[ 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 ]
[ as soon as scaramouche starts squeezing his neck, digging his fingers in and beginning to cut the air off to his lungs, dottore takes breathing a bit more seriously… slowing down and making the most of the air he can get, at least for now. eventually though, he starts to pale, his red eyes bulging just a bit as he gasps now and then, trying to take in more… but the tight grip scara has on his airway prevents him from getting too much, even when he’s actively trying. his body jumps beneath him, trembling as dottore has to fight the urge to throw scara off… though he does claw at his back more out of instinct than anything. ]
[ he thrashes beneath him, tears forming in his eyes as he tries to focus on how Scara is grinding into him… but it’s a bit hard when his brain is short circuiting. he chokes out some kind of wet laugh, feeling the sudden moisture soaking through scara’s pants and onto his own from his climax. ]
[ hot, so fucken hot, … ]
[ he opens his mouth to him, because there’s more than one way you could choke him, scara. ]
[ it really is too hot, and he's feeling almost high with the exhilaration of it all. He sees Dottore part his lips for him and he doesn't hesitate to kiss him, rough, definitely meant to take his breath away.
He could force his cock down his throat, maybe, but he doesn't want to stop this. So instead he keeps kissing him like that - needy and heated before he pulls back and blurts out ]
[ it’s a good think he’s somewhat delirious right now, because he would not know what to make of that confession. he hears it, so it’ll be something to consider later, but for right now he has his breath stolen - spots dotting his vision as it swims and he feels himself start to slip out of consciousness. ]
[ he'll pretend he never said that once he's off his high. But for now, he's too eager and focused on strangling Dottore - the thought of seeing him dye by his hands too exciting to ignore ]
Aaah ... I wonder what new corruption you'll gain for me.
[ Scaramouche manages to successfully choke him to death, whatever spark he had behind his eyes completely gone in the next couple of minutes as his body goes limp beneath him. ]
[ going to stay with him until he’s back, continue choking a corpse, …if nothing else he should probably clean up. ]
[ oh he's going to enjoy his time with his dead body. He said he would study him and take notes - and he does. Fortunately they're already in Dottore's lab, so making a mess isn't that big of a deal. He will carry him to the lab bed, and then open him up, tear him apart to study each new part and making sure to write everything down for Dottore. He'll even take pictures, since he knows he'd want them.
[ he’s going to be sitting with his mangled corpse for some time… but eventually it’ll disappear, probably shouldn’t have blinked, and scara will be waiting alone. after enough time has passed he’ll get dumped back into his room, so he can wander back in the lab. he feels like shit, but he knows scara is around here somewhere. ]
[ He doesn't know if he should have left once the corpse disappeared. He at least cleaned himself and the lab once Dottore's corpse disappeared, but both staying and leaving just felt wrong. He doesn't know why he's feeling so messed up after the fact, when he wanted this so badly, but he does. So when Dottore does show up, there's some sense of relief ]
It does take some time for Lady Death to come collect the corpses you know. [ his lips quirk in a smile. ] You must have missed me quite a bit, hm? [ he crosses the space between them and sets a hand on his head, combing his fingers through his hair. ] Tell me, how much did you learn from picking me apart? Did you have fun?
[ he was about to say he didn't miss him, that he can drop dead again and he won't care - but then Dottore sets his hand on his head and the words die in his mouth immediately ]
I had fun. I took pictures and notes for you. Your body has definitely gone through some changes here.
I look forward to reading through everything you’ve put together for me… [ he grips his hair and yanks his head back, leaning down to kiss the dead center of his neck. ] But we’re not finished. I never did get to finish… [ he sucks a mark into his skin, his other hand looping around his middle, so that he can tug him flush against him. ] We need to figure out what kind of new corruption I got besides… [ scara will feel one of his tentacles gliding up his leg, coyly brushing at his crotch as soon as it gets high enough. ]
[ there's a surprised noise as he yanks his head back, but he's clearly fine with it - and a moan leaves his lips as the tentacles brushes against him ]
…what can I say, Rava, this sort of thing turns me on. [ he probably should chill though, because he likely will end up passing out if he keeps exerting himself like this. ] And perhaps I missed you too. [ he trails a hand down his front. ] And I’m interested to hear all about what you did to me while I was gone.
