1 comments/ 3153 views/ 0 favorites Shinjuku Manner Center Ch. 01 By: Whitefire25 The Shinjuku Manner Center... the mental hospital you worked in. This place had some serious issues: Serial killers, suicidal girls with no body fat whatsoever, people who'd just stare at you all day, and a little bit of all three in combinations. And no one really helped them, at least... you didn't see any improvement. Especially not for one of your favorite patients... Beyond they said his name was. You liked that name, it was otherworldly, like him. His glossy brown eyes were wide yet slit, had a red shine to them when the light hit them, his long but not too long black hair, shone blue in the purest light. And red when in the sun. Though his skin was pale it had a tanned olive tone to it. He sat in an odd way and ate nothing but jam, they tried to starve him until he accepted other food, but you put your foot down at that, you told them that you'd pay for the damn jam if they needed you to. When they asked why, you told them that he wouldn't eat anything else anyway, why not just let him have it instead of starving him to death? Because he WOULD die. You'd just watched him from the monitors before then, but you already knew a lot about him. You had a fairly high IQ even if you denied that you were smarter than anyone else, you sort of were, but only when it came to words, and people. You could read people so fast it hurt your own eyes, haha. Beyond was crazy, not pretending to be crazy or mildly crazy, no he was out-and-out Psycho! But you still liked to watch him when he was thinking or speaking. You gave the patients privacy of course, but you watched them while they were outside their rooms, and the suicidal ones when they were in their rooms and upset. The Center as you liked to shorten it: had a nice looking exterior, the walls were painted green and blue, the insides were gold and crimson. You'd done this, you told them that if they couldn't upset the patients with certain colors, you'd find out which colors upset them. Red, gold, blue and green were the only ones that didn't upset anyone. So you'd had it painted, and they seemed to like it more than the whiteness. Or... well, so you imagined, since you... you know, couldn't read minds. Today, you get to take lunch to Beyond. Apparently his newest nurse was terrified of him. You smile to yourself as you walk down the hall with his jam in your apron. What's to be scared of? Sure he could kill you, but why get upset about that? Why think about what if? If he didn't kill you Great! If he did, well then you suppose he had a reason for doing that. Honestly you were a tad bit crazy yourself, but it's barely noticeable so you hadn't been found out yet. You stop at his padded cell, not so much for his protection as the people who went in, he couldn't break their skulls on the walls or floor this way. You open the first door, close it behind you, lock it, put the keys in the wall safe, open the next door, step in. He's sitting there, on his bed, staring off into space. You walk over and take a jar from your apron pocket, they'd gotten rubber or plastic jars now, seeing as Beyond liked to break them and go after someone with the glass. Like you couldn't have told them he'd do that. "Beyond, I have your jam." You stay where you are, halfway across the room. The only thing Beyond would get up for was jam, and you wanted him to come get it. He looks over at you, and gets up from the bed, standing on the bed from his odd sitting position and then stepping down off the bed. It was so fluid, the way he moved. He walks toward you, you're still standing against the wall halfway across the room. He grabs the jar with one hand, though you notice his other hand is hidden, his fingers fisted. "I hope you like it," You smile and he tilts his head at you, giving you that blank stare, but when he smiles at you, you know something is coming, but funnily enough, your hearts' sudden pounding has more to do with his smile than what the smile means. Suddenly you're up against the wall, a sliver of metal on your neck, he must've twisted it off something. His breath is fanning across your face, you think you can actually smell the strawberries. You look up into his eyes, like you've wanted to do for a while. His eyes darken in an odd way, and he presses the metal hard enough to draw a few drops of blood, someone checks on all the rooms once every ten minutes, they must have seen or are going to see soon. You don't change where you look or how you stand, you just gaze into those dangerous beautiful eyes. And then he's let you go, and stepped back, he steps forward again, dropping the metal, but the door bursts open. You're hustled out the door with two nurses on either side of you, obviously protecting you. But Beyond just watches you, and when you look back at him, he smiles. "Are you okay!?" You glance up from the floor, where you were looking when the nurse put the bandage on your neck. "Yeah I'm cool Chikita." You knew her name was Mexican, but she was not. Her name flowed nicely off your tongue though, so you liked it. "They said they sent you in to BEYOND!?" Everyone knew him here, he was the celebrity of the ward. You nod and she throws a hissy fit about you being their scapegoat or some other such nonsense. "Don't worry, if you don't want to, you can refuse to go back." "Oh, I'm going back." "WHAT!?" "He didn't hurt me, well... not really anyway, and he stopped before they even came in the door. I like being around Beyond, even if it's only through a monitor, he just seems to make me feel... I don't know, but it's a nice feeling." She's gaping at you now. "OH MY-" "Girls?" your supervisor comes