Loz had been a little saddened when he'd returned from 7th Heaven to find that Yazoo wasn't in their suite, but a quick check of the network remedied that. He jumped up and headed for the drawer in question - what they politely referred to as an underwear drawer despite the fact that it held little in the way of underwear and much in the way of far more entertaining things. He rifled through the drawer's contents, but after only a moment he grew impatient and yanked the drawer out of its bureau, overturning it on the bed. Of course the note was on the underside of the drawer; he took it and left the drawer and its contents overturned on the bed as he read.
After checking the computer to bring up a map to the address Yazoo had given, he headed directly out. He paused only to watch the note burn in the lit fireplace in the lobby (which still smelled vaguely of smoke and damp thanks to some idiot's recent failure in the kitchen).
Loz alternately walked and jogged to the specified location, unable to keep from smiling. The final words that Yazoo had written echoed in his mind. I caught him. There could be only one meaning.
It was dark and cold and dank here close to the docks, with the wind coming in off the water. There didn't seem to be any crab-things around; either they didn't like the atmosphere, or Yazoo had taken care of them already. Loz suspected the latter, honestly. But he didn't let it get to him that Yazoo had had fun without him. Yazoo had gone to a lot of trouble, clearly, to find him a wonderful present. He only wished he had something just as good to give in return.
He walked straight up to the given storage shed and rapped lightly on the door, and waited.
For the first moment after Yazoo let him in (as though on , Loz only met his brother's eyes, smiling faintly with expectation. Then his gaze slid aside, and he saw his present, and his grin widened madly, nostrils flaring at the scent of blood. He turned away and slipped his arms around Yazoo to hug him, but didn't meet his brother's eyes again. He looked back and Marluxia was still there, right there, all bound up and powerless. The grin never wavered.
Marluxia grunted in pain as Yazoo punched him, but didn't speak again. He spat the blood out of his mouth, not caring whether or not it hit Yazoo...then the door opened.
Any and all hopes of rescue were cut very short as he saw Loz enter through the door--and then the ninny began to laugh. At what? Him?
"Are you quite finished?" Marluxia asked dryly, not caring if it earned him another hit--it seemed, after all, that there would be only pain to spare for him.
Yazoo hadn't bothered with installing a camera outside the storage shed -- he'd felt the pull of his brother's presence even before Loz knocked, and went to let him in immediately. The expression on his Other's face when he saw his present was everything Yazoo had hoped for.
"Are you quite finished?"
Yazoo didn't turn around at that, though his eyes flicked towards the sound of Marluxia's voice. He twisted a little away from his brother without pulling out of their mutual embrace, blinked cattishly at the Nobody, and turned back to press a slow, deep kiss to Loz's lips. "He's all for you," Yazoo whispered huskily, the honeyed thickness of his voice matching the wet sounds of his mouth against his brother's. "But Loz, I want his left eye. Wanna rip it out..."
He shuddered, inhaling slowly to steady himself. It would be too easy to let the thrill of victory and the anticipatory rush that was so much like sexual arousal deteriorate into something else entirely... and that would be selfish. Right now it was Loz's turn to play, to enjoy his revenge. Afterwards, when they'd had their fun with Marluxia, they could fall into each other's arms here, or in the shower back at the hotel, and it would feel just as good.
He turned to usher Loz further into the small, square room, and pulled the roll-down door closed behind him.
"We don't have any Potions, but I did the best I could," he explained, indicating the supplies that lined the far wall -- IV poles and saline drips, boxes of medicine, bandages and surgical tools and bags of donor blood. Yazoo's smile was as broad as his brother's now; he was all but glowing with pride. "If we're careful, we can keep him alive for days, maybe even a week or two."
Loz was about to start in and punch Marluxia in the face, at his interruption, but Yazoo quickly and effectively distracted him. He barely heard the request for Marluxia's left eye, but when Yazoo broke away he nodded. He could always take the right eye, after all. He wasn't picky.
But that would be one of the last things to do. It would be so much more fun if Marluxia could see everything they did to him. And did in front of him, for that matter...
But Yazoo, though clearly just as tempted as Loz, ushered him further in and closed the door, indicating that now was not quite the time for such play. The scent of blood was a little stronger with the door closed, and Loz found that he didn't mind waiting to have Yazoo when something this entertaining was what was in the way.
"I'll try to be careful." Loz smirked; Yazoo knew how successful he usually was at that.
