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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Soul_Eater
  Relationship:
      Death_the_Kid/Liz_Thompson/Patty_Thompson
  Character:
      Death_the_Kid, Liz_Thompson, Patty_Thompson
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-03-29 Words: 5045
****** Naughty Is Nice ******
by Miko
Summary
     The best birthday presents are the ones you give to yourself.
Kid's home was tucked into a secluded corner of Death City, surrounded by
carefully manicured parkland. It was safe and sheltered, and more importantly
it was perfectly symmetrical inside and out. Kid always took a moment to just
breathe a quiet sigh of appreciation when he entered. It was such a relief to
leave the chaotic world behind for the pleasant order of his domain.
The little ritual of relaxation was ingrained, and it was what distracted him
for the critical moment that let his attackers get the jump on him.
They hit him from both sides at once, grabbing his arms and pushing him forward
so they could get in behind him. He yelped and struggled, but with his arms
pinned he couldn't do much to fight.
"Liz! Patti!" he shouted, panicked. The girls should have been home an hour
ago; a private meeting with his honoured father had kept Kid at Shibusen late.
Had his unknown assailants already hurt them?
The thought made him snarl and fight harder. He gathered his power and prepared
to blast them with the raw energy of his soul - cruder than he preferred his
attacks to be, but effective. He heard muffled swearing behind him and had just
enough time to realize it was a woman - a witch? - before someone clamped a
cloth over his mouth and nose.
Something had been poured over the cloth, the odour of it so disgustingly sweet
that it made Kid gag. The room spun and lurched around him and he lost control
of the energy he'd gathered. It trickled away harmlessly into the air. He would
have echoed his attacker's curse, but blackness was rushing up to meet him and
all he could do was fall.
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Consciousness returned reluctantly, fighting Kid every step of the way. He was
vaguely aware that there was something important he should be concerned about,
but he couldn't quite remember what it was. His mouth was dry and he had a
headache, but he wasn't suffering from the after-effects of the drug nearly as
much as a human would be...
The drug! Memory returned abruptly, and Kid barely managed to stifle the reflex
to gasp and jerk upright. If he was very, very lucky, the witch who had
captured him wouldn't realize the effects had worn off. As long as he didn't
betray that he was already coming out of it, he might be able to surprise her
into giving him an opportunity to break free.
Cautiously he shifted, trying to mask the movement as the normal restlessness
of sleep. His hopes of escape were dashed when he heard a faint rattle of
chains and felt something tight binding his wrists in place. He was tied down,
hands and feet held spread apart.
{Aha! He's awake!}
"Liz?" he gasped, the voice as familiar to him as his own. He was at the same
time upset and relieved - disappointed that she wasn't out there somewhere
searching for him, but comforted beyond belief that she hadn't been killed by
whoever had taken him. He struggled to open his eyes, feeling like each lid
weighed about a hundred pounds. He needed to see for himself that she was there
and unhurt, and find out what the situation was.
"Wow, that was fast," Patti commented cheerfully, confirming that she was
present as well.
{Well, Stein did say it might not work as well on a shinigami.}
Stein was involved? Kid felt his blood run cold. Since the kishin had been
destroyed years ago the doctor had shown no signs of further insanity - or at
least, no more than he'd started out with. If he'd lost his mind again and was
working with a witch, they were in a great deal of trouble.
At last he managed to focus, and the very first thing he saw was Patti. Unlike
him she wasn't tied down, and she knelt a few feet away with Liz held loosely
in one hand. Standing guard, he assumed with a feeling of pride and grim
satisfaction. Their captors had made their first major error in assuming that
incapacitating the meister meant the weapons were helpless as well. Stein must
not have been involved in actually containing them; he knew the sisters were
perfectly capable of wielding each other.
The second thing Kid noticed was that he was completely naked, and so was she.
He flushed and tried to repress an automatic and totally inappropriate response
to the sight of her. Childish mannerisms or not, he'd come to appreciate over
the last few months that she was very definitely not a little girl. However,
this was so not the time or place to be thinking about that.
If nothing else, Stein + knock-out drugs + naked = very bad under any
circumstances. Quickly Kid looked them both over for random new scars or lines
of obvious stitching, and thankfully found none.