in and you do the same song and dance. "But you don't have to go back" "But I want to. I'm not going to abandon him like every other nurse." They try to persuade you otherwise, but you wave them off, and when it's time to go home, you walk by the monitors and spot Beyond, walking around his room, eating the jam, before leaving. Your dreams are filled with him as usual. His face, the metal against your skin, in some dreams he slices a line across your collar bone and laps up the blood, he did that with the nurses sometimes. He held them down, cut them somewhere and then drank their blood. It's funny how it never made him sick. When you wake in the morning you decide to take a shower and use the strawberry scented shampoo instead of the apple scent. You'd have to ask Beyond if strawberry was the only flavor he liked, if not, you could get cherry or grape or apple flavored jam. When you get to work, you decide to start the day off with a bed check. You did this yourself, you'd volunteered for it, you always knew if someone was hiding something, you'd take it, and say nothing, tell them it was wrong with your eyes. They'd always look indifferent or guilty, depending on their mental state and what they'd hidden. The skinny girls hid slivers of something sharp, and laxatives, heaven only knows where they'd gotten them. The ones who'd stare would hoard feathers or rocks they'd picked up, you'd wash them and bring them back and hide them better, while they'd watch, an you could swear the little pebbles you found on your windowsill in your office were thank you's. You find a few sharp things and give the girls a hard glare, find some rocks and take them with you, you'd wash them later, and then you get to the high security ward. Now that you were his attending nurse, so to speak, you could decide what to do with him. You open up one door, and then slip inside, lock it up and open the other, just like before. You walk inside, he's sitting in the same spot, and then he glances over, expecting what, you don't know. You can see a little blood on his hand. He sometimes bit at his thumb until it bled and sucked on it. "Beyond, would like to go out into the game and TV area today?" You stay there, silently watching him as he thinks about this. He stops thinking and gets off the bed, walking over to stand in front of you. His blank stare is the only answer you'll be getting. "Okay, let's go then." Since he'd gotten up in the first place, he must want to go, if he didn't want to, he'd have blankly stared at you from the bed. You lead him out of his room, a hand on his arm so you could be sure not to lose him. Though he suddenly jerks his arm from your grasp and when you're about to turn, in the same second, he grabs your hand. You feel a strange fluttering in your fingertips, like electricity in the form of clouds or something. When you both walk in to the game area the nurses glance up for a moment before double-taking and gaping at you. You lead Beyond over to the windows, not open enough to fit through, and bullet-proof glass. He sits at one of the chairs there and you give him a jar of strawberry jam you'd had in your apron. He always uses his hands to eat it, he always licks them clean and then later when it's time for them to go back to their rooms, he'll take a shower, and all the jam will be gone from his hands and face. Funny though... when he's seen that you've sat down next to him, he offers the jar. Like he wanted to share with you. You smile, "I'll eat later, when we're done here, and I'm not as evolved as you are, I have to eat a lot more than jam." He goes back to eating it, you think maybe he might be sulking. "I appreciate the offer though, I know you don't really share it." The sulking aura around him is gone and you smile happily. Two hours later and you're reading a book, waiting for Beyond to make a move, waiting for him to be sick of sitting there and thinking. But apparently he's content to wait until room time. You sit there quietly and read, stealing glances at him every now and then, his pale olive skin seems to glow in the sunlight. You see him look over at you, and you realize you've been staring at him for over a minute. You look back down to your book, and he shifts in the periphery of your sight. When you glance at him from the corner of your eye, you nearly jump. He's got his top half turned towards you, and his entire front is nearly touching you as he stares at your face. His face is blank, with curiosity in his eyes. "Something wrong Beyond-?" You're cut off at the end of your sentence when he reaches up and touches your face. It's light and barely there, just a brush of a knuckle on your cheek, but it makes your face flare up in fire. And then that grin is back, the one he gave you yesterday. It makes him look crazed and bloodthirsty but... it was nice... "Room time!" The yell went up and Beyonds' face is blank again. He stands and you scramble to your feet. You walk with him, a hand on his arm until you get into the hallway, then he grabs your hand again and your face is hotter than before. You drop him off in his room and leave for the night. Your dreams are full of him again, his eyes staring at you from the darkness, his hands at your throat, his body luminescent. All different dreams that haunt you. When you awaken in the morning, you're making some coffee, since you're up a bit early, and your beeper starts going crazy. You call in, "What's wrong?" "You have to get down here! Beyond has one of the male nurses, he's bitten him and he's losing a lot of blood!" They needed his attending to do something because it was protocol. "Alright, tell him I'm coming." "The nurse is unconscious-" "Not