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WHO: Tyki Mikk | simplyteasing and Grell Sutcliffe | hesakillerqueen 
WHERE: The Superjail
WHEN: 2-4am
WARNINGS: Blood, torture, violence, UST, and possibly some guy on guy shenanigans. You've been warned.
SUMMARY: Tyki is a man who doesn't leave loose threads hanging. Grell is a man unwinding at the seams.
FORMAT: Para.

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[hesakillerqueen]

Grell's plan had been to laze around his cell for a week or so, take his time in finding a weakness to the complex, and then take his leave. Find his clothing, wherever they put it, take his scythe with him and disappear into the city. It wouldn't be difficult, as long as he kept himself out of the imPort community's eyes, possibly took up his disguise for a week or two (though he was loath to admit it may be necessary).

Currently, he'd just gotten out of the shower. In the beginning he'd been afraid of having to shower with others, and though the vast majority of imPorts were devastatingly attractive (what an odd thing), it didn't mean he'd love to sacrifice his own privacy just to ogle. Besides, that would offer temptation, and he was never terribly proficient at controlling his impulses. Not when he wasn't pretending to be harmless for someone else's sake. Huffily he sort of draped himself over his cot in a lazy and near feline sort of way, admiring how water made his hair an even more intense shade of red - not arterial blood, not bright enough, but more a coagulated shade.

He heard his name and recognized the voice instantaneously - the tone put him on razor's edge. He deftly rolled to his feet, seeing nothing and scanning right over the invisible Noah - instead of panicking, he merely closed his eyes and made a noise in his throat - whether it was pleased or something else was indecipherable.

"Paying me a visit without calling first?" His tone of voice was as confident and vaguely sultry as it always was - he gave a gesture of his hand that didn't really mean anything in particular, smiling - no, smirking. "I just can't imagine what might have happened if you'd come just a few minutes earlier." In all honesty, he was feeling uneasy about this sudden visit. You have two weeks. It could've have been more than one. Which must have meant Tyki had something else in mind, and from the tone of voice, it didn't sound pleasant. If Tyki did start the torture up again for some reason or another, Grell couldn't escape - and he wasn't positive Tyki would stop, either.

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A single member of the Tease appeared seemingly out of nowhere, the butterfly-shaped golem fluttering here and there before finding the nearest -- and most inconveniencing -- of cameras and settling on it, obscuring its range of vision. Tyki would then appear by fractions, using his ability to Choose to slowly expand his field of "invisibility" until it included Grell and his entire cell, more and more of the Tease appearing in the interim -- and again, seemingly out from nowhere -- to find and interfere with whatever other camera he could see in the vicinity. Once that was completed, the dark-skinned Noah gave a courteous bow, tipping his black top hat at Grell in greeting. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that several blackened crosses were tattooed across his forehead, the richness of their color almost as if they were etched into the flesh.

"You know a gentleman can't be caught associating with garbage, Grell. It's improper!" Tyki replied impishly, barely keeping the amusement out of his voice. He was wearing all of the accouterments of high society tonight -- a simple black and silver cane held at his side, white gloves, a black silk suit and dress pants, tiny butterfly-shaped silver cuff-links, matching satin cravat, hundred-dollar shoes: the picture-perfect Victorian era lady killer -- and would act as such. After all, if he could strongly remind the sociopath about the past he so longed for, wouldn't that make the future that much more detestable? And wouldn't that make killing him at least a small bit Pleasurable?

"Then again, you'd possibly enjoy that." Tyki smiled, woflish, showing too much incisor. In the back of his mind, Joyd whispered and cooed, urging him to end it quickly, to move on and put this all behind them both. "--Besides," he continued. "They wouldn't have given me your number even if I had asked politely." Which was true, as far as protocol went, but it wasn't as if he had even entertained the thought of revealing himself to anyone but Grell just yet. This was their little secret, their little thrill. He took a step toward the prison cell and leaned into it, resting his forehead onto his arm, his top hat disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. His smile widened.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

The only anachronism in his entire outfit, Tyki supposed, were his black stud earrings. Which Grell would be sure to notice now that he was so close. Ah well.

[hesakillerqueen]

Grell watched this show impassively, having chosen to wait by sprawling himself over his cot in empress form. He made absolutely no effort to disguise how his eyes roamed, and though he wasn't smiling anymore so much as carrying deadpan and careful watch - he was used to being the showiest thing in the room, not sharing that title with someone else. However, his sharp stare was certainly an appraising one, and his eyes honed in on the crosses the instant they were visible. The polite answer to the tipped hat would most likely be a curtsy, but it wouldn't look very good in a prison uniform and he chose instead to bare his teeth in something that passed for a smile. It wasn't pleased nor enraged, but some incomprehensible gesture.

