fic
dieinnafire wanted fic.
So fic it is.
Warnings: Sadism.
"Hello, baron," the boy drawled. He was seated at a table, bits and pieces of things strewn about in front of him. Radu thought he caught sight of a small motor, a coil of wire and something that didn't quite look mechanical. He ignored the things on the table, opting to look at 'the boy' (as he had been calling him in his head since he met him). Dietrich von Lohengrin hardly looked his age, and there was a sort of vacant smile on his face. Radu had found that smile to be a constant in past few days, a constant in his joining the Orden when many of the members seemed to thrive on inconsistency. "We're close in age, you know." the boy reminded Radu.
"Lohengrin," Radu greeted, with false amiability written all over his face. He more than disliked Terrans, and those who thought themselves on even footing with the Methuselah were the worst. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, conjuring a wisp of blue flame to light it.
"Put that out," Dietrich waved a hand, and immediately pulled a face. Then a slow smile crept across his face, one that Radu had not had ... the privilege of seeing yet. "It would behoove you to listen to me." Was added.
"To a Terran?" Radu asked, quirking a brow and showing a smile full of teeth.
"Ah, hasn't anyone told you, Radu Barvon, Baron of Luxor? Respect is important here in the Orden," Dietrich put down the small metal object in his hands and stood up. He moved with deliberate slowness, rounding the chair and leaning against the table a little. "I know, it must irk you, vampire."
Radu had dealt with courtiers before. He was more than adept at picking up the subtle drops in a person's voice when they were switching from a compliment to a backstabbing lie. The change in Dietrich's voice wasn't subtle at all. It was an announcement, not an implication.
"Methuselah," Radu corrected, blowing smoke.
"What's in a name, vampire? Oh wait, let me answer that for you. Here, in the Orden, you are the rank of 6=5 Adeptus Major, Order of the Rose-Cross. And I am rank 8=3, Magister, Order of Magi. Do you need reminding of what the rankings mean, Flammenschwert?" Dietrich waved a hand, reaching out to take the cigarette from Radu's lips. There was something in that motion that reminded him of the dark haired Magician, an odd confidence. Radu felt his anger before he knew he was reacting. He had risen through the ranks of the Orden quickly because of something other than his noble title. Surely this Terran had nothing more than his human tricks.
"Terran!"
"Oh, what were we talking about? Respect?" And then Dietrich tugged on something Radu couldn't quite see. He just reached out with his hand and curled his fingers in front of Radu's face. Everything stopped. Not everything, exactly, as Dietrich was still moving, leaning forward and grabbing the cigarette. He pulled another disgusted face and tossed it to the floor, stepping on it. "Because I think respect is important, don't you?" He flexed his fingers. It didn't hurt, but somehow that made it worse. Radu felt his body move, and he knelt in front of Dietrich. Then he felt fingers in his hair, gently brushing at his bangs. He fought to raise his head, only to find that he couldn't.
"...Blue, it's quite an unusual color, you know," Dietrich was saying, Radu could see the Terran's shoes move back and forth - and he could feel the fingers in his hair sliding right to left. Dietrich was pacing as he talked, probably making some stupid gesture with his other hand. "Like your fire, that's unusual as well. Even among vampires." There was a lean on the word, because Dietrich wanted to rub it in.
He stopped moving for a moment, as if in thought. Radu felt the hand move again, through his hair and ending up on his cheek, thumb brushing the corner of his lips. Dietrich's face dropped into view as he crouched, the same vacant smile from before lightly seated on his face. "Radu Barvon, are you familiar with puppets? Marionettes? Child's toys." Again, there was a slight lean on the last word, and this time Radu could watch the other's facial expression. The widening of his smile, showing two rows of flat, Terran teeth.
"...Marionettenspieler," Radu found that he had control of his mouth, and he grated the name out. The title which he had not used before, and which was now rather laden with connotations. Puppetmaster, he had not thought that Dietrich was this kind of a magician, no one had referred to the boy (because now he refused to think of Dietrich as anything else since the other had proven himself as immature as a boy) in a manner which had indicated his particular skill.