the nurse, Beyond." You hang up before she can reply and rush out of the house, shutting off the coffeemaker and putting on your shoes. You drive quickly, even though you're only five minutes away, you make it in about three this morning. You run inside and there's a grouping of people down the high security hall, outside his room. You run over and push through, "Attending nurse, attempting to save a man's life here!" They back out of your way and you walk into the room. Beyond has a man on the floor, he's leaning over him, his lips red from the blood. And when he sees you, he grins in that manic way. "Beyond, you can't just take other people's blood." His grin melts away, "If you want it, you have to ask for it, otherwise it's not really sharing blood is it? And it has no meaning." He's staring blankly at you, you sigh and walk forward, the loud speakers squeak at you, "Don't go near him! Don't you remember what happened to the last attending?" You scoff and walk over, grabbing Beyonds' arm and pulling him up. "If you want blood, take mine," You stare him in the eyes, and that grin comes back. "Leave them be, okay? You can only take my blood." He looks into your eyes and his grin turns into a smirk. "Of course Mistress." He murmurs this with a voice so deep and husky you blink while a heat curls in your abdomen and flits up to your face. "What-" You start but then he's being tackled by hospital personnel and you're being shoved out of the room while they detain him. You can hear his manic laughter as you follow the nurses down the hall to the main office. "And you stopped him?" "Yes... why was he tackled? He wasn't even touching me, I had a hold of his arm but he was just talking to me-" "He SPOKE to you?" You blink at her and raise an eyebrow. "Yeah... he speaks... go figure..." She shakes her head, being your boss you couldn't call her an idiot but you sure wanted to right now. "You've been wanting Beyonds' case since you started here, and you never noticed that the only time he spoke was when he was speaking to himself in his room? And it was indecipherable." "So? The fact that he spoke means he CAN speak, and I guess he just never had anything to say before." She shakes her head at you again. "If you can get this kind of progress from him I'll make sure you're paged first no matter how bad he gets, I'd rather not have him sedated all the time." You nod and leave the room, heading back to Beyonds' room. He'd be asleep for about four hours but you'd check on him anyway. You walk in and see him, he's been placed on the bed and you sidle up next to him and sit down on the edge of the bed. You reach over and move some hair from his face, it was shaggy and long, but it was clean and soft. You watch him breathe for a moment, his long sleeved black shirt is probably stifling, you'd ask him if he'd like short sleeved shirts later. You get up and walk out, resolving to come back when he was due to wake up. Four hours later you've helped your clients all out of their rooms and into the cafeteria for lunch. You usually sent a tray in to the critical wing, but this time you wanted Beyond to have lunch with you. With everyone else, too. You walk in to see that he's walking around muttering to himself, and then he looks up to grin at you. "Mistress...?" You hear the tone of his voice and shiver a little. "Beyond, why are you calling me that?" His grin simply doesn't change. You sigh in disappointment, you'd hoped he'd talk some more. "Okay, it's lunch time and you're coming with me." He saunters over to you and looms over you with a leer. "Whatever you wish Mistress." Okay so coming from him the whole 'Mistress' thing was actually kind of... alluring. No! Bad girl bad! You lead him into the lunchroom, his hand holding onto yours. Everyone looks up and a few of them gape at you, but you just lead him through the line, making you a plate and handing him a jar of jam before sitting at a table. You eat silently for a while, "Beyond, that shirt looks so hot, wouldn't you like something with shorter sleeves?" He blinks at you, "I'm getting you some anyway, wear them or don't." He grins crazily again. "If you wish, Mistress." "Mistress? BDSM much?" Your 'friend' Chikita comes over and comments. "I know, but he seems to like calling me that, what are you doing over here, I thought you were sitting with your patients." "They can do without me for five minutes." She seems so sure about that and you unconsciously glare at her. "Oh don't give me that look, I know they're important to you, but for me, they're just other people, people with problems but still people." You sigh in aggravation and turn back to Beyond who is watching you, his hand in the jar and then it comes out and he sucks the jam from his fingers, his eyes never leaving your form. When lunch ends, you walk with Beyond to the rooms with showers, "I'm giving you ten minutes, be out before then or I'm sending someone in to get you." "I think I'd like it better if you came to get me Mistress." His eyes are lidded lazily and he smirks at you as he plays with his words. "Well, if I'm your 'Mistress'." You place emphasis on this word. "Then why should I bother myself with fetching you when I can have someone else do it?" You say this off hand and his smirk turns to a maniacal grin. He laughs as he enters the shower rooms. "Well reasoned Mistress." You wait for him and he comes out after about nine minutes. His shirt is gone though. You try very hard not to stare at his body, it's got burns on it. All over it. But it's still the most delectable chest you've ever seen. You can feel your face start to burn as you walk ahead of him, but you breathe deeply and push it