"Then you should be glad you aren't!" He shot back just as impishly, supporting his chin with a closed fist. "Wouldn't you rather bother with dear miss Monet, though? You seem so fond of her." A pause. "Personally I really don't care for her nature, but when has my opinion ever mattered to you? My telling you not to do something would be like ants demanding the sun not to shine." He rolled into a sitting position, crossing one leg over another and folding his hands in his lap. "Now isn't that what you want me to say? ...Not that I've ever truly wanted to antagonize beautiful creatures, but the ones I love the most are usually the ones that loathe me absolutely. It's all very adorable - they don't mind it so much when I try to get a more intimate experience with what they're made of."

Listening closely to Tyki, he smiled slickly (vaingloriously) and stood, approaching to a certain point and then halting - he was far enough away, he thought, to where a sudden burst of speed could momentarily get him out of harm's way if it came to that, but still as close as he dared, the equivalent of being nose-to-nose with a tiger. He noted the studs, and unconsciously brushed his hair back over his shoulder in a vogue flip. The wolfish smile convinced him that something very terrible was going to happen tonight and no one could save him. The realization made him feel just a little ill, but the pure sex of the danger he was in and fully aware of culled the fear to a manageable level.

"Maybe I am. It depends fully on your intentions, Tyki." A pause, and a gesture at his own ears, making his best attempt at holding eye contact throughout. "I never knew you were one to accessorize."

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Tyki watched Grell's flamboyant exposition and subsequent amble on towards him with a look of utter passivity. The fact that Grell would dare to get so close, would dare to move his hands so much, and so openly made the Noah note that the redhead was either amused with or resigned to his fate. He leaned back, creating more distance between them -- to which Joyd growled at, insatiable for violence as ever -- and catching a glimpse at Grell's own piercings in the same movement. Small world.

"Well, maybe I would've allowed you to know more if you had stayed your other self for longer, Grell. Or if you had been truthful with me from the very beginning, like I told you the last time we had this conversation." he countered, amusement all but vanishing from his face. He leveled a rather annoyed look at the man on the opposite side of the bars between them, already calculating how many steps it would take him to close the distance, to reach into his chest and rip out his heart. "I wouldn't have judged you, if you had."

[hesakillerqueen]

As Tyki's amusement vanished, Grell's only increased. He shifted his weight onto one leg and cocked out his hip, crossing his arms.

"Well I couldn't have known that, now could I? Human beings are judgmental and fickle things - and if I couldn't have been able to see the fact from the beginning, you would have looked just the same as any other to me." A pause, followed by a slight wave of his hand in Tyki's general direction. "You seem very sore about this topic, Tyki; how many times have you brought this up? It's not going to do either of us any good to argue semantics, you know."

His smile, however, faded abruptly - his stance changed from flirtatious to ramrod straight as he dropped the playfulness and showed a rare side of himself: professionalism. "I'm done fooling around with you. Are you here to claim my life? Another round of torture, perhaps? You don't seem the sort to come in handsome clothes if you're not planning to soak them in blood." He shifted and uncrossed his arms, placing a hand over his heart - there wasn't a smile to accompany the action, just a long and impassive stare. "Don't play. If you've come for this, then come and take it from me."

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He perked up an eyebrow, not quite expecting such a change in expression so quickly. Tyki was used to Grell being playful, to Grell being flirtatious and annoying, and maddeningly unaffected by even the most heinous of pains. And now he was asking for it so blatantly? Without any more preamble or skittering along the edges of amicable tension?

"Ah," he blurted out, losing his composure for just a small moment. "--I suppose I'll have to deliver, if you're asking like that." If Grell wanted to skip the foreplay, if he wanted to get this over with, Tyki would only be more than happy to oblige. Stepping through the bars of his prison cell, the Noah slowly began to advance on the tall redhead, making sure to take slow, even steps to hammer in how inevitable this pain was about to be.

He halted just short of too close, putting a gloved finger to his lips as if he had just had an epiphany. "For the record, though, your cooking came very close to saving your life."

[hesakillerqueen]

Grell was, honestly enough, bored. There wasn't going to be a dramatic chase, he had no chance of winning this little ordeal - there would be no fight and he was pretty certain there wouldn't be any sex, either -- though with Tyki, torturing someone else was probably the equivalent of sex to him anyway. This basically left him the options of running around the room like a moron, dragging the ordeal out with coy advances he didn't quite have the heart to make genuine, standing there and taking it, pissing Tyki off, or laying down and dying. None of which he found particularly fun.

