FIC: DOGS/DEADMAN WONDERLAND - (the mythology of us)
Title: (the mythology of us)
Fandom: DOGS/Deadman Wonderland
Rating: R to NC-17.
Pairing: Genkaku/Badou.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine but the hideous sure is!
Feedback: PLEASE SEE ABOVE RE; "HIDEOUS"
Notes: For reneges, from gargleblasted RP. Prompt set ganked from 1sentence, comm rules completely botched as usual. A sort of companion to reneges' set, war song.
#01 - Motion
From the very first moment, he’s a life-sucker, a black hole pullingpulling at the concisely drawn lines and colour-coded characters making up Badou’s reality [forcing it all into still-life dullness].
#02 - Cool
Sprawled like a dead body on the couch, Badou idly watches Genkaku yank on those tightblack pants [and has no idea why the hell he can’t ever escape these motherfucking leather-bitch fetishists].
#03 - Young
The Undergrounder’s legs tantalize him from the get-go [so long and thin and just begging to be wrapped around a - most preferably, if a humble Super Monk could make such requests, yes he does think that’d be acceptable - his waist].
However, when he sees them bare, tantalization so easily becomes enthrallment [captivation found in the scabsbruises on knees and shins that belong to a boy of much younger eye(s)].
#04 - Last
As to who’ll be left standing at the end, spattered in entrails and breathing in harsh, indistinguishable breaths of reliefregret; it’s mostly I’d kill you to give you salvation and You’ll die a saint of lost causes and Forget theology this is the most inappropriate erection I’ve ever had.
#05 - Wrong
He comes back to him as a faithful nightmare, viscera wreathing his hair [a crown of squishy thorns]. There is nothing but sincerity in Genkaku’s sleepless eyes when he ascertains, an octave low, “They won’t hurt you anymore.”
Badou feels tight claustrophobia pressing snug against his ribs at the statement [if this is romance he needs to fucking get out more].
#06 - Gentle
They’re not quite fucking yet, pushing and biting at eachother in a drunken take-it-or-leave manner, when Badou twines his knobby finger around the thin string protruding from a hasty stitch across Genkaku’s side [and when he wraps it right and rips, splits patchwork flesh back in two, Genkaku moans like a prayer - then they start fucking without a doubt].
#07 - One
Teeth snap and chatter in Badou’s mouth as if his jaw is made of nothing but elastic bands and clockwork, viciously sinking canines into the invasive pink of Genkaku’s tongue instantly. Their saliva quickly turns dark and red [Genkaku only thinks, lover, I’ve got so much more blood to lose to you.]
#08 - Thousand
Yeah, he’s heard a thousand birds screaming the last of their feathery little lives out to him - but all of those shrill tweety-chirps combined don’t warm his spine more than the warning growl of his newfound fox.
#09 - King
Badou’s made a fortress of cigarette butts and madness and trip-wire around himself; unfortunately for him, that’s exactly kind of place Genkaku considers a palace.
#10 - Learn
With the patient eye of a scholar - the very same one which he normally clouds with weed and bloodlust - he memorizes each sharp angle and steep concave [all the while his lower-strata fixation pulls against the binding rosaries and curses him black and blue and dead all over].
#11 - Blur
Too many voids are blurring into one gaping hole of this ain’t how the cycle goes, Wise Bird, I think you made a wrong turn at the last Cold Naraka. Then, he meets Badou [and their darknesses flow into one another and make a beautiful black sea to drown in].
#12 - Wait
He’d locked the door, but he still isn’t surprised when Genkaku forces it open anyway. “I’m fuckin’ in here,” he rasps, Captain fucking Obvious and this tub is his vessel of Self-Evident. “Fuck you, I gotta shit,” the monk replies just as obviously, pulling up robes while pulling down trousers and Badou can’t remember the last time he had a goddamned bath to himself.
#13 - Change
It’s a bit like watching tennis. That is, if tennis were played with explosives, suspended over a shark tank, in the pitch dark [all lit fuses, blind lurches, and gently smiling jaws, yeah, that sounds about right].