back. "Beyond, why didn't you grab one of the extra shirts? Are you hot in here?" "Yes..." He trails off and when you glance back, you see he's trailing your body with his eyes. You turn back around and resolutely pretend to not notice. You let him into his room and as you turn to leave, he grabs your hand, so you turn back to him, just in time for his lips to graze your cheek. He stays still for a moment, taking in a deep breath, and then he's letting you go and you're walking out with warmth pulsing deep inside of you. You walk and breathe, walk and breathe, trying to take in the lingering scent that hovers about you. Even though you'd think he would smell like strawberry jam, he doesn't. He smells like blood, and sugar. Shinjuku Manner Center Ch. 02 You toss and turn in the night, your body overheating in your sleep. It was his damn fault! You wake up panting and curse as you get up and take a long hot shower. Fuck this was going to be a pain if he kept doing that. Yesterday when you'd left, he'd kissed you, so what right? Well you'd figure that, but for you it was like an actual kiss, because of who it came from. If he'd full on kissed you, you'd have jumped him right then and there, you wouldn't have been able to control yourself, because you spoke fluent Beyond. A kiss on the cheek was... like saying he really liked you, not like as in it could develop into love, like as in he probably thought you'd be fun to torture or kill. Drinking blood from you was like he was saying he enjoyed hurting you, either because he didn't like you or because he thought he'd like the sounds you made, and the way your blood would look. A full on kiss would mean different things depending on if it was forceful or gentle. Forceful would most likely mean he wanted you. Bad. Gentle would probably mean he was going to kill you or wanted to badly, and he was thinking about how sweet it would be. You could be wrong, but you doubted it. You step into the hot water, feeling the throbbing in your lower regions get worse at the sensation. You huff angrily and think about something else, think about... fire licks at your insides and you give up with a snort. You lie down in the hot spray and reach down to smooth your hand over your most sensitive spot. You gasp and start rubbing, your breathing speeding up and your thoughts racing. You think of him of course, who else would it be? You rub in circles and slowly push down. You arch unconsciously when your finger curls into your entrance. You slowly push in as you see him in your mind's eye, his body over yours, his hands where yours were. You start thrusting and you can feel the building energy begin to spike when you imagine him cutting you and lapping up the blood, you wanted that, oh damn did you want that. The shade that you'd imagined was worshipping your body with his tongue and you thrust faster, your stomach bunched in a coil, and then breaking. "Damn it." You pant. You can't believe you'd just done that. He was a patient, and it'd never happen, even if it did, you'd lose your job and he was crazy! He couldn't decide on whether to do that or not could he? Crazy meant you didn't know what was right or wrong, or know what you wanted. You sigh in dejection, this sucks. Why couldn't you like a normal guy? Damn him and his fuckable body and his dark eyes.... Damnit you needed to stop thinking about him. When you get to work, you decide to not see Beyond until you had to. It would help, you hoped. You walk in and see that the nurses are in a tizzy. "Can you believe it!? He just swung her around and kissed her!" You stop dead and narrow your eyes, "Gossiping is a disgusting habit you know." They all jump and start stuttering excuses while they scatter. You must've been caught on camera during one of the every-ten-minute checks. Damn it. You were right because your boss calls you in. Two hours later and you're warned off Beyonds' case. So you quit. Who needs them anyway? You lament that you can never see him again but you know that you couldn't work there without seeing him. And when they knocked you off his case, you acted like the reason you quit was because you were offended. And when you'd slammed the door shut and walked to the monitors to turn in your I.D. badge, you'd glanced up and seen him. He was muttering to air again and you sigh in disappointment that you couldn't have said goodbye. You drive home and get on your computer, you put your resume out to some other mental hospitals in the state. You could commute. You sit on your bed and start in surprise when your phone rings. For some reason it strikes you as panicked... funny isn't it? You answer it with a 'hello!' "Oh thank kami you're home! He's gone! We don't know how he got out!" Your blood runs cold as you recognize your boss's voice and you know without a doubt who she means. "How in the seven hells did he get out!? You incompetent arse!" There's a pause on the line, "Why are you angry with ME!?" "Because it's your job to take care of them! What about my girls!? What about my starers!? Are they okay OR DID HE GO ON A SPREE WHEN YOU WHERE HAVING FUCKING TEA!?" You slam the phone on the cradle and run out your apartment with your keys, you'd find him! But when you get downstairs and slam open the front door, taking a run outside- SLAM! You were suddenly against the brick wall with a hand at your throat and brown eyes staring into your own, a car flashes by and his eyes flash a familiar crimson. "Beyond..." You breathe this out in relief. "You left." You look closer at his face in the semi-darkness, his eyes are lost and angry all at the same time. "They weren't going to let me see you anymore, so I thought I shouldn't-" "Why?" His