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Title: Cold Bones
Characters: Jack Skellington [Bone Daddy] & Deidara
Location: Outside~
Rating: Unknown, but Daddy is a pervert
Summary: A nice welcoming, from a very nice fellow
Day/Time: Day 36, night
Oh, finally he was out of that damn room. The King got played so badly, he worked for a key and would never get the chance to use it. It was his fault ( Read more... )
Characters: Jack Skellington [Bone Daddy] & Deidara
Location: Outside~
Rating: Unknown, but Daddy is a pervert
Summary: A nice welcoming, from a very nice fellow
Day/Time: Day 36, night
Oh, finally he was out of that damn room. The King got played so badly, he worked for a key and would never get the chance to use it. It was his fault ( Read more... )
Blue-green rolled towards the speaker in a fluid motion, locking onto the tall stranger with the intensity of a hawk. Tall enough to stick out in a crowd, skin pale as the snow under his feet, easy on the eyes and a smirk visible on his features; the smile on his lips twisted into a smirk to mirror the other's and he stepped towards him with unhurried footsteps, even as his eye lingered over the straitjacket with the faintest hint of apprehension coloring it.
"Not anymore," he returned easily, shoving his scarf away from his arm with a flick of his wrist and grinding the snow under his boot into a thin layer. After a quick glace over his shoulder, he shed his jacket after deftly snapping open the two top buttons, the only ones he'd bother to do before stepping outside; it made him more conscious of his height, but he resolutely ignored the thought as he draped his coat over Daddy with another look thrown back towards the doors.
He stepped back with a satisfied noise as he surveyed the taller of the two, tilting his head slightly as his smirk-turned-grin widened. "It wouldn't do if you were caught outside like that, un--" he said as a way of explanation, rolling his shoulders and internally thanking the instincts drilled into his head for picking an outfit that would appear warm even without the coat, having subconsciously dressed for colder weather. "--so, you better keep that covered until I get rid of it." Deidara turned an inquiring look to him, and asked, "Do you know a secluded place? Somewhere where the nurses won't find us attempting to pry that off you…. I don't know about you, but I don't fancy getting caught."
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"Thank you very much." He gave a wink, what a very nice boy.
Daddy nodded, "True, it's not exactly hard to spot such a clothing item, is it?" His voice was smooth and pleasing to the ears.
He moved his head around a bit, looking for a good place to hide from the nurses. He would ask King, but he'd most likely get told to fuck off. So instead he started moving towards a group of pine trees.
"Follow me, won't you? The nurses won't see us by the trees." His feet hit the snow in perfect rhythm.
He glowed confidence, suaveness, and maturity. He had to make a good impression, this was his first time out. He was just a voice to Jack before, but now he had control of their body.
As he walked, he made sure the boy followed him, giving him an easing smile. When they finally reached the area, Daddy knew this would do.
The trees were tall, maybe twenty feet tall. A crescent shaped ring guarded the two from outside pests. Not to mention there was a large rock in the center, just in case they felt like sitting.
"Good enough, yes?" He walked towards the rock and sat down, rolling his neck.
"Do you mind getting this wretched straitjacket off? The staff doesn't know who is actually dangerous here. Putting me in one of these was pointless." He seemed so calm, so collected.
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Deidara smiled faintly--though whether at Sakura's intonation or something else wasn't clear--the movement paper-thin and barely visible. He followed languidly after Daddy, throwing a lazy look behind him one last time before turning his back on the doors.
Even if he walked slower, it wasn't hard to follow the taller male with the footsteps left behind; the appraising glance he skimmed over the clearing was made quickly, and he didn't offer anything to refute the other's question-declaration.
"It should serve as an adequate enough cover," he replied amusedly, watching the other with faintly veiled curiosity. "As long as no-one else thinks of coming this way."
Deidara moved fluidly behind his tall companion with idle steps, slipping the coat back off of him and slinging it onto his own shoulder, holding it by tilting his head against it to trap the dark garment between his chin and his shoulder as nimble fingers went to work.
Working at an unhurried pace as he deftly unbuckled latches, he gave a sideways glance towards Daddy. Careful not to drop the glove from his mouth--he'd absently held the single left glove with his lips when he'd tugged the jacket off of the taller and had conveniently forgotten to shove them in a pocket beforehand, which would have meant fumbling to find the pocket beneath his shirt, seeing as how it fell to mid-thigh--though it meant his speech came out as a bit muffled, he asked with only half-fake indifference, "So..mind sharing why you were put in solitary confinement? I would like to know why they're ignorantly putting you into this thing, un. Especially when they've got the wrong guy."
