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WHO: Tyki Mikk | simplyteasing and Grell Sutcliffe | hesakillerqueen 
WHERE: Noah Mansion!
WHEN: 3am
WARNINGS: Blood and torture.
SUMMARY: Grell turned fabuu and killed some people. Tyki does not like his house to be dirty. Antics ensue.
FORMAT: Para.

Comments

Fyi: when he goes "through" someone with his intangibility it usually feels really weird to them.

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"We're nothing alike," he stated, suddenly stand-offish. He leaned back and pulled Grell's hair back hard enough to make the man have to look him in the eye, trying to force him to bend back for him.

He really did have beautiful eyes.

Hm.

It was rather off putting, Grell's calmness. Tyki knew as well as the next person that death wasn't permanent in this place -- which was even more off putting, come to think of it -- but, the man could have at least had the decency to be afraid of what was going to happen next. Sheesh. There wouldn't be much fun in just ending his life this way.

Change of plans, then.

"Near perfect, eh?" He made only the tips of his fingers tangible, and Choose to have his touch affect only the back of Grell's eye, his opposite hand coming to rest on the underside of the redhead's neck, holding him there. "We're different in that, as well. You enjoy watching others die."

At the word die, he caressed the back of Grell's eye with his fingertips, a feather-soft touch at best. If it wasn't excruciating pain, Tyki didn't know what would be.

"I merely watch them for their faces."

asklfljf /correcting that here

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Grell winced; he was more flexible than most, thanks to a lithe figure and his inhumanity, but all of this abuse was pushing it. Still, he managed, staring up at Tyki fully, watching his eyes closest of all. He would've said something, his lips pursing to form the words, when he felt it. Not just the horribly odd feeling in his head, which he'd attributed to head trauma of some sort, but something else.

The noise he made was something high-pitched that turned into screaming.

It was loud, and he went rigid with the pain, and still through all of his writhing and wailing and attempts to get loose and dismember this man, he really couldn't do anything but look at Tyki. And then, gradually, the screams turned into moans and then whimpers - but there were no tears. His eyes watered at best, but he just couldn't cry. Grell was done. He wasn't built for torture, he was built to kill and look pretty. And right now, he just really wanted to tear something apart.

Grell more or less went slack, signaling his surrender.

NOW THE FUN CAN START.

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When Tyki saw the lights begin to dim, his hand withdrew -- now intangible, of course -- to lay another harsh smack against the side of Grell's face. "Now, now," he almost-cooed, keeping his grip tight, to keep Greel bent back enough to make sure he saw his every inch of the Noah's face, his pleased, feline expression. "Can't have you leaving me just yet -- wouldn't be fair, you see."

He chuckled, then bent Grell back more than he really should have, trying to inflict just a bit more pain onto him. When he was done, very slowly, Tyki eased his free hand down the front Grell's face, languidly spider-walking his fingers down his skull, his forehead, the bridge of his nose and then to his -- soft, pouted, crimson -- lips, holding there for a moment to see what the man would do in his groggy state.

"--You know, I almost thought I could trust you."

There was a heaviness to his voice, a sort of...sadness, as if he regretted that Grell had betrayed his confidence in such a way. Outside of Monet and, perhaps, Knives, Tyki hadn't found many people he would honestly call "Friends" in the City. It was strange. He hadn't -- Tyki let out a dissatisfied sigh, shrugging to no one in particular. No time to dwell on that; whatever the twinge of emotion was, it passed as soon as it came. There was more important things to things do at the moment. Like trying to force his fingers into Grell's mouth and choke him from the inside out -- he hadn't done that one in awhile.

"Pity."

He tried to force open the man's lips with two fingers, at first, dragging the digits across his bloodied lips for a moment. He knew it would have drove the redhead wild, were he in his right mind. He seemed the type to enjoy being controlled when not in excruciating pain.

:D

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Grell was out of it, mainly just there for the ride. His head jerked with the force of the blow but he really didn't make any noise other than a sharp exhale, eyes still locked on Tyki's, half-lidded. He craned to accommodate the extra pull backwards, and oddly enough, opened his mouth a bit for Tyki's fingers. Whether it was due to grogginess or some hidden malice towards Tyki putting his fingers in what was pretty much a bear trap, it was hard to tell. He couldn't bring himself to vocalize anything impetuous, not when Tyki could blind and maim him so easily. His pride was important, but his looks were even more important than that.

He gave a more or less pouty expression while complying, and if Tyki stuck his fingers into his mouth, would give a very teasing, warning brush of teeth against fingers, giving a half-lidded glare. His quiet way of saying - but not really saying - if it's in my mouth, I can bite it if I feel like it.

Unless they were intangible, that quirk that pissed Grell off to no end. Then he couldn't do anything but wait.

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At the mere hint of teeth, he tightened his grip on Grell's neck, fingers digging hard into the flesh. "You do it," Tyki warned, making sure that Grell saw the malice in his eyes by leaning even closer, "And I take them. One by one."

His smile would've made the Cheshire Cat himself proud.

Once that was done with, Tyki would try to ease his fingers down through Grell's mouth, slowly making more and more of his hand, wrist, and eventually, a good portion of his forearm intangible when any real flesh came just this close of triggering Grell's gag-reflex.

