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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Shin_Megami_Tensei:_Devil_Summoner
  Relationship:
      Kuzunoha_Raidou/Leanan_Sidhe
  Character:
      Kuzunoha_Raido, Leanan_Sidhe, Gouto-douji
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-08-05 Words: 2969
****** 'Caning' for Kink Bingo ******
by Miko
Summary
     Who knew skipping school could be as dangerous as going to Dark
     Tokyo?
The piles of paper fluttered gently, held in place by heavy paperweights
despite the breeze coming in from the window. Raidou propped his elbows on the
desk and sighed, looking at the seemingly endless stacks. Trust Narumi to find
an excuse to leave the filing for him to do. There was so much of it; the older
man must not have filed a single thing since Raidou had started working for
him.
Not that Raidou had anything better to do. Things had been quiet since he'd
defeated that Red Cape. People were already starting to believe the whole thing
had been some kind of bizarre mass hallucination. It was amazing what humans
could convince themselves of, really. But it left Raidou without any footwork
to do for the moment, and he was bored.
"If you don't feel like dealing with paperwork, there is another option," Gouto
commented, jumping up onto the desk. He sat and licked at one paw, his ears
flicking nonchalantly, but Raidou could tell the cat was watching him
carefully.
Raidou raised an eyebrow at his - partner? familiar? he still wasn't sure - and
waited. If he played along by asking, Gouto would only draw it out. Gouto might
not be a normal cat, but he was definitely a cat nonetheless.
Heaving a sigh, Gouto finally gave it up as a bad cause. "Oh, all right. Since
you're too dense to figure it out for yourself. School." Raidou blinked, taken
aback, and Gouto's whiskers pointed forward in a smug cat smile. "Yes, that's
right, school. That place you're supposed to go on weekdays now that summer is
over? That fancy uniform of yours isn't just for attracting the ladies, you
know."
Raidou snorted. When exactly had he been attracting any girls? He was too busy
chasing down demons in Dark Tokyo to bother with that sort of thing. School was
even more of a waste of his time than dating. What could they possibly teach
him that would be useful to the fourteenth Raidou?
Still, Gouto had a point that it would be something to do other than paperwork.
And he probably ought to at least put in an appearance once in a while, or
they'd expel him and then he'd have more problems. He had to keep up some thin
facade of being normal, or people would start asking too many questions he
couldn't answer.
Sighing again, he pushed away from the desk and turned to hunt down his school
bag. He hesitated over his weapons, but finally unbuckled the belt and laid the
sword and gun on the desk. He still had his summoning tubes in the unlikely
event that he encountered a demon on this side of reality, and the weapons
weren't exactly standard school issue.
At least at the school itself, he didn't have to worry about being attacked.
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"Perhaps things were done differently in your last school, Kuzunoha, but at
this academy we expect a certain level of commitment from our students."
Raidou kept his eyes lowered submissively, hands at his side as he held the
slight bow. He could track the headmaster's movement by watching the man's feet
pace back and forth in front of him, and the shifting shadows betrayed the
expansive gestures the man was making. Raidou was astonished just how worked up
the man was getting. All because he'd missed a week of school?
"Our students are some of the best in the city, and we take that very
seriously," the headmaster continued, his deep voice resonating with
disapproval. "We rely on each and every student to do his part to help keep
that reputation spotless. We cannot have our pupils chasing about the city with
no regard for the rules, attending classes only when it suits them. Is that
clear?"
Cautiously Raidou looked up, and opened his mouth to agree that he understood.
The headmaster scowled and made a chopping gesture as if to physically cut him
off. "No, I don't want to hear your excuses," the man said. "Take some
responsibility, Kuzunoha, don't try to worm your way out of it."
Meekly Raidou returned his eyes to the floor, though inwardly he was calling
the man several very uncomplimentary names. He'd never made excuses for his
failures in his life. If he were that sort, he'd never have earned the title of
Raidou. But trying to argue would only look like he was proving the man right
about him.
"Now. I understand your circumstances are... somewhat exceptional," the
headmaster continued. "I know that you are an orphan, and that you have special
permission to have a job. In no way does that excuse you from your obligations
to the school. However, in light of that, I am prepared to grant you one more
chance. Are you willing to commit to attending all your classes in the future?"
Relieved that he wasn't going to be expelled after all, Raidou nodded silently.
Finding another school, especially one willing to take him with no records and
grant him an exception to the rule against having a job, would have been
incredibly trying. He'd just have to figure out some way to keep his
investigations from interfering with his class schedule.
If only he could politely ask the demons to hold off attacking or kidnapping
anyone except on weekends and school holidays. Yeah, right. At least he didn't
have to worry about cram school or a sports club commitment.
