Yako Katsuragi (itaidakimasu) wrote in harmony_fics, @ 2010-07-26 10:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: shana, drabble, sebastian michaelis, yako katsuragi |
I used to think you were a bad boy
WHO: Yako and Sebastian
WHAT: Caught between her old demon boss and her...demon. Really, Murphy? Really?
WHEN: post-Harmony
WHERE: Yako's old detective agency office
WARNING: Vague mentions of sex? Nothing really explicit though
If Yako is going to be completely honest, she really should have expected something like this. Things had been going far too well for her for far too long. Sure, there had been the occasional misfortune, but most were more or less in the annoying, pebble-in-her-shoe variety. But she had foolishly forgotten the immortal words of the poor, often-cursed Murphy.
Her delight at everything currently overwhelming her--being back in Japan for the first time in two years, seeing Godai and Kanae and Sasazuka and her mother again, Neuro appearing in the old, deserted office she had visited on a whim--is promptly balanced out by one simple question posed in a dangerously jovial tone of voice that makes her shudder and die inside just the tiniest bit.
"Yako," Neuro inquires, and the sweet expression and use of her name tell her that she is unfathomably deep in it. "Why is it that you positively reek of a demon?"
A corner of her mind seems to be of the opinion that this would be the opportune moment to have a stroke. Common Sense and Survival Instinct concur, but sadly, her overall resilience nixes any hope in that department.
Yako contemplates kicking off this incredibly awkward conversation she doesn't want to have with, 'Well, when a demon and a human love each other very much...' but decides against it, as she is rather fond of having fully functional kneecaps. And an esophagus.
Sebastian Michaelis had been, among various other things, one Hell of a first love.
Poised, kind and unfailingly polite, he was the very epitome of a proper gentleman. As he was a butler, she imagined this trait to be indispensable. He was refined in a way that belonged in a different era, though it was many months before she realized just how correct that was. Her heart had melted into a puddle and become his totally the first time he played the violin for her.
Finding out how gifted he was in the kitchen had just been the icing on the cake. Yako couldn't ignore it; she was inescapably in love with him, and he seemed to have no small amount of affection for her as well. They had kissed at a party, before they truly entered into their relationship, and it had sent fire racing down her spine. They had revisited the action quite thoroughly once legitimately together.
Sebastian was an excellent tutor, more than making up for her fumbling inexperience. He even went so far as to call it 'charming', and that he was honored to be her first lover. She had blushed and stammered and nearly tripped down a staircase at that label, and all that it implied. But really, when she thought about it, it was the only word that truly fit him. 'Boyfriend' was far too informal and innocent, even if they hadn't moved past kissing. He was passionate and reminded her of something dark, sinuous and predatory.
And she soon found out how right she was, on all fronts.
It just showed how insanely head over heels for him she was that her first reaction to the revelation of his demon heritage was that she simply 'should have guessed'. She had lovingly traced over his hands, stripped bare of the soft gloves that usually concealed them. The black nails (not monstrous talons, like Neuro's), the pale, clear skin on the inside of his wrists, even the odd seals upon the backs (Neuro had never branded her nor been branded, but then again he held no interest in her soul).
After her acceptance of him--every bit of him--her returning to her apartment had seemed very anticlimactic. She was in love with a monster, and things simply returned to their normal grind.
For a time, at least.
Some time later, she had been with some girls at school, fooling around with sharpies and face paint before a pep-rally. On a whim, she had popped the top off of the until-then untouched black and hiked her shirt up. Instead of the exuberant 'GO LIONS' commonly scrawled across the other girls' hands, she had painstakingly recreated the seal just above her navel, trying not to jerk back reflexively from the cool, wet felt.
Her friends hadn't seen, and she had all but forgotten the odd gesture in favor of screaming out her school spirit. Then she had gone back to her apartment, pleasantly surprised to find Sebastian there. Things had heated up between them easily, and everything seemed normal until he slipped a hand underneath her shirt and froze. His hand was exactly overlapping the makeshift temporary tattoo. Face void of expression, he had pushed up her shirt and carefully inspected the area. Then he had looked up at her, eyes positively smoldering.
She hadn't been able to make it to the football game that night. Or school, Monday.
She could definitely understand what all the hype was about succubi and incubi, if they were half as good as Sebastian was in bed. It was probably a little wrong, since she was barely seventeen and he was...well...
He was robbing the cradle so horribly that not even a special circle of Hell devoted to the care and raising of particularly colicky and spiteful toddlers with vicious little teeth and sadistic, nudist tendencies would be punishment enough. And frankly, as both a demon and a male, he didn't seem to give a damn.
And wrong or right, she was more than okay with that.
The sharpy ink had taken a long, long time to fade, but the sensation of the pattern it had once outlined seemed to be permanently burned into the flesh there. That's what she got though, Sebastian had explained smugly as he nipped over the sensitive area, for branding herself as his. She hadn't consciously intended to do that she admitted, but quite honestly couldn't bring herself to regret it at all.
And as her lover stepped up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, smirking deviously at the mystery-eater glaring deviously at him, she still can't.
"Well," Sebastian purrs, lazily drawing circles over her hip. "You see, when a demon thoroughly wants and corrupts a human..."
Even when he's being insufferably demonic.