Day: 007
Characters: Orochimaru
dr_snakey_pants, Tyki Mikk
hobowned, Seishirou Sakurazuka
rides_a_subaru, Gary Smith
relaxfriend, and perhaps Paul Morlock
andgettingworseSummary: Therapy time~
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day 7- Therapy time.
Status: CLOSED//INCOMPLETE
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Just when you thought you were safe, it's time for a little ~badtouch~ )
...He still felt weird. That was a part of the reason that he'd been so curious about exactly what was going to be happening with this therapy session. The one that he'd watched with Paul hadn't quite gone so well [and, if he really thought about it-- and he didn't-- the memory of the scene still made him nauseous], but that didn't mean that he wasn't up for another one. Paul was interesting enough, and Orochimaru was a big enough of a creep to be fun to watch in action.
There was no emotional problem with what was happening in front of him. The issue was a purely physical one. And that? That could be gotten over. And anyway, Dr. Seishirou had fucking sugar. And Gary could use some sugar ( ... )
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"None of you missed anything. Now that we're all here, Tyki Mikk, why don't you take your seat? You are the guest of honour after all," he said with a small smirk. He'd been looking forward to having the opportunity to experiment on someone for a very long time. He was looking forward to this.
"This is going to be a very... hands on lesson," he said silkily, shifting closer to the chair. "I guarantee that none of you will be disappointed." Save for perhaps Tyki, but that wasn't that important a matter. The younger man should feel rather honoured to have this chance.
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Tyki appraised the two who entered after him, the one who was with him, and the doctor. What was this, a circus? Was his therapy going to be some kind of show? One of them had brought cookies. He grimaced a bit at the thought and made his way over to the chair as the doctor invited him.
"This is going to be a very ... hands on lesson."
How very comforting. A thought of Sheryl passed unbidden through his mind. Tyki clenched his jaw and destroyed it.
As he sat down, he eyed the doctor critically, a faintly disproving grimace on his face.
"Is this where I pour out my life story? Gotta warn you - it's pretty dull."
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The scene and what it promised to happen were absorbing, and he only paid attention to the other spectators when Orochimaru did. Gary, and one of the other doctors. This guy here, Tyki Mikk, had to be really quite something to require such an escort, or the experiment was just going to be even better than he had thought. With Doctor Orochimaru, that didn't seem beyond the realm of possibility.
He gave Tyki a smile, or a grin, that was maybe a little too much pointy teeth and too little smile, shifting his glance over to Orochimaru. "If you need him to shut up, doctor, I can do that."
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For the most part, Seishirou was content to allow Paul and Orochimaru to handle things until an opening presented itself for him to offer his services, as he was not the primary physician in this case. As such, his attention wandered a little and he caught Gary eyeballing the container of cookies in his hands. Smiling obligingly, he held out the container to his assistant. "Would you like some before we begin? I find it helps with my concentration."
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Even while he grabbed the cookie, and started to eat it, Gary's eyes were drawn to Orochimaru. There was something about how the doctor's presence absorbed all the air in the room. It was fascinating, and Gary decided to make a point of studying every one of his movements, the way in which words curled off his tongue. What was Orochimaru going to do to Tyki? Gary didn't know, but he was dying to find out.
Gary leaned against the wall, next to Seishirou, so that he could observe. He leaned into Seishirou. "What exactly am I doing?"
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Shifting closer to the test subject for the evening, Orochimaru licked his lips.
"Oh Tyki Mikk. Don't worry, it won't be life stories we'll be spilling. I'll be sure to fix you..." he hissed softly, lifting his hand to drag it lightly against the curve of Tyki's face. "Provided you a cooperative..."
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It was entirely debatable that he was, in fact, insane. He did love to kill. He was one of the Noah. He served the Earl. Certainly he didn't think he was insane, but the reality of it was always up in the air. Did normal, sane people enjoy removing their enemy's internal organs? And if they did, did they normally act on that pleasure?
It was a nice line of thought. However, it would have to wait until later. The doctor shifted closer, ran a hand against Tyki's face. He tilted his head away, glancing at the doctor's pale hand darkly.
"I'll try," he said, his entire body tensing as if he was ready to bolt, "but even I've got my limits. It all kinda depends on what you're planning to do." Take the crazy out of this man ... a tiny twist of ice in his stomach warned Tyki that he just might be missing something sort of important by the time this was all over.
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So he sat back and waited, leisurely enjoying a cookie himself as he studied Paul and Orochimaru's actions, at the patients reactions, and idly daydreamed of a young boy he had once known. It was halfway through the cookie that he addressed Gary's question.
"Observing for the most part. Offering assistance when asked for it. We're simply sitting on on the procedure in case it gets out of hand, I presume."
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"Everyone has their limits," he hissed softly, their cheeks almost touching now. "That's what I'm here, isn't it?"
He lifted his hand, tracing the curve of the other man's jaw. "To figure out what those limits are and to ease them out of you?"
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"I'm afraid," he said, his grip tightening slowly, "that I'm not one for testing my own limits under these kinds of circumstances." His casual demeanor was being overtaken by something significantly more sinister. Tyki could feel his black side sliding into the forefront of his mind.
He kept his peripheral vision out for any intervention by the creepy bastard who'd gotten him. He wasn't about to be surprised by anything.
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He only took one step closer, shooting a jolt of electricity at Tyki, but kept his hand raised as a warning.
"Don't get stupid ideas, crazy," he sneered, and it sounded more like an invitation than a threat. He turned his head and glanced at Gary. "Hey Gary, wanna help me here?"
Shared fun could be even better.
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Gary preferred to be doing something. Anything. And if all that meant was being muscle for now, he'd work his way up the ladder.
Tyki was being stupid, anyway, and he had to know that there was no way in hell that he was going to get away with anything except crying like a bitch.
Gary moved closer, rubbing his hands together. "You know, Tyki, if you were the hand holding sort, you should have said something. I would have reached out to you."
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It was strange with him how closely anger and interest entwined with one another. He was very interested in this man. This Tyki.
"Testing your limits..." he hissed slowly. "That's exactly what we're here for. I'm sure it won't be so hard for you to figure out that what you want, or what you think... Little Tyki... it doesn't matter in a place like this. Certainly not when you're in the care of someone like me."
He was almost touched when Gary and Paul came to his defense, stopping Tyki's movements, and for the most part holding him still so that Orochimaru's fingers could slide deftly up his thigh.
"Are you afraid, then, Tyki Mikk? Are you afraid of me?"
A pause and a smirk.
"You probably should be."
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