"Very well. It'll be six of the best, I think, to impress upon you just how
serious we consider this offence. Bend over the desk." The headmaster gestured
at a wooden desk placed in one corner, which Raidou had always assumed was for
those serving detention. He blinked in incomprehension, and the headmaster made
an impatient noise as he picked up a curved-handled cane that had been sitting
on his blotter. "Don't be insolent, Kuzunoha, or I'll add a stroke for keeping
me waiting. Hurry on, now."
After another moment of incredulous staring, Raidou finally accepted that the
man intended to beat him. The idea was ludicrous. One portly, aging old man
with a cane, inflicting corporal punishment on a Raidou? For missing school
while he was out hunting demons so the innocents of the city could go safely
about their lives?
It was all he could do to keep himself from laughing in the man's face. Only
the strong will and discipline that had allowed him to earn his title kept his
face impassive, and he bent over the desk without a word. Without needing to be
told he flipped the back of his cape and jacket up out of the way, arranging
them carefully so the holsters with his summoning tubes weren't revealed. The
teachers had never commented on them, but he didn't want to draw attention to
them now.
The headmaster lined up behind him, and Raidou steadied himself by gripping the
edges of the desk. The whistling of air past the flexible cane warned him that
the first strike was coming, and he braced himself.
The headmaster wasn't sparing him at all, he could tell that much. It stung and
burned, like the cane had been enhanced by an agi spell. Raidou grunted and his
hands tightened on the edge of the desk. Not from pain, but from restraining
his reflexive reaction. His instincts were screaming at him that he was being
attacked, and that he needed to deal with his attacker. He was now very
grateful that he'd left his sword and gun at the agency, or he might have done
something inexcusable without meaning to.
The second strike landed, and this time he managed not to make a sound.
Adrenalin raced through his system, his body going into overdrive as it readied
him for a battle that he had no intention of fighting. Raidou fought to keep
his breathing slow and steady, reminding himself over and over that it was a
human striking him, not a demon.
The third stroke landed in the same place as the first, redoubling the pain and
burning there. His buttocks throbbed, and he could imagine that to an innocent
schoolboy unfamiliar with pain it would be the worst kind of hell imaginable.
He'd been hurt far worse than this dealing with demons, but that hardly meant
he was enjoying this.
Except that an odd thing happened as the fourth stroke fell. Perhaps because he
was depriving it of its natural reaction, or perhaps because for once he was at
the receiving end of pain without it being a life or death situation; whatever
the reason, his body began to react in a different way. Raidou's eyes went
wide, and his breath hissed out between his teeth as his cock throbbed in time
with the welts on his backside.
He'd experienced something like this a few times before in easy battles, when
the thrill of the fight - sometimes compounded by the effects of a charm spell
or two - made his heart pound and the blood rush through his veins in a way
that was far more pleasant than painful. Then he'd been able to distract
himself with the simple fact that taking his attention off the battle was as
good as presenting his throat to the demons. Now, there was nothing for him to
fight, nothing for him to focus on except what was happening to him.
The fifth blow landed, a little harder than the others. Raidou's breathing was
growing a touch ragged, and he felt lightheaded. The sixth blow was hardest of
all, and dizzily Raidou wondered if his lack of outward reaction was irritating
the headmaster. Probably by now a normal boy would have been crying from pain.
For a moment the headmaster remained poised behind him, and Raidou wondered if
the man was planning to keep going until he did get a reaction. Perhaps Raidou
should fake the appropriate response if he did continue. It would sting his
pride, but the sooner this was over, the better.
Thankfully it didn't come to that. The headmaster lowered the cane and stepped
away. "There, now. I hope this will serve as a valuable lesson to you,
Kuzunoha. I don't want to hear of you missing classes again, is that
understood?"
Raidou nodded, straightening and tugging his jacket and cape back into
position. He kept his head down, more so the man wouldn't see the look in his
eyes than out of a proper attitude of submission and servility. He bowed, and
turned to go.
Striding through the halls, he was grateful that the cape was long enough to
hide the way his pants were stretched tight across the bulge of his erection.
He kept his face impassive, but his fists were clenched tight under the cape
with the effort it took to keep that perfect control.
"Well, that wasn't so bad," Gouto commented, trotting along at his heels.
Raidou glanced down, not for the first time wondering if the cat could make
himself invisible or something. He certainly hadn't seen his partner in the
headmaster's room, and nobody seemed to be paying attention to him now. "You'd
better do something about that, though," the cat continued, blithely ignoring
Raidou's glare. "Those stripes will last for a week, and you don't want them
hampering you in battle."
The twinkle in his eye told Raidou that Gouto was well aware of the other
effect of the caning, but thankfully the sometimes irritating cat kept his
mouth shut about it.
The moment he was alone in the hall, Raidou ducked into a tiny janitor's closet
and shut the door behind him, 'locking' it by wedging a heavy box up against
it. In the dim light of the single, bare bulb, he pressed himself face-first
against the cool cinderblock wall and just let himself breathe for a moment.