And there's the little idea that you could always refuse to help him, still; you're only half-done, aren't you? A new voice smoothly inserted into his mind, cutting through the honey-tinted shades, the dark-humored laughter only kept in check with a loose hand. You could refuse to admit it, but you know it wasn't far from your mind, mn? Dei, Dei..
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"Oh, of course. I have nothing to hide from such a pretty face." He rolled his shoulders, feeling his body get released from such a hideous contraption.
His thin frame and bony body was now more obvious than ever. His thin white long sleeve shirt was appearing as well.
He sighed, pausing a bit before speaking again, "I was accused of slashing a boy's throat. Ridiculous as can be, you see. A neighbor of mine did it, he framed me. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Very tragic, I'm a social being. I don't kill, it's not my thing at all." He made sure as he spoke that Deidara was still undoing the straitjacket.
He closed his eyes, he could the commentary by Kingy. Oh, framed? I would never give you such amazing FUCKING credit, pussy.
"Yes, framed. This place just wanted to pin the blame on someone to not get their ass sued by the pretty boy's father." He was almost freed, he was so close.
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If Deidara noticed the slightest pause as Daddy formulated a suitable reply, he didn't comment on it; the corner of his lips quirked up at Sakura's pleased trilling at the compliment ['See? Why can't you pick people like him instead of those from before when you want something to entertain yourself with?' 'You know, the way you're going on and on about it, one'd think you're the one being complimented, Sakura.' 'Shut it, Akuma.'], and another buckle was undone.
He took in the other's skinny build, then the thin shirt; the dark material of his coat brushed against his closed eye and he sighed, making a barely perceivable shrug. Ah, well.
Deidara's lax focus, however, sharpened at the mention of the incident--but aside from a narrowing of his eye, he didn't seem any discomfited by the remark. Another latch fell, undone, from his fingers.
"How misfortunate, indeed," Deidara murmured, voice seeped faintly in dark humor as the glaze fell to the side, and the clatter of metal rang in his ears from the one-foot distance separating him and the latch--the next to last latch. His fingers dawdled above the very last one, skimming the cold as they crept towards it and hovering in almost-wait.
"But I'm at a disadvantage; I don't think I've gotten a name, yet…?" He continued offhandedly, resting his fingers on the last latch. "I've not had time to shift through anyone else's…entries as of yet."
Oh, hurry up and finish it already--but your foolhardiness will one day be the death of you, little one.
Deidara's eye narrowed even further but Akuma only laughed insolently at him as he subsided with the jab, not retreating but keeping well out of the way should Deidara decide to do something about his impertinence.
Then the last latch fell from his hand, and the matter dropped along with it.
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He couldn't tell, since the bottom one was the weakest, but his arms did manage to find their way out. He was strong, a lot stronger than he seemed. Part of the clothing ripped from a few smaller hidden cloth latches. His arms snaked out, he was glad was so thin.
He turned around, stilling sitting, to put a hand on each of side Deidara hip's. His thumbs on each side pressing into the boy's pelvis bone. He pulled himself up and gave a sexy smirk.
"Yours is Deidara, correct? Better remember that~" He sang Deidara's name as he said it.
He bent down and whispered into his right ear, moving one of his hands to Deidara's shoulder, "So, do you want a reward, pretty thing?" His voice was lustful, devious, and could spark interest and excitement to anyone on the planet.
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The blond felt his lips curl into a smile, too-conscious of the hands on his body, the pleasant tone the other used, and of the smirk fixed on his face that spoke volumes more than the mere gesture could be given credit for--but then again, he'd seen some very intense sentiments projected through actions, and nothing was truly ever impossible.
He tilted his head back slightly as to keep his left eye obscured in a well-practiced movement, heard Sakura's gleefully scandalized cackle-laughter ringing out from somewhere and felt more than saw Akuma's nonchalance at the events unfolding. Letting a faint smile flit onto his lips, he let the glove drop from his mouth and caught it with a jerk of his hand, playing his fingertips along the edges.
"I think I'd be affronted if you didn't remember the name of the person who helped you out from a straitjacket," he said half-musingly, his eye slipping closed by a margin. The tingle that crept up his spine wasn't at all discomforting, and he hummed a pleased note.
"And…a reward…?" Deidara purred, tipping his head back and letting his lips brush against Daddy for a fleeting moment; then he pulled his head back and gave the taller a sidelong glance, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "To be honest, the thought didn't cross my mind… What exactly would it entail, Daddy..?"
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He pushed their bodies together, rubbing a bit, testing the dark waters he had entered. He wasn't scared, that was ridiculous.
His lips tingled from the cold after they felt the warmth of Deidara's lips. He licked them, showing off his tongue and white teeth.
