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Saito and Ryuki lived together ever since Ryuki was forced out of his job. 

Saito had spent months taking over ABIS, paying people inside and out to keep the place looking functional, functioning as an empty wasp nest to keep people from investigating the unit. By 2020, the whole squad was now working perfectly to cover up anything Saito had done, would do, and was doing. ‘Boss’ had granted her position to the retired Psyncher Kaname Date, and had seemingly disappeared from the company and from the public afterward. The police had assured the members of ABIS that she had simply gone under a similar program to witness protection, to ensure her safety.

The new hire Ryuki and his AI-ball unit, Tama, spent an entire year in the force investigating crimes, doing a mind-numbing amount of paperwork, and every so often going on work drinking parties and warming up to his favorite senior, Kaname Date. 

Kaname Date was kind, handsome, smart, experienced, and he supported Ryuki and all he stood for. During late nights of drunken fits, Ryuki would peel off his shell of professionalism and reveal little vulnerable parts of himself. He would tell him his woes of being alone, his only friends were in ABIS and how he had to fulfill his brother’s dream. ‘Date’ knew this of course, Saito had only hired him because he had no connections and an obsession with obeying his sense of justice. Kaname Date would rub his back, order him water and drive him home, always so considerate of his junior. He made sure to quickly wrap him around his finger, using his mask to make swift work of Ryuki’s trust. To get him to do anything for the sake of justice- for the sake of Kaname Date’s approval.

Ryuki’s eye stared at the floor past his legs. His mechanical eye sat in his socket, gray and distant, without power, covered by a reddened eyelid, the tear ducts slightly inflamed. Following orders. His mind swarmed with the thought that for the past few months, he was following orders. Just like Boss, the police and ABIS had placed him in isolated housing, occasionally updating him on the slow progress of giving him a fake identity to rejoin society with. 

And who else but Kaname Date to watch over him and deliver news? Date, while informing him of this news, took pity on him. He told Ryuki that he would be the one to watch over him, check on him, and deliver him news about the progress of the information. He looked devastated, taking Ryuki into a hug and promising to keep him safe, telling him he was so worried for his safety. Ryuki fell for it, falling hard and fast and months later he was sitting on his couch waiting for him to come home and tell him any good news. It was Ryuki’s fault for being so gullible, and yet, he wasn’t even close to letting go of his belief. Even when he learned Date’s real name. 

Like a dog, Ryuki snapped to attention, his body sitting up straight once he heard a noise at the garage door. A shiver ran up his spine as he shoved his worries deep down, prepared to do anything for the man who was about to walk through. 

Keys jingled, as Saito walked in with a placid expression. He had his jacket already taken off, draped over his arm, and only wore his slacks and turtleneck. He didn’t glance at, didn’t call for, didn’t acknowledge Ryuki’s presence at all as he set his things down where they were supposed to go. This house was so clean, so meticulous to hide any evidence that either of them lived here. The keys hung right next to the door, on a removable hook that stuck to the wall and could easily be torn off should they need to clean. On the empty countertops, there sat one lint roller that Saito used to thoroughly wipe the jacket off of any debris or lint, placing it folded up on a stool instead of a coat rack (which stood near the front door of the house, devoid of any signs of use.) Saito ripped the used layer of the roller and walked to a small wastebasket, folding the sticky parts over onto themselves and dropping the paper into a completely fresh trash bag. He would always take his trash with him in his car, presumably throwing it away in a different area so no one could track his whereabouts. 

When this routine was finished, Saito walked to the sink and pulled a cup from the cabinet, Ryuki able to hear the clinking of the glasses. He went to the fridge and pulled something out, pouring it into the glass. The sound of flowing liquid made Ryuki realize that his mouth was dry, caused by ignoring his body’s thirst and worsened by his nerves. Saito walked back toward Ryuki, avoiding the couch he was sitting on and his gaze. Ryuki watched his motions, stared at the glass he was holding in his gloved hand as he waterfalled the clear fluid into his mouth, making sure not to touch his lips to it. Water, probably. 

He gulped down the water, Ryuki watching his throat bob from underneath his turtleneck’s collar. 

“Kuruto Ryuki.”

Ryuki’s eye shined hearing those words, but he kept his expression and voice neutral when he responded. 

“Y-Yes, Saito?”

Saito walked around the coffee table between them, beautifully waxed and free of anything sitting on its top. He moved his wrist to hold the glass near its rim, placing it down onto the table with barely any water left inside. Ryuki glanced at the glass once it was placed, then looked back up to Saito. 

“You’ve got to decide again today. Who will it be?” His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down to stare into Ryuki’s living eye. Ryuki inhaled through his nose as he approached, holding the breath in his throat. 

“You, or Tama?” 

Ryuki clenched his jaw, trying not to be inconsiderate. Saito moved back to stand straight, crossing his arms and looking down on him. He tilted his head, his blonde hair gracefully laying over his cheek, shining in the glow of the overhead light. Ryuki clenched his fists, squeezing his eyes shut. His left eye stung, and he considered if it was really worth it to endure these past few sessions for Tama. He didn’t even know what would happen if he did tell Saito to take her instead, but he feared losing her. Silent and without power for several weeks, he still felt comfort knowing she could be charged and recovered at any time. Tama was his only other friend. He made his decision knowing he would tell her about everything he was about to go through, that within time they would look back on this and laugh. 

“Me, mister Saito.” He opened his functioning eye back up, exhaling a deep sigh as he unclenched his fists. Saito shifted his stance, his smile falling to seem less amused. 

“Alright then. Open up.” 

He reluctantly obliged as he brought his hand towards the left side of his face, opening his left eye up slowly, his upper lid twitching open and exposing the inside to the open air. Not only did opening it hurt, keeping it open reminded him of how dry his tear ducts were. He constantly had to wipe tears out of the eye, and the lack of proper hydration only made the involuntary crying worse. 

