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Visitation, Majin Tantei Nougami Nuero (Neuro/Yako)
Title: Visitation
Author: shiegra
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 687
Prompt: Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro - Neuro/Yako - Shower sex/bath tub sex - "I can't play?"



There was blood on her face.

Yako lifted her hand to one cheek and stared at it in bemusement, then scrubbed at it with one hand, sleeve folded over the fingers. The specks were mostly dried; she stripped off the sweater, hastily, with another thought, peeling away the cumbersome and ripped material.

Skirt, socks, bra—also bloody and torn, god knows how—and stood in her also bloodstained panties, examining herself briefly in the mirror.

Bruises along her ribs, relatively mild for the impact she should have suffered. Neuro had saved her, she supposed, in the convoluted way he could said to save anyone. Certainly without his arm she would have been driven into the concrete hard enough to snap her ribs like eggshells.

Other than the bruises, she was practically unscathed. She tossed her hair clips onto the counter, stripped off her panties, and stepped into the shower stall, twisting the handle and watching the first streams of hot water trail pink down her legs.

The gunfight had surprised her; she'd gotten blood splashed on her, a little bit of Neuro's and a lot of the shooters'. The conclusion to that one had been particularly gory. The man containing the puzzle had nearly escaped and Neuro had gotten impatient with the mercenaries. She was really happy to have been far enough away that all she had to deal with was bloody clothes, and not any more solid bits. She'd scraped something unidentified off of her shoes, but she was absolutely refusing to think about that.

She turned the nozzle away from the glass door and slid it open a little, reaching for the soap she'd forgotten on the counter. If she could finish up quickly enough, then she'd--

Neuro's face, grinning that eerie sharp-toothed grin, slid horizontally into view.

Her shriek split the air like a siren, making her glad her mother was out and hopeful that maybe her neighbors were out as well. Her back hit the wall and she threw the soap at him, a strike he easily bent out of the way of.

"What are you doing?" She hissed in a strained, piercing whisper.

"Yako, I'm bored." He announced peremptorily, swinging to the ground and continuing to grin at her.

"So? Get out!" She flung out an arm, glaring at him, and his expression slid into a pout of sincerely frightening innocence.

"I can't play?" He crooned in an ominously sweet tone, eyes flaring with electric color.

Yako glared furiously at him, hugging herself. "Don't be--"

She wasn't entirely sure how he managed it, possibly because she was left sputtering and choking when he hauled her forward through the spray of hot water, her heels skidding along tile until she collided squarely with his suited chest. He bent over her, hands sliding down her back and flexing idly into inhuman edges before relaxing into the mundanity of soft black gloves. Yako gasped in a sharp breath and shoved until she could squirm back just enough.

"I'm in the shower!" She told him indignantly, and he just cocked his head to the side and kept smiling, wide and sharp edged and disturbingly tinted with sadism.

This time when her back hit the wall she was crushed between it and the demon, and she grabbed his shoulders for support as her feet slid frantically, but his--hands, if you could call them that, they wouldn't stay human--curved under her thighs and pulled her up against him.

She'd been pulled along in his wake for nearly a year now; if nothing else, Yako had learned to adapt rapidly. But when he slid against her, body slick and transient and curiously stroking, she knotted a hand in the hair just above the sparking rattle-snake buzz of the strange little ornaments, and when he finally found a shape that suited him and slid inside, she arched into a sharp, shuddering spasm and pulled, her nails clawing at his neck.

He made a sound into the vulnerable hollow of her throat, a pleased, heavy and rasping purr, and she thought demons in exasperation before rational thought skipped town entirely.