"--You never answered my question, by the way. I think now would be as good a time as any to be specific on what you know and don't."

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In response to the threat, Grell didn't snarl or glare so much as pout, but strained his jaw as far as it would open. He couldn't help it if Tyki's arm brushed his teeth anyway while he was in the process of choking him out, flexing his bruised fingers in discomfort.

"Know of what?" Grell huffed, having reverted to childish impetuousness. He had regained some semblance of himself, and now wouldn't be either combative or particularly helpful. He'd tried both, and it was obvious that neither placated Tyki Mikk. The feeling of intangible fingers down his throat made him feeling like gagging, but it was frustratingly not quite enough to do so and get it over with.

"You'll have to decide what to do with me soon, Tyki Mikk." He stared on boredly, blankly, plain irritation crossing his face. "I wouldn't wish to overstay my welcome, which is obviously nonexistent. I'm certainly not the Grell Sutcliffe you knew - I'm far better, far more coordinated and intelligent and anything other than that stupid and useless facade. I hope you didn't like him - I certainly didn't." He let out a 'tch', averting his eyes to the wonderfully interesting scar in the paneling, offhandedly licking his lips once - pure habit, really. "And I hope you don't think this torture is endearing you to me. I'm naturally attracted to cold and distant men, and both my dear William and devilish Sebastian did get a little rough at times, but it can only go so far before you're the only one having fun here."

Luckily for Grell, his moods were as flippant and indecisive as the wind - his way to cope with what would be traumatizing to a normal human was to be tortured one second and then bored with it another.

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He sighed. The teeth did not cut him, but they were a nuisance nonetheless -- almost as much of a nuisance as Grell was quickly becoming. Tsk. He began to slowly make parts of his arm tangible, starting at his fingers and then working his way back, solidifying the appendage bit by bit, inch by inch. It would have been rather discomforting, he knew -- almost as if one were choking on something growing within the esophagus. Poor Grell. Tyki let go of his hair to compensate for any thrashing that about about to happen, standing up a bit off of Grell's back so that he could try to settle a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tight.

"I'm not going to kill you," Tyki stated, tone still flat, nearly bored, his smile vanishing the more his arm became real. There was very little Pleasure in killing a man so easily, and Grell had made no secret of his ambivalence toward death at the moment. "You'd like that too much, I think. Or continue to act bored to spite me."

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"Don't tease me like th-" Grell began, taunting despite himself because right now, until his words suddenly choked off with gagging noises, though inwardly and somewhere deep within himself grateful for the release of his hair, no doubt mussed and in need of a wash anyway. He didn't thrash, however - instead, he attempted to take advantage of every inch Tyki had so graciously given him, in an effort to replicate what had once saved him before, in his moonlight battle with Sebastian. He cast off the feigned hesitance at injuring himself for an attack and lunged upwards. The actual chances of getting any closer to Tyki than Tyki wanted him to be were slim to nothing, but he was attempting to headbutt the Noah -- or at least connect the crown of his skull with the other man's jaw, daze him, get a good grasp while he was still tangible. He hadn't even considered the fact that Tyki had said he wouldn't kill him and what that entailed, whether he'd be cut loose or locked away, but that really didn't matter to him right now.

At the moment, what Grell wanted probably even more than escaping Tyki Mikk was to feel his trachea crushing beneath his palm.

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It was difficult to truly surprise one of the Noah in battle. For all of their powers, it was their experience, their centuries of natural cunning and training in the arts of death and pain that made them far more dangerous opponents than the Akuma they commanded. Tyki himself -- merely the third disciple, and by no means the oldest -- had thought he'd seen most of everything that could happen to the human body under duress. People bent, broke, burned, shattered, etc, etc, all in the same ways; this, however, he had never seen, and it was jarring.

Grell's blow hurt him, connecting with a solid thwack that left Tyki disoriented, his jaw snapping up, mouth clicking closed loudly and painfully. He rejected the rest of the world around them both out of sheer, animal reflex, creating a vacuum so sudden and potent that it wrenched air molecules from around both he and Grell, creating a miniature sonic-boom within the room that left both the doorway and parts of the hallway decimated.

"--Ah. Tch."

This, he decided, would be coming out of Grell's literal hide.

"I hadn't wanted to be cruel just yet."

And this would be Tyki solidifying his first and Choosing to reject everything inside of Grell so that he could grabbing the man's heart.

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As soon as he heard the click of teeth on teeth (and he could taste sweet and fleeting victory on the back of his tongue, like chocolate), Grell grinned, whirling around and lunging in the blink of an eye. He was utilizing all the speed and energy he had left in him for one last desperate attack, all wide oval eyes and white razor teeth painted red from his various oral injuries, locking his fingers in the material of Tyki's shirt - the sonic boom jarred him, but he kept his grip on Tyki and in animalistic reaction, was aiming to rip Mikk's throat out with his bare hands.

