Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 02:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | fujimiya ran, naoe nagi, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] Etchings
Title: Etchings
Rating: NC-17 for Violence
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing or POV: Nagi/Aya
Written for: beloved_voices
Special Note: I feel like hell today. I've been wanting to snarl and bitch at people all day, and it's finally culminated in this bit of nastiness. Those who don't like angst and violence, stay away.
He'd studied for two years before he felt comfortable with bodies, and then another six months before he felt that his powers could properly manipulate the people he captured. Brad liked that, loved the level of control he'd gained over his abilities. The explanation the man gave for nearly sending him into insanity was noted, though Nagi never quite forgave him for it.
After a while, he grew sick of Farfarello and Schuldig's insinuations that he was the weakest, that his little-boy image was something more than a mask he used to ensure those around him underestimated him. Annoying insinuations, and in the crowd he lived with, weakness meant death. He wasn't ready to die.
Thirty months of study, another twelve to gain control of his newer abilities. Eighteen more before his patience wore thin and he rounded on them, demanding answers. What would it take for them to believe him strong? What would they believe?
The answer: blood.
He bore Schuldig's smirking countenance and Farfarello's serene appraisal another six months before he settled on the prey he'd use to prove to them. Three more months to set the trap, and when it sprang, he had a kitten, a stoic, blank-faced assassin who refused to look at Nagi as he paced back and forth before the restrained body.
"You're beautiful, you know," he said conversationally, his voice nearly monotone as he stalked back and forth. No answer, but he'd never expected one. He paced closer, peering down at the table as the chains around Aya's hands and feet tightened, drawing him out. It wasn't a rack, but it may as well have been, and Aya could feel his joints beginning to scream before Nagi let the chains go, keeping them tight without making them damaging. "I don't actually need the chains, you know. My control is nearly perfect now. You won't escape it."
He purred the words, pouring inflection into them, dark and dripping with menace. That earned him a shiver, and Nagi smirked, withdrawing a slender, matte-black blade. It was barely as long as his finger, but Nagi didn't need length... just precision. A flick of his mind and Aya's shirt slipped off, revealing a heaving chest.
"What do you intend to do to me?" Aya demanded, voice satin danger. Nagi smirked again, splaying his hand over the left breast and feeling the pounding heart beneath.
"I intend to claim you, Abyssinian," Nagi said, eyes gleaming with something not entirely human. "Perhaps, if you're lucky, I'll kill you afterward. If you're good." Aya looked away at that, face set in blank determination. Nagi's powers reached out, drawing the eyes back to him as he repeated softly, "Perhaps."
And then, clamping down on Aya's body, stilling the trembling and silencing Aya's voice with gentle pressure to his voice box, Nagi began.