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lifeonthemurdersim · 2 months ago

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Ingrate Fandom/Universe: Human Nature (original murder sim/VN project), Sadistic By Nature Universe Characters/Pairing: OC x OC, Rahim Adnan x Wasei Tsuki AO3 Link(full tags, warnings etc here) Word count: 1,923 words Synopsis: They say some people go looking for trouble. Wasei is definitely "some people". He already knows where to find it, but first he'll have to make it through dinner. Author's Note: This is a piece that shows one of the endings from Human Nature, but with my OC Wasei as the main character. Brief mention of @cptsadist's Hauer as this takes place in the shared universe I've been writing for our characters. More about Gorekinktober on my pinned post here! Kinktober prompt(s) used: Voice Kink, Discipline/Punishment Goretober prompt used: Dinner

"Red or white?" Rahim asks Wasei, as he pours himself a glass of the red. Was is very surprised Rahim doesn't seem to remember him, but then he guesses he had a lot of victims pass through here, and he and Hope hadn't really been here long the first time before they'd managed to escape.

The truth was... Was had become so accustomed to a life of being kept and tortured... he just couldn't just go back to living as normal. He'd tried, but going back to earning often astounding money just for showing his body online, running for hours at the gym, selling pills at raves, none of it was doing it for him anymore. If at least two other people he'd met could get captured more than once and live to tell the tale, why couldn't he? He hadn't necessarily expected to be greeted with dinner, but he wasn't exactly going to say no. He just might not eat much. He'd already gone a little overboard on the dressing on his salad at lunch.

Wasei looks between the two but wrinkles his nose when he sees the red has just been sitting out in a basket. "Eww, the red's not even cold? Gimme white. With ice if you got it."

Rahim frowns. "Red wine is not supposed to be chilled." he lectures as he pulls the white from the cooler. "And no wine should be watered down with ice."

"You never heard of a spritzer? Get a little lime in there... I think it'd loosen a tightass like you up a little." He takes the glass, shuffling back from the table slightly to cross one leg over the other and sipping. "Certainly loosens mine if you know what I mean." He gives the other man a wink and takes a sip of the wine. Not bad, honestly.

"I'm... not sure that's appropriate dinner conversation..." the other returns, frowning. Before he can say much else however, or more likely be interrupted by Wasei, the chef comes over with the meals. "Ah, thank you, Camille." he responds. "I appreciate you catering for my last minute addition. You're free to leave a little early if you wish."

"Ooh, no, join us!" Wasei says as he looks up at the chef, a rather voluptuous brunette woman with glasses. "Oh, definitely join us, you're cute." Camille laughs slightly, but also notably blushes as red as her lipstick.

"Monsieur Adnan is... right, I should... really be getting off." she replies in a very sexy soft french accent, sounding fairly flattered, which Was just takes as further confirmation to continue to flirt.

"You know it's way more fun to have someone else get you off, Camille." Wasei says with a wink, swirling his glass in his hand before taking another sip. He still wishes there was ice.

"Enough." Rahim warns in a slightly menacing tone. "Please... do not speak to the staff in this way."

The chef seems to look to intervene. "Oh, no no, it is fine, Monsieur Adnan." she assures, giving Wasei a little smile, flustered rather than offended.

"Goodnight, Camille." Rahim replies pointedly, stone-faced. At that her own face drops a little and she nods, bowing her head at both of them slightly and stepping away. There's a tense atmosphere as Rahim pours half of the cream sauce in the jug between them over his steak and pushes the rest to Wasei, who peers at it but leaves it where it is.

"Huh..." he comments, looking at Rahim with his eyebrows raised. "Made things... kinda... awkward there, didn't ya..." He looks down at the food. Marbled steak, some kind of little round potatoes and spinach with some yellowish sauce. Luckily the portions don't look too huge, he guesses that's the good thing about this fancy schmancy shit. He picks up his fork hesitantly. He can't stand silence. He'd have to be alone with his thoughts, for a start. "Her voice was hot, huh? You ever bent her over the counter? Little ménage à deux?" Rahim glances up at him while cutting small bites of his steak and eating them, saying nothing but looking displeased. "Don't worry, your voice is just as hot, sexy. You got a little of an accent going on there too, what is it?"

Rahim swallowed his mouthful, still looking at Was seriously. "I grew up in Saudi Arabia." he says vaguely, waving his hand. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asks the other.

Was leans his head on his hand, propping it up at an angle with his elbow on the table. "I don't know..." he says reluctantly, poking at the meat with his fork. "It looks a little fatty."

Rahim stares at him, blinking slightly. "You... can't be serious." He watches as Was wraps a little of the spinach around his fork, holding it up and taking a trepidatious bite. It has a weird earthiness to it. He makes a face and puts the fork back down.

"Look..." he explained with a sigh. "I'm just saying, if I'm gonna break my calorie budget, I want it to be some real dirty shit, y'know, like..." He thinks for a second. Rahim looks back at him, seemingly speechless. "Ooooooh, y'know YLLW has this new burger that-"

"We are having dinner." Rahim interrupts incredulously. "That is Kobe beef steak."