#14 - Command
Contrary to popular belief [religious rockstars were often subjected to widespread public speculation - take Buddha or Jesus or Jimi Hendrix, for example] Genkaku could have self-control. There were times, after all, when such a thing was needed; tuning a guitar, torturing prisoners, hunting down foxes… these were things that had to be done with some dignity, yeah?
#15 - Hold
He peppers the protruding bones of Badou’s nape with cute, butterfly kisses as he wraps his arms so lovingly around that thin chest - right before he rolls his entire weight onto Badou, squashing him into stiff, torn-up sheets.
“Good morning,” purrs Genkaku cheerfully, licking his ear. “Huuuuhhhnfoo,” gasps Badou, whose lungs have just been rendered flat as paper.
#16 - Need
Cold Indian take-out food is hardly pomegranate seeds from the underworld - it’s still so bemusing that it has largely the same effect.
#17 - Vision
“Monks are just a little precognitive, y’know,” the other drawls at him often enough, which makes Badou wonder what exactly Genkaku sees before them [he guesses deep chasms and unforgiving winds, by the fiercely stubborn way the older man digs his fingers into his skin].
#18 - Attention
“FUCK, FUCK, MY FUCKING WRIST, WHAT THE FUCK,” Badou is shrieking, holding the twisted bones to his chest. “You looked lonely,” Genkaku explains patiently [although really, he just wanted the attention].
#19 - Soul
Badou’s stoned when he says “We” instead of “I,” but that doesn’t keep Genkaku from relishing it.
[--Besides, he’s stoned too, so it cancels out, yeah?]
#20 - Picture
Genkaku loves his little family - him and me, and the V makes three! They’re just so complimentary; his baby’s blacksteel neck, such a dark beauty, and Badou a necrophiliac’s wet dream with that corpse-pale skin [Honey I’m home did you feed the addictions today?].
#21 - Fool
The scorn falls from Badou’s mouth jagged and threatening as the cut-out letters of a ransom note, each snap of cold rejection a Dear Super Monk, it’s 12 pm, have you been heartfucked today? (No) Love (Ever), Badou.
[If those are the only valentines his fox is giving out, well, a smitten fool like Genkaku can’t help but accept.]
#22 - Mad
He hates being forced to ride him mostly because if obsession is a sexually transmitted disease, he’s sure Genkaku’s deep enough to push the infection into places he can’t reach to claw it out again.
#23 - Child
They were younger and stupider at one time, the both of them, but they weren’t ever innocents [not with scripture-dry hands grasping motionless juvenile limbs or untied sneakers stained with blood but never too sodden to walk on].
#24 - Now
Genkaku hasn’t touched his tilaka in weeks. Badou pretends not to notice.
#25 - Shadow
With the bright sky above him he trembles, and after only half an hour of the sun he stumbles to the dust and vomits onto his own knees. All prison gentleman, Genkaku shifts over him [and no, it’s not the deep cold his skin aches for, but the shade is enough to make his lips crook at the corners].
#26 - Goodbye
Greetings and farewells have no place within the static; there’s only syncing frequencies and jarring disconnection [and such a distaste acquired for tedious segues].
#27 - Hide
It’s startling for him to realize that the clandestine darkroom-fucks, the cryptic bullshit notes, the secret late-night-movie-dates, aren’t being done out of necessity; they’re doing it, he figures out now, because lies are much more fun.
#28 - Fortune
Keep living stingy - he’d never seen the point in investing, in accumulating anything at all [until Genkaku accepted his poor man’s excess, until he was shown true wealth].
#29 - Safe
The shelter he’s found is dangerous and muggy with cabin fever, yes, but it’s better than being out in the cold of mistranslation.
#30 - Ghost
The electricorange ends of hair don’t flutter to the ground, too heavy and tangled for such a graceful descent. Genkaku hacks inexpertly at the knots while Badou leans on the sink in front of him, sucking on a shared roll-up.
“You should cut all this womanly shit off,” grunts the taller man, leaning over Badou’s shoulder for a toke. Badou holds the spliff up to his lips complacently [thinking of short, scruffy hair the same shade as his, all matted down with blood]. “No. I’m keepin’ it long.”
#31 - Book
Their mythology [slivers and snakes, foxes and fixes] is both their means and their ends.
