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kinkfestTitle: The Flavor of Red
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fantomfox
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, sex, blood etc
Word count: 934
Summary: Neuro has no interest in normal humans, but abnormal ones is a different matter. What better way to flavor a mystery?
A/N: June 02 - Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Sai: shapeshifting during sex - knowing in the biblical sense
It was all just meaningless chatter. Slave #1 had been rambling on for some time now, gradually growing agitated. To say it was uninteresting would have been a waste of breath.
“Neuro, are you even listening to me?” She fumed. A normal human reaction to stress and frustration. So boring.
“Not at all.”
More chatter. A higher pitch of the voice. Flailing of arms. Stomping. Ah, now she’s leaving. --! But ah! What’s this? Back so soon? No… not quite.
“Neuro, listen to me—”
Already standing, Neuro grabbed Yako by the wrist. “Pill bugs don’t demand my attention. Slaves should just do as they are told.” It was easy to throw this small body against the wall, to twist the neck 360 degrees, to pin it to the ceiling and let it dangle. But for a more interesting situation, something different was called for.
Neuro could crush the small hand in his grip. He could shatter the hip on a whim and not feel the slightest bit of sympathy. But to pass up an opportunity like this…?
“What are you doing?! I thought you had no interest in humans, demon!” There was a strange fire in Yako’s usually dull and hungry eyes.
“If you mean humans who are slaves, who are pill bugs, who are amoeba, then yes. I have no interest. But that is not what I am facing now, is it, Kaitou Sai?”
The face changed in an instant. Every cell seemed to shimmer with the transformation. X smiled almost miserably, but he made no attempt to remove himself from Neuro’s grasp. “Again, I cannot fool you.”
Neuro tightened his hold. He knew that the bones would heal as the cells rewrote themselves. There was no caution needed in this situation, for he knew as much of his opponent as X knew himself. “Your intent is too easy to read. Murderous but curious. But I think you are not quite serious of your motive tonight, even if you were caught so easily and are disappointed. I wonder why that is.”
X didn’t fight back, didn’t flinch, even as bone shattered under the demon’s gloved fingers. “Your intent seems to be quite clear, as well.”
“Then I shall cut to the chase. It seems that one primary driving factor in crimes that lead to a certain flavor of mystery is something that I have yet to experience in a way that will help lead to a resolution of these mysteries. The amoeba has even less knowledge of this matter; therefore I am forced to learn of it firsthand.” Neuro lowered his head to stare directly into eyes that shifted slightly in color. “No normal human interests me, and I assume we would gain at least a little knowledge of what lies, or what could potentially lie, inside of you. It should be mutually beneficial while delaying our final conflict by a mere few hours.”
“You strike a peculiar deal. But I would discover much more about you than you would of me. If that is fine with you, I would learn much about my enemy as well as myself, so this could be okay.”
Neuro’s grin was a wave of teeth that took over his face. “Shall we begin?”
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Evening blurred into midnight.
Blood dripped from a corner of the desk and smeared in ragged handprints across the flat surface. Bile and other fluids stained the wood, the floor, and every piece of paper in the vicinity. Even small bits of bone littered the floor from the times when X’s injured wrist would wrench past its limit.
Even now, dark blood seeped from wounds on Neuro’s face and back. His real hand exposed clenched into a shoulder as it shifted from large and masculine to sleek and feminine. Blood oozed from these injuries as flesh altered around the impalement. Sometimes the body beneath him matched the parts the demon connected to, and at other times not. X was many things, and not the least of which was “creative”.
The most evil smile would form on Neuro’s face when, in a voice that wavered with the many forms the body took, X would call out the name of the one who consumed him. It was such a pitiful existence where Neuro had nothing appropriate to call this human in return. This human, who had the ability to accommodate nearly anything that a demon’s mind could imagine. It seemed unfair to call this one by the name the mentally deficient human media gave him. Perhaps by refraining, the question of “name” as it fits with the “identity” would become a more pressing matter in this mystery. What a happy side effect of the experiment!
In his excitement, Neuro released something of a “demon tool” he had been concealing. It was the last restraint in protecting this human and his precious mystery. X cried out in pain and in pleasure as fresh bright blood spattered their bodies. With more of Neuro’s true form revealed, their efforts redoubled.
As X did not lack in creativity, so too did he not lack in stamina. As midnight turned into pre-dawn, only then did they tire of each other.
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“Neuro! What happened in here?! And why is there BLOOD on the CEILING?! …oh god, I hope that’s blood….”
Dozing on the couch, Neuro ignored the slave’s loud rantings. They had learned much, he and X. Perhaps not what he had originally set out to learn, but the mystery surrounding that human being had certainly taken on a new aroma. It made Neuro’s mouth water just thinking about it.
