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Apr 07, 2010 21:36

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.

Want to hear you say it / Say you want it, need it / Don't wanna wait until we finish the show. )

† grell sutcliffe | madame red, † tyki mikk | n/a

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hesakillerqueen April 8 2010, 04:09:01 UTC
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, ( ... )

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hesakillerqueen April 19 2010, 06:37:43 UTC
The finger wiggling caused Grell's eye to twitch in discomfort, and his grip only tightened. "I know that!" He snapped, careful not to jerk Tyki's hand in any direction.

"What are you planning to do with my organs? They look much better in my abdomen, I can most certainly assure you."

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simplyteasing April 24 2010, 05:49:38 UTC
He shifted forward in an effort to put more obscene, airy pressure on the man's organs, his face contorting into a serene, utterly pleased smile as he did so.

"So much," he crooned in response, his waist finally settling atop Grell's. "--And I haven't even decided where to start."

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hesakillerqueen April 24 2010, 06:05:07 UTC
The pressure caused Grell's face to twist into an uncomfortable wince, and now he did squirm as best he could, irritation in his voice. If he hadn't had had a hand in his torso, he certainly would've been enjoying the position - and Tyki's weight on his waist reminded him of this.

"Th-that's not comforting! I know you'll enjoy this, your pleasures are certainly bestial enough for it, but I certainly don't trust you not to do what I would do!"

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simplyteasing April 24 2010, 06:47:27 UTC
The hands tip-toed up Grell's lower intestine, fingers walking excruciatingly slow up the long, storied expanse of the organ while Grell spoke. Tyki only half-listened in meanwhile, more intent on feeling the man's insides than hearing anything coming from them; he leaned in closer, hands ghosting up to the very bottom of Grell's stomach, holding there for a moment as he opened his eyes and gave the man a rather...half-lidded look.

"What do you think you're made of, Grell?"

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hesakillerqueen April 24 2010, 07:08:30 UTC
His next diatribe forgotten, Grell paused at the question - was it a trick question? Certainly. Did he have any particularly clever answers to give? Not in the least.

"Flesh and blood." His answer came almost warily, and though he took the look into account, he really wouldn't risk making any assumptions - not with Tyki. "I do hope you weren't expecting anything theatrical as your answer."

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simplyteasing April 24 2010, 07:41:48 UTC
The fingers sunk in lower, teasing at the lining of Grell's stomach before one hand slowly plunged in, still immaterial and vaguely discomforting. Tyki's smile refused to wipe away from his face, the thing nearly predatory, obviously dangerous. His opposite hand -- the one not so far inside of Grell -- withdrew to brace the bulk of his weight.

A soft clinking noise could be heard as he moved.

"I could pull it all out of you," he said, half-whispering. "One piece of skin at a time." He swallowed, his gaze flickering down to Grell's stomach for a moment. "--Everything inside of you. One by one. In alphabetical order."

He moved, slightly, adjusting himself so that he half-knelt, half-straddled the redhead, that same clinking sound from earlier accompanying him. It sounded like glass. "Or I could leave something inside."

The hand Tyki held inside of Grell made a fist, squeezing tight.

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hesakillerqueen April 25 2010, 19:42:53 UTC
Grell grinned, though it was less a grin than a flat baring of teeth that wanted to be a grin. "I know you could. It really isn't that difficult." He attempted to shift, but froze at the clinking noise - the uncomfortable sensation made him feel slightly ill, but he ignored it in favor of wondering what the sadist above him would really go so far to do. How far would Tyki go? He already knew the answer and it wasn't good, because he was fairly sure there was no bottom.

"Wh-what do you think you're doing? I'm already rather complete as is!" He snapped, glancing nervously now and again down at Tyki's submerged hand.

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simplyteasing April 26 2010, 15:10:46 UTC
"Shush," he cooed, reaching back with his free hand to take out a half-foot shard of unnaturally thin and smooth black glass from his back pocket. He handled it gingerly, moving slow and purposeful as he drew the thing forward and angled it directly over one of Grell's kidneys. "This will only take a minute or so."

And then he struck, phasing the glass through Grell and into the bunk behind him, "nailing" him to it without actually piercing any of the flesh.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

His smile was wide, oblivious, and friendly.

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hesakillerqueen April 27 2010, 04:38:45 UTC
Grell might've jerked when Tyki struck, his eyes having widened noticeably at the sight of the black glass, but when there was no pain nor blood, he paused in confusion. His glance back up to Tyki's genial smile was wary, cautious - he made a noise in his throat of annoyance, frustration, his hand coming up in an attempt to grip the front of Tyki's dandy clothes and jerk him closer almost impatiently, though he was almost certain he would either be stopped, punished, or mocked for his attempts - quite possibly all three.