"I take it you can't undo whatever's holding me." He tested the strength of his
bonds as he spoke, and was dismayed to find that they were more than enough to
hold him. Simple metal handcuffs he possibly could have broken, but his wrists
and ankles were encased in metal-reinforced leather padlocked to a sturdy
chain. The chain was connected to the posts of a bed...
Wait, this was his bed. And his room, he confirmed as he looked around and saw
the familiar symmetrical surroundings. Stein and a witch had taken him captive
and locked the three of them into Kid's room? But why?
To his further shock Patti giggled and held up her other hand. A more delicate
chain dangled from her fingers, and at the end was a set of tiny keys. About
the size that would fit the padlocks holding him in place, in fact. "I could,
buuuuuuuut..." She tilted her head and studied him, her eyes making a slow
progression from his face to his toes, lingering in the middle. "Nah! Dun
wanna!"
{You're way too hot like that for your own good,} Liz agreed, and he recognized
the particular purring overtone in her voice. It was the way she sounded when
she was about to suggest something naughty she knew he would object to - or
when she called his name just as she was about to come.
With an effort Kid wrenched his eyes away from Patti's breasts and his mind off
that train of thought. "Wait, you two are the ones who ambushed me?" he
demanded, now thoroughly baffled. Patti giggled and nodded, and he caught a
glimpse of Liz's smug smile in the barrel of the gun. "Why?"
"Hmmm? Didn't think you'd let us tie you up if we just asked," Patti said,
tapping the barrel of the gun against her bottom lip thoughtfully.
"Th-that's not what I meant," Kid sputtered, blushing. "Of course I wouldn't.
Why would you want me tied up?"
{Oh, Kid. We have really got to work on getting you past this naive streak,}
Liz said with a rueful chuckle.
"But he's cute when he goes all red and squirmy like that!" Patti pouted.
{If he hasn't stopped blushing after three months of sleeping with us, he's not
going to,} Liz said. Kid, of course, promptly blushed harder. {See? But he's
just so completely clueless, it's sad. There's such a big, interesting world
out there he knows nothing about.}
"That's what we're for," Patti said, shrugging and grinning. "Let's play a
game!"
Kid groaned. Patti's idea of a 'game' in bed usually ended up with him
thoroughly ashamed and embarrassed by his own behaviour. That it also generally
resulted in him coming hard enough to see literal stars was - irrelevant.
Really.
{Play along, Kid,} Liz said in a mock-stern tone of voice. {This is our
birthday present.}
"Happy birthday to us," Patti sang, and giggled.
"But I already have a present for you," he protested. That was what he'd stayed
behind at Shibusen to talk to his father about, arranging for a week's vacation
for them somewhere warm and relaxing.
{Not your present to us, dummy.}
"Ours to each other!"
{The rules are simple. You get to lie there helplessly, and we get to do
whatever we like.}
"If you beg pretty, we might take pity on you," Patti informed him blithely,
her innocent expression totally at odds with her mischievous tone. "Squirming's
good, too."
"Please let me go," Kid replied promptly, giving them a wry look. Patti
giggled.
{Not even close to good enough. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll have enough
practice to get better at it by the end of the night.}
"I still don't see wh-why..." Kid stammered and trailed off, his gaze fixed
helplessly on Patti's mouth as she ran the tip of the gun's barrel over her
full lips. He couldn't have said exactly what it was that caught his attention
so thoroughly, but he couldn't have looked away if his life depended on it.
When she flicked her tongue out to taste the gleaming metal, a tiny noise
escaped him that was shamefully close to a whimper.
"Ooooh, you were right!" Patti squealed, bouncing in a way that made her
breasts move enticingly and clapping her hands together. "He does think it's
hot!"
{Told you,} Liz said smugly. {He's always staring whenever one of us is using
the other.}
"That's... I'm just admiring the fact that you're so competent even without me
wielding you," Kid protested. All right, yes, a large part of what he found so
attractive about them both was that very autonomy, the fact that they didn't
need him the way most weapons needed a meister, but chose to let him wield them
because it made all three of them stronger. And yes, he therefore thought it
was hot when he saw them together this way. It reminded him of the day they'd
met, of the fiercely independent spirit he'd seen in both their eyes.
