[complete log] Noitra, Tesla
Title: Bondage and Breakfast!
Characters: Noitra (oneeyedmonster), Tesla (teslasir)
Locale: Noitra's room.
Timeframe: Shortly after Tesla and Urahara's log (though this hasn't yet been finished/posted).
What: Tesla finally finds Noitra after searching for weeks; Mindfucking ensues.
Rating/Warning: R. No actual sex, though there is stuff leading up to it. Warnings: yaoi, mindfuckery.
With an apple, a chocolate chip muffin, and a glass of iced tea on a tray in his hand, Tesla made his way towards the staff rooms, appearing far cheerier than he had in days.
Just earlier that day, he'd met a brand new friend, and now he'd finally discovered where Noitra was being kept. He simply had to look for an open door.
He hadn't found one yet, after fifteen minutes of searching, and he began to despair, his cheerful mood dampening. Perhaps Noitra had been called off to an impromptu meeting.
But it was as he reached the end of the hallway that his heart leaped -- there it was, the door ajar, and Tesla stopped in front of it, knocking almost timidly. "Sir?" he inquired, hoping fervently that this was indeed the right room.
Noitra looked up from his brooding almost feeling the tug of a smile grow on his lips at the familiar voice. Now, that was something he hadn't heard for a long while.
"Tesla," he greeted, rising with all the snake-like smoothness of before to greet his former lover. "As cliche as it sounds, no one saw you?"
Tesla nearly dropped the tray at the sound of Noitra's voice. It'd been so long since he last got to speak to the elder male, and he could hardly express his relief that this was, indeed, the correct room.
"No, I don't think so," Tesla said, shaking his head. He entered the room, shutting the door behind him. It wouldn't do to be caught now, after all. "I brought food, Sir, like you asked."
As a servant, Tesla had a tendency to call everyone who he felt ranked above him 'sir'. Despite this, there was an obvious difference in the 'Sir' that was Noitra and the 'sir' that was everybody else. Just like how religious people spoke God's name reverently and capitalised His name to separate Him from all the other 'hims', Tesla always had a different tone to his voice when speaking to Noitra. Noitra was the God of Tesla's little world, and so his choice of titles was more than fitting.
It was something Noitra hadn't realized how much he missed until he heard it. There was something like worship on Tesla's lips and he wanted more of it. The food was ignored as Noitra pressed a long-fingered hand against Tesla's chest, pinning him to the wall, his mouth seeking out the other's for that warmth.
"I thought you'd be better at tracking me down than this," he murmured, his one eye closed to a slit.
Perhaps it was a good thing that Tesla had chosen to bring Noitra food that would not grow cold, he noted in the very back of his mind when a hand pressed against his chest. Tesla's breath caught, his heart stopping momentarily at the contact he had yearned for so much since they had first been separated.
"I'm sorry, Sir," he said, his expression looking particularly disappointed in himself. "I should have looked harder." He had looked very hard, at least for an hour each day. Perhaps he should have done two hours?
It probably wouldn't have mattered whether Tesla took a month or two days to find Noitra, though. As far as Noitra was concerned, any length of time in which he didn't get what he wanted was too much. He rested one arm against the wall, towering over the other like a cobra as he worked at the fasteners that kept him from skin long marked by his fingers, teeth, and other instruments of his curiosity.
"You should have," he repeated, voice almost dry in its tone of command.
"Yes, Sir, I should have," Tesla agreed, though he'd just said something of the same sort earlier. He simply wanted Noitra to be happy with his answer, no matter what it was, or if Tesla himself actually believed it.
His fingers, shaky in their eagerness, helped to unbutton his own shirt, letting it fall to the ground when all the fastenings came undone. He had learned not to undress Noitra without being told to. But now, Tesla almost wanted to be punished by Noitra, after going so long without it.
"It was boring, you know," he murmured, shifting to let his knee press between Tesla's legs. He didn't wait for input from the other. He moved the stiffer, younger man like a child might a doll, positioning him as he wanted him.
He wrapped his fingers around Tesla's wrists drawing them above his head, "There isn't much to do besides play with the staff."
He felt a little thrill at the idea that Noitra had been bored without him, a feeling that directly conflicted with Tesla's unselfish wish for Noitra to be happy all the time. He stifled a gasp when he felt Noitra's knee spread his legs apart, his eyes wide and focused intently on the other's face.