"OK, OK DILF, let me stop you there." Was said, waving a hand, not liking the apparent ego this guy had about his expensive shit. "My parents are from Hyōgo." He crossed his arms. "You know what we call Kobe beef there? Beef." OK, he'd technically never been there. But he wasn't going to let that get in the way of his point.

"That... doesn't sound accurate." Rahim replies disbelievingly. "Either way, you agreed to join me for dinner." He cuts his steak again, but there's an anger to the way he saws at it, accidentally scraping the plate with an ungodly sound.

"Aaaaand you agreed to call me a bad boy and bend me over the table and spank me." Was responds, interested in the fact he seemed to finally be getting to him. "Oh no, wait... I think I imagined that." He gives a smug little bite of his lip.

Rahim practically throws his cutlery down. "I'm... I'm not sure I've ever met anyone this insolent." he says incredulously.

"Yeahhhh, most people haven't." Wasei admits casually, stretching his arms out behind his head. "Take it or leave it."

"You know I... don't really think you're going to show me the kind of obedience I was looking for..." Rahim murmurs disappointedly. "If you can't handle a simple meal with me, what use are you?"

"I'm pretty fucking good at sucking dick." Was suggests with a shrug. "Maybe that would loosen you up about your fatass steak and your roast potatoes and your dirt-tasting spinach."

"That spinach is cooked with saffron-" Rahim begins.

"I don't care if it's cooked with diamonds and Epiphany Quintana's panties, it tastes like shit." Was interjects.

"Do not interrupt me!" Rahim warns in a more threatening growl. "Eat." Wasei however, was loving having Rahim's full attention. He was too angry to be sullen with him, it seemed. Coming from someone who seemed so composed and cold it was honestly turning him on just a little.

"Hmmmmmmmmm...." he replies dramatically, as if he's actually considering it. "Nuh uh.". He gives a grin and a little shrug, and in one swift movement, Rahim was throwing his napkin down, striding over to him, and grabbing the back of his neck. Wasei gasps sharply, his heart starting to pound. "Oh... OK... now you're speaking my language." he breathes. Rahim looks down at him, and without another word, pushes him down hard so his face was planted in the meal. He lowers himself down too so his breath is practically on the back of Wasei's neck, which dials his arousal up considerably.

"Eat. It." he insists.

"OK!" Was yells out. Not because the fear was too much for him but because this whole situation was too compelling to say no. "But only because I'm... so fucking hard right now." he's only hyperbolising a little, he's certainly getting there. Rahim grips his neck tighter, grounding him more roughly against the plate as a warning. The steak is right in front of him. So he reaches out, and finally takes a bite, taking it into his mouth and chewing slowly. It's... good, admittedly. Maybe if he could bring himself to just be honest about it, he could actually get some positive attention instead of negative. But... he loves where his continual pushing back has taken him to, pinned to the plate by his neck. He wasn't kidding about how horny it made him. He wants more punishment.

"Well?" Rahim asks pointedly as soon as he swallows.

"Meh..." Wasei he replies, looking up at Rahim as best as he can with a grin. "Y'know I don't think that's Kobe beef." He starts to break into a giggle as he speaks. "Think you got ripped of with regular old Wagyu."

For a split second, Rahim looks genuinely shocked at his rudeness, raising back up to standing height with his hand still around the back of the other's neck, eyes wide. But then everything spins as he lifts Wasei's head up and then slams it back down with a frustrated growl into the plate. "Your ungratefulness..." he hisses, then lifts and slams again. "Is INTOLERABLE."

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah, do that again rich boy." Was moans out, and it seems he's finally getting his way, as Rahim does exactly that, with another slam that shatters the porcelain into shards, some sticking in his face and drawing blood, the sting of which has always had an endless appeal to him. He doesn't recall anyone hurting him this good, since...

Well, since Stefan.

Actually...

Even this isn't the same as being hurt with careful, precise cuts that the doctor would stitch up when they were done. Telling him he was doing so good, that he was an interesting specimen, thanking him for co-operating. That was so much more interesting a form of affection to him than boring shit like kisses and holding hands. Was would always be a masochist, he would always crave the extreme side of that. But someone who would take care of him as they hurt him? That was a rare find in this world. He's not sure anyone will ever measure up to that. Tears spike the corners of his eyes. He has to focus on how horny he is or he'll actually get sad, and no-one fucking wants that.

"This is supposed to be your punishment." Rahim points out. "I invite you to dinner, I show you nothing but hospitality, and this?" He punctuates his words with more slams of Was's face into the table, the cuts increasing, the blood smearing and Was growing so hard the friction in his jeans with each shift of his body is starting to get him off. "THIS. YOU. LIKE?!!" He can't seem to stop though, even when he's stopped talking he continues to slam Was into the remains of his plate and the hard wooden table like a rag doll. Over and over and over again.

"Keep... it... up..." Was moans out through the pain, his insides burning and his head absolutely spinning as his vision grows blurry and darkens around the edges. "I think I'm... gonna cum..."

But this isn't la petite mort.

This is just la mort.

End note: Yep, Wasei is now canonically dead in the Sadistic by Nature universe. The good news is, these fics are not in order so we may see him again!

#tw eating issues #tw eating disorder #tw violence #tw death #oc: wasei tsuki #oc: rahim adnan #human nature (murder sim)#human nature #murder sim ocs #visual novel ocs

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