But they hadn't needed to drug him, strip him and tie him to his bed to prove
that!
"Hush," Patti scolded him. "That's not begging."
{Well, we already found the best way to shut him up and distract him.}
Patti giggled, and this time Kid was expecting it when she slid her mouth
slowly along the side of the gun. The fact that he knew it was coming didn't
make him any more prepared for it, however. When she opened her lips and went
down on the barrel with exactly the same expression and motions she used when
she went down on him, he groaned and fought to keep from squirming.
"I th-thought... you didn't sleep with e-each other," he gasped, panting for
air. When had the room gotten so hot?
He'd seen them hold and support one another when having sex with him, and even
nuzzle each other affectionately during and after, but never do anything that
could actually be considered incestuous. Granted, Liz was a gun at the moment
which somewhat strained the definition, but still. There was no mistaking the
sexual intention behind what Patti was doing.
"We're just playing," Patti assured him, her innocent expression now somewhat
ruined by her wicked smile. "D'you like?"
"I..." Kid's words got lost somewhere in his throat as she drew the now
glistening barrel down over her throat, tracing the delicately flushed skin
just over her breasts. She teased them both for a moment, then flicked the
muzzle over her pert nipple with a deft twist of her wrist. He forgot what he'd
been about to say, totally fixated on the contrast of the shining metal against
her rosy skin. Symmetry or not, he thought it might have been the most perfect
thing he'd ever seen.
Liz purred. {Honey, if it's gonna get you this hot and bothered, I think we
might just have to make an exception or three. Right, Patti?}
"Yep, yep!" Patti giggled and dropped the gun, running the muzzle along his
rapidly hardening cock.
"Ah, gods!" Kid closed his eyes and threw his head back, his back arching at
the unexpected sensation. He knew from experience that the Twin Pistols never
got any colder than Liz and Patti's body temperature would be, but he hadn't
expected Liz to feel so scorching against his sensitive skin. At the same time
the implicit danger and threat made his mouth go dry again. They were always
'loaded', since they didn't fire bullets in the first place. One slip of
Patti's finger could end things very messily.
He tried to convince himself that the pounding of his heart was from nerves and
not arousal, but he wasn't doing a very good job.
"Hey! Eyes open," Patti said, and the whine he could clearly hear in her voice
warned him that he'd better obey. He found her pouting at him, tapping Liz
against her bare thigh impatiently. When she saw that he was watching again,
she smiled brightly. "No looking away, that's cheating."
{You'll just have to give him something he can't look away from.}
"Okay!" Patti's eyes lit up at the challenge. She lifted the pistol to tease at
her nipples again, then trailed it lower to circle her navel.
Then, to Kid's disbelief and helpless arousal, she slid it lower still, into
the blonde curls between her thighs. She moaned and rocked her hips forward,
her eyes falling half-closed in a sensuous look he always enjoyed putting on
her face.
Instinctively he tried to reach for her, wanting to run his hands over her
sweet body and kiss her until she pouted from arousal instead of sulking. He
managed to move his arms about an inch before the chains and cuffs stopped him,
and he remembered exactly where he was. He growled, frustrated, and Patti
giggled at him.
{Ah, this feels weird,} Liz said, and he sensed her mentally squirming.
"Feels good," Patti countered, sliding the gun in a little further. Seeing that
he was watching, she grinned and spread her legs until she was almost doing a
split, giving him a much better view. She had Liz's barrel shoved firmly into
her, holding the pistol upside down the way Kid did so she could push her clit
against the trigger guard.
Chains rattled as Kid tried again to reach out, unable to keep still even
though he knew it was futile. He was so hard he ached with it, and the need to
touch was overwhelming. "Patti..."
"Say 'please'," she coaxed him, watching him from under lowered eyelashes.
"Please," he said, and this time he meant it. He still didn't understand why
they'd tied him up in the first place, unless they'd been afraid he would just
leave when they started this. They needn't have worried. Like most of the
outrageous things they talked him into trying, he was totally unable to do
anything but let them sweep him along with them.
"Mmm, nope! Not good enough," she declared, and giggled. She arched her back
and lifted her other hand to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple in time with
the thrusts of the gun. Kid whined in the back of his throat.
