Na. [ is all it says, throwing it's bitty arms up and out. ] I did, and I intend to do just that. [ or his best, anyway, since that's all he can feasibly do here without all of his real abilities, although alcheme!'s aren't too bad. he's been enjoying them. ] Let me apologize for giving you quite the scare. [ kisses the corner of his lips, and then his cheeks, and then leans over to his ear and nips at it. ]
[ It feels ridiculous to be open about how much he'd care. Dottore is still Dottore, after all. But it's always easy to fall into his embrace, to want and need him, and now that he has him back ... he doesn't want to lose him. There's a soft, pleased noise at the attention, and his hand reaches for him while his other keeps its hold on the aranara ]
[ dottore chuckles into the shell of his ear, walking him further back into the baritones receiving room. ] Let's go to your room. I had FiN modify my Mannequins so they're more useful, and then I had gotten a bunch of these plushies in Fanmail, so I thought I might give one to you. However, that same FiN refused to add any weaponry to any of... friends. I'm quite annoyed about that. I don't see why that's such a problem, but that simply means I have to do it myself.
[ nods. ] Exactly. He's a little stronger than a mere plush though, so he can carry things for you, but... hahaha. [ loops an arm around his waist. ] I know. What if I were to need protection? My mannequins are just as defenseless as me. [ don't mind the smile he's trying to hold back. ]
[ dottore grins like a giant asshole. ] I could pretend to be... I wonder what moronic boob would believe that. [ sets a hand on scaramouche's hip. ] Do you want to see me on the more... defenseless side? [ moves his hand to his back and starts trailing his fingers up and down his spine. ] I wouldn't mind pulling a few strings and doing a little something so you could have your fun. It could be an interesting... experiment.
[ there's a pleased hum at the gesture and question. It would be an interesting experiment but would it really be real when Dottore is agreeing to it, just like that? ]
You'd really let me have all that power over you? I didn't know you trusted me so much, Doctor.
Go ahead. I'd like to see how you do it and I wouldn't mind meeting Lady Death... although we'd have to find a way to keep it from our units, because it would probably look bad because of our alliance. [ maybe. their unitmates may not care about their weird murder kinks. ]
[ oh ... oh... this is so tempting. There's something incredibly hot about the thought of killing Dottore - knowing he'd come back for him. ]
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You said you wanted to see my heart too. Aaah ... if we were back home it'd be no problem to open my chest open and let you see it without dying. I wonder if we should both just kill each other at different times and see what happen. I could record what happens to your body.
You’re making it impossible to want to resist. [ which is kind of why he isn’t… the thought of getting to see how this new body ticks, all corrupted, is a chance he doesn’t really want to pass up on… and then getting to put Scaramouche under the knife again. yes please. ]
[ dottore grabs scaramouche’s arm and takes off his hat, pulling it around the two of them and hastily transporting them to his room. ] To my lab. [ he moves out from underneath scara and heads towards a mirror, stepping through. ]
[ THAT'S RIGHT, HE HAS A LAB NOW. It's dangerous, because it's where he spent countless hours. And where he's been at his weakest under Dottore's touches ]
[ dottore sets a hand on scaramouche’s back and walks him through the labrythine to the actual lab, which should look more familiar - tables and test tubes and other strange and horrible devices. ] Now that’s something we should decide… and we may eve have to prepare. We both want to enjoy this, right… [ he picks up Scaramouche and sets him down on the lab table, setting a hand to one side and leaning in closely. ] Now… do you want me to look inside you [ he purrs, bringing a hand to his chest and roughly stroking it southward until he’s palming his dick. ] Or do you want to look inside me?
[ he's reaching over for him, hand going to the back of his neck as he rocks his hip into his hand - already half-hard just at the thought of doing this. He's always been fucked up after all ]
I —
want to take a look inside you first. I want to see — the look on your face as I cut you up, how your inside looks. You're not a normal human after all.
[ dottore's not surprised that scaramouche is interested in splitting him apart and digging around in him first. he had torn him apart time and time again in the past, so this will be the first time scaramouche gets the honor of doing so, and dottore has no problem indulging him, especially because he'd like to see how this stupid place has changed him. he gets the feeling he's not his 'normal' self... and he hadn't been normal from the start, so... ~experiment. ] No, I'm not, and I'm even further from a human now. I wonder how the production has changed me. And if you end up killing me, then I'll change even more. Won't that be exciting?
[ dottore climbs onto the table, removing his hand and replacing it with his own clothed erection, grinding down onto scaramouche, so he can feel how hard that comment made him. ]
[ He really must be just as bad as Dottore is if the thought of opening him up, just like he has done to him countless times before, is turning him on tot his degree. Maybe it's the power behind something like that, or just the thought of messing with him in nthe same way. But it's impossible to deny how much he's into it, into the idea of experimenting with him - and as Dottore starts grinding against him in earnest he uses his hold on him to grind back against him, not really caring about clothes being in the way ]
I'll document all of it. I'll make sure I won't miss any detail. You'd want to know even if you do die, right? Aah ... I bet you'd love all those notes and records.