voice is vehement and insistent. "Come upstairs with me, okay? And it was because of that kiss you gave me you ass." You glare up at him and that grin is back. You take him up to your apartment, making sure no one sees you, and then you shut and lock the door. "Do you want some jam?" He glances up and his grin is still there, "Yes, Mistress." Ugh, again with the Mistress business. You needed to keep him away from your bed or you were gonna jump him. You sigh and try to work the kinks out of your neck as he rummages in your fridge, coming out with a jar of jam. You sit down at the kitchenette table and watch him for a while, he's staring right back at you so you figure he doesn't mind. As he eats you find your mind wandering to the dream you'd had that morning, oops. Okay no thinking about him period... except that he's sitting right in front of you... okay so no thinking bad thoughts about him, except that he's wearing a tight sleeveless shirt you'd requested he be given after work yesterday. It's black and formfitting. Damn it. You stare openly at him, unknowingly biting your lip and frowning. "Have I caused you trouble Mistress?" He's blank as he asks this, "Well, I could go to jail for harboring a serial killer, but other than that... no. I like seeing you." You drop your head to the table and wrap your arms around your head. You sigh, troubled. You almost jump into the air when he's wrapped around you from behind. You sit up and his lips are on your neck, his hands at your sides, "What are you doing Beyond?" Your voice is shaky and breathy, his is husky and low as he whispers in your ear, "Anything you want me to Mistress. And I know... " His hands are smoothing over the skin of your stomach, slowly moving up, "That you want me." His voice is crooning and his face is smirking as he asserts this. "Oh you know that do you?" He hm's and his tongue flicks against your pulse, he groans as you pull away from him, to stand facing him. "Don't touch me unless I give you permission." His grin is practically manic. "Of course Mistress." "What is it with this Mistress business anyway? You've never had this kind of fixation on anyone else in the wards, in fact you seem to hate the nurses." He licks his lips slowly, and you find yourself staring at them, and then you're huffing and walking away, to the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower, stay here!" He sits down on your couch and sends you that grin again. Damn it. He's getting under your skin, you needed to call the center and tell them to come and get him. Damn it, you didn't want him to go back to that awful place, the place where you'd never get to see him again. You were addicted, addicted to him. You sigh in exasperation and step out of the shower to get dressed and leave the bathroom. You see him on the couch, same place as before, as though he hadn't moved an inch. He glances up and smiles at you, making your heart pound. "You're a damn danger to women is what you are..." You mutter this under your breath, and walk into the kitchen to make yourself dinner, though at the smiling and somewhat smug look on his face, you think maybe he heard you. "What do you wish for me to do Mistress?" He's standing behind you as you rummage in the fridge, "Whatever you want, just don't leave and don't break anything. Why did you come HERE anyway? Freedom from that horrible place, and you come here?" "I came to find you." "Because...?" He simply gives you that same blank, dark look. You sigh in exasperation and brush past him, "You know that whole blank, I'm-crazy-and-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about, look? It's getting old, man." His grin is back and he's following you to the table, you make yourself a sandwich and sit down to eat it. You usually eat a lot of peanut butter, it's your favorite thing. "Beyond, why haven't you ever attacked me?" "I have." He raises an eyebrow. "No, you grabbed me and let me go, I wouldn't call that an attack." He grins eerily again. "Feeling neglected Mistress?" "You are one sick sick man." You say this as you shake your head in an amused manner. His grin is growing by the moment. "Thank you for noticing. You know the truly insane are often the most intelligent?" You cut him off there, "Yes I know. Apparently we only access up to 20 percent of our brains, and if we could access any more, it would overload us." You loved those little facts and tidbits about the brain. He nods happily, and you notice he hasn't sat in that odd way since he's been here. "Beyond, why aren't you sitting in that weird way you usually do? You know with your knees drawn up?" He tilts his head before answering. "It helps me to think, but I don't really need to think much with you." You raise an eyebrow, "Are you calling me stupid?" He grins and shakes his head, "If you were the one to up my number I would be very pleased Mistress. In fact you're the only one I will ever allow to kill me." You stop in your eating to stare at him in a confused way. "... you want me to kill you?" "If you want to, I would not fight you. But, otherwise, I am yours to do with as you will." You push away the pulse of heat that appears at his words. "Why?" He tilts his head and grins at you, not answering. You sigh in exasperation at this, "You're so complicated, and yet so crazy." "Thank you Mistress." His grin is self-satisfied now. You laugh a short bit at that. "So... I can tell you to do something... and you'll do it? No matter what?" Your tone is a bit curious, really, how far would he go? "Yes... anything..." His voice is dark as he murmurs this, his eyes on yours as he leans over the table to touch your hand, still lying on the tabletop. Your eyes