"I don't trust you in the least, Tyki Mikk. For all I can be certain of, you'll tear out my heart in the breath after this!" Grell scolded, his sharp teeth visible between his parted lips. His voice grew...not softer, as it was still quite sharp and razor-edged, but more sensuous if anything else. "You're really quite fortunate I enjoy heartless monsters and evil men, or I just wouldn't put up with you and all of your teasing!"

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simplyteasing April 30 2010, 16:49:33 UTC
"Oh, I leave the teasing to Rhode," he stated mere inches away from Grell's face, his tone both jovial and amused at the accusations leveled against him. "Right now I simply don't want you to move while I work."

The Noah shifted all of his weight down on top of Grell, straddling him again. "Because if you do, and my concentration is broken," he continued, moving back to withdraw yet another sliver of blackened glass from his pocket. "The glass might shatter and end up staying inside of your veins."

He slammed down the other spike into Grell's opposite shoulder, phasing it through in much the same manner as its twin.

"I hear it's an incredibly painful way to die."

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hesakillerqueen May 1 2010, 02:01:56 UTC
Grell grimaced but stopped squirming, agreeing that he would rather not die in a horribly painful manner - in retaliation, he carefully arranged himself as best he could in a lasciviously inviting pose, half hopeful that Tyki would fall to temptation.

"Why do you dress like a man, Tyki Mikk?" He queried, a pouty look on his face. "You're a jaguar at heart." The fact that Tyki was in a good mood was at least some sort of comfort - he was still sadistic, but at least he was a jovial sadist. Grell glanced sidelong at the second spike as it phased through him, marveling at the lack of horrific pain despite himself. His pout developed into a rueful smirk and though he was a relatively light man, he did his best to give a playful buck. Chance of killing himself or not, Grell was never good at self-control.

"Now now, your forked silver tongue won't work on me - you'd love nothing more than watching me die in slow and writhing agony, wouldn't you? I've no doubt you would enjoy it immensely."

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simplyteasing May 1 2010, 04:01:45 UTC
"Tru--" he began to say, stopping only to ride Grell's bucking hips before settling down again, a single gloved hand pressing solidly against the redhead's chest for balance. "--Stay still." he warned, casting a sidelong glance at how close his opposite hand had been to touching the latest shard of glass.

"While it's true that I'd like to...repay you for what you've done," Tyki explained, walking his fingers up Grell's chest as he did so. "And that, in any other place, we'd already be halfway done by now--" he smiled, and jabbed a single finger against the space directly beneath Grell's Adam's apple. "--That isn't the case. So I have to be creative."

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hesakillerqueen May 1 2010, 22:54:45 UTC
Grell obeyed and stilled, though the smirk stayed on his face - it flickered for a moment at the jab, but immediately returned to its normal brightness, all sharp edges and painful whiteness. He giggled, somewhat, nothing but pure amusement on his face and in his voice.

"Halfway done? With the foreplay, I hope - I would really think such an animalistic man would have the endurance of one." He grinned, his tongue between his teeth. "But I do love creativity, you kno-"

He cut off suddenly, wincing at his bitten tongue - so much for attempting to be both sexy and talkative. But an idea came to him at the coppery taste of blood and he suffered another bite, intentional and hard, and ran his tongue across his teeth. He flashed another grin, a bloodier one.

"After our last little tête-à-tête, I'm almost curious if you just love seeing me bleed for you, Tyki Mikk."

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simplyteasing May 3 2010, 19:55:48 UTC
The Noah laughed and intentionally tightened his knees at Grell's sides, digging into the space just below the man's ribs as he slightly shifted up and off of him again. "Maybe..." he replied playfully, his voice trailing off as the finger at Grell's Adam's apple rose to caress the underside of the man's effeminate chin. "Or maybe I just enjoy watching you bleed, period."

To accentuate the point, he tried to grab Grell's lower jaw with that same gentle hand that had touched him not a moment before, his fingers tightly wrapping around it, slightly forcing his mouth open as Tyki's opposite hand pressed against Grell's chest and pushed, hard, aiming to crack ribs and collapse the lung beneath.

"Then again," he smiled, all too wide, all to white, eyes darkening in the half-light of the cell. "Asphyxiation is much more painful."

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hesakillerqueen May 8 2010, 20:27:34 UTC
Grell didn't have the time to resist his mouth being opened, more preoccupied with his chest - he gasped, gritted his teeth, one hand attempting to push Tyki's off of his chest and the other snapping up to try and close around his throat with every intention of crushing his trachea if it was at all possible. His shinigami endurance would only help him so much, and he could feel his bones creaking, threatening to snap.

"You must really think I'm dim; I've seen enough smotherings to know that!" He breathed, voice strangled.

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