He approached the prisoner, studying more closely the damage to his legs. With one hand, he reached out, touching Marluxia's clothed torso just below the ribs, running his hand lightly along as he paced all the way around his new toy.
It wasn't until he faced his prey again that he looked into his face. After a moment he grinned... and punched toward the man's stomach.
[[OOC: ...I apologize sincerely for my fail. Been having a rough time in RL and it's left me a bit drained of the will to write this sort of mindset. :-P But such is temporary. How detailed did we want to go, anyway, given the timeframe? ^_^; ...also, he could pull that punch, if need be ;-) No worries, I'm all malleable and stuff]]
He curled his lip in contempt as he watched them all over each other--getting off on this and they called him sick--he heard Yazoo's request for his eye and frowned some more, like hell they were getting either of his eyes. He'd find a way out of this--there had to be a way.
Then Loz touched him--ran his repulsive touch all over him, disgusting--and when he was through, punched him hard enough to make his body jerk against the bonds, the pain going all through, pulling at his wrists and reverberating in his ruined legs; he almost gagged from the force of it.
But still, he lifted his head back up and merely gave Loz an impassive, unimpressed look.
[[OOC: I'm fine with a fairly high level of detail personally, but not too high--don't want to chance making myself sick. And no need to pull punches--I already told Jesse, but you can pretty much do as you like to his body and just run injuries beyond a slap or a punch to his pretty face by me first. I am also all malleable and whatnot. :D ]]
The impact of Loz's fist made a satisfyingly deep whump, and the way that it jerked Marluxia's body against his manacles -- and the expression on his face -- was wonderful. Yazoo laughed openly, a sharp bark of cruel amusement. But he sobered quickly.
"You'll rupture something vital," he chastised Loz, still smiling. Reaching for something on one of the crates of supplies, he approached his brother and pressed something into his left hand. "Try this first."
It was a scalpel.
Back when they had first escaped the labs, all three brothers had gone through a phase of intense curiosity regarding the ways in which they were different from other people. Kadaj had gotten the idea to try cutting one of them open to compare how they looked inside with other creatures they'd killed. The experience -- or rather, experiences, since it had taken several tries to satisfy Kadaj (one of which had nearly required a Phoenix Down) -- had been an interesting, if painful, affair. And as a result, both Yazoo and Loz were well aware that you could do an awful lot of cutting without causing any life-threatening damage, provided you knew how to avoid the blood vessels.
Slipping around behind Marluxia, Yazoo used a second scalpel to slit open his clothing in a few swift motions. He grinned around the Nobody's now-bared shoulder at Loz. "Do you think we should both play with him?" he asked, running an appreciative hand up Marluxia's hip and waist. "I don't think he likes this sort of thing."
[OOC: He's implying that they should badtouch Mar-Mar, basically, to combine mindfuck with physical pain. Either of you are free to stop this idea in its tracks if you're not comfortable with it. ^^ But Teg, if you wanna do it, better change the warnings on the thread~ XD]
Loz had drawn back his fist again, watching his prey's face - he wanted to see when his desperate composure began to crack. But Yazoo had other plans, placing a scalpel in Loz's hand and passing by to move behind Marluxia and get rid of some of that concealing clothing.
Loz's lip curled in a cruel sneer, though his eyes were on Yazoo. He liked the bared skin - he liked to see the bruises and blood, and later on, the places where the body's shape changed as broken bones and swelling took their toll. The kind of torment Yazoo talked about, that would work better while Marluxia's skin was more whole, before he began to lose feeling. But...
But the thought that this bastard getting any pleasure out of what they did to him, however physical or unlooked-for on his part, made the idea stick in his throat. "Not me," he said, his sneer faded to faint disgust as he watched their prisoner's face again. "Not yet." His lips twitched, then pulled wide again. "Not until we get around to taking at least one of his eyes, anyway."
He left the notion of why he'd want one of Marluxia's eyes removed first go unsaid, studying the scalpel in his large hands instead. "I think first though... if I'm not allowed to beat him..." He grinned as he glanced up at Yazoo. "I just wanna see him bleed a little..."
And quick as that, his hand shot out and up, cutting a thin, shallow path of red up Marluxia's breastbone. Loz brought the scalpel to a halt just at the base of the man's chin - if he hadn't stopped his hand, that delicate face would have been cut as well. Not time for that yet.