are on his and you're falling into them, the darkness is alluring and comforting to you, you can feel yourself falling into the abyss of nothingness, and then there's a knocking on your door. You snap out of it and traipse to the door, turning to gesture Beyond to the bathroom. He looks and then nods, making his way to the door and shutting off the light so he could hide without closing the door. You walk over and open up the door to see your neighbor, Grey. He was nice and everything, but he creeped you out. You didn't know why, every other girl liked him, his name wasn't Grey, it was a nickname, his hair was grey you see? Even though he was only twenty-three. He'd been always trying to ask you out or something of the like. He never knew how to take no for an answer, but you never showed up to his self-appointed 'dates.' "Hey there, you know I was wondering..." He starts off quick like a shot, as usual. "Do you have any valentine's plans?" "No, and I'm not doing anything with you, sorry but I'm busy trying to find a new job." You try to shut the door but then his foot is in the door, and he's bursting through it, throwing you back. "I asked as a courtesy, you're such a fucking tease, you flirt with me every day and every day you act like I'm the stalker." He starts stalking towards you, only to be taken down as Beyond flies out of the bathroom. He's knocked to the floor and you can see he's been rendered unconscious. You pull on Beyond so he can't finish the job, and you're pulling hard, because he's got a look of manic glee in his eyes. "Beyond stop!" He freezes in your arms and you pull him up, leading him to the bed. You point to it, "You stay right here, and don't move until I get back, unless something bad happens, then you can fight or run, whatever, but no killing people I know!" He's grinning at you again. "As you wish Mistress." You're already running over and grabbing the guy, dragging him on your shoulders downstairs, you get the manager to come out with some banging on his door. When he opens up, ready to yell at you, you tell him you need his handcuffs, because your building manager? He was a cop. "Grey just attempted to rape me I think, I knocked him down and he hit his head pretty hard on the floor." The man snorts, "Ya shoulda slammed his head on the table and let him bleed." He mutters this disdainfully in an Irish accent., he never liked Grey much either, but he couldn't discriminate on a feeling so he had to let him in the building. You chuckle a little, and he grabs Grey from you, going inside and handcuffing him to the radiator and calling in to the PD. He comes back out to you, "You can go to bed now, I'll get your statement in the mornin' a'right sweetheart?" He was an old sweetie, and you smile at him in gratefulness. "Thank you!" You get up to your room and open the door, closing it behind you, turning to lean on it and sigh in relief. Suddenly you feel hands on your waist from behind and then Beyonds' head is on your shoulder, "Are you well Mistress?" His voice is a murmur again and you shiver as his breath puffs against your skin. "I'm fine, and I thought I told you not to touch me without permission." "I assumed you meant sexually." "You don't consider this a sexual touch?" You lean away from him to look at his face, he grins, "I was barely touching you Mistress, though I find it funny that you think it was sexual even though that was not my intention." His smile is somewhat smug. "Allow me to clear up the confusion, no breathing on me, no touching anywhere but my arm or shoulder, unless I say you can." You pout as you look at his crazy smile. "If you like Mistress." His arms are suddenly gone and you regret saying that, but you won't go back on it now... maybe later... you are in so much trouble. You sit on the couch watching TV with Beyond. His hands are on his lap, and from the way they seem to be grasping each other until he's white knuckled, and he keeps glancing at you, you know he really wants to touch you. You sigh in exasperation, "Alright then if it's bothering you so much, touch me if you want." He grins at you and then he's suddenly RIGHT beside you, his arms around you and his lips on your neck. You gasp in surprise because you'd just expected him to wrap his arms around you, not this. He was moving his lips over your pulse and his tongue flicks out to make you moan and you move your head so he can get to more of your skin. He grins against your neck and scrapes his teeth lightly against the skin. You arch when one of his hands brushes against your breast. He pauses and reaches up to cup it intentionally. You moan and his grin is smug. "Stop... being so... damn smug." You pant at him and his smile turns to one of craziness again. "As you wish Mistress." And then he's back to his game, touch here, touch there, watch for your response, do more of this, do more of that, you don't like this or that. It was like he was testing out your pleasures on your body as he sat there with you. You gasp in pleasure when his mouth dips a bit low into your cleavage, he gets annoyed with your shirt as he pulls it off and tosses it away. His lips circle your breasts as he snaps off your bra, his tongue flicking out and swirling over a hardened bud. You weave your fingers into his hair, your body arching up into his mouth as he sucks lightly and then hard. Your breathing is labored and when he leans back a bit to breathe on your skin, it comes in puffs of warmth. You feel his hands move to your pants and you lift your hips so he can take them off, along with your underwear. You're so far gone you can't even think the words 'No', 'stop', 'get off me.' It's just impossible for you now. He's