#32 - Eye
He wants it. He wants it so bad it’s all he can do sometimes not to knock the eurostray over and rip the straps off with his fucking teeth and bathe the scar he’s only beheld in his imagination in saliva until it’s nice and wet and then pluck the beautiful dead eye out and keep it and take care of it and once such an intimate a part of Badou belongs to him the rest would have to follow-
-fuck, he needs to jack off. [Didn’t he used to have bitches for this?]
#33 - Never
Jade beads with skulls and worn, black elastic bands are worn for different reasons, to be sure [but the binds wrappingwinding tightly around are equally inescapable].
#34 - Sing
He plays that fucking song once and only once, less out of exclusive VIP showmanship and more out of pure loathing [but he still plucks it out nightly on the strings of Badou’s neck, his spinal cord, each time failing to dig fatally into the flesh to retrieve the melody from bone marrow].
#35 - Sudden
Oh, thinks Genkaku wondrously, for the first time watching his fox’s rabies reach a foaming head, oh, Kannon-sama smiles over me.
#37 - Time
These are the facts; Badou has a concussion, a broken leg, and a mouth that tastes like grow he’s too broke to afford. He sits up in the hospital bed, using his issued lunch to attempt and map out last night’s events [the murder weapon is the spork, Badou is the knife, Genkaku is the blue gelatin].
#38 - Wash
He’s sure [not somewhat certain but sure-as-shit sure] that Genkaku picked a fight only so when Badou busted open his whoreson mouth, he could watch the rain dilute the blood into shining, watery tendrils.
#39 - Torn
It is difficult to play poker with Badou, as he cheats. It is difficult to play poker with Genkaku, as he also cheats.
That said, when the two play poker together, it’s mainly an exercise in futility [much like Badou’s angry squawk of We ain’t playin’ strip poker you dicklicking asshole get off’a me fuck you FUCK OFF when Genkaku gets frustrated with the shitty hand he dealt himself].
#40 - History
Exactly as the mirror shows his face split in thirds by dark straps, Badou sees his life in three stark segments.
There is before Dave fell, there is after Dave fell, and there is now [and now, now is Genkaku].
#41 - Power
Badou’s strength lies in seeking; Genkaku’s lies in being found.
#42 - Bother
When Heine asks in that flatline tone if it’s a game of gay chicken the monk and he are playing, Badou says “It’s more like gay inverted Russian roulette” and then can’t be bothered to explain himself further [thank Christ Heine doesn’t actually care].
#43 - God
There’s an empty-carton ache he carries for the old Church - unrelated to gospel, entirely for the unforgiving wooden pews [firewood, Genkaku would say with certainty, and dig his fingers into burningbright hair].
#44 - Wall
It’s not like he has a fucking collage. It’s just one or two photos, all crumpled up and jammed in the bottom of a cardboard box [taken not for memory-making but for vindication].
#45 - Naked
The difference is so small and difficult to catch between lazy drags of nicotine, he misses it entirely for a while there. However [however!], he has made Badou his holy book to read again and again and soon enough he catches it - the way thin lips stay minutely parted between words when he’s speaking with a French tongue rather than an English one [aha!].
This tiny, lagging gap, so insignificant in size but significant, is too alluring to be exposed, so he never says a word [funny how the dark slit resembles a sliver].
#46 - Drive
The cliché they mockingly share is babydoll I don’t care who drives as long as we get there. The reality is a fucking car crash, brutal and battering collision, legs pinned up wide under the wreckage [safety belts? Shit, they didn’t even come with the damn car].
#47 - Harm
The moments that are most sharp [not in recall, in edges] are not the ones that end in shared blood or sticky come or ashen, hateful spit. No - the razors slice deepest within his chest when it’s quiet and bare [when Badou’s elbows and breath are brushing his skin in the softest of ways].
#48 - Precious
It’s disgusting that a homosuicidal manic should have the exact same slope to his nose as the happiest little Who in Whoville.
#49 - Hunger
Although he’s quickly become sick of the moon-pull, of the lurching magnetism, of the goddamned bang bang I shot you down promises - the pains of slow starvation are so much more unbearable [rawlive meat is the only kind suitable for beasts].