[ ngl, dottore seems to like it more with the clothes on. it feels a little bit... taboo. like, they shouldn't be doing this sort of thing. ] How about we get all the prep work done so it's all ready for next time? But, yes, I expect a bunch of notes on everything that happens. If I die... my dear Kamrava, I want to die, so you better make the most of the time you have me alive... and then I suppose you can do whatever with my body while you have it before Lady Death takes it. Make sure to document all of that too. I wonder... will you stay with me?
Haha ... you say that like you want me to fuck your dead body. I don't know if I'm as sick as you, Dottore.
[ isn't he? He's still getting off the thought of cutting him open and killing him. Grinding against him with clothes on might keep an unnecessary layer between them, but just like Dottore, he does seem to enjoy it more - the idea that this is something quick and dirty they're doing now, without being able to resist, making it all the more appealing ]
Hahahehe! I don't think most people are as depraved as I am, so I couldn't ask you to do something like that, but I do want you to stay with me, and you may do whatever you like to my body while it's in your care... just make sure to document each and every little thing.
[ dottore groans as they continue grinding against each other, removing his mask and casting it aside. ] So how will you do it, how are you going to kill me?
[ he's going to bring his hand to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss - heated and needy as his movements starts becoming more erratic - making it clear he's getting close ]
I want - I want to strangle you. I want to see the air leave your lungs, I want to see the way you'll look as the airflow is cut off from you. I want to see pretty signs around your neck ...
And then after - after I can open you up to see how different you are on the inside.
[ dottore returns the kiss, the heated friction between them helping him to edge closer and closer to his own climax. he shivers, sharp teeth flashing scara with a smile as he talks about choking him. dottore reaches for his hands, bringing them to his neck. ] ...so you want to squeeze my neck so hard it leaves a couple of marks? Hnhnhaha. Go ahead then, my little doll, sap the air from my lungs and leave your marks.
[ My little doll. There's something incredibly appealing about Dottore calling him that - he should hate it, but he loves it. He's always loved hearing him call him his doll.
He should think this through carefully - this is, after all, a terrible idea. Increasing the hold hell has on the both of them is not going to go well, and there's the matter of their alliance. But this is consensual, so it's no one business but theirs.
And Childe's, he supposes, once it's his turn.
But for now it's not, and he starts squeezing on Dottore's neck, looking at him, paying close attention to his breathing. And then he starts laughing - because this is just incredible. After so many times he's been on the receiving end of his special attentions, it really is his time to kill him ]
Ha ... hahah! Just like that, you're really a human after all. You can die just like one. Aaah ... you look so beautiful like this.
[ He's not stopping grinding against him, and there, just as he's squeezing on his neck as hard as he can, he finally comes, right in his pants ]
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Good. You're not allowed to leave.
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You did say you'll protect me.
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That's better.
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[ once they are in his room, he's going to put down the Aranara so he can grab Dottore's shirt and tug him toward his bed ]
Even though you paid for it? How annoying.
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[ once they are on the bed he'll push Dottore there so he can sit on his lap and keep his arms around his neck ]
You could be stripped of everything and you still wouldn't be defenseless.
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You'd really let me have all that power over you? I didn't know you trusted me so much, Doctor.
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You said you wanted to see my heart too. Aaah ... if we were back home it'd be no problem to open my chest open and let you see it without dying. I wonder if we should both just kill each other at different times and see what happen. I could record what happens to your body.
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[ dottore grabs scaramouche’s arm and takes off his hat, pulling it around the two of them and hastily transporting them to his room. ] To my lab. [ he moves out from underneath scara and heads towards a mirror, stepping through. ]
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Well well ... look at how nice this place looks.
So which will it be? Are you doing it first?
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I —
want to take a look inside you first. I want to see — the look on your face as I cut you up, how your inside looks. You're not a normal human after all.
I want it - so bad, Alpha—
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[ dottore climbs onto the table, removing his hand and replacing it with his own clothed erection, grinding down onto scaramouche, so he can feel how hard that comment made him. ]
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I'll document all of it. I'll make sure I won't miss any detail. You'd want to know even if you do die, right? Aah ... I bet you'd love all those notes and records.
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[ isn't he? He's still getting off the thought of cutting him open and killing him. Grinding against him with clothes on might keep an unnecessary layer between them, but just like Dottore, he does seem to enjoy it more - the idea that this is something quick and dirty they're doing now, without being able to resist, making it all the more appealing ]
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[ dottore groans as they continue grinding against each other, removing his mask and casting it aside. ] So how will you do it, how are you going to kill me?
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I want - I want to strangle you. I want to see the air leave your lungs, I want to see the way you'll look as the airflow is cut off from you. I want to see pretty signs around your neck ...
And then after - after I can open you up to see how different you are on the inside.
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He should think this through carefully - this is, after all, a terrible idea. Increasing the hold hell has on the both of them is not going to go well, and there's the matter of their alliance. But this is consensual, so it's no one business but theirs.
And Childe's, he supposes, once it's his turn.
But for now it's not, and he starts squeezing on Dottore's neck, looking at him, paying close attention to his breathing. And then he starts laughing - because this is just incredible. After so many times he's been on the receiving end of his special attentions, it really is his time to kill him ]
Ha ... hahah! Just like that, you're really a human after all. You can die just like one. Aaah ... you look so beautiful like this.
[ He's not stopping grinding against him, and there, just as he's squeezing on his neck as hard as he can, he finally comes, right in his pants ]
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