TABOO - Part 3
Title: T∀BOO
Pairings: Akame, JinLizzy, KoKame
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Dark Fantasy, Smut
Beta: kyleeers
Warnings: Minor character death, icky sort of violence, and some kind of perverted smut (if that’s possible).
A/N: The third - and technically, last - part of this miniseries. I had fun writing this, even if it’s really murky and gloomy and all. So I hope you guys had fun reading as well even if I’ve effectively managed to mindfuck some people with the JinLizzy part TROLOLOL. Read through to the bottom to find a, uhh, little surprise? OKAY FINE THERE’S AN EPILOGUE. So be sure to get to that after reading Part 3, too. xD
Part 3
Inspired by the song Christmas Morning by Akanishi Jin
Third Taboo: Death Wish
Death Juncture; 3011
“How many did you have tonight?”
Coming into the house and pulling the door shut behind him, Joker talked with a lollipop stick stuck between his teeth. He asked offhandedly, as if he did not already know the answer. As he spoke, he punched in the code to engage the alarm. The little square keypad on the wall beeped and flashed green with his every press, and it beeped three times to indicate that the system was activated.
Joker was generally against hurting poor, innocent souls, but he had learned to make an exception for Kazu.
It was always - will always be - the case about the man.
He flicks the stick into a trashcan by Kazu’s old dresser just beside the door.
The two men lived in a small house, more like a room, with just a kitchen to one side, a bedroom on the other, and a toilet at the back. But their residence was far more technologically complex than any others around these blocks, thanks to Joker’s ingenious enhancements. The only thing that looked out of place in their cozy home was that dresser which was so important to Kazu.
“Just five,” the man answered from behind the thin metal divider which separated the kitchen, where Kazu was washing his hands, from the bedroom.
Soon, Kazu came into view, cracking his neck from side to side in a rather lethargic manner. He then lay down on the bed without changing into his night clothes. He looked drained, but he was always like that after hunting - looking tired but satisfied and, moreover, pleased with himself.
Upon turning the lights off, Joker proceeded to join Kazu in bed, not changing into bed clothes, too; just taking off his accessories and removing the bandana around his neck. It used to be just a fashion statement for Joker, as was all his other choices of clothing.
But after becoming Kazu’s companion - Joker liked to call himself Kazu’s keeper - the bandana came to serve another purpose: to hide the scars of bite marks on Joker’s neck.
“Five’s already a lot,” Joker reasoned with his partner, shifting in bed to face Kazu. He could see the lines on the smaller man’s face, traced by the dim light from the lamp on the bedside table. “Given the new system they’ve implemented on the district.”
He was referring to the new curfew appropriated in the area they lived in. The authorities had ruled that by the 26th hour, everyone should already be within their residences. This latest regulation was put into operation mainly because criminals were known to lurk in the streets between the 27th and the 30th hours.
Before this curfew, Kazu used to hunt at the 28th hour and come back at 31st, right before the sun came up.
It was not that sunlight would hurt him; just that he was never really a morning person.
“You make it sound like I’m such a monster,” Kazu replied affectionately, chuckling as he turned to face in the opposite direction.
You are a monster.
Joker checks up on Kazu periodically whenever Kazu goes out to hunt every other day, just to make sure he was not going overboard and killing and feeding off more than what was necessary. He wanted the vampire to live within reasonable means; the less people hurt, the better.
Because of this set-up Joker made for himself, it was only every other day - when Kazu is not out hunting - that he gets to do his job: the dirty task of ridding the streets of unlawful humans.
He owned a single firearm, but it was the most powerful gun that exists. Curiously, no one recognizes it. Even the authorities do not know about it. If anyone has heard of it, they believe it to be a legend from old, old times when the earth was not the hollowed mass of dirt that it was now - back when a tree was a common thing in the streets and not the item of a heavily guarded reservoir.
Joker put an arm over Kazu’s waist, and he felt the smaller man stiffen a bit, but after a few moments, Kazu snuggled closer to Joker, the former’s back against the latter’s chest.
Joker’s warmth was reassuring, Kazu thought as he felt himself slowly become rested. If there was anything he learned in life, it was that the future was truly anybody’s game, and he was never sure where he would end up next. Being with the gunman, however, gave him a sense of security, even if only fleeting. So far, this temporary thing has lasted for over a millennium.