"I'm in a terrible mood and just couldn't bear to ruin your good time with it, lover." He dragged out the last word, rolling it off his tongue with a sharp smirk as Tyki approached him in slow and ominous steps, though it wasn't flirtatious so much as carnivorous. "For the record, I had to throw out a small cake I prepared for your little picnic date because I had a small incident with the rat poison. For your date." A coy wink, followed by a gesture where he pressed two fingers to his lips and then flicked his wrist in Tyki's direction with a kiss. "I'm a jealous creature. I couldn't bear the possibility of killing you, though - not by something as mundane as poison. You're far too handsome for poison."

Nonchalantly, he violated the minimal distance between them by reaching out with a careful and elegant hand, pressing those two fingers he kissed over where he knew Tyki's heart should be. His tone of voice was musing, equally expecting an answer or having his hand broken. He couldn't really anticipate the reaction.

"Do you even have a heart? Are you anything like I am, or are you something completely different? Maybe that's the reason you're so fascinating - I don't know what color you bleed."

[simplyteasing]

His hand lashed out quicker than a snake's bite, long, dexterous fingers trying to coil hard around that sharp, angular edge that was Grell's chin. If he got hold of it, he would squeeze, his hand clamping down on the lower-half of Grell's jaw like some kind of iron vise, locking him in place so that the sociopath could look into Tyki's eyes and see just how much he wanted to harm him. His other hand would try and intercept any flailing or bid to escape from Grell, seeking to grab both of his hands at the wrist and hold them down and away from them both.

"I'm the Noah of Pleasure," Tyki stated, voice twinged with both the promise of violence and a certainty that he would enjoy it very much. Very much. His smile was like oil spilling across papyrus -- slow and deliberate, a certain kind of sureness in it the betrayed the where and when of their location. "One of Thirteen Disciples seeking to bring about the end of mankind." If his hand had settled on Grell by now, Tyki would prod and press his pointer finger against the man's soft lips, the digit seeking to hook itself inside of Grell's mouth behind his firt bottom incisor, forcing the rest of the cavity open as wide as it could go with just enough strength as to be discomforting. "And I thoroughly enjoy killing humans."

Tyki leaned in once he had finished speaking, half-pulling Grell to meet him somewhere between too close and just close enough. "I love them." he whispered, almost purring, his breath hot and deliberate against the shell of Grell's ear. "The young and the old, the rich and the poor, the weak and the strong, the ugly and the handsome--" Gently, he nuzzled the side of Grell's face, slowly closing his eyes as his grip became that much tighter, that much more concrete between the two of them. "Every despicable and beautiful thing about them is another reason for me to keep them in my heart. For me to continue to walk with them and grow attached."

He sighed, knocking his forehead lightly against the side of Grell's temple. He was obviously savoring the moment. "I destroy what I love. I love what I destroy. What I will forever love are humans." Leaning back, the Noah locked his half-lidded gaze with Grell's, pushing him away slightly so that he could see the obvious look of desire plastered across his face. "Do you understand me?"

[hesakillerqueen]

Grell's grin didn't flicker when his jaw was seized, though somewhere in the back of his mind the knowledge of bruises probably raising sometime in the future was evident and forceful, and he offered no resistance to having his hands seized. He listened very carefully, very carefully, and though at first he resisted opening his mouth just to be difficult, he didn't want to risk having his teeth knocked in over something that silly and obliged - though the tug on his teeth was annoying. And all throughout Tyki's speech, throughout all the touches and the maddening closeness, Grell refused to reciprocate any of it simply because he could.

"I do. I've seen what there is to love in them." His mind jumped back to a London night back in his own time period and in his own world, stalking Madame Red from across the rooftops, watching her carefully pin her victim down in an alleyway and then slaughter her mercilessly. "I've seen it. I've loved them before." His smile widened by millimeters, and he pushed back the urge to lean in closer, settling for softening his voice. "But I know something. I know the part you love the absolute most is the pain of losing them, isn't it? The moment you slaughter them, the dramatic agony of the heart suffering the loss of something dear to it - and you do it slowly, you let them watch you do it: not because you loathe them, but out of love. It's painful and it hurts and you mourn them, some part of you wishes it could've been different, but another part is in ecstasy. And that part is what allows you to do it time and time again.

"Am I correct, Tyki Mikk?"