Loz glanced up at his brother again, asking almost gleefully, "You hungry?"
[[OOC: ...oh god you remembered that fic I've never yet had the courage to write... XD also, *apologizes profusely for slowness*]]
He was steadfastly refusing to show it, but Yazoo's touches were strongly unnerving him--he could guess what the other man meant by 'playing,' and he knew it was the kind of game he wanted no part of (Well, at least not the receiving end). Also, it was cold and uncomfortable in the room without clothes, though the nudity wasn't otherwise too bothersome, lacking the ability to feel shame and all.
Marluxia froze very still when Loz took the scalpel to his chest, his neck--not even breathing, for fear of the scalpel coming too close to something vital. He had no idea whatever Loz meant by being hungry, and was as sure that he didn't want to know as he was sure he would find out in the next few seconds.
For a moment, Loz's response took Yazoo by surprise -- he had expected his brother to want to use Marluxia in every way possible, make him hurt in every way they could. He almost protested, but the look on his Other's face made him hold his tongue on the issue. "I understand," he said, and thought he did. This was too personal for Loz to enjoy that kind of play -- Marluxia was more than a body that would bleed and scream and shudder and beg. Any pleasure they gave him, even involuntarily, would be a loss on their part.
Still, Yazoo couldn't resist rocking his hips forward against Marluxia's behind; leaning close for just a moment, he hissed into the Nobody's ear, "Maybe later." Grinning at Marluxia's discomfiture, he stepped back to watch Loz over their prisoner's shoulder.
There was little use in debating semantics with his brother -- Yazoo hadn't said that Loz could not beat Marluxia, only that he should be careful or start with something else -- and so he circled around to stand slightly behind and to Loz's side, where he could watch both his brother and their toy at once. The way Loz moved was wonderful, precise, absolutely powerful but completely controlled. Physicality was his purpose, and he performed it splendidly.
"You hungry?"
Yazoo blinked, which was as close as he generally came to startling, and tore his eyes away from the thin line of blood standing out against Marluxia's pale skin. At first he couldn't find a response; it was rare that he got to watch his brother in action without having to remain on guard, and, perhaps unfortunately, it had him flushed and breathing hard already. Licking his lips as they parted in a smile, Yazoo nodded affirmatively. "Mhm."
[OOC: So the fucking tech STILL hasn't gotten the virus after two tries, which is why it took me so long to reply. I'm sorry~~ D: Also, Loz's implied suggestion made me snicker. God I love how fucked up these guys are. XD <3]
Loz grinned wide, showing entirely too many teeth as he glanced toward Yazoo. "We'll need heat," he suggested. "Don't much feel like raw."
He turned back to Marluxia - looking into his face to see if he'd picked up on what was going to happen yet - then paced around him slowly, this time inspecting more closely. Somewhere to start small, somewhere with enough meat to spare a bit... the thighs were the obvious choice but he didn't want to go so far yet. There, that would do...
He tilted his head to watch Marluxia's face as he smiled and took the scalpel to the skin of the man's upper arms with short, quick cuts. He ran his other hand down the man's arm from his wrist, finally reaching the wound he was creating... then, after a moment, digging in with his fingers.
[[OOC: *trying to stop failing so hard* right, uh... by the way... Marluxia passing out at any point is a good way to make Time Pass, should you want, Teg ^_^; ]]
There was finally an expression other than disdain on Marluxia's face: pain, rage, and something like mounting horror.
"You're sick," He said, voice ragged, struggling against the chains without noticing that he was doing so. "Twisted, foul, depraved, repugnant, unnatural, wrong..." He hissed, beginning to hyperventilate, unable to hold onto his cool facade any longer.
Yazoo looked up from the small camping stove he'd begun to heat and laughed, a burst of disturbingly childlike mirth turned ugly by the masculinity of his voice. Unfolding smoothly from his crouch, he returned to his brother's side and regarded Marluxia with an anticipatory glitter in his softly glowing eyes. He was breathing fast, and it was obvious even through his dark jeans that Yazoo was aroused -- not by the torture itself, but by combination of his brother's obvious delight and skillful work and the thrill of victory, and the familiar coppery scent of blood. The adrenaline rush in a fight was just too close to the heat of desire.
"We're sick?" he repeated mockingly, stepping past Loz to lay a hand on Marluxia's chest; he could feel it heaving, and that only made his smile widen. "Sick would be waiting until your flesh is gangrenous to eat it."
