped either, alternatively pumping Kaito's erection with slow, tortuous deliberation and clawing lightly at Kaito's back to urge him closer, to feel his nails rake against different textures of skin.]

[ he's too absorbed in watching Tristan's mouth to keep eye contact— his eyes are still flickering irregularly, but both blue and gold they are dark and very intent. he keeps petting him in the meantime, grazing up under his shirt to thumb at his nipples, back down to stroke down his hipbones and then cup him, just restlessly touching him all over like he's trying to memorize Tristan's body with his free hand.

his skin feels mostly the same— warm and slightly damp with sweat, broken up by uneven lines of scar tissue that make Kaito's breath hitch and his hips rock involuntarily into Tristan's hand whenever they're touched. there's a spot on his lower back, though, that feels... warmer, almost hot, and Kaito makes a low shuddery noise and arches like he can't make up his mind whether to lean into or away from Tristan's hands when they go near it ]

[He absolutely sucks in Kaito's fingers with the enthusiasm and use of tongue he'd employ if it were Kaito's cock in his mouth instead. He kind of wishes it was but he's too impatient for that much foreplay. Watching Kaito's eyes though, is fascinating. And he moans and gasps openly around Kaito's fingers, leaning into every touch hungrily, vocal despite being somewhat muffled. Shameless in his eager responses and wordless urging for more.]

[He can't ask verbally, but he keeps coming back to that area, fingers playing over scars only to return to that hot spot and explore, curious.]

[ there's something in the middle of it, too, smooth and slightly warm with Kaito's body heat. the more Tristan returns to that spot, the more of what his playing is doing to Kaito leaks over their bonds— it's an white-hot, intrusive feeling, pressure and cold and heat and painfully intense pleasure spiking every time his fingers drag across it. the third or fourth time he touches it Kaito just sobs and drops his forehead to Tristan's shoulder, pushed too far to take it anymore, and pulls his fingers out of Tristan's mouth to desperately grope at his ass instead ]

[This only encourages Tristan really. Fascinated by the feedback and Kaito's reactions and his own intense desire. He hitches one of his thighs up over Kaito's hips, encouraging him, but his fingers head back, trace the plug and the flesh around it.]

What is this?

[Not that it ultimately matters what the answer is, he's not going to stop exploiting Kaito's reactions. But he's curious.]

[ don't ask me to be coherent when you're playing with that. gritting out, his voice raspy and wrecked ]

It's— plug. For the- the computer, ah, the nerves are— Tristan, Tristan stop, I'm—

[ squashing Tristan up against the wall and pressing one finger into him, trying to be careful but a little too desperate to completely manage, and oh that doesn't not help at all. it's too easy to imagine that tight heat somewhere else and he's so close already— ]

Don't be so gentle.

[It's a hoarse demand because Kaito's slight roughness isn't rough enough. And... He gets the warning. He could stop. He does pause even because he wants to be fucked but also. Also he wants to see Kaito keep coming undone from this simple little exploit.]

[It's a really difficult decision but Kaito's voice eventually tips it. He needs to hear Kaito lose it like, right now. His fingers drag, slow and deliberate over that port again. Play around it in a sadistic, targeted circle, Tristan pressing his lips to Kaito's shoulder. Kaito can feel his heartbeat where their chests press together, erratic and racing.]

[ it's the intent that does it, almost as much as the touch— he cries out in rising desperation, loud and broken, and then bites into the juncture of Tristan's neck and shoulder with a muffled keen as he comes all over his stomach.

it's a couple of moments for Kaito to recover enough from that to keep going, but he manages. shoving a second finger into him with a lot less care and stretching him, his hands shaking ]

[That's... Incredibly hot. Satisfying too, to see him, hear him. He's amazed Kaito is still standing let alone still going, even with a break to catch his breath.]

[He tangles a hand in Kaito's hair, drags his fingers through the mess over his stomach, licking them, tasting Kaito, licking his own lips and just. Leaning against the wall, eyes dilated and wide, just way too turned on and keyed up, shifting needily against Kaito's hand. That was incredibly hot but also.]

You can take a break.

[ to be honest, the main reason he's still standing is he's got most of his weight on Tristan and through him, the wall.

as soon as Tristan gives him permission to stop he ends up wobbling and quietly slipping down to his knees, pulling his fingers out as he goes. he's still breathless and unsteady enough that he leans his forehead against Tristan's lower thigh, using the contact as an anchor. ]

[He uses the wall to keep himself propped up, fingers still tangled in Kaito's hair, petting it and looking down at him in hazy lust.]

[ sighs quietly and leans into the petting, tilting his head back to look at Tristan. his eyes are just gold now, but still dark and interested— he blinks slowly at Tristan, and then deliberately lowers his gaze to his cock and licks his lips thoughtfully ]

[He looks down at Kaito, tracing his face scar with a finger, breathing heavy and slow, and I mean his cock is right there and definitely hard. And the idea of Kaito on his knees with his lips around it--yeah that makes it twitch.]

Go on.

[ hums quietly at the tracing, eyes fluttering half shut. he grins shamelessly at that reaction, though, pleased and predatory, and sits up on his knees so he can curl one hand around Tristan's erection and suck the head into his mouth ]

[Hisses quietly, appreciative. His fingers tangling back in Kaito's hair, not guiding him or anything just... Holding on. Letting Kaito do what he wants right now, just. Thoroughly enjoying it.]

[ as he should. Kaito's apparently had enough time to fully embrace his oral fixation objective— he's good with his mouth, and attentive to how Tristan reacts to what he's doing, and entirely determined to take this small scrap of control and use it to take Tristan apart. the way he maps out every inch of skin with his tongue is nearly obsessive. ]

[Tristan is reactive. Naturally so but enhanced with the haze of just, not thinking about anything right now. The aphrodisiac making everything more intense, the echos of their bond, and when it comes right down to it, with Kaito's skill at this. It's just incredibly good. He moans and shivers, nails biting into Kaito's scalp as his legs tremble with the effort of keeping him up and he whines and gasps Kaito's name, giving clear indication to everything Kaito does right.]

[ he makes a soft, indulgently pleased noise at the sound of his name, and shifts to palm Tristan's ass, get his legs over Kaito's shoulders so he's taking the weight of him with no effort at all.

the new position makes it a lot easier to take him in deep and swallow around him, too ]

[Well fuck it, fine. He leaves his weight to Kaito and the wall, fingers tight in Kaito's hair and breath coming short and heavy with low noises between his teeth. He squirms, not too much because that's really not conducive to blowjobs, but sometimes Kaito just... Does a thing and his whole body convulses a bit or his legs tighten or jerk, just twitches and reactions to the heat and pressure of Kaito's mouth and he has no intention of trying to hold out long at this rate, he doesn't have any intentions at all, his mind is a bit blank.]

[ it probably doesn't help that every time he gets one of those convulsive reactions he repeats whatever action caused it, usually with a pleased hum— he's more than happy to use the vibrations of his voice to his advantage, and his strength to keep Tristan from writhing out of his grip or his mouth at the results.

good as that is, though, Tristan did ask to be fucked, and although he hadn't technically called off the break he hadn't cancelled that order, either. and on top of that... well, it suits Kaito's sense of humor to follow through in a way other than expected.

thankfully, with where his hands are positioned, it's laughably easy to take most of Tristan's weight on one arm so that he curl the fingers of his other hand around to start fingering him again ]

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