paying so close attention to your pleasure, and he seems to get off on it. His hand is pressing on your most sensitive spot and your hips wiggle themselves with seemingly no direction from you. His warm breath puffs against your neck and you can feel the smirk when you arch against him. His fingers delve inside you and you gasp in pleasure, bucking against him, not being able to think or move other than what your body decided to do on it's own. His fingers pace themselves slowly and you find yourself melting into a puddle on the couch as his other hand wanders your body, heightening your senses. His lips are all over you as well, and you lament the clothing between you, so you tug on his shirt. He pulls it off and leans over you, so you can map the skin with your fingertips, his breath hitching in his throat. His fingers stroke your inner walls languidly and you breathe out in a whisper, telling him to go faster. He grins in that way, his eyes clouded over, and complies. But when you're on the brink you pull away from him, breathing heavily, tugging on his pants and he gets what you want. He slowly tugs them off, making you growl in disapproval, and then he's throwing them somewhere off in the room. He lifts up so he's above you, looking at your body, reaching down with a hand to caress your skin. He grips your hips then, looking at you to see your reaction, but your eyes are closed as you wait, your chest moving up and down in symphony with his as you breathe heavily and deeply. You moan loudly as his member penetrates your inner walls. He moves maddeningly slowly, groaning into your ear. You hitch up your hips so he'll move faster and he suddenly thrusts in deep, sheathing himself completely inside of you. He breathes out shakily and moves back, sliding out, and then slams back in, moving at different tempos, watching you, doing another movement, this way and that, and when he hits a certain spot inside you and you see stars, you arch up and gasp in pleasure. He smirks in satisfaction and aims for that spot every time, still trying out different movements and speeds, you don't really mind, it feels DAMN good. His cock is hard inside you and you can feel it's warmth and even as it's hard it's also soft, like velvet. You get a different sensation when his hand moves down to press here and there on your abdomen, circling your heated clit and pushing down lightly until you're gasping for breath and arching up, trying to move to some kind of rhythm, but his thrusts are now at an even but quick pace that has you scatter-brained beyond return, he doesn't hit that spot every time anymore, but he does hit it a lot. And every time he does, it hits you like the first time. The fire is burning you from the inside out and you've never hurt so good in your life. You'd been with other men, but they weren't this hell-bent on your pleasure. And Kami he tastes good when he kisses you. The coil in your stomach bunches up then, and bursts, clamping your muscles around him, your moan drawn out and strained as you hold in a scream. His own growl is swallowed by you, his warm release making you shudder in ecstasy. He pants, trying to regain his breath, and then you're pushing him so he'll sit up, getting him to detach from you, even though you really didn't want him to. "B-Beyond, I have to do something in the morning, a-and it's going to seem really weird and convoluted but-" "You're going to call the center and tell them to come and get me," He raises an eyebrow at you, "I told you Mistress, whatever you want with me, I don't care if it's you." Shinjuku Manner Center Ch. 02 "Yes, but I have to get them to hire me back, and you need to be on good behavior while you're there so they'll let me take you out sometimes Mr. temperamental crazy serial killer." You pout-glare at him and he grins crazily at you again. "As you wish Mistress, I will be an angel if you wish it." "Yes, please... except when we're alone, and then I'd like you to be yourself." You sigh and lay back on the couch, completely forgetting your naked state, but remembering when you look up and he's staring down at you, his eyes glazed over with heat. "Beyond?" "...yes, Mistress?" "Why were you like that? Paying so close attention to my reactions and such?" His eyes lift to yours, and his voice is dead serious, "I live only to please you Mistress." You sit up and see that his member has already started hardening again, so you get up and sit on your knees on the carpet in front of him, "If you live to please me, I live to be pleased by you." He grins again and you know you said exactly what he wanted to hear. You can't help yourself now though, you want to taste his skin so badly. You lean up and push his chest so he's leaning back on the couch, "Don't move now, Beyond." Your voice is a husky whisper and you say his name with a lazy satisfied drawl. He shudders and sits back, staying perfectly still, what a good boy. You lean forward, bracing yourself on his knees as you lick the tip of his length. His breathing stops and then speeds up. You rest your lips on the head, licking in small flicks and then long languorous swipes, getting addicted to the texture, the soft skin over the taught, hard, rod. Damn that tastes good. You plant open mouthed kisses along the length of it, your tongue snaking out and lapping every time you touch it. His chest is heaving with his breath, his fists clenching and his head thrown back onto the back of the couch. You slowly take the head into your mouth, sliding slowly over it, only barely taking it in before sliding back and letting it out. You look up at his face again, his head is still thrown back and his mouth is open in his search for