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. ]
[ Shit. He hates the line of questioning, but he hates that Dottore isn't fucking him properly even more. There's a noise of frustration as he keeps moving, trying his best to keep matters into his own hands - but he is being held by Dottore, after all ]
Why — do you care? Like you want to hear me say it again.
[ dottore classifies his own feelings for scaramouche as obsession. he never considered it could be anything more. and even if things did teeter into that territory it would never be reciprocated, because why would it be. scaramouche was beautiful, beyond perfection, and the both of them know full well that he could have and would have anything he wanted, so... why... ] Because. [ he grits his teeth, several other tentacles sprouting out of his back as his anger and jealousy spike. ]
[ perhaps now would be the perfect time to kill scaramouche, so he doesn't have to continue considering all these possibilities. it's all a joke anyway, no one and no thing could love him. ] I don't want to hear it again. [ that's a lie, but to prevent scaramouche from going ahead and saying it, or giving him any kind of retort, he shoves onto of the tentacles into his mouth. ]
[ It's one think for him to say Dottore doesn't want to hear it, it's another for Dottore to do it. Does HE want to say it again? No, his feelings for Dottore are complicated and always will be - it's not something as clear cut as with Childe. He's not stupid, he knows this isn't how things should be and he knows that ultimately this is twisted and harmful.
But is love always beautiful and warm, like with Childe?
Either way, it stings to hear Dottore say it, but he can't protest - not when another tentacles is shoved into his mouth. There's just a few moments of protest, like he wants to pull back, but in the end he still sucks on that tentacle, his eyes looking ad Dottore like he's challenging him ]
[ dottore doesn't want to hear it because it's just going to bite him in the ass, like everything always does when it comes to feelings. he doesn't look at scaramouche, but instead just tries to choke him on the tentacle he's forced in his mouth. if he's choking them he can't spout more lies. he can't pretend he feels anything real for him. ] ... [ but his anger subsides and all he feels is hurt. he withdraws the tentacle and drops scaramouche onto the examination table. ] It's not real.
[ He's certainly chocking on the tentacle, just like he wanted. But it's fine, that's the sort of thing they do - that's how it needs to be. So he moans around it, and even chases it with his tongue once Dottore pulls it out and drops him on the table ]
... What a reaction.
Aren't I the one who should say that? This is backwards. I'm the one who kept following you like a stupid little duckling.
[ dottore turns his back to scaramouche and laughs. in his desperation he did whatever he could to keep scaramouche following him like that 'stupid little duckling'. he needed him to get attached, because then, maybe, he wouldn't feel so crazy for wanting that too. ] Shutup. [ he finally snaps back with a hiss. ] ...you don't [ he turns back again, intent on telling scaramouche that he doesn't love him, but he can't get the word out. ] ...you just think you do. You're confused. [ says the most confused man on the planet. ]
[ oh. This is about the last thing he ever expected from Dottore. And maybe it's the first time he realizes that maybe he has a heart after all. It's ... odd. And different from what he pictures him as. It's even more confusing than his own feelings.
So he sits up, bringing a hand over one of those tentacles to caress them gently ]
Now this is a conversation I never thought we'd need to have. How strange. But it really does bother you.
...it's your fault for bringing feelings into a relationship where they definitely don't belong. [ and maybe dottore's jealous of scaramouche's lack of a heart, because he didn't think he'd have to deal with shit like this, but apparently that's not true at all, and the little puppet feels just as much if not more than he does. he should have ripped his own heart out when he had the chance. he already made dozens of modifications to himself, so why hadn't he ever just taken it out and hidden it away? or crushed it... ] Why did you say it?
I don't know. Maybe it's like you said and I'm confused. I'm not stupid enough to think this is how love should be. I just killed you and asked you to do the same. We get off on that sort of stuff.
But I felt like saying it. Why does it bother you?
[ scaramouche's explanation doesn't make him feel any better about any of this. it seems to confuse him more. and maybe it bothers him because it hurts more than he's willing to admit. ] Because I'm a monster, and you don't love monsters. You hate them, you fear them, and you... keep them at arm's length so they don't devour you...
[ dottore grabs scaramouche's face and squeezes his cheeks. ] Tartaglia is a human and you are a puppet made to look human. Even if you commit a bunch of different heinous atrocities there is no damning you, ...forgiveness will always be offered to you in some way, shape, or form.
But I am a monster. A beast parading around in a human skin suit. [ he releases scara's face and grabs his hand, bringing it toward his mouth. ] Did you ever wonder why I have red eyes and sharp teeth... did you ever wonder why, despite having you, I still brought in other human experiments...
No. Because to me it doesn't matter. Just like it doesn't matter that I am made to look human - I am not. I never will be, I'll always be different. And even if my looks may fool idiots into thinking I'm beautiful and pure ...
At the end of the day inside I'm just filthy and disgusting.
You being a monster has never been a secret. Why would you think that'd change things for me?
[ dottore's brow furrows as his lips draw to form a tight, thin line. it's changed how people see him his entire life, so why would he suddenly think that scaramouche is an exception? he's sick and tired of getting hurt, but... out of everybody scaramouche has seen the absolute worst bits of him. spending all that time with him in his lab had to have revealed his true colors... and scaramouche is certainly smart enough to see... ] Nonsense, no part of you is filthy or disgusting. [ he sets a knee on the bed and leans towards him. ] Inside and outside you are beautiful. [ dottore reaches for his chest, setting a hand over where scara's heart would be. ] Feelings don't have to make sense and that's why they're useless.
[ snorts. ] ...you say that like it's a bad thing and that I don't regularly think about setting the world on fire just to watch everybody scream and melt. [ he looks at their hands. ] Another experiment... [ an experiment in... understanding... feelings...??? ] Is that what you want me to do?
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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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Why — do you care? Like you want to hear me say it again.
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[ perhaps now would be the perfect time to kill scaramouche, so he doesn't have to continue considering all these possibilities. it's all a joke anyway, no one and no thing could love him. ] I don't want to hear it again. [ that's a lie, but to prevent scaramouche from going ahead and saying it, or giving him any kind of retort, he shoves onto of the tentacles into his mouth. ]
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But is love always beautiful and warm, like with Childe?
Either way, it stings to hear Dottore say it, but he can't protest - not when another tentacles is shoved into his mouth. There's just a few moments of protest, like he wants to pull back, but in the end he still sucks on that tentacle, his eyes looking ad Dottore like he's challenging him ]
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... What a reaction.
Aren't I the one who should say that? This is backwards. I'm the one who kept following you like a stupid little duckling.
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So he sits up, bringing a hand over one of those tentacles to caress them gently ]
Now this is a conversation I never thought we'd need to have. How strange. But it really does bother you.
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But I felt like saying it. Why does it bother you?
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Not that it matters. Of course you're a monster. Tartaglia and I are monsters too.
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But I am a monster. A beast parading around in a human skin suit. [ he releases scara's face and grabs his hand, bringing it toward his mouth. ] Did you ever wonder why I have red eyes and sharp teeth... did you ever wonder why, despite having you, I still brought in other human experiments...
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At the end of the day inside I'm just filthy and disgusting.
You being a monster has never been a secret. Why would you think that'd change things for me?
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[ he brings his hand on Dottore's, taking it and holding it ]
Maybe you can think of this as another experiment.
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