Gintama: Kinks
Title: Kinks
Author: Reston
Summary: Hijikata hates it when Okita screws around on the job.
Warnings: Innuendo. Okita being inappropriate.
The girl is dressed in a black leather corset and thigh-high fishnets, hands bound behind her back. There’s a black ball gag in her mouth, a studded collar around her neck. Her ankles are roped apart and to the wall.
Her eyes practically lit up when Okita walked in.
Okita’s expression is equally speculative. He’s beginning to drift in bondage-girl’s direction when Hijikata grabs him by the arm.
“Not now,” he mutters, propelling Okita towards tamer territory. They’re on the clock, clearing the premises for some government bigwig’s unusual idea of fun, and between the chains and the moaning and the appallingly strong smells of overexcitement and leather, Hijikata’s this close to commandeering Okita’s bazooka now and covering up later.
Goddamn idiots. Like the Shinsengumi doesn’t have anything better to do than mess around in BDSM clubs.
Okita pouts like a child. “I wasn’t going to do anything, Hijikata-san,” he protests.
Hijikata doesn’t even bother to reply. From the distance, there’s the crack of a whip and the sound of human voices barking. Hijikata decides to delegate the task of exploring that particular dimly lit passageway to Yamazaki and begins to walk in the opposite direction, Okita in tow.
“It’s just that I happened to see the way her arms were tied on our way in-”
Hijikata briefly closes his eyes.
“-and I think it’s a variation on the double-butterfly trussing loop, but I’m not really sure, plus the double-butterflies have been out of fashion for at least three months-”
Hijikata pats down his pockets. Where the hell are his cigarettes?
“-and I believe it would facilitate friendly relations with the locals if I went over to, ah, investigate. Permission to investigate, Hijikata-san?”
“Denied,” snaps Hijikata. He shoves Okita through the club until Okita is standing just in front of the back door. “Stay.” Hopefully, Okita can’t cause any fresh scandals while on guard duty. Hijikata doesn’t want a repeat of the blender incident.
Okita’s expression is a seamless mixture of irreproachable virtue and affronted dignity. Okita’s had a lot of practice. “The vice-commander of the Shinsengumi shouldn’t be so scared of facing the unknown. Where’s your sense of curiosity?”
“Nowhere near this scene,” mutters Hijikata, lighting a cigarette in the shadow of his cupped hands. For heaven’s sake. Barking.
Okita’s eyebrows rise in astonishment. “What was that, Hijikata-san?” he says. “You’ve tried the bondage scene before and didn’t like it?”
Hijikata twitches so violently that his flame goes out. “Sougo….”
“Well, that’s all right, Hijikata-san. Everyone knows that the first time is always the most intimidating. I’m sure that you’ll be much less uptight the next time you decide to give it a try.”
“Sougo.” The growl this time is pure threat, but Okita just pats Hijikata on the back, undeterred.
“Oh, don’t be like that, Hijikata-san. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We’re old friends!”
“Sougo, if you don't shut up right now-”
“After all, proper submission is an acquired skill.”
Hijikata throws him out of the club.
500 words.
Author: Reston
Summary: Hijikata hates it when Okita screws around on the job.
Warnings: Innuendo. Okita being inappropriate.
The girl is dressed in a black leather corset and thigh-high fishnets, hands bound behind her back. There’s a black ball gag in her mouth, a studded collar around her neck. Her ankles are roped apart and to the wall.
Her eyes practically lit up when Okita walked in.
Okita’s expression is equally speculative. He’s beginning to drift in bondage-girl’s direction when Hijikata grabs him by the arm.
“Not now,” he mutters, propelling Okita towards tamer territory. They’re on the clock, clearing the premises for some government bigwig’s unusual idea of fun, and between the chains and the moaning and the appallingly strong smells of overexcitement and leather, Hijikata’s this close to commandeering Okita’s bazooka now and covering up later.
Goddamn idiots. Like the Shinsengumi doesn’t have anything better to do than mess around in BDSM clubs.
Okita pouts like a child. “I wasn’t going to do anything, Hijikata-san,” he protests.
Hijikata doesn’t even bother to reply. From the distance, there’s the crack of a whip and the sound of human voices barking. Hijikata decides to delegate the task of exploring that particular dimly lit passageway to Yamazaki and begins to walk in the opposite direction, Okita in tow.
“It’s just that I happened to see the way her arms were tied on our way in-”
Hijikata briefly closes his eyes.
“-and I think it’s a variation on the double-butterfly trussing loop, but I’m not really sure, plus the double-butterflies have been out of fashion for at least three months-”
Hijikata pats down his pockets. Where the hell are his cigarettes?
“-and I believe it would facilitate friendly relations with the locals if I went over to, ah, investigate. Permission to investigate, Hijikata-san?”
“Denied,” snaps Hijikata. He shoves Okita through the club until Okita is standing just in front of the back door. “Stay.” Hopefully, Okita can’t cause any fresh scandals while on guard duty. Hijikata doesn’t want a repeat of the blender incident.
Okita’s expression is a seamless mixture of irreproachable virtue and affronted dignity. Okita’s had a lot of practice. “The vice-commander of the Shinsengumi shouldn’t be so scared of facing the unknown. Where’s your sense of curiosity?”
“Nowhere near this scene,” mutters Hijikata, lighting a cigarette in the shadow of his cupped hands. For heaven’s sake. Barking.
Okita’s eyebrows rise in astonishment. “What was that, Hijikata-san?” he says. “You’ve tried the bondage scene before and didn’t like it?”
Hijikata twitches so violently that his flame goes out. “Sougo….”
“Well, that’s all right, Hijikata-san. Everyone knows that the first time is always the most intimidating. I’m sure that you’ll be much less uptight the next time you decide to give it a try.”
“Sougo.” The growl this time is pure threat, but Okita just pats Hijikata on the back, undeterred.
“Oh, don’t be like that, Hijikata-san. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We’re old friends!”
“Sougo, if you don't shut up right now-”
“After all, proper submission is an acquired skill.”
Hijikata throws him out of the club.
500 words.