"Flammenschwert, I can make you do anything," Dietrich interrupted, and sank down to his knees next to Radu. He leaned forward, lips to Radu's forehead, "Like this... see? Well, you can't see, but when I pull this string you're going to experience something similar to - what did he call it? Mm, acid underneath your skin. Don't worry, it's not real acid, just the sensation." Radu could feel Dietrich's words on his forehead. Then the puppetmaster inhaled, shifting and kissing Radu's eyelids.
"See no evil," Dietrich murmured, and seemed inordinately pleased with himself. Radu would have replied -- but he would have to stop screaming to do so.
"... are you quite done screaming?" Dietrich was sitting again, but this time he was seated on the floor. He had let Radu's body convulse and twitch as he had explained what each wire did. His left hand had been for pleasure, and his right for pain. "We haven't even started on the fun part," there was a hint of boredom in his voice. Dietrich had shown Radu the more than twenty-five ways a person could lose their fingers, all without spilling a drop of blood. Just a twist of the hands. The Terran had explained it as a sort of trick that the wires played on the nervous system. Pain and pleasure were, after all, just signals sent to the brain. Dietrich reached for Radu's face and he couldn't help but to flinch instinctively, the motion was so similar to the wire twisting ones. The puppetmaster gently tucked Radu's bangs away from his face, smiling angelically.
"One more thing, while you're here." Dietrich said brightly, slowly standing and moving out of sight. When he returned he was carrying something in his hands, but as he admonished with another wave of the fingers it was "...a secret."
Dietrich kicked Radu, rolling him over and then sat on his back. "... I like your hair, I really do," he started saying, once again running his fingers through it. "... I like your eyes even better." He yanked Radu's head back, and pressed the serrated edge of a knife into the top of Radu's cheek.
"I hope you forgive me, they'll grow back, after all. Your cheeks, definitely, but if I don't cut lower than the eyeball itself I'll ruin the orb."
So fic it is.
Warnings: Sadism.
"Hello, baron," the boy drawled. He was seated at a table, bits and pieces of things strewn about in front of him. Radu thought he caught sight of a small motor, a coil of wire and something that didn't quite look mechanical. He ignored the things on the table, opting to look at 'the boy' (as he had been calling him in his head since he met him). Dietrich von Lohengrin hardly looked his age, and there was a sort of vacant smile on his face. Radu had found that smile to be a constant in past few days, a constant in his joining the Orden when many of the members seemed to thrive on inconsistency. "We're close in age, you know." the boy reminded Radu.
"Lohengrin," Radu greeted, with false amiability written all over his face. He more than disliked Terrans, and those who thought themselves on even footing with the Methuselah were the worst. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, conjuring a wisp of blue flame to light it.
"Put that out," Dietrich waved a hand, and immediately pulled a face. Then a slow smile crept across his face, one that Radu had not had ... the privilege of seeing yet. "It would behoove you to listen to me." Was added.
"To a Terran?" Radu asked, quirking a brow and showing a smile full of teeth.
"Ah, hasn't anyone told you, Radu Barvon, Baron of Luxor? Respect is important here in the Orden," Dietrich put down the small metal object in his hands and stood up. He moved with deliberate slowness, rounding the chair and leaning against the table a little. "I know, it must irk you, vampire."
Radu had dealt with courtiers before. He was more than adept at picking up the subtle drops in a person's voice when they were switching from a compliment to a backstabbing lie. The change in Dietrich's voice wasn't subtle at all. It was an announcement, not an implication.
"Methuselah," Radu corrected, blowing smoke.
"What's in a name, vampire? Oh wait, let me answer that for you. Here, in the Orden, you are the rank of 6=5 Adeptus Major, Order of the Rose-Cross. And I am rank 8=3, Magister, Order of Magi. Do you need reminding of what the rankings mean, Flammenschwert?" Dietrich waved a hand, reaching out to take the cigarette from Radu's lips. There was something in that motion that reminded him of the dark haired Magician, an odd confidence. Radu felt his anger before he knew he was reacting. He had risen through the ranks of the Orden quickly because of something other than his noble title. Surely this Terran had nothing more than his human tricks.