Slipping around behind Marluxia, and trailing his hand along the man's skin as he went just as Loz had done earlier, Yazoo came to a stop behind him. He set a hand on the back of Marluxia's head to prevent the Nobody from headbutting him, swept aside his hair, and leaned in to slide his tongue up between Marluxia's shoulder blades and along his spine, up his neck. The cold sweat he tasted made Yazoo laugh softly.
He circled back around to tend the stove, but on the way past Marluxia, he wiped up some of the blood that was running down his side from the wound on his arm. Yazoo licked the thick red liquid off his fingers as he went, careful to let Marluxia see him do so.
Loz pulled, working the flesh free - much more difficult, delicate work when you weren't simply trying to chop meat from bone. He worked intently, glancing up to Marluxia's face often, and as his prey began to sing his grin widened and his breath quickened and his physical state came to mirror his brother's.
This was better than when they'd tortured those Turks. There was no information to listen for - he could revel in the play of emotion in the man's expression and the cadences of his voice.
Loz did not laugh, but he stilled, fingers deep in their work, blood that wasn't his streaming down his arm. Everything burned away with the feel of warmth and the scent of blood: there was no greater purpose to this act, no punishment, no retribution. There was nothing but the excitement of power and helplessness, predator and prey. There was no thought - only action.
He clenched his hand and pulled and came free, breathing deep, as though he'd been running. And he only stood and listened with rapt attention to his victim's music, blood dripping from what he held in his still-clenched hand.
Marluxia took in breath that released with a gasp when Loz pulled a chunk--a chunk of his body--loose. And there was Yazoo with the hot pan, and suddenly his stomach revolted. He shook the chains as he vomited, part of him hoping that he'd hit Loz as well as the floor.
Coughing, he managed to gasp "Monsters," before the pain in his legs and rest of his body, magnified by the uncontrollable convulsions, made him black out, he knew not for how long.
After checking the computer to bring up a map to the address Yazoo had given, he headed directly out. He paused only to watch the note burn in the lit fireplace in the lobby (which still smelled vaguely of smoke and damp thanks to some idiot's recent failure in the kitchen).
Loz alternately walked and jogged to the specified location, unable to keep from smiling. The final words that Yazoo had written echoed in his mind. I caught him. There could be only one meaning.
It was dark and cold and dank here close to the docks, with the wind coming in off the water. There didn't seem to be any crab-things around; either they didn't like the atmosphere, or Yazoo had taken care of them already. Loz suspected the latter, honestly. But he didn't let it get to him that Yazoo had had fun without him. Yazoo had gone to a lot of trouble, clearly, to find him a wonderful present. He only wished he had something just as good to give in return.
He walked straight up to the given storage shed and rapped lightly on the door, and waited.
For the first moment after Yazoo let him in (as though on , Loz only met his brother's eyes, smiling faintly with expectation. Then his gaze slid aside, and he saw his present, and his grin widened madly, nostrils flaring at the scent of blood. He turned away and slipped his arms around Yazoo to hug him, but didn't meet his brother's eyes again. He looked back and Marluxia was still there, right there, all bound up and powerless. The grin never wavered.
And he laughed out of sheer joy.
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Any and all hopes of rescue were cut very short as he saw Loz enter through the door--and then the ninny began to laugh. At what? Him?
"Are you quite finished?" Marluxia asked dryly, not caring if it earned him another hit--it seemed, after all, that there would be only pain to spare for him.
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"Are you quite finished?"
Yazoo didn't turn around at that, though his eyes flicked towards the sound of Marluxia's voice. He twisted a little away from his brother without pulling out of their mutual embrace, blinked cattishly at the Nobody, and turned back to press a slow, deep kiss to Loz's lips. "He's all for you," Yazoo whispered huskily, the honeyed thickness of his voice matching the wet sounds of his mouth against his brother's. "But Loz, I want his left eye. Wanna rip it out..."
He shuddered, inhaling slowly to steady himself. It would be too easy to let the thrill of victory and the anticipatory rush that was so much like sexual arousal deteriorate into something else entirely... and that would be selfish. Right now it was Loz's turn to play, to enjoy his revenge. Afterwards, when they'd had their fun with Marluxia, they could fall into each other's arms here, or in the shower back at the hotel, and it would feel just as good.
He turned to usher Loz further into the small, square room, and pulled the roll-down door closed behind him.