Maybe it was true, too, that Kazu was ready to leave Joker in a heartbeat for a particular person, but as was due in their unnamed but enduring relationship, Kazu had learned to liberate himself from unfulfilled desires, pleasing himself instead with what he had here and now.
It seemed, too, that Joker had learned to put Kazu’s history behind him, even if they both knew that it would, one day inevitably catch up with them, wherever they were.
As much as Joker was not aware, he called the shots. Kazu was the last, great power of his kind; that was the prestige that his existence would never lose. And he needed Joker for various reasons, with safety being first on the list. But then, consorting with Joker to survive put the rest of Kazu’s kind beneath Joker… that man included.
To make the long story short, Kazu was afraid of Joker.
Joker did not know this, of course. For him, he was simply taking care of Kazu - with the most powerful weapon aimed at Kazu’s head all the while. For Joker, he rescued Kazu from peril in the hands of men whose sole mission in life was to eradicate ‘all forms of evil,’ as they liked to phrase their work. Joker had stumbled upon a once shaken and troubled deity, who told a chilling tale about fleeing his assailed castle some decades back.
Meeting Kazu had changed Joker’s life forever, and he remained steadfast to his unofficial duty of protecting him, even if Kazu had, at some point, divulged to him of his real quest.
The distress was not really over losing his treasures or the lavish life he used to live. There were two things Kazu sought:
The dragoon and a man.
Kazu was already almost asleep when Joker sat up again, resting his back against the headboard. He picked up his tablet from the bedside table and began reading, the light from the device rather blinding to Kazu’s eyes which had already adjusted to the dark. There were no more books or newspapers in this day and age. As always, Joker would read the news, and then move on to watching a show or two, and when that was over he would turn to reading a novel, usually erotic, which was his last activity before letting himself fall asleep, or move on to other activities.
Tonight, as Joker shifted from the daily news to a novel he had been reading for quite some time, he unwrapped a new lollipop and put it into his mouth. He had become fixated with the candy ever since smoking was banned in their area.
As he read and sucked on the candy, he started caressing Kazu’s back.
Kazu knew that when Joker did that, it meant he was getting turned on by whatever he was reading. For a few minutes, Kazu contemplated over ignoring it and saying he was already sleepy. As he did so, he stared at his metal cuff that read DEMON - VAMPIRE in green led, playing with it around his wrist. The tag had a tracker, so that the location of each and every last inhabitant was known to the authorities. It was made from some sort of strong metal that was discovered only some decades ago, and there was no means of breaking it and taking it off without the use of industrial equipment, which of course were in the possession of the authorities.
Even if one managed to take it off, it had a sensor that detected the owner’s pulse, and if that pulse grew too weak, the tag would explode. This was the means by which authorities kept track of who were still alive and who were gone - because they killed those who neared death, anyway.
Kazu briefly wondered if that man wore something like this… if he was alive at all.
With that thought, Kazu found that he was, in fact, not sleepy. The thought of that man kept his veins burning, his heart hammering, his desires flaming within him… But how would he survive if all he did was crave for one man?
Joker’s hand had come to rest on Kazu’s hip, gripping lightly, suggestively. Kazu sat up and faced Joker, and with this action, Joker set aside his tablet, looking at Kazu intently, as if thinking of what he wanted to do with the smaller man tonight.
Kazu stared back boldly, taking the lollipop out from Joker’s mouth. Never tearing his gaze away from Joker’s, Kazu put the candy against his lips and sucked on it in an obscene manner, flicking his tongue all over it, instantly making Joker hard. Joker leaned forward, darting his tongue out at the other side of the lollipop, deliberately brushing over Kazu’s upper lip, and Kazu smiled.
He pushed Joker to lie down on the bed and hovered over the gunman.
“I want you to touch yourself.”
Kazu then put the lollipop inside his mouth, making in-and-out motions with it, earning a deep groan from Joker. The man underneath already had one hand on his erection, palming through his own jeans, while his other hand affectionately combed through Kazu’s rather messy hair.
After some moments, Kazu finally discarded the candy, busying his mouth with Joker’s own instead, and at once, Joker’s eyes snapped shut, his hand shifting between them to stroke Kazu’s crotch and making the smaller man moan just as loudly into the kiss.
Joker soon found his hands pinned above his head, with Kazu toying a bit with his tag that said OFFENDER - VIGILANTE. He has always had this feeling that maybe Kazu was first drawn to him because of his rough and violent nature. He had never heard Kazu comment on his work, though, and as he felt Kazu kiss down his face, jaw line, and neck, he thought that maybe Kazu was better off not commenting on it after all.
