[Fic] Under Watch
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. Inspired by various dramas. EXILE belongs to LDH.
Summary: Naoki is a psychotic criminal. Naoto is a police inspector who seeks his help to solve cases. Crime AU
Pairing: Naoki/Naoto (I think)
Rating: M
He sat on the solitary chair in front of him, eyes trained on the single occupant caged behind a special cell. The front was made of some kind of reinforced tough glass, with breathing holes.
Naoki's white-clad form reclined luxuriantly in his chair, before he got to his feet and paced towards the glass separating them. He reminded him of a prowling panther. As always, he seemed impossibly toned for a tall man cramped up all day in the cell. Maybe he worked out. He had always kept himself in good condition, with no ounce of visible flab anywhere.
Naoki's eyes gleamed when he caught sight of Naoto. With casual elegance, he leant on the glass of his cell, looking Naoto thoroughly up and down like he was some kind of dessert. Then again, in Naoki's twisted mind, he probably was.
Naoto stared evenly back.
"I like your outfit today." Naoki peered at him, lingering on his collar. "Brings out the colour of your eyes. You've always had excellent dress sense, Naoto."
"Hello Naoki-kun."
"You look as young as ever," said Naoki softly, tilting his head in a deceptively innocent manner. "It is hard to believe you're in fact older than me. Still, seeing your face is leagues better than seeing the old coots and old hags."
"You would prefer that, wouldn't you?"
Naoto could never forget the horror after reading his criminal records. Twenty young people, male and female, murdered by the then eighteen-year-old Naoki in cold blood. Kept inside the freezer compartment in a meat factory for three days before the bodies were found, each cleaned and dressed in white, a rose tucked into their hands and looking like they were all but sleeping.
One week later, he had turned himself in, weaponless, lips curled into such a cold smile the police officers on duty at that time had described it as "nightmare material for days".
Naoto never believed any teenager was capable of such a deed, until he saw that insane gleam in his eyes the first time they met, years after Naoki's arrest and six months after Naoto joined the Department of Investigations.
They were the eyes of a psychopath without remorse for his actions, that utter conviction and certainty.
But Naoki was extremely intelligent. The first time they talked ("Because you look young, and he likes young faces," said Akira with a sigh), Naoto was intrigued by his knowledge, perception and insight. He looked normal, almost bored at times, a crouched panther lazing around, disinterested in almost everything. Until Naoto had casually brought up a baffling case and received a reply which not only solved the case, but prevented further victims.
"Perhaps, perhaps not. I find myself wondering what makes some people look younger than their actual age, and what makes the rest look older than their age. But you, Naoto, you regress. Almost like Benjamin Button."
He breathed in deeply, shut his eyes, and sighed almost happily.
Naoto stilled himself. And exhaled.
"I want your help with a case."
A pleased smile slowly spread over Naoki's face. "Ah," he said, his voice a satisfied rumble. "Yes. Finally. It must be something if the plebeians sent you to me."
Leaning forward just a little, Naoto fixed a level stare. "There were two anonymous letters sent to us three days ago, a substitution cipher and a block cipher. We decoded them, and they gave us a puzzle with all our names and...and our positions. Why? What is the purpose?"
Idly, Naoki traced the glass with a slender finger. "Your mastermind seems to love games, doesn't he? He wants to test all of you. Perhaps to filter out the intelligent ones? Not worth a challenge now really, unless he sends more. The truly capable ones may not always be the one holding a higher position and paycheck. Such is the way of life."
"Why do you think it's a he?"
"Don't be stupid, you know I'm using a gender-neutral pronoun." He scoffed, rolling his eyes and pushing himself away. "Come back and update me. I wish to know your progress." He waved his hand in dismissal.
"What makes you think I'm coming back here?" Naoto asked.
"Because, if it's not anyone else, I'm not interested." Naoki lazily rolled his head to the side. "Takahiro was amusing, but he isn't around to entertain me anymore. Tell me, how is his sex life with Shokichi?"
"I don't think you're that interested in Takahiro-kun, let alone his sex life."
"Of course not. I'm more interested in yours." Naoki's eyes dipped shut. "Has anyone deflowered you, Naoto?" The way he enunciated his name sent unpleasant shivers down his spine.
"I-"
"No, I suppose not. Despite your size, I can tell you're a top. How rare, but unsurprising nonetheless." His nostrils momentarily widened. "Ah, I can smell the recent traces of perfume and cologne, see the light scratch marks on your wrists, covered by the long-sleeved shirt you wear. Signs that show you're not the one being held down but the other way round."
Naoto swallowed.
Naoki shuddered and rocked on his feet. "I have wondered, how would it feel like to be dominated by a smaller person? All these young people, such weaklings. Pampered brats. A waste of earth's resources. Even they who call themselves adults aren't any better. Cowards, the load of them. Not worth my time." He spat out with a hiss.
"Oh, Naoto, you're different. So, so different." A pleased smile. The sudden change in tone. Forehead pressed against the glass. "I see steel in you. Someone who knows what he's doing, even if he puts up a weak image in front of others."
There was no mistaking that hunger in his voice.
"Would you like to dominate me, Naoto? Do me all night long, make me scream?"
For a moment, it was as if the glass between them had disappeared. Naoto couldn't breathe, not with the flood of images suddenly invading his mind. How- what- why-
"I- I got to go." Abruptly, he stood up and nodded at the officer.
"It was a pleasure seeing you again, Naoto," Naoki murmured, waving languidly as he watched the retreating back of his current favourite playtoy.