Many thoughts came in and out of his mind, mostly things that children weren't allowed to see. He had been locked up, in that room, in Jack's mind for too long. He was out now, and he was going to exploit the situation as much as he could.
"I'll make you feel like you're on fire, every inch of you." He purred as well and licked part of Deicara's ear.
His hands moved. One moved to Deirdara's ass, pushing them closer, and the other went to the center of his back. The hand in the back teased the boy's spine with his long and thin fingers.
"It's what I'm good at, I was born for such a purpose."
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He heard Akuma's impassive drawl of you're having too much fun with this and Sakura's if he's finding ways of entertaining himself in his free time, what's it matter and decided, watching Daddy lick his lips, he didn't particularly care very much and if he wanted to play for now, he could do what he wanted, and if the two didn't care, either, that was all the more easier to manage.
The blond grinned and arched lightly into Daddy, lazily tipping his head back. "Fire? I thought you promised me a chill?" he cooed teasingly, making an appreciative noise in his throat as the other's tongue ran against his ear, the heat coming as a non-too-disagreeable shock after the cold sting of the icy air.
He let his hands wander as they pleased, the glove shoved discreetly and unceremoniously into the pocket of the jacket, which had been inadvertently found when his hand had dropped; they found themselves playing along Daddy's sides, resting loosely against his body. Being pushed closer only got an absentminded note from the blond--mostly, he was too preoccupied with the pleasant sensation of fingers against his spine, the movement eliciting a pleased sigh from him.
"Shame on you--think of what your mother would say if she heard that," he drawled out, cocky smirk in place despite of himself as he brushed his lips against Daddy's jaw line, light and teasing.
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The hand that was teasing Deidara's spine moved up towards his head, "Mother would be very proud to see I've got someone like you, like this." He mentally laughed, he had no mother, and he wouldn't even think about calling Jack his mother.
He grabbed the back of the boy's head and tilted it up, he pushed his lips against his. He was going to work him slowly, give him a little more every few seconds. That's how you lured them in. He bit Deidara's bottom lip with a bit of force, but not enough to cause bloodshed. He forced his tongue inside next, using precise movements.
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"Someone like me, like how?" Deidara managed to ask between breaths, a smile playing on his lips at Daddy's laugh.
The blond received the kiss with little opposition, only a slight jerk showing his surprise, barely made and hardly to be felt; but the impression of the pale man's lips on his was a foreign feeling to him, unfamiliar, and he contemplated for a split second whether or not to try and break it off before shrugging off the matter.
The movements that pressed against him were precise, calculated--it wasn't anything like the ones from before, movements that were dark and bruising and pressing, yet gentle in its own odd way, like the giver who had-been.
Raesonence…
A cackling laughter encircled around him, ringing in his mind, Poor little child, unable to rid himself of the present that has-past--tortured, tortured, tortured--
The sting of a bite brought him back to the present, and Deidara responded justly by returning the kiss as the fog in his mind cleared, even if just by a bit; the pang in his chest was soothed over by the heat of another body against his, the restless voice silenced--or, rather, muffled--for the time being, and he let his control drift ever-so-slightly. It felt wonderful to not be able to think, even for a while, and he reveled in the not-thinking as he tipped his head back further, eye almost shut but not-closed.
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He licked Deidara's jawline, tracing it up to his ear, "If you like the cold so much, why are you wearing so much clothing?" He teased, giving a little nibble at Deidara's ear.
What could he do with a such a boy, it made hims so turned on. He liked the way their bodies were pressing, how their breaths warmed their cold skin.
His hands found themselves moving yet again. One was trying to snake it's way down into Deidara's pants. He gave a smirk and distracted him with a rough passionate kiss. He was glad the boy was enjoying himself, he aimed to please.
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"Flattery will only get you so far," he commented brazenly, almost idly letting his hand trail up the taller's arm. "Though, it is such a nice thing, un?"
The blond tilted his head up to Daddy and turned to allow better access, seeming pleased. At the comment, however, his smile grew larger, more secretive; impish playfulness coloring his voice, he replied, saying, "Well… Because, you see, a little girl stopped me on my way out and insisted I wear more before I 'stepped out into the cold in such thin clothing' with a frown on her face. And, it would've been such a shame to leave a cute little face like hers stuck in a scowl--that, and I didn't fancy getting myself landed in trouble so early in the games."
He grinned lazily, the perfect replica of a cat that had everything in his grasp, and a mouse to play with besides. "So, I indulged her and let the little whelp play dress-up with me before I came to look for entertainment, un." Deidara shrugged a shoulder and let his arm fall back mid-motion as if completing the motion was too bothersome. "Then, of course, she decided she didn't exactly trust me to follow her damn instructions to the letter and trailed me through the building. Last I saw, she was leaving..--"
Blue-gray narrowed into a sliver as its host caught a motion through the gaps in the trees; a flash of pink and white and blond, sky-blue imbedded in the image glittering for a moment, fleeting and gone the next.