Kazu’s lips lingered at his neck - as always - and as much as Joker was stimulated by such movements, he knew how dangerous it was to let Kazu take control.
So, with a grind of his hips, Joker sat up and maneuvered the two of them into their usual position: Kazu lying on the bed with Joker on top and up to speed. He returned the favor and kissed Kazu all over, carefully, teasingly undressing them both. He took Kazu’s shirt off, unbuttoning it with his hands but peeling it off the smaller man’s shoulders with his mouth, enjoying the view as Kazu shivered with delight, teeth grazing bare skin.
Taking their jeans off was never an easy task, especially since when they reach that part Joker always starts to feel the rush, but this time he managed, and this time his fingernails scratched lasciviously down Kazu’s heated skin. He always read it in Kazu’s eyes when the right time was, and that was the single cue he ever needed.
They had to have safety measures when having sex, because as much as Joker was a strong man, he was not immortal, and a wrong move from Kazu could endanger his life.
Joker had stopped aging when he acquired the dragoon; perhaps that was the curse of wielding the most powerful weapon on earth. He had to guard it for all his lifetime, and if he were to lose it, his life would end in an instant.
But then, even with the powers granted by owning the weapon, Kazu was innately still a stronger, more dangerous creature than Joker.
The mere locking of the chains to the bedposts made Kazu want to groan once more, as he felt the familiar coolness of the metal against his wrists. He knew too well the frustrations and pleasures that come after. The chains were a restraint in the sense that they kept Kazu from going over the edge.
After securing the shackles on Kazu, Joker settled himself in between Kazu’s legs and puts on a hasty show, lubing himself up and open for his catcher to see. Joker smirked. Kazu was a selfish, impatient lover, and if these chains were absent, he would already have done things that maybe he would regret afterwards.
Finishing his task, Joker leaned over Kazu once more, hushing the all too eager man. Because of the bondages, Kazu could only hiss in a combination of anguish and bliss as he felt Joker’s member penetrate his hole in a slow and agonizing manner that only Joker could ever manage, could ever dare to do, given Kazu’s demanding and seductive character.
The chains were a kink, too; they gave Joker control over Kazu, and Joker knew just which way to move, which tricks to perform, which strings to pull to make Kazu want more, so much that Kazu soon turned desperate for anything Joker had to give him, moaning and whimpering his appeals.
Joker started slow and tender, and then fell into a steady rhythm which Kazu readily danced to, letting himself be rocked gently by Joker’s gentle thrusts.
Joker can become selfish, too, and when he does, he has his way with Kazu. Often, Joker gave him a lot of pain along with the pleasure - slapping him hard, pulling at his hair, clawing at his skin - and it drove Kazu crazy.
He felt so human.
Soon, their bodies turned sweaty and slick, but both took no notice. Kissing passionately as they carried on, intermittently - masochistically - slowing down to prolong their sweet agony. Joker’s hands were resting on both sides of Kazu’s head, and the angle of his thrusts was just hitting Kame spot on.
“More… Koki… HARDER!” Kazu growled, straining against his metal bondages.
And who was Joker to say no to such a command? After all, it was more of an invitation to him, because he loved making Kazu scream like that…
Like a begging little whore who needed his master to fill him and use him over and over again.
“Unhhh… Koki - now… I need it now - ”
But the truth was that Kazu was no whore, and Joker was no master, because it was Joker who serves Kazu each time.
Tonight, like all the other nights in their history together, as they rode their climax at the same time, Joker lowered his neck, touching Kazu’s mouth, and Kazu bit into him, drinking his blood hungrily and yet carefully. It was another thing that always kept Joker at Kazu’s side; no matter how distant Kazu seemed at times, it never changed how he cared for Joker, even in his most intuitive moments.
During the first few nights, Kazu had been reckless, and it resulted in almost killing Joker. And then, they came to devise a plan for Kazu to still get what he wanted - what he needed - and at the same time pull off Joker’s safety.
Hence, the chains.
So, as always, Joker waited, and when he felt that Kazu had drunk as much blood as the gunman could give without endangering his life, and then he firmly pushed Kazu down on the bed, raising himself off from the smaller man’s mouth.
“Mmm…” Kazu sighed dreamily, pleased with his meal and still just coming down from the high of his orgasm.