With shaky hands, he spread open the socket with his index and thumb, biting his lip as he tried not to whine. It wasn’t blindingly painful, but worsening an already constant pain was a hard thing to convince himself to do. He tried his best to gently move his middle finger to roll Tama out of the socket without touching his eyelids, a slow process which only caused the stinging to feel worse. Tama’s shell eventually got enough headway to fall out, Saito swiftly cupping his hand under his cheek to catch Tama in his glove, her gray screen rolling over to look up at Ryuki. A tear rolled down his face, and Saito quickly retracted his hand before it could touch his glove. Ryuki took pained breaths, leaving the empty socket’s eyelids slightly open as he watched Saito politely pinch Tama between his fingers and place her in the bottom of the glass with a tink . 

The tear pooled at his chin and fell onto his pants. Ryuki looked away from the both of them, casting his gaze back to his lap. He kind of hoped that Saito would let him off the hook today, and that spending the night without Tama would be his only responsibility today. 

Saito walked back over, his body leaning over Ryuki’s and completely trapping him on the cushions. Ryuki looked back up, the shine in his eye gone as the larger shadow draped over his body and blocked the light above. He whimpered when Saito put his knees up and around Ryuki’s legs to straddle him, trying to focus on his own pleasure. He couldn’t deny that he obsessed over the moments Saito gave him this kind of attention- bringing his hand to pull on Ryuki’s collar and stroking Ryuki’s right cheek with his other. 

“Ryuki. I said open up.” His words had a sultry undertone, but malice began to bear its fangs once Saito had to repeat himself, a bitterness coating his inflection. Ryuki whimpered again as he pushed his eye muscles to open a second time, revealing an empty hole with swollen, dark red insides behind the inflamed pink eyelid. Saito grinned, not because he had followed orders, but because he had suffered so nicely for him. 

Saito stuck out his tongue and licked Ryuki’s face, starting at his chin. It trailed slowly up, his tongue following the salty trail that the single tear left until it was right next to his eye. Ryuki’s face was warm, flushed from the heat of the moment. He moved his hands to Saito’s chest without thinking, trying to make sure he wouldn’t lean too close and fall on him. He didn’t seem to mind, swirling his tongue right underneath his eyelid, his lower twitching in response to the mild pain that came from the sensation. 

His tongue retracted for a second, absorbing Ryuki’s trembling and savoring it before jabbing his tongue between the eyelids and pressing the muscle deep within. Thousands of nerves began screaming in pain, the young man howling while clawing Saito’s sweater. His diaphragm hiccupped as the tongue swirled the insides, his breaths accented by moans of pain. Saito moved his other hand to the bottom of Ryuki’s chin to keep it still, trembling between his fingertips. His eye closed down on the tongue, his brain trying to keep it from going deeper, fruitlessly causing his eyelids even more anguish. The stinging and burning pain became like lightning striking the back of his skull, making his vision flash with white hot pain that rendered him blind. He wanted to beg him to stop- but he knew that he wasn’t allowed to, and physically he couldn’t make any other noises that weren’t screams. 

A low hum came from Saito’s throat, taking great care to smear his tongue on every part of Ryuki’s eye. He slipped his tongue out of the hole with a hiss from between Ryuki’s teeth, swiping saliva along the outside and coating his eyelashes in drool. As Ryuki began to rapidly whimper between breaths, Saito pressed his head even closer to give his eyelid a disgusting, sloppy kiss that pressed a bit too hard and caused Ryuki to kick his leg outward, striking the coffee table and making Tama rattle around in the glass. 

Sniffling came from Ryuki as he tried to breathe through his nose to calm down, center himself during the pain, making Saito mockingly coo “shh, it’s okay, don’t cry.” Ryuki instinctively nodded at the command, the pounding headache that formed making him feel dizzy and sick. Little black spots dotted his vision as he tried to see again, wincing when Saito went back to lick his empty eye. 

Saito cupped Ryuki’s cheeks as he sat back up, smiling and wiping the trail of drool from his mouth to the eye off with his glove. Ryuki looked completely defeated, his head hanging low as he tried to distract himself from the pain by leaning into the comforting warmth of his senior’s hands.

“I think we’re done for today. Can you still hear me?”

Through ringing eardrums, Ryuki let out a pathetic “mhm” as he tried not to weep. Saito felt satisfied with his work, always glad to break his toys. 

“Medical supplies are in the bathroom. Put some medicine on the eyepatch and wear it while you sleep so it doesn’t get infected.” 

Ryuki took this strange behavior, that being Saito torturing his eye for a week straight and then telling him how to care for himself, as a sick sort of love. If he ever started to doubt that this was a form of care from Saito, then that would mean his life would have no meaning. That would make him just a pushover who caved into requests from abusive strangers. Saito knew that whatever weird complex Ryuki had for him allowed him to harvest his pain and misery for hours on end, and for the next few weeks he would be delighted to hear him beg for mercy as he slowly died with no one to save him. This was just step one, of course. 

When Ryuki’s nose started dripping, he began to raise his sleeve to try and wipe it. Saito took that as a cue to release him, shifting off the couch and leaving Ryuki to soak in his own shame. The last time he would acknowledge his captive today was sliding Tama’s glass closer to Ryuki, then slinking off into some other part of the house to brush his mouth out for ten straight minutes. 

Ryuki, with clouded and shaky vision, glanced at Tama before watching Saito walk down a hallway that he wasn’t allowed to tread through. He wiped his face and, when he looked back up, he was all alone in a silent living room. 

Ryuki’s eye stared at the floor past his legs, wondering what his new name would be once ABIS came back with his new identification papers.