"--..or, maybe, perhaps she isn't completely gone." He amended lamely, seeming non-too-pleased with the development as it was. The blond frowned, but he was cut off by a kiss from Daddy, and he almost missed the hand trailing down his body but for the soft warning growl echoing through his head as Akuma finally decided to make his presence known.
Little one, little one…surely you wouldn't want this to happen yet, this soon after-- He drawled, a faint hint of antagonism seeping into the echoing and cutting off at the mutinous shift in Deidara's thoughts at the almost-mention of Him. Amusement flashed pale-red, and the blond turned wary at the sudden change.
…Just a bit; just to see how far this'll go…
Of course.. But, you do remember..whatever will that girl who followed you think if she sees that jacket…?
Kuso.
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He licked his lips when Deidara mentioned clothing, "Let's play a game called undress up. It's where you do the opposite of dress up." He noticed Deidara's face change, but remained quiet about the subject matter.
"Ah, well, she can enjoy the show or join in. Doesn't matter." He said rather nonchalantly.
His hands began undoing the top of Deidara's pants, something he wanted to do way earlier on but had controlled himself. He slowly walked both their bodies to the rock, and pleasely pushed Deidara down to sit on the large rock.
"Be a good, or naughty boy if you prefer, and sit. Don't worry, no one will see." He ruffled Deidara's hair as he kneeled in front of Deidara, angeling his body so his head was at the same level as Deidara's pelvis.
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Coming back to himself with a swift blink of his eyes to clear the haze lingering in front of him, he laughed prettily, softly. "Such a dirty mind.." he murmured, letting a hand leave Daddy to trail lightly against his skin from his jaw line down to below his collarbone in an agonizingly slow, idle motion.
"I doubt I could have gotten the blonde-haired girl to do anything even if I tried, what with the pole shoved up her ass, since she didn't seem willing to even relax a bit enough to unwind--or stop yanking on my hair every time I did so much as twitch," the blond mused with a fleeting grimace as memories of biting pains on his scalp assaulted his mind, unconsciously gripping the aforementioned blond strands with his free hand and twining the gold locks around his fingers and obscuring the rings glinting dull-silver. Then the peeved expression was gone, and replaced by an amused glint in his eye.
“A game?" Deidara echoed listlessly, crooked grin-smirk in place and one corner of his eye narrowed more than the other. "I wonder how it'll be." Maybe it'll get Akuma enraged enough to stay away for a while, too, he absently added, quiet in his mind and only in a hollowed-out space where the Others couldn't reach him, because he needed his space, too, and the two could be awfully persistent if they set their minds to it. Trust Ghosts to be the most sentimental.
With a muted laugh on the smile coated over his pale-pink lips, he let himself be led backwards, only almost-stumbling once because he didn't care and not because he wasn't used to it, because he'd the peculiar habit of walking backwards when restless, sat down with one last hitch in his step though it was more of a fall than anything much calculated.
He pretended to be affronted when his hair was ruffled; broke out into a small, sideways grin anyway, in the end, and merely flicked the stray strands that'd come loose from his black hair-tie when he reached up as the jacket he'd been wearing not too long ago tangled around his supporting arm and pooled around his hips. The poutsullenconcealedinquisitiveness queer look on his face stayed for a while before it settled down somewhere under his mask, disappearing flawlessly as he dragged his long, slender fingers--torn from something before--through his hair, knees widening just a bit almost imperceptibly as Daddy knelt in front of him, too curious to see how far this would go to resist.
But he couldn't resist adding, "You can't guarantee that," cheekiness and something maybe a little darker coloring his words.
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His hands started to find their ways to undo the boy's pants. "If they want to watch, let them. Maybe they'll learn something. if they talk, I've got a few friends that will shut them up quick." This boy wore far too much for hist taste.
"Don't tell me you the self conscious type, baby." He unzipped and a few bony thin fingers snaked down. "You'll let me do this, right? I expect nothing in return." He licked his lips feelings fingers brush over a very sensitive area. "I don't stop, so little games could be dangerous for a pretty face like yours."
That familiar voice was in his mind again, taunting him like he usually did. The bastard always knew how to get to his nerves quickly.
What if he says no? What will your slutty lips suck on then? You think any person you ask will accept your forward advances? Just because Jack's got a pretty face and you think you have skilled hands? Don't make me laugh and take over. I'd rip that boy's head off and-
He stopped listening to the King, that rotten bastard. Probably the only person that could get him worked up so quickly.
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