“Was it good?” Joker asked in the same vague state, collapsing beside Kazu. The side of his neck hurt a bit, but it was nothing he was not used to.
“Of course… as always,” Kazu answered with closed eyes, barely awake as he felt Joker undo the chains on his wrists. A few more scuffling sounds from the other man and the room gradually went pitch black. After turning the night lamp off, Joker finally settled beside him and soon stilled.
Joker’s blood tasted wonderful, but he would never tell him how he was still craving for that man, for that man’s taste.
Because a millennium, two centuries, and three decades worth of time was apparently not long enough to make Kazu forget that scent, as if it put a curse on his whole being. And now, as Kazu felt the lull of sleep setting in, he vaguely thought to himself that, as bleak as it may seem, he always finds himself looking forward to the time when he would be able to enjoy that taste once more.
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Kazu woke up to soft but persistent knocking on the door some hours later. As he stirred from his sleep, he accidentally nudged Joker, who, from a combination of the noise and Kazu’s movements, woke up as well, turning the bedside lamp on and rubbing his eyes.
They were both still naked. Kazu checked the time; 29th hour - two full hours before the sun came up. Who could be knocking at their door at this hour, which was very well within the curfew?
Kazu did not voice this concern to Joker, who had already put on a pair of denim shorts and a shirt, anyway. Just to be sure, Kazu put clothes on as well and stood beside Joker as the gunman pulled the door open.
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AJ tries and fails to stifle a yawn.
He is crouched on a lonely corner of a street right behind the small house, which he has been watching for quite some time now, ‘visiting’ over and over and always standing here in his preferred corner. It was difficult to assess the structure’s facilities and defenses, mainly because it is, well, too small; the living quarters was built solely on fragmented technology, surplus metal, and a great deal of imagination. For that, AJ would have to hand the trophy over to Joker.
AJ zips his big white jacket up to his chin, because damn, it’s freezing out here. Calculating the date, AJ guesses it is roughly the time of the holidays from the old calendar. Judging from the cold, it might even be Christmas morning. Except that today, there is no Christmas anymore. There are not any real holidays left.
You get a holiday when you die.
That’s what it’s like now.
The world had evolved into a grotesque representation of its old self. ‘Representation,’ because now the world is hollow, and all existing law and order is merely make believe.
And AJ - and what he is about to do - is living proof of that.
AJ is in the same line of business as Joker. Well, sort of. Joker killed off street criminals in an attempt to make life better for those who had to use the streets. AJ killed off the 1% of the population who controlled what is left of the earth’s cache. One could say that AJ, compared to Joker, went after the bigger fish in the sea.
AJ raises his head and his eyes light up from behind his large and dark sunglasses as the light from the window of the small quarters dims slowly, until it was gone.
Finally, they’re done.
AJ gets up from his corner and walks to the back of the house, quite stiffly because of his long hours of waiting.
And finally, it’s show time.
He carefully lays out the small black tubes over the perimeter of the structure, cautiously so that the wires between them do not tug at each other. He had handcrafted enough of these babies to go around the house twice; now, that’s an offer Joker cannot refuse, he thinks to himself as he finishes setting up the explosives. He walks up to the front and only door of the house and stands there for a few minutes, going over the plan in his head.
True, he is still counting on his luck a great deal for this plan to work, but this act, this show, was a goddamn millennium in the making, and he simply will not wait any longer.
He brings out his gun - an ordinary one, nothing remarkable about it except that it ends human lives by shooting a bullet straight to the brain - and knocks on the door.
For a while there was no answer, and so AJ knocks again, and three times more, until finally, the door swings open, revealing two tousle-haired, still very drowsy men.
Just according to plan, there Joker stands to the left, groggy and defenseless. AJ wastes no time and raises his firearm, aiming it right in the center of the other man’s forehead. Joker might have become unbreakable, but he is still human, and you do not need any special sort of weapon to kill a human.
Gun still perfectly aimed at Joker’s forehead, AJ smirks and reaches a hand out to the man on the right.
Kazu swallows, the look on his face disbelieving. But, all the same and as AJ had accurately predicted, the man in question takes AJ’s hand - warm and soft and just like every detail about it that he could remember - and Kazu steps out into the freezing morning air, taking his place beside the man he has been waiting for all along.
Epilogue follows…
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At some point I began to imagine ‘Joker’ as Joker from Batman LOL but yeah, you guys know who the Joker in the fandom is. :D Comments are love~! And hey, go and read the Epilogue! xD
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