"We don't have any Potions, but I did the best I could," he explained, indicating the supplies that lined the far wall -- IV poles and saline drips, boxes of medicine, bandages and surgical tools and bags of donor blood. Yazoo's smile was as broad as his brother's now; he was all but glowing with pride. "If we're careful, we can keep him alive for days, maybe even a week or two."
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But that would be one of the last things to do. It would be so much more fun if Marluxia could see everything they did to him. And did in front of him, for that matter...
But Yazoo, though clearly just as tempted as Loz, ushered him further in and closed the door, indicating that now was not quite the time for such play. The scent of blood was a little stronger with the door closed, and Loz found that he didn't mind waiting to have Yazoo when something this entertaining was what was in the way.
"I'll try to be careful." Loz smirked; Yazoo knew how successful he usually was at that.
He approached the prisoner, studying more closely the damage to his legs. With one hand, he reached out, touching Marluxia's clothed torso just below the ribs, running his hand lightly along as he paced all the way around his new toy.
It wasn't until he faced his prey again that he looked into his face. After a moment he grinned... and punched toward the man's stomach.
[[OOC: ...I apologize sincerely for my fail. Been having a rough time in RL and it's left me a bit drained of the will to write this sort of mindset. :-P But such is temporary. How detailed did we want to go, anyway, given the timeframe? ^_^;
...also, he could pull that punch, if need be ;-) No worries, I'm all malleable and stuff]]
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Then Loz touched him--ran his repulsive touch all over him, disgusting--and when he was through, punched him hard enough to make his body jerk against the bonds, the pain going all through, pulling at his wrists and reverberating in his ruined legs; he almost gagged from the force of it.
But still, he lifted his head back up and merely gave Loz an impassive, unimpressed look.
[[OOC: I'm fine with a fairly high level of detail personally, but not too high--don't want to chance making myself sick. And no need to pull punches--I already told Jesse, but you can pretty much do as you like to his body and just run injuries beyond a slap or a punch to his pretty face by me first. I am also all malleable and whatnot. :D ]]
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"You'll rupture something vital," he chastised Loz, still smiling. Reaching for something on one of the crates of supplies, he approached his brother and pressed something into his left hand. "Try this first."
It was a scalpel.
Back when they had first escaped the labs, all three brothers had gone through a phase of intense curiosity regarding the ways in which they were different from other people. Kadaj had gotten the idea to try cutting one of them open to compare how they looked inside with other creatures they'd killed. The experience -- or rather, experiences, since it had taken several tries to satisfy Kadaj (one of which had nearly required a Phoenix Down) -- had been an interesting, if painful, affair. And as a result, both Yazoo and Loz were well aware that you could do an awful lot of cutting without causing any life-threatening damage, provided you knew how to avoid the blood vessels.
Slipping around behind Marluxia, Yazoo used a second scalpel to slit open his clothing in a few swift motions. He grinned around the Nobody's now-bared shoulder at Loz. "Do you think we should both play with him?" he asked, running an appreciative hand up Marluxia's hip and waist. "I don't think he likes this sort of thing."
[OOC: He's implying that they should badtouch Mar-Mar, basically, to combine mindfuck with physical pain. Either of you are free to stop this idea in its tracks if you're not comfortable with it. ^^ But Teg, if you wanna do it, better change the warnings on the thread~ XD]
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Loz's lip curled in a cruel sneer, though his eyes were on Yazoo. He liked the bared skin - he liked to see the bruises and blood, and later on, the places where the body's shape changed as broken bones and swelling took their toll. The kind of torment Yazoo talked about, that would work better while Marluxia's skin was more whole, before he began to lose feeling. But...
But the thought that this bastard getting any pleasure out of what they did to him, however physical or unlooked-for on his part, made the idea stick in his throat. "Not me," he said, his sneer faded to faint disgust as he watched their prisoner's face again. "Not yet." His lips twitched, then pulled wide again. "Not until we get around to taking at least one of his eyes, anyway."
He left the notion of why he'd want one of Marluxia's eyes removed first go unsaid, studying the scalpel in his large hands instead. "I think first though... if I'm not allowed to beat him..." He grinned as he glanced up at Yazoo. "I just wanna see him bleed a little..."