"Please, I want to touch you," Kid begged, straining against the chains. It was
driving him mad to see that look on her face and know he'd had no part in
putting it there. It threw his sense of balance off, and the need to fix it was
nearly as strong as the desire to have his hands on her so he could help push
her over the edge and feel the reaction of her body when she came.
"Getting... ah! Closer..." she said, and he wasn't sure if she meant he was
closer to winning his freedom or she was closer to coming. Possibly both.
"Patti!" The chains rattled louder as Kid growled and thrashed. He wanted to
touch her. He wanted to press Liz even deeper inside her, wanted to slide his
hand between her and the gun to rub his fingers against her clit until she was
screaming and writhing against him. He wanted her hands or her mouth or her
body on him, damn it.
"Oh!" A beautiful flush was spreading over Patti's face and down her chest, her
nipples drawing even tighter as she squirmed and rocked against the gun.
"Nnn... Kid! Ah!" Her voice rose sharply and she cried out, shuddering. Her
eyes closed completely, and she tipped her head back and arched in ecstasy.
Kid was slightly mollified that she called his name when she came, but it
wasn't even close to being enough. It was over too fast, her breathing slowing
again as she withdrew Liz from inside her. One of Kid's favourite things to do
was to keep touching them after they'd come; sometimes they were too sensitive
and begged him to stop, but sometimes he could push them into a second orgasm
that seemed to be ten times as intense as the first. Knowing he could do that
to them, give them that much pleasure, was a powerful feeling.
Right now he was experiencing the opposite, knowing he'd had nothing to do with
the look of smug satisfaction on her face. He struggled again, but they knew
his strength too well. He couldn't budge the chains.
{Aw, poor Kid. He looks frustrated,} Liz teased, making Patti giggle.
"He's all worked up," Patti said, moving closer so she could run her hand
lightly over his rock-hard erection. He cried out and thrust up against her
hand, but she drew away after just a few maddening moments.
{He doesn't like being left out,} Liz said.
"Hee. We can fix that."
Kid tensed as she trailed the muzzle of the gun over his cheek, then pressed it
against his lips. Unthinking, he obediently opened his mouth so she could slide
the barrel inside. Liz tasted of a combination of gunmetal and Patti, and it
made Kid groan.
Then suddenly instead of hard metal in his mouth he had a soft tongue, and Liz
was leaning over him as a human, kissing him. She still tasted like Patti, and
it drove him wild. He automatically tried to wrap his arms around her, and
moaned again when the restraints stopped him.
"Heh. This is really driving you nuts, isn't it?" Liz observed, her eyes
gleaming. "You just can't stand not being in control."
"I want to touch you," he rasped, trying to glare up at her. He had a feeling
he mostly just looked desperate. "You didn't have to tie me up to get me to
agree to this."
"It's not because we thought you wouldn't agree," she said, amused.
{It's 'cause it's hot to watch you squirm!}
Until he heard Patti's voice echo in his mind instead of his ears, Kid hadn't
realized they'd switched places rather than Liz simply transforming. Liz tapped
Patti's barrel against his collarbone with a particularly evil smirk. "Enjoying
yourself?" Liz asked.
Common sense told Kid to say 'no'. It was too dangerous, and far too perverted.
They'd coaxed and teased him into doing some very questionable things, even
some that made this look tame, but that didn't make this any less wrong. At the
same time he couldn't shake the image of Patti's face as she'd come with the
gun deep inside her, and desire made him want to say 'yes'. Caught between two
equal and conflicting responses, Kid could only whimper.
Then he gasped as Liz slid the pistol down over his chest and circled his
nipple with the tip. "That sounded more like a 'yes' than a 'no' to me," she
purred.
{Do it, do it, do it!} Patti cheered.
Liz leaned down and fastened her mouth to his other nipple, biting and sucking
almost hard enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Kid cried out and rocked up
against her. She was kneeling between his spread legs and if he arched his back
he could just rub his aching cock against the soft flesh of her breasts.
"Definitely a 'yes'." Liz gave him her version of Patti's wicked smile, and sat
up again. Kid started to cry out in protest, but froze when she brought the gun
down to rub the muzzle along the side of his cock.