Author:
fantomfoxRating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, sex, blood etc
Word count: 934
Summary: Neuro has no interest in normal humans, but abnormal ones is a different matter. What better way to flavor a mystery?
A/N: June 02 - Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Sai: shapeshifting during sex - knowing in the biblical sense
It was all just meaningless chatter. Slave #1 had been rambling on for some time now, gradually growing agitated. To say it was uninteresting would have been a waste of breath.
“Neuro, are you even listening to me?” She fumed. A normal human reaction to stress and frustration. So boring.
“Not at all.”
More chatter. A higher pitch of the voice. Flailing of arms. Stomping. Ah, now she’s leaving. --! But ah! What’s this? Back so soon? No… not quite.
“Neuro, listen to me—”
Already standing, Neuro grabbed Yako by the wrist. “Pill bugs don’t demand my attention. Slaves should just do as they are told.” It was easy to throw this small body against the wall, to twist the neck 360 degrees, to pin it to the ceiling and let it dangle. But for a more interesting situation, something different was called for.
Neuro could crush the small hand in his grip. He could shatter the hip on a whim and not feel the slightest bit of sympathy. But to pass up an opportunity like this…?
“What are you doing?! I thought you had no interest in humans, demon!” There was a strange fire in Yako’s usually dull and hungry eyes.
“If you mean humans who are slaves, who are pill bugs, who are amoeba, then yes. I have no interest. But that is not what I am facing now, is it, Kaitou Sai?”
The face changed in an instant. Every cell seemed to shimmer with the transformation. X smiled almost miserably, but he made no attempt to remove himself from Neuro’s grasp. “Again, I cannot fool you.”
Neuro tightened his hold. He knew that the bones would heal as the cells rewrote themselves. There was no caution needed in this situation, for he knew as much of his opponent as X knew himself. “Your intent is too easy to read. Murderous but curious. But I think you are not quite serious of your motive tonight, even if you were caught so easily and are disappointed. I wonder why that is.”
X didn’t fight back, didn’t flinch, even as bone shattered under the demon’s gloved fingers. “Your intent seems to be quite clear, as well.”
“Then I shall cut to the chase. It seems that one primary driving factor in crimes that lead to a certain flavor of mystery is something that I have yet to experience in a way that will help lead to a resolution of these mysteries. The amoeba has even less knowledge of this matter; therefore I am forced to learn of it firsthand.” Neuro lowered his head to stare directly into eyes that shifted slightly in color. “No normal human interests me, and I assume we would gain at least a little knowledge of what lies, or what could potentially lie, inside of you. It should be mutually beneficial while delaying our final conflict by a mere few hours.”
“You strike a peculiar deal. But I would discover much more about you than you would of me. If that is fine with you, I would learn much about my enemy as well as myself, so this could be okay.”
Neuro’s grin was a wave of teeth that took over his face. “Shall we begin?”
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Evening blurred into midnight.
Blood dripped from a corner of the desk and smeared in ragged handprints across the flat surface. Bile and other fluids stained the wood, the floor, and every piece of paper in the vicinity. Even small bits of bone littered the floor from the times when X’s injured wrist would wrench past its limit.
Even now, dark blood seeped from wounds on Neuro’s face and back. His real hand exposed clenched into a shoulder as it shifted from large and masculine to sleek and feminine. Blood oozed from these injuries as flesh altered around the impalement. Sometimes the body beneath him matched the parts the demon connected to, and at other times not. X was many things, and not the least of which was “creative”.
The most evil smile would form on Neuro’s face when, in a voice that wavered with the many forms the body took, X would call out the name of the one who consumed him. It was such a pitiful existence where Neuro had nothing appropriate to call this human in return. This human, who had the ability to accommodate nearly anything that a demon’s mind could imagine. It seemed unfair to call this one by the name the mentally deficient human media gave him. Perhaps by refraining, the question of “name” as it fits with the “identity” would become a more pressing matter in this mystery. What a happy side effect of the experiment!
In his excitement, Neuro released something of a “demon tool” he had been concealing. It was the last restraint in protecting this human and his precious mystery. X cried out in pain and in pleasure as fresh bright blood spattered their bodies. With more of Neuro’s true form revealed, their efforts redoubled.
As X did not lack in creativity, so too did he not lack in stamina. As midnight turned into pre-dawn, only then did they tire of each other.
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“Neuro! What happened in here?! And why is there BLOOD on the CEILING?! …oh god, I hope that’s blood….”
Dozing on the couch, Neuro ignored the slave’s loud rantings. They had learned much, he and X. Perhaps not what he had originally set out to learn, but the mystery surrounding that human being had certainly taken on a new aroma. It made Neuro’s mouth water just thinking about it.
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