Summary: Naoki is a psychotic criminal. Naoto is a police inspector who seeks his help to solve cases. Crime AU
Pairing: Naoki/Naoto (I think)
Rating: M
He sat on the solitary chair in front of him, eyes trained on the single occupant caged behind a special cell. The front was made of some kind of reinforced tough glass, with breathing holes.
Naoki's white-clad form reclined luxuriantly in his chair, before he got to his feet and paced towards the glass separating them. He reminded him of a prowling panther. As always, he seemed impossibly toned for a tall man cramped up all day in the cell. Maybe he worked out. He had always kept himself in good condition, with no ounce of visible flab anywhere.
Naoki's eyes gleamed when he caught sight of Naoto. With casual elegance, he leant on the glass of his cell, looking Naoto thoroughly up and down like he was some kind of dessert. Then again, in Naoki's twisted mind, he probably was.
Naoto stared evenly back.
"I like your outfit today." Naoki peered at him, lingering on his collar. "Brings out the colour of your eyes. You've always had excellent dress sense, Naoto."
"Hello Naoki-kun."
"You look as young as ever," said Naoki softly, tilting his head in a deceptively innocent manner. "It is hard to believe you're in fact older than me. Still, seeing your face is leagues better than seeing the old coots and old hags."
"You would prefer that, wouldn't you?"
Naoto could never forget the horror after reading his criminal records. Twenty young people, male and female, murdered by the then eighteen-year-old Naoki in cold blood. Kept inside the freezer compartment in a meat factory for three days before the bodies were found, each cleaned and dressed in white, a rose tucked into their hands and looking like they were all but sleeping.
One week later, he had turned himself in, weaponless, lips curled into such a cold smile the police officers on duty at that time had described it as "nightmare material for days".
Naoto never believed any teenager was capable of such a deed, until he saw that insane gleam in his eyes the first time they met, years after Naoki's arrest and six months after Naoto joined the Department of Investigations.
They were the eyes of a psychopath without remorse for his actions, that utter conviction and certainty.
But Naoki was extremely intelligent. The first time they talked ("Because you look young, and he likes young faces," said Akira with a sigh), Naoto was intrigued by his knowledge, perception and insight. He looked normal, almost bored at times, a crouched panther lazing around, disinterested in almost everything. Until Naoto had casually brought up a baffling case and received a reply which not only solved the case, but prevented further victims.
"Perhaps, perhaps not. I find myself wondering what makes some people look younger than their actual age, and what makes the rest look older than their age. But you, Naoto, you regress. Almost like Benjamin Button."
He breathed in deeply, shut his eyes, and sighed almost happily.
Naoto stilled himself. And exhaled.
"I want your help with a case."
A pleased smile slowly spread over Naoki's face. "Ah," he said, his voice a satisfied rumble. "Yes. Finally. It must be something if the plebeians sent you to me."
Leaning forward just a little, Naoto fixed a level stare. "There were two anonymous letters sent to us three days ago, a substitution cipher and a block cipher. We decoded them, and they gave us a puzzle with all our names and...and our positions. Why? What is the purpose?"
Idly, Naoki traced the glass with a slender finger. "Your mastermind seems to love games, doesn't he? He wants to test all of you. Perhaps to filter out the intelligent ones? Not worth a challenge now really, unless he sends more. The truly capable ones may not always be the one holding a higher position and paycheck. Such is the way of life."
"Why do you think it's a he?"
"Don't be stupid, you know I'm using a gender-neutral pronoun." He scoffed, rolling his eyes and pushing himself away. "Come back and update me. I wish to know your progress." He waved his hand in dismissal.
"What makes you think I'm coming back here?" Naoto asked.
"Because, if it's not anyone else, I'm not interested." Naoki lazily rolled his head to the side. "Takahiro was amusing, but he isn't around to entertain me anymore. Tell me, how is his sex life with Shokichi?"
"I don't think you're that interested in Takahiro-kun, let alone his sex life."
"Of course not. I'm more interested in yours." Naoki's eyes dipped shut. "Has anyone deflowered you, Naoto?" The way he enunciated his name sent unpleasant shivers down his spine.
"I-"
"No, I suppose not. Despite your size, I can tell you're a top. How rare, but unsurprising nonetheless." His nostrils momentarily widened. "Ah, I can smell the recent traces of perfume and cologne, see the light scratch marks on your wrists, covered by the long-sleeved shirt you wear. Signs that show you're not the one being held down but the other way round."
Naoto swallowed.
Naoki shuddered and rocked on his feet. "I have wondered, how would it feel like to be dominated by a smaller person? All these young people, such weaklings. Pampered brats. A waste of earth's resources. Even they who call themselves adults aren't any better. Cowards, the load of them. Not worth my time." He spat out with a hiss.
"Oh, Naoto, you're different. So, so different." A pleased smile. The sudden change in tone. Forehead pressed against the glass. "I see steel in you. Someone who knows what he's doing, even if he puts up a weak image in front of others."
There was no mistaking that hunger in his voice.
"Would you like to dominate me, Naoto? Do me all night long, make me scream?"
For a moment, it was as if the glass between them had disappeared. Naoto couldn't breathe, not with the flood of images suddenly invading his mind. How- what- why-
"I- I got to go." Abruptly, he stood up and nodded at the officer.
"It was a pleasure seeing you again, Naoto," Naoki murmured, waving languidly as he watched the retreating back of his current favourite playtoy.