He stayed as still as he could, hardly daring to breathe. He couldn't stop
himself from shivering, fine tremors running through his whole body. His cock
jumped and twitched as she continued to tease him. When she went further down
to toy with his balls he let out an explosive breath and closed his eyes,
shuddering. The warm metal against his even hotter skin felt solid and
dangerous, and a little thrill went through him with every tiny motion.
"Oi, Kid. Breathe," Liz reminded him, sounding amused. He tried, he really did,
but the air kept catching in his throat every time she nudged him with Patti.
{Haha, you're gonna kill him.}
"Seem like fair payback for the way he always pushes us past our limits," Liz
said, but she took pity on him and pulled back slightly. Kid's body finally
remembered just how breathing was accomplished and he gasped for much-needed
air to keep from passing out for the second time that night.
Looking at them kneeling there, he was reminded all over again why he'd fallen
so hard for them. Liz was gorgeous, her long blonde hair falling to tease at
her bare breasts and her blue eyes filled with amusement, desire, and love. In
her hand the sleek lines and shining metal of Patti as a pistol represented
their intense independence and loyalty - to each other, and to him once he'd
won a place in their hearts.
Yet again he tried to reach out and was stopped by the restraints. "Damn it!
Let me out of here."
"That was so far from begging, it might have set you back a bit," Liz told him,
smirking.
{Bad Kid, no biscuit!}
"We're not done with you yet."
"Liz..." His growl turned into another gasp as she dropped the pistol again,
sliding the barrel below his balls and rubbing the tip against his hole. His
eyes went very wide. She couldn't mean to... she wouldn't really...
She could and she would and she did. Kid choked on a cry as she eased the gun
inside him, forcing the wide barrel past the tight ring of muscle. It hurt a
little, but he couldn't stop himself from squirming. His brain broke trying to
contemplate all the many and varied ways in which this was so wrong, while his
body wallowed in the thrill and pleasure of it. The little ridge of the sight
scraped against something inside him that made him see stars, and he shouted
and arched his back in startled reaction.
{Oooh, he likes it. Is that one for me, or you?}
Liz laughed. "I don't think we're keeping track any more. Fuck, he looks hot
like this. Too bad you can't see it."
Patti's reply was decidedly smug. {He was hot watching me with you, too. Only
fair.}
Kid wanted to say something, anything - joining the conversation would have
given him something to focus on other than the mind-blowing sensations they
were evoking from his body. As it was he could only whimper and writhe, his
cock weeping with need and unable to get even the slightest friction.
"Please," he whispered, his voice cracking with need. "Liz, gods, please. I
need you, I need... ah, gods. Please!" He shuddered as she started thrusting
with the gun, running the sight over that sensitive place inside him every
time. If there was still pain he was totally oblivious to it, focused whole-
heartedly on the pleasure.
{Mmmm, now he's playing along.}
"I suppose that deserves a reward." Liz smiled at him, her eyes dancing with
mischief, and if he hadn't been so completely mindless he might have felt
nervous. "Besides, damn it, I want some!"
She shifted forward until she was straddling his hips, and lowered herself
carefully onto him. He groaned as the tight, wet heat enveloped him, then
shouted when she twisted the gun inside him. She was forced to lean back at a
strange angle to keep one hand on Patti, but she managed.
Liz wasn't often the one on top - Patti was the one who liked to ride him,
while Liz preferred to be pounded into. It took her a couple of awkward tries
to find her rhythm, and Kid couldn't help her by bracing her waist with his
hands. When she did finally settle into a rocking motion it was thankfully hard
and fast. Kid didn't think he could take much more teasing.
"Yesss," he hissed, thrusting up into her as much as he could. "Yes, like that,
Liz, fuck."
{Hee, I love it when he talks dirty.}
"Oh yeah," Liz agreed, her voice breathy and rough with need. She squirmed,
which did very interesting things to her body around Kid's cock, and he cried
out. "C'mon, Kid, don't stop there. Talk to me, darling."
He growled. "When I get out of these chains I am going to pin you to the
fucking bed and make you come so many times you're begging me. And then I'm
going to do the same to Patti."