"Let us part with a passionate kiss-" He wanted to repeat that line immortalised in his mind from his battle with Sebastian, one of the best nights of his life, wanted to say it again and immortalise this night too - but it almost felt like something was clenching his -

"Heart..." Grell had glanced down, seen it, and the sensation had more or less just sapped his strength. He kept his grip in Tyki's shirt and slumped against him uselessly, pressing his face into the crook of his neck and really enjoying the way he smelled like smoke.

"Don't be gentle, Master Mikk." He grinned ruthlessly, though the impending death he was certain was on his shoulders was worrying him, and he felt his pulse speed up. "Let Romeo steal away Juliet's sweetest last breath." He breathed hotly on the Noah's neck, playing up every little bit of being a shameless tease. If he was going to die, he was going to do it just like he lived.

By making the current object of his affections as painfully aware of them as possible.

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He let go of the the organ gently, not quite trying to hurt Grell insofar as make him inordinately uncomfortable now that he had the upper hand again. He couldn't afford to lose control, not yet: though the heart was one of the more durable organs in the human body, any kind of trauma to it -- usually, the Cheating Boy be damned -- tended to result in near-instant death. Which, Tyki felt, would perhaps be too good for Grell and the fool of himself he was making just about now.

"Grell," he whispered low, leaning into the man, his neck arching just so at the play of heat against his skin. "You forget who the master of the house is." Tyki's fingers stretched and splayed, threading themselves around the thing carefully, softly caressing it as though he were handling a lover's breast. "And I've already said that you won't be dying tonight -- not if I have my way. It would be too quick an ending to our relationship."

Tyki cautiously prodded a finger at Grell's heart, hoping he wouldn't go into cardiac arrest just yet. There was so much more he could do to him with his life in his hands like this.

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In fact, it was making Grell immensely uncomfortable. And this apparent benevolence in sparing his life was really ruining that dramatic death he'd sort of had in mind throughout this entire torturous encounter.

"Oh do stop it," Grell chided in what was nearly a scold, pushing back and regretting it immediately, swaying on his feet but managing to steady himself. He could probably thank his Shinigami endurance for surviving this night so far, but not even that could protect his somewhat more fragile heart in this sort of position. He still managed a disapproving stare - though his weight was really all supported by his grip on Tyki's shirt. "I just can't stand people who can't make up their minds." He gave a weak prod over the area where Tyki's own heart should be, about a moment before Tyki prods his own and makes him grit his teeth, makes him feel like he's been stabbed. Once he catches his breath again, he continues his admittedly light scolding.

"Don't be a hypocrite, it's a loathsome trait. If you're going to abuse me, you can at least act the part, you terrible creature." Out of the romanticism and back into his huffiness. "Pretending to be a gentleman after tonight's antics?" He pursed his lips disapprovingly. "Not even my dear Sebas was that audacious. You're worse than a demon."

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"You're lecturing me on hypocrisy?" He perked up an eyebrow, then laughed full in Grell's face, squeezing his heart just so. "You, of all people? Really?" here, his grip became tighter, gained more intent as he tried to pull Grell to his knees by using his heart as leverage. "The irony of that statement is astounding."

He tilted his head, and looked down the bridge of his nose at Grell, fighting the urge to tear out his heart then and there. "I've been nothing but truthful with you, Grell. Nothing but."

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Grell gently lowered himself to the floor with Tyki's lead, wincing visibly as he settled himself.

"I have never lied to you." He cocked his head, one hand resting comfortably on Tyki's forearm, giving the Noah an incredulous look. "It seems even a creature like you can believe an illusion. I never told you I was the Grell you saw; you simply accepted it as apparent truth!" His own grip tightened considerably, and the expression fell dead from his face, leaving deadpan blankness in its wake. "I never told you I was human. But the fact you couldn't recognize my true nature isn't a terrible surprise; I am a top-rate actress, after all."

What was prompting him to be so forward? Exhaustion, for one, and irritation/frustration/anger at Tyki, for two, and for third, he could really just drop to the floor and kill himself if he really wanted to. Despite death's easy nature, however, he still felt a healthy respect for it and chose to avoid it as long as possible. Still, he now had a modicum of control and it was bolstering him.

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"Enough of these theatrics." he stated, voice twinged with only the slightest bit of bemused boredom. He hadn't met a human so eccentric since, well -- since the time he had met the exorcist Allen Walker had saved from the clutches of his White Side. And, sadly for Grell, that was a rather horrific comparison to be brought to mind while in this position of all positions; he tightened his grip on Grell's heart and slowly began to solidify the part of his arm filling the most of Grell's trachea, almost as if trying to strangle him from the inside.

"The fact that you had to hide t his facet of yourself from me is lie enough." Tyki nearly spat, eyes narrowing, all humor falling from his face. "If you can't be both, then stick to the most true and quit pretending. It's disgusting."

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Grell obliged, mainly because he was more preoccupied with his throat than at being catty - at that moment, anyway. However, the loss of Tyki's apparent bemusement was a very small victory, in Grell's eyes at least - he grimaced somewhat, a bit of confusion in his expression and his strangled tone.

"The theatrics are the best part. Life itself is one painfully brief play, whether a Shakespearean epic or a nameless little street show." He smirked, baring his teeth in the grin. "Don't blame the actress for playing her part so well that not even you could see through it."