#50 - Believe
For once, he does.
Fandom: DOGS/Deadman Wonderland
Rating: R to NC-17.
Pairing: Genkaku/Badou.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine but the hideous sure is!
Feedback: PLEASE SEE ABOVE RE; "HIDEOUS"
Notes: For reneges, from gargleblasted RP. Prompt set ganked from 1sentence, comm rules completely botched as usual. A sort of companion to reneges' set, war song.
#01 - Motion
From the very first moment, he’s a life-sucker, a black hole pullingpulling at the concisely drawn lines and colour-coded characters making up Badou’s reality [forcing it all into still-life dullness].
#02 - Cool
Sprawled like a dead body on the couch, Badou idly watches Genkaku yank on those tightblack pants [and has no idea why the hell he can’t ever escape these motherfucking leather-bitch fetishists].
#03 - Young
The Undergrounder’s legs tantalize him from the get-go [so long and thin and just begging to be wrapped around a - most preferably, if a humble Super Monk could make such requests, yes he does think that’d be acceptable - his waist].
However, when he sees them bare, tantalization so easily becomes enthrallment [captivation found in the scabsbruises on knees and shins that belong to a boy of much younger eye(s)].
#04 - Last
As to who’ll be left standing at the end, spattered in entrails and breathing in harsh, indistinguishable breaths of reliefregret; it’s mostly I’d kill you to give you salvation and You’ll die a saint of lost causes and Forget theology this is the most inappropriate erection I’ve ever had.
#05 - Wrong
He comes back to him as a faithful nightmare, viscera wreathing his hair [a crown of squishy thorns]. There is nothing but sincerity in Genkaku’s sleepless eyes when he ascertains, an octave low, “They won’t hurt you anymore.”
Badou feels tight claustrophobia pressing snug against his ribs at the statement [if this is romance he needs to fucking get out more].
#06 - Gentle
They’re not quite fucking yet, pushing and biting at eachother in a drunken take-it-or-leave manner, when Badou twines his knobby finger around the thin string protruding from a hasty stitch across Genkaku’s side [and when he wraps it right and rips, splits patchwork flesh back in two, Genkaku moans like a prayer - then they start fucking without a doubt].
#07 - One
Teeth snap and chatter in Badou’s mouth as if his jaw is made of nothing but elastic bands and clockwork, viciously sinking canines into the invasive pink of Genkaku’s tongue instantly. Their saliva quickly turns dark and red [Genkaku only thinks, lover, I’ve got so much more blood to lose to you.]
#08 - Thousand
Yeah, he’s heard a thousand birds screaming the last of their feathery little lives out to him - but all of those shrill tweety-chirps combined don’t warm his spine more than the warning growl of his newfound fox.
#09 - King
Badou’s made a fortress of cigarette butts and madness and trip-wire around himself; unfortunately for him, that’s exactly kind of place Genkaku considers a palace.
#10 - Learn
With the patient eye of a scholar - the very same one which he normally clouds with weed and bloodlust - he memorizes each sharp angle and steep concave [all the while his lower-strata fixation pulls against the binding rosaries and curses him black and blue and dead all over].
#11 - Blur
Too many voids are blurring into one gaping hole of this ain’t how the cycle goes, Wise Bird, I think you made a wrong turn at the last Cold Naraka. Then, he meets Badou [and their darknesses flow into one another and make a beautiful black sea to drown in].
#12 - Wait
He’d locked the door, but he still isn’t surprised when Genkaku forces it open anyway. “I’m fuckin’ in here,” he rasps, Captain fucking Obvious and this tub is his vessel of Self-Evident. “Fuck you, I gotta shit,” the monk replies just as obviously, pulling up robes while pulling down trousers and Badou can’t remember the last time he had a goddamned bath to himself.
#13 - Change
It’s a bit like watching tennis. That is, if tennis were played with explosives, suspended over a shark tank, in the pitch dark [all lit fuses, blind lurches, and gently smiling jaws, yeah, that sounds about right].