air. You move your head down underneath his cock and lap at his balls. He almost thrusts up, but he stops himself, and you murmur against his heated skin, "... good boy..." He groans and his hips shake as you suck and lick at the skin there. Your mouth and tongue never stopping, never wanting to stop, and you can feel the exact moment he flies over the edge, his cum in your mouth, as you'd moved up to take the head in your mouth when you felt him pulse. Kami... He tastes heavenly, like sweet and bitter aren't just tastes but feelings too. You lap at the head, getting every drop before sitting back and having a thought that makes you even hotter than you are now, but you'll save that for later... He's slumped against the couch now, his eyelids drooping and his neck not able to support his head. "How did you like that, Beyond?" He pants and lifts his head, "It was ecstasy Mistress," You can tell he's not lying either, "You know it probably could've been better, had I been paying attention to what YOU wanted," He laughs slightly, in that manic way of his, "I think if you did that I would die Mistress." "Not a bad way to die is it?" He chuckles darkly, yet still crazily, "Not bad at all Mistress." You get up on the couch, "Are you good for another round? Or should I give you a minute?" You tease, He looks darkly at you, his eyes full of promises, "I should think I'm ready when you are Mistress." Again that idea comes to you, but you push it away for later yet again, resolving that you want this first. And that was an out-there idea anyway, one that you'd love to see and you couldn't wait, but you wanted this more. You lay down and motion Beyond over to you, "It's your turn," He smirks and leans down to feather kisses over your thighs and lightly dance his fingers across your skin. You can feel the fire start flaring up again. His breath fans across your skin in a gentle heated caress, and you let your head fall back on the arm of the couch as he leans forward, licking up the seam of your folds. You resist the urge to scream as he experiments with this as well. You put your hands on his head and weave your fingers in his hair, rubbing and squeezing when he does something you like. His tongue darts inside your core so quickly you can barely tell it was there, if not for the sharp pleasure that shot up your spine. He slows down, and licks around your entrance languidly, his tongue drifting inside you so maddeningly slowly that you resist the urge to buck. "F-faster, and st-stop testing me o-out." "If you wish Mistress." His heated breath dances across you and you shudder. And then his tongue is plunging in and out of your core, your head swinging wildly back and forth as you try to keep in your shrieks. His hand goes up to rub at the swollen nub above his mouth, his tongue delving even deeper and moving even faster now. You feel him put pressure on your lower abdomen with his other hand and you break apart in colors. Your back heaves itself up painfully, and you shudder while he laps up everything he can. He leans back to look at your panting and prone form. "Mistress..." "We need a shower, damn and I already took one too. You're taking one with me, come on." You stand up and traipse to the bathroom and he follows obediently. You've gotten into the role of Mistress so completely, you would be surprised if he didn't obey. You turn on the water and sit on the edge of the tub, waiting for the right temperature, and then turning on the showerhead. Beyond waits, standing against the wall, leaning and watching you. "Beyond, come here." He stands and walks to you, following you as you step inside the shower. You step into the spray and you shudder at the sensation of a million little licks all over your body. You look back at him, and he steps forward, his hands going to massage your sides and back as he kisses the back of your neck. You can feel his hardening erection against your backside, and the pulsing is in time with your own heart. His chest against your back is firm and warm, and you lean back to sigh in complacency. His lips move to the side of your neck now, his hands moving over your stomach and up to cup your breasts. You sigh again, and lean back more, pressing his entire front against your back. His hands squeeze and rub, as his lips move up to your ear to nip. You swallow, your throat dry for a moment, and then you're leaning forward, your hands on the wall and your legs spread apart, looking back at him as his hands move to your hips, he softly touches your backside, a feather-light touch making you insane. And then he's leaning over you and penetrating you from behind. Your back arches as he's hit that spot on his first try, and you push against the wall, and pull away from him, moving with him, so that you're moving quickly and you growl at the softness of it all. "Harder." You hiss, and he complies, but it's still not enough. You start to push harder and he gets the message, slamming into and out of you until you're gasping for breath and trying to keep from falling over due to the shaking in your legs. Your core clenches down as you release and you can hear his moan as he comes over the edge with you, his hands tightening on your hips and his breath fanning over your ear. You pull away from him then, missing him inside you, but you finish your shower, washing your body and hair, getting out and getting dressed. "Come out when you're done and we'll go to sleep." "Yes Mistress." You go in to lay on your bed and snuggle into the covers, and when he comes out with only his boxers on, you don't mind, you just move over and he crawls in next to you, wrapping around you as you sigh in contentment and fall asleep.