{Oooh, super stamina?}
"He didn't say he was going to fuck us, just make us come."
It was his turn to smirk, though it was hard to hold the expression as she
rocked against him a little harder. "Maybe I'll just keep tormenting you until
I've recovered, and that's how I'll know when to take pity on you."
{Oh, fuck yeah.}
"I'll - ah! - second that." Liz was shivering above him and her movements were
growing jerky, and he knew she was getting close. It was all he could do to
hold his own orgasm off, but he wanted her to come first since he couldn't use
his hands to finish her. As frustrated as he was with both of them at the
moment, he still didn't want to leave her hanging.
She cried out and shuddered, her inner muscles squeezing down around him. At
the same time she twisted the gun again, ramming the sight hard into the
sensitive place inside him. That was it for Kid; his fragile hold on his
control snapped. Once again he proved that their most insane ideas were the
ones that made him come the hardest, but he was too busy seeing stars to feel
ashamed of himself.
The feeling of aching emptiness as Liz withdrew Patti brought him back to
earth. He blinked at her and squirmed, making a sound of discomfort, and she
smiled wearily at him. "Now you know how we feel when you're not in us
anymore." She shifted and slid off him, ending up curled on one side against
his chest, her head on his shoulder and arm flung across his chest with Patti
still in her hand.
A moment later Patti was human again, snuggled against him on his other side
and smiling at them both. "That was fun," she declared brightly. "Let's do it
again!"
Kid groaned. "You have to let me go from this time, first," he pointed out. As
much as he always enjoyed the perfect symmetry of having one of his girls on
either side of him, he'd appreciate it a great deal more if he could
participate.
"Hmm, I dunno. Do we actually want to let him out?" Liz asked her sister,
raising an eyebrow. "He did make that threat..."
"Isn't that a good reason to let him go?" Patti asked, blinking. She squirmed
against him, and he could feel the wetness between her thighs when she pressed
against his hip. "Listening to you guys was hot!"
"Only if he starts with you, then," Liz said.
Chains rattled and this time the bed frame groaned as Kid yanked viciously at
his restraints. "If I don't get to touch you in the next thirty seconds,
there's going to be hell to pay," he warned between gritted teeth.
"So impatient!" Patti teased him. She licked at his nipple, which made him
moan. "We are touching you!"
"I think we'd better take him seriously," Liz laughed. Patti sighed
dramatically, but produced the chain with the keys again. In moments they had
him free, and he wrapped his arms around them both and pulled them close. He
kissed them thoroughly, one after the other, and they sighed and melted against
him.
"Next time, don't drug me," he said when they'd settled down again. He knew
better than to think there wouldn't be a 'next time'. They'd obviously enjoyed
themselves, and he'd learned the hard way that they would repeat the experience
if they'd liked it that much. "And don't scare me like that, either! I thought
maybe you'd both been hurt by whoever was grabbing me."
"Awww, sorry!" Patti said, and kissed him lightly again.
"We didn't think of that," Liz said with a touch of guilt.
"Next time we kidnap you, we'll let you see it's us first," Patti declared
cheerfully.
Liz nodded and yawned, cuddling a little closer. "Best birthday present ever,
though." Patti giggled and made a noise of agreement.
"Oh, we're not done yet," Kid said, and this time he was the one with the
wicked purr. "Did you think I was making an empty threat?"
Liz was satisfied and in danger of falling asleep, so she was the one he
grabbed and rolled over. They ended up with him pinning her to the bed, just as
he'd promised. She squealed with surprise and wriggled beneath him, which only
made him smile wider before shifting so he could hold both her wrists in one
hand. That left his other hand free to slide down over her body, teasing every
inch of skin he passed.
"Hehehe. Somebody's in trouble," Patti sang.
"You're next," Kid assured her, pinching Liz's nipple to make her moan.
"Okay!" Patti agreed, grinning fit to kill. "Want some help?"
Kid paused, raising an eyebrow at her, then grinned as well. "Why not." If
seeing them use each other as a gun to touch themselves had been hot, watching
them actually touch each other would be hotter still. He certainly wasn't going
to complain.
"Ah, Kid! Don't... Patti! Nnngh... Kid!"
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