#14 - Command
Contrary to popular belief [religious rockstars were often subjected to widespread public speculation - take Buddha or Jesus or Jimi Hendrix, for example] Genkaku could have self-control. There were times, after all, when such a thing was needed; tuning a guitar, torturing prisoners, hunting down foxes… these were things that had to be done with some dignity, yeah?
#15 - Hold
He peppers the protruding bones of Badou’s nape with cute, butterfly kisses as he wraps his arms so lovingly around that thin chest - right before he rolls his entire weight onto Badou, squashing him into stiff, torn-up sheets.
“Good morning,” purrs Genkaku cheerfully, licking his ear. “Huuuuhhhnfoo,” gasps Badou, whose lungs have just been rendered flat as paper.
#16 - Need
Cold Indian take-out food is hardly pomegranate seeds from the underworld - it’s still so bemusing that it has largely the same effect.
#17 - Vision
“Monks are just a little precognitive, y’know,” the other drawls at him often enough, which makes Badou wonder what exactly Genkaku sees before them [he guesses deep chasms and unforgiving winds, by the fiercely stubborn way the older man digs his fingers into his skin].
#18 - Attention
“FUCK, FUCK, MY FUCKING WRIST, WHAT THE FUCK,” Badou is shrieking, holding the twisted bones to his chest. “You looked lonely,” Genkaku explains patiently [although really, he just wanted the attention].
#19 - Soul
Badou’s stoned when he says “We” instead of “I,” but that doesn’t keep Genkaku from relishing it.
[--Besides, he’s stoned too, so it cancels out, yeah?]
#20 - Picture
Genkaku loves his little family - him and me, and the V makes three! They’re just so complimentary; his baby’s blacksteel neck, such a dark beauty, and Badou a necrophiliac’s wet dream with that corpse-pale skin [Honey I’m home did you feed the addictions today?].
#21 - Fool
The scorn falls from Badou’s mouth jagged and threatening as the cut-out letters of a ransom note, each snap of cold rejection a Dear Super Monk, it’s 12 pm, have you been heartfucked today? (No) Love (Ever), Badou.
[If those are the only valentines his fox is giving out, well, a smitten fool like Genkaku can’t help but accept.]
#22 - Mad
He hates being forced to ride him mostly because if obsession is a sexually transmitted disease, he’s sure Genkaku’s deep enough to push the infection into places he can’t reach to claw it out again.
#23 - Child
They were younger and stupider at one time, the both of them, but they weren’t ever innocents [not with scripture-dry hands grasping motionless juvenile limbs or untied sneakers stained with blood but never too sodden to walk on].
#24 - Now
Genkaku hasn’t touched his tilaka in weeks. Badou pretends not to notice.
#25 - Shadow
With the bright sky above him he trembles, and after only half an hour of the sun he stumbles to the dust and vomits onto his own knees. All prison gentleman, Genkaku shifts over him [and no, it’s not the deep cold his skin aches for, but the shade is enough to make his lips crook at the corners].
#26 - Goodbye
Greetings and farewells have no place within the static; there’s only syncing frequencies and jarring disconnection [and such a distaste acquired for tedious segues].
#27 - Hide
It’s startling for him to realize that the clandestine darkroom-fucks, the cryptic bullshit notes, the secret late-night-movie-dates, aren’t being done out of necessity; they’re doing it, he figures out now, because lies are much more fun.
#28 - Fortune
Keep living stingy - he’d never seen the point in investing, in accumulating anything at all [until Genkaku accepted his poor man’s excess, until he was shown true wealth].
#29 - Safe
The shelter he’s found is dangerous and muggy with cabin fever, yes, but it’s better than being out in the cold of mistranslation.
#30 - Ghost
The electricorange ends of hair don’t flutter to the ground, too heavy and tangled for such a graceful descent. Genkaku hacks inexpertly at the knots while Badou leans on the sink in front of him, sucking on a shared roll-up.
“You should cut all this womanly shit off,” grunts the taller man, leaning over Badou’s shoulder for a toke. Badou holds the spliff up to his lips complacently [thinking of short, scruffy hair the same shade as his, all matted down with blood]. “No. I’m keepin’ it long.”
#31 - Book
Their mythology [slivers and snakes, foxes and fixes] is both their means and their ends.