And quick as that, his hand shot out and up, cutting a thin, shallow path of red up Marluxia's breastbone. Loz brought the scalpel to a halt just at the base of the man's chin - if he hadn't stopped his hand, that delicate face would have been cut as well. Not time for that yet.
Loz glanced up at his brother again, asking almost gleefully, "You hungry?"
[[OOC: ...oh god you remembered that fic I've never yet had the courage to write... XD also, *apologizes profusely for slowness*]]
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Marluxia froze very still when Loz took the scalpel to his chest, his neck--not even breathing, for fear of the scalpel coming too close to something vital. He had no idea whatever Loz meant by being hungry, and was as sure that he didn't want to know as he was sure he would find out in the next few seconds.
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Still, Yazoo couldn't resist rocking his hips forward against Marluxia's behind; leaning close for just a moment, he hissed into the Nobody's ear, "Maybe later." Grinning at Marluxia's discomfiture, he stepped back to watch Loz over their prisoner's shoulder.
There was little use in debating semantics with his brother -- Yazoo hadn't said that Loz could not beat Marluxia, only that he should be careful or start with something else -- and so he circled around to stand slightly behind and to Loz's side, where he could watch both his brother and their toy at once. The way Loz moved was wonderful, precise, absolutely powerful but completely controlled. Physicality was his purpose, and he performed it splendidly.
"You hungry?"
Yazoo blinked, which was as close as he generally came to startling, and tore his eyes away from the thin line of blood standing out against Marluxia's pale skin. At first he couldn't find a response; it was rare that he got to watch his brother in action without having to remain on guard, and, perhaps unfortunately, it had him flushed and breathing hard already. Licking his lips as they parted in a smile, Yazoo nodded affirmatively. "Mhm."
[OOC: So the fucking tech STILL hasn't gotten the virus after two tries, which is why it took me so long to reply. I'm sorry~~ D: Also, Loz's implied suggestion made me snicker. God I love how fucked up these guys are. XD <3]
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He turned back to Marluxia - looking into his face to see if he'd picked up on what was going to happen yet - then paced around him slowly, this time inspecting more closely. Somewhere to start small, somewhere with enough meat to spare a bit... the thighs were the obvious choice but he didn't want to go so far yet. There, that would do...
He tilted his head to watch Marluxia's face as he smiled and took the scalpel to the skin of the man's upper arms with short, quick cuts. He ran his other hand down the man's arm from his wrist, finally reaching the wound he was creating... then, after a moment, digging in with his fingers.
[[OOC: *trying to stop failing so hard* right, uh... by the way... Marluxia passing out at any point is a good way to make Time Pass, should you want, Teg ^_^; ]]
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"You're sick," He said, voice ragged, struggling against the chains without noticing that he was doing so. "Twisted, foul, depraved, repugnant, unnatural, wrong..." He hissed, beginning to hyperventilate, unable to hold onto his cool facade any longer.
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"We're sick?" he repeated mockingly, stepping past Loz to lay a hand on Marluxia's chest; he could feel it heaving, and that only made his smile widen. "Sick would be waiting until your flesh is gangrenous to eat it."
Slipping around behind Marluxia, and trailing his hand along the man's skin as he went just as Loz had done earlier, Yazoo came to a stop behind him. He set a hand on the back of Marluxia's head to prevent the Nobody from headbutting him, swept aside his hair, and leaned in to slide his tongue up between Marluxia's shoulder blades and along his spine, up his neck. The cold sweat he tasted made Yazoo laugh softly.
He circled back around to tend the stove, but on the way past Marluxia, he wiped up some of the blood that was running down his side from the wound on his arm. Yazoo licked the thick red liquid off his fingers as he went, careful to let Marluxia see him do so.
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This was better than when they'd tortured those Turks. There was no information to listen for - he could revel in the play of emotion in the man's expression and the cadences of his voice.
Loz did not laugh, but he stilled, fingers deep in their work, blood that wasn't his streaming down his arm. Everything burned away with the feel of warmth and the scent of blood: there was no greater purpose to this act, no punishment, no retribution. There was nothing but the excitement of power and helplessness, predator and prey. There was no thought - only action.
He clenched his hand and pulled and came free, breathing deep, as though he'd been running. And he only stood and listened with rapt attention to his victim's music, blood dripping from what he held in his still-clenched hand.
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Coughing, he managed to gasp "Monsters," before the pain in his legs and rest of his body, magnified by the uncontrollable convulsions, made him black out, he knew not for how long.
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