Join me for a bath, won’t you, I need to get the stench of the other hell off of myself. [ the tentacle doesn’t draw back in the slightest, instead coiling around the length of his cock to give him a few strokes. ] But i am eager to get my hands all over you. [ tentacles too. ]
[ as if he could ever deny him. That's the core of the issue, isn't it. He can't get enough of this man no matter how sick it feels sometimes. No matter how crazy he gets.
There's another moan at the touch of Dottore and that tentacle, and he rocks his hips toward him, his own hand moving to his pants ]
And I thought I was the only one who kept getting turned on like this. Did you enjoy letting me kill you? Aah ... I wonder what your last thoughts were.
Not at all. I half wish that I had been inside you when you killed me. I’m certain feeling you come would have sent me over the edge right before I died. [ and that would have been the perfect end to him. ] I liked seeing how much you enjoyed it, having somebody’s life in your hands and feeling it slip away because of something you were doing. So much power… to be able to decide if they live or die with one single squeeze.
[ he picks him up, the tentacle withdrawing, but only so it can slip in between his legs and start prodding at his asshole. ] My last thoughts… [ he kisses the corner of his mouth, grinning sharply. ] Oh, I wonder… [ he starts trying to ease the tentacle into him. ] Your little confession to me may be it.
[ The yelp he lets out is either because Dottore did not miss that detail, or because of the tentacle prodding and pushing into him. Maybe both - Dottore can never prove on or the other. He doesn't answer immediately - instead he keeps his arms around him and slowly rolls his hips into that tentacle, trying to entice it further ]
...oh, [ dottore keeps his mouth pressed against the side of scara's head, so he can feel how his smile broadens. he doesn't know for which thing he's making all of these wonderful sounds - surprised because he heard or breathless because he's fucking him - but the reason, itself, isn't important. he'll just go ahead and assume it's both. ] you weren't thinking clearly? [ he keeps the tentacle teasing his rim, refusing to fuck him properly. ] Does that mean you're not going to say it again then? [ he wouldn't be surprised if scara wasn't thinking clearly... because love... ridiculous. ]
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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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[ he thrashes beneath him, tears forming in his eyes as he tries to focus on how Scara is grinding into him… but it’s a bit hard when his brain is short circuiting. he chokes out some kind of wet laugh, feeling the sudden moisture soaking through scara’s pants and onto his own from his climax. ]
[ hot, so fucken hot, … ]
[ he opens his mouth to him, because there’s more than one way you could choke him, scara. ]
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He could force his cock down his throat, maybe, but he doesn't want to stop this. So instead he keeps kissing him like that - needy and heated before he pulls back and blurts out ]
I love you.
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Aaah ... I wonder what new corruption you'll gain for me.
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[ going to stay with him until he’s back, continue choking a corpse, …if nothing else he should probably clean up. ]
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And then, well. And then he'll just wait. ]
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Kamrava?
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You took your time.
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I had fun. I took pictures and notes for you. Your body has definitely gone through some changes here.
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You just came back and you're so eager already...
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Join me for a bath, won’t you, I need to get the stench of the other hell off of myself. [ the tentacle doesn’t draw back in the slightest, instead coiling around the length of his cock to give him a few strokes. ] But i am eager to get my hands all over you. [ tentacles too. ]
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There's another moan at the touch of Dottore and that tentacle, and he rocks his hips toward him, his own hand moving to his pants ]
And I thought I was the only one who kept getting turned on like this. Did you enjoy letting me kill you? Aah ... I wonder what your last thoughts were.
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[ he picks him up, the tentacle withdrawing, but only so it can slip in between his legs and start prodding at his asshole. ] My last thoughts… [ he kisses the corner of his mouth, grinning sharply. ] Oh, I wonder… [ he starts trying to ease the tentacle into him. ] Your little confession to me may be it.
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[ The yelp he lets out is either because Dottore did not miss that detail, or because of the tentacle prodding and pushing into him. Maybe both - Dottore can never prove on or the other. He doesn't answer immediately - instead he keeps his arms around him and slowly rolls his hips into that tentacle, trying to entice it further ]
I wasn't — thinking clearly.
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