#32 - Eye
He wants it. He wants it so bad it’s all he can do sometimes not to knock the eurostray over and rip the straps off with his fucking teeth and bathe the scar he’s only beheld in his imagination in saliva until it’s nice and wet and then pluck the beautiful dead eye out and keep it and take care of it and once such an intimate a part of Badou belongs to him the rest would have to follow-
-fuck, he needs to jack off. [Didn’t he used to have bitches for this?]
#33 - Never
Jade beads with skulls and worn, black elastic bands are worn for different reasons, to be sure [but the binds wrappingwinding tightly around are equally inescapable].
#34 - Sing
He plays that fucking song once and only once, less out of exclusive VIP showmanship and more out of pure loathing [but he still plucks it out nightly on the strings of Badou’s neck, his spinal cord, each time failing to dig fatally into the flesh to retrieve the melody from bone marrow].
#35 - Sudden
Oh, thinks Genkaku wondrously, for the first time watching his fox’s rabies reach a foaming head, oh, Kannon-sama smiles over me.
#37 - Time
These are the facts; Badou has a concussion, a broken leg, and a mouth that tastes like grow he’s too broke to afford. He sits up in the hospital bed, using his issued lunch to attempt and map out last night’s events [the murder weapon is the spork, Badou is the knife, Genkaku is the blue gelatin].
#38 - Wash
He’s sure [not somewhat certain but sure-as-shit sure] that Genkaku picked a fight only so when Badou busted open his whoreson mouth, he could watch the rain dilute the blood into shining, watery tendrils.
#39 - Torn
It is difficult to play poker with Badou, as he cheats. It is difficult to play poker with Genkaku, as he also cheats.
That said, when the two play poker together, it’s mainly an exercise in futility [much like Badou’s angry squawk of We ain’t playin’ strip poker you dicklicking asshole get off’a me fuck you FUCK OFF when Genkaku gets frustrated with the shitty hand he dealt himself].
#40 - History
Exactly as the mirror shows his face split in thirds by dark straps, Badou sees his life in three stark segments.
There is before Dave fell, there is after Dave fell, and there is now [and now, now is Genkaku].
#41 - Power
Badou’s strength lies in seeking; Genkaku’s lies in being found.
#42 - Bother
When Heine asks in that flatline tone if it’s a game of gay chicken the monk and he are playing, Badou says “It’s more like gay inverted Russian roulette” and then can’t be bothered to explain himself further [thank Christ Heine doesn’t actually care].
#43 - God
There’s an empty-carton ache he carries for the old Church - unrelated to gospel, entirely for the unforgiving wooden pews [firewood, Genkaku would say with certainty, and dig his fingers into burningbright hair].
#44 - Wall
It’s not like he has a fucking collage. It’s just one or two photos, all crumpled up and jammed in the bottom of a cardboard box [taken not for memory-making but for vindication].
#45 - Naked
The difference is so small and difficult to catch between lazy drags of nicotine, he misses it entirely for a while there. However [however!], he has made Badou his holy book to read again and again and soon enough he catches it - the way thin lips stay minutely parted between words when he’s speaking with a French tongue rather than an English one [aha!].
This tiny, lagging gap, so insignificant in size but significant, is too alluring to be exposed, so he never says a word [funny how the dark slit resembles a sliver].
#46 - Drive
The cliché they mockingly share is babydoll I don’t care who drives as long as we get there. The reality is a fucking car crash, brutal and battering collision, legs pinned up wide under the wreckage [safety belts? Shit, they didn’t even come with the damn car].
#47 - Harm
The moments that are most sharp [not in recall, in edges] are not the ones that end in shared blood or sticky come or ashen, hateful spit. No - the razors slice deepest within his chest when it’s quiet and bare [when Badou’s elbows and breath are brushing his skin in the softest of ways].
#48 - Precious
It’s disgusting that a homosuicidal manic should have the exact same slope to his nose as the happiest little Who in Whoville.
#49 - Hunger
Although he’s quickly become sick of the moon-pull, of the lurching magnetism, of the goddamned bang bang I shot you down promises - the pains of slow starvation are so much more unbearable [rawlive meat is the only kind suitable for beasts].
#50 - Believe
For once, he does.