"Terran!"
"Oh, what were we talking about? Respect?" And then Dietrich tugged on something Radu couldn't quite see. He just reached out with his hand and curled his fingers in front of Radu's face. Everything stopped. Not everything, exactly, as Dietrich was still moving, leaning forward and grabbing the cigarette. He pulled another disgusted face and tossed it to the floor, stepping on it. "Because I think respect is important, don't you?" He flexed his fingers. It didn't hurt, but somehow that made it worse. Radu felt his body move, and he knelt in front of Dietrich. Then he felt fingers in his hair, gently brushing at his bangs. He fought to raise his head, only to find that he couldn't.
"...Blue, it's quite an unusual color, you know," Dietrich was saying, Radu could see the Terran's shoes move back and forth - and he could feel the fingers in his hair sliding right to left. Dietrich was pacing as he talked, probably making some stupid gesture with his other hand. "Like your fire, that's unusual as well. Even among vampires." There was a lean on the word, because Dietrich wanted to rub it in.
He stopped moving for a moment, as if in thought. Radu felt the hand move again, through his hair and ending up on his cheek, thumb brushing the corner of his lips. Dietrich's face dropped into view as he crouched, the same vacant smile from before lightly seated on his face. "Radu Barvon, are you familiar with puppets? Marionettes? Child's toys." Again, there was a slight lean on the last word, and this time Radu could watch the other's facial expression. The widening of his smile, showing two rows of flat, Terran teeth.
"...Marionettenspieler," Radu found that he had control of his mouth, and he grated the name out. The title which he had not used before, and which was now rather laden with connotations. Puppetmaster, he had not thought that Dietrich was this kind of a magician, no one had referred to the boy (because now he refused to think of Dietrich as anything else since the other had proven himself as immature as a boy) in a manner which had indicated his particular skill.
"Flammenschwert, I can make you do anything," Dietrich interrupted, and sank down to his knees next to Radu. He leaned forward, lips to Radu's forehead, "Like this... see? Well, you can't see, but when I pull this string you're going to experience something similar to - what did he call it? Mm, acid underneath your skin. Don't worry, it's not real acid, just the sensation." Radu could feel Dietrich's words on his forehead. Then the puppetmaster inhaled, shifting and kissing Radu's eyelids.
"See no evil," Dietrich murmured, and seemed inordinately pleased with himself. Radu would have replied -- but he would have to stop screaming to do so.
"... are you quite done screaming?" Dietrich was sitting again, but this time he was seated on the floor. He had let Radu's body convulse and twitch as he had explained what each wire did. His left hand had been for pleasure, and his right for pain. "We haven't even started on the fun part," there was a hint of boredom in his voice. Dietrich had shown Radu the more than twenty-five ways a person could lose their fingers, all without spilling a drop of blood. Just a twist of the hands. The Terran had explained it as a sort of trick that the wires played on the nervous system. Pain and pleasure were, after all, just signals sent to the brain. Dietrich reached for Radu's face and he couldn't help but to flinch instinctively, the motion was so similar to the wire twisting ones. The puppetmaster gently tucked Radu's bangs away from his face, smiling angelically.
"One more thing, while you're here." Dietrich said brightly, slowly standing and moving out of sight. When he returned he was carrying something in his hands, but as he admonished with another wave of the fingers it was "...a secret."
Dietrich kicked Radu, rolling him over and then sat on his back. "... I like your hair, I really do," he started saying, once again running his fingers through it. "... I like your eyes even better." He yanked Radu's head back, and pressed the serrated edge of a knife into the top of Radu's cheek.
"I hope you forgive me, they'll grow back, after all. Your cheeks, definitely, but if I don't cut lower than the eyeball itself I'll ruin the orb."