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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.

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Tyki sighed. They always came from the front. Always. It was almost as if creative thinking had died some short time after he had been born, its loss rendering everyone but the Noah incapable of thinking beyond the point of their blades, the rush of adrenaline coursing through their veins. Tyki rejected the world around him more on principle than necessity, really, choosing to instead watch Grell's chainsaw go through him and out the other side, its serrated edges biting deep into the wall beside them both, eating away at its frame. Tsk. That would be coming out of Grell's paycheck this month. Maybe even out of his hide, now

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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."

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He chose not to answer him out of spite, solidifying more and more of his arm until he thought Grell's throat may have burst from it. Hopefully, the man would pass out from a lack of oxygen, seeing as everything from Tyki's wrist to the top of his elbow was now filling his throat, causing it to bulge and distort rather grotesquely.

[hesakillerqueen]

It really didn't take long for Grell to do so, mainly because he'd been talking immediately beforehand. Still, when he woke up (if he did at all), it was safe to say that Grell would be huffy and pissed. And sore, very sore.

We can end it here!

[simplyteasing]

Tyki actually left Grell therefor a moment -- having no immediate plan to torture him outside of suffocation -- to go downstairs and look for two boxes of about five hundred or so toothpicks each. This would possibly be Grell's best chance to escape.