His backside felt like it must be glowing bright enough to provide a second
light source, but the worst of the pain had subsided. Gouto was right that it
was enough to slow him down in a fight, though, and that couldn't be allowed.
He selected one of the glowing tubes in the holders across his chest, and
positioned his hands. Murmuring the words of the chant beneath his breath,
Raidou focused on the demon he wanted to summon. He was getting much faster at
summoning as he gained more practice, at least, and in seconds a Leanan Sidhe
appeared before him.
"Oh? What's this? Poor little Raidou, did you get in trouble at school?" she
cooed, batting her eyes at him. Beneath the outward expression of sympathy
there was a glitter of dark amusement, and Raidou sighed. He supposed it was
too much to expect his demons not to be smug about the situation. He'd lost
face, and that sort of thing was important to them.
"Don't worry," she continued, sweeping her long hair back over her shoulder and
smirking at him. "I'll make it all better for you. Can't have you going to
class in that state, can we? Hold still, darling."
Raidou closed his eyes against the bright flash of magic that was coming, and
waited for the familiar tingling rush of the diarama spell. Instead the next
thing he knew a warm, lithe body was pressed up against him.
His eyes flew open, but his automatic protest was rendered incoherent by her
lips pressed tight to his. Even standing on the ground she was at least a full
foot taller than him, and he was trapped between her supple body and the solid
wall. He could have struggled, but she wasn't hurting him and he didn't want to
make her angry.
His mouth was occupied, but he - gods, she was good with her tongue, who knew
there were that many erotically sensitive places in a person's mouth? With an
effort Raidou forced himself to focus. His mouth was occupied, but he didn't
actually need the chant to dismiss a demon, it just helped. He lifted his hand
to make the gesture of dismissal, but froze when she brazenly slid a hand into
the front of his pants and wrapped slender fingers around his cock.
Suddenly it took all his concentration just to remember how to breathe. Vaguely
Raidou was aware that he was clutching at her shoulders, his head tilted back
to better meet her kiss, hips rocking in time with her strokes on his cock. Her
wonderful, amazing, talented fingers were doing things to him that should have
been considered the darkest sort of magic, because they utterly erased his
ability to think. He was reduced to a living, breathing set of nerves,
quivering helplessly with pleasure.
Then he was shuddering with pain as well, and he gave a tiny, undignified yelp
against her mouth as she traced the nails of her other hand over the welts on
his ass. He wasn't sure just when she'd dropped his pants, and didn't really
care. The added stimulation pushed him right over the edge, and he came harder
than he ever had before in his life.
He lost track of the world for a minute or two, and when he came back to
himself he found he was sitting on the floor, slumped over against the wall,
panting. Feeling dazed, he looked up to see the Leanan Sidhe floating in the
air again, not a hair out of place but her smug expression wider than ever. "So
long, Raidou darling," she crooned. "Do call on me again, next time you need...
help." Her smile became a wicked smirk, and she vanished.
For a long moment Raidou simply couldn't move, feeling drained and limp with
the force of his orgasm. After a moment he realized that it didn't hurt to be
sitting down, and when he cautiously shifted he discovered that the pain from
the headmaster's beating had vanished completely. She had healed him then, at
least.
A soft cough drew his attention to the corner, and his cheeks flamed as he
realized that Gouto was still sitting there. The cat was industriously washing
himself, seemingly paying no attention whatsoever to what was going on around
him, but Raidou could hear a soft, rumbling purr that sounded more like a
chuckle. With an effort he picked up a nearby clump of cleaning rags and tossed
them at his partner.
Gouto looked up, and now his laughter was more audible. "Don't take it out on
me, I'm not the one who was foolish enough to summon a seductive-type demon
while in that state," he said smugly. "Of course she took advantage. What did
you expect?"
Raidou groaned as he realized Gouto was right. That had been a singularly
foolish thing to do, but the Leanan Sidhe was his primary healer and he hadn't
given it a second thought.
Ah, well. No harm done. Though he might end up blushing the next few times he
summoned her, and she was undoubtedly bragging to the other demons about her
'conquest' of their summoner even now. No lasting harm, then. He was healed,
his other problem was also taken care of, and now he just needed to find the
energy to get to class before someone realized he'd been gone far longer than
the headmaster would have kept him.
"Don't feel too bad," Gouto said as Raidou hauled himself to his feet and
started straightening his uniform. "It could have been much worse." When Raidou
raised an eyebrow at him, Gouto coughed to smother another chuckle. "Think
about who else you might have summoned for that healing spell."
Raidou did a quick inventory of the demons he was carrying, and blanched. Gouto
was right, it could have been much worse.
The only other demon with a dia-type spell he currently had with him was the
Incubus.
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