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"No, you aren't." he answered, condescension riding on the back of every word, his voice soft and even, tone final in a way that spoke volumes about how confident he was. Did Grell actually believe that they were anything alike? That Tyki, the personification of the words "balancing act," could be anything akin to a man who played pretend with his personalities, who murdered just to watch another bleed out and die? Where was the artistry in that? Where was the passion?

Tyki let go of Grell's jaw to brush gloved fingers across the side of face, leaning forward to knock his forehead gently against Grell's. "We're so different it hurts, Grell." he stated, his hand reaching up to thread through the man's red tresses, fingers threading through his hair.

[hesakillerqueen]

The smile faded into a vaguely annoyed pout, though his good mood remained mostly intact.

"No? You're being difficult." Grell remained painfully aware of how quickly the apparent gentleness could turn into violence, and more or less simply anticipated it. The sultry quality of his voice dimmed somewhat and was replaced by more than a little arrogance. "You love them simply to love them. My job, Tyki dear, is to judge them, and I love it more than I love any of the loathsome beasts. They're really quite nasty creatures when you spend all of your time combing through bad memories and dirty secrets - I have a favorite now and again, but they never last." A pause, and a brief moment spent ignoring the urge to lunge in an attempt to end all of the moral conversation - he was never fond of it, not at all. Well, that and he was doing a combination of play and resisting some genuine killer intent. Some of both, really.

Impatient, Grell attempted to speed up the process and press himself closer. "What does it matter?"

[simplyteasing]

The slap came quick and without warning, aimed more to accentuate a point than actually deliver any kind of meaningful damage. "I love them, Grell, because I know what it's like to not be human, to give up everything that makes you one of God's children." He caressed the side of the man's face against, fingers digging in just a bit too hard, just a bit too intently into the skin. "There's really nothing more to it than that."

That same hand dipped to settle against the redhead's chest, shoving him back slightly. "Sit." Tyki commanded, trying to angle Grell down toward the cot his room contained. What would happen next would either be very painful, or, at the very least, somewhat Pleasurable before the pain came on. "I wouldn't want you to overstress yourself with what I'm about to do."

[hesakillerqueen]

Grell's head jerked with the force of the slap, and instantly he was all bared teeth and snarls and glares, leveling a hot glare at Tyki. He closed an eye in irritation at the caress, the look of disgust and anger on his face still present. Not the face. He almost said it, too, but knew Tyki would then likely aim for his face just to do so. "Hmph! God. Shinigami are beings unto God." A momentary pause. "You should see His angels. Nasty, spiteful self-righteous creatures. I can't imagine He's much better, if he made those beings. I can't imagine why you would want to be one of his toys when you're something so much greater."

He did obey the order to sit, however, though it was more losing his balance and landing flat on the cot than actual sitting. He sat up on his elbows, pouting slightly and most likely without realizing it. "It depends on what you're about to do. If it's more abuse, I certainly won't appreciate it." His tone of voice was haughty and empyrean, more suited for an empress than a criminal.

[simplyteasing]

Without fanfare, he moved to try and straddle the svelte man, his coattails barely brushing against Grell's knees while he situated himself. There was no sexual energy to the movement, no underlining air of predatory need or passion: Tyki merely needed to be in the dominate position for what he was about to do, and moved himself to take it without ceremony. Once there, he bent up off his knees just enough to keep him inches away from Grell's waist, practically looming over the sociopath as he spoke.

"My role is to love God's Creations and take Pleasure from subverting his plans. His ideals." the Noah calmly explained, his left hand falling to press against the flat plane of Grell's stomach for support. "Skin handles hatred, and Tryde is their Judge -- I have no reason to think I'm better or worse off than anyone else." He narrowed his eyes, leaning in a bit just as his hand went intangible and sank an inch or so into the flesh of Grell's stomach. "And we certainly aren't toys."

[hesakillerqueen]

Even through the straddling Grell sensed that there wasn't a sexual purpose to this and was instead alarmed, intently following every single movement of Tyki's he could. He listened only vaguely to the explanation, his hands inching forward as Tyki pressed his own hand against his stomach - and as it sank in, Grell reached to try and grasp his wrist, unsure in Mikk's purpose but alarmed all the same.

"My role is to judge." Grell muttered, his attention more or less focused on the hand in his stomach. "But I'm curious, Tyki Mikk, as to what you're doing with me." His eyes were narrowed in suspicion, lips slightly parted and prepared to form words of scorn at any moment.

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He let Grell have a semblance of control, his hand pausing as the man grabbed his wrist, arm going completely still. "What do you think I'm doing?" he asked, making sure to splay his fingers and waggle them teasingly inside of Grell, the intangible digits doing through flesh and organ alike.

"Isn't it obvious?"