"P-play with the staff, Sir?" Tesla asked confusedly, wishing for the fingers around his narrow wrists to squeeze harder, to mark him. A wave of jealousy passed through him before he could suppress it. He was foolish to think that someone like him could ever be good enough for Noitra, and he berated himself silently for even hoping for such a thing.
Noitra didn't miss the flicker in Tesla's single exposed eye. He wasn't entirely content with the with the idea that Noitra was testing all the oils for his wick in the new confines of the asylum. That brief flicker of power over Tesla's heart was a rush for the older man.
He loosened his grip, shifting to keep from brushing too close as he pressed a gentle kiss on Tesla's cheek, continuing his torment in a different way than before. "It's scandalous what you can get them to do, you know. No morals whatsoever when they're pinned against the bathroom wall."
Tesla's breath caught in his throat, and he flushed as Noitra's lips brushed across his skin almost innocently. The gentleness was nice, but Tesla had started to get a taste for pain, and he was strangely anxious for that to begin.
Then again, any time spent with Noitra was bliss as it was, so Tesla was hardly complaining.
Both eyes widened in faint hurt, though one was covered by the eyepatch he wore only to make Noitra stand out less. He quickly modified his expression as best he could, and only managed to say, "ah," as though he really didn't like thinking about anyone else but himself with Noitra.
Noitra shifted his weight against Tesla, splaying his palm against the firm muscles of his chest. The kiss didn't stop at Tesla's cheek. Noitra began to trail downwards, his lips tracing down the soft skin of Tesla's face and onto the more taut flesh of his neck.
"The first one whimpered when I pressed her against the door, you know," he was smiling as he twisted and toyed with Tesla's feelings, "She couldn't even remember my name, started screaming out her boyfriend's."
Each word was another harsh, cruel shock of reality, but Tesla did not grow angry. Instead, he merely stood there quietly, tilting his neck upwards so Noitra could gain complete access to his throat.
"I would never forget your name, Sir," Tesla informed him loyally, as though attempting to reassure Noitra.
Noitra's smile curled even further upward at Tesla's assertion. He was feeling out of sorts, wasn't he? Noitra wanted to press it further. He wanted to see what he could push Tesla to do.
"But she was able to find my room the next day for more," he had to fight to keep the smile from coming through his voice, "She seemed very comfortable pressed exactly where you are, now."
He felt it increasingly difficult to keep his expression impassive as Noitra continued to speak about this woman he had-- well, Tesla didn't really want to think about it.
"I ... I see, Sir," Tesla said, though his tone lacked his usual eagerness and instead seemed rather dull and forcefully apathetic. He shifted uncomfortably, even with Noitra's hand pressed against his chest, his gaze flicking down to the floor, away from the other male's face.
"You want to say something, Tesla?" Noitra pressed, pulling away from the other almost teasingly. He looked up, one shaded eye meeting Tesla's. He had gotten what he wanted, the clear proof that Tesla was all his, just as he had been so long before.
"You're being quiet, you know," Noitra reached over to take the glass of iced tea from the tray, "One might say you were jealous."
Blind panic ran through him at the other male's words and actions. Pulling away? What did that mean? What did he want Tesla to say? He had no idea. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"I -- Jealous?" Tesla repeated, staring in shock and nervousness. "No, of course -- I mean y -- Well, that is to say..." but he didn't really finish his reply, instead flushing and looking completely and utterly lost. What did Noitra want him to say? Was this a trick question?
Noitra swallowed the first sips of the cool tea as he waited. It had that thin taste of ice half-melted into the normally bitter liquid. The glass helped cover his smile as he waited.
"Well?" he asked, wanting to watch Tesla squirm just a bit longer, loosening the puppet strings that he had on the other man to watch him dance.
Tesla looked at Noitra helplessly, staying quiet for some time. What would Noitra rather hear? There were pros and cons for saying 'yes' and there were pros and cons for saying 'no', as well.
After several long moments in which Tesla's mind warred with itself, he looked down at the ground, saying in a quiet voice (as though waiting for a rebuke), "...Yes, Sir."
Noitra paused, rolling the glass in his hands before returning it to the table. There was his admission of guilt. He reached out, stroking Tesla's cheek gently before digging his nails into the tender skin beneath Tesla's neck.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Noitra whispered darkly, "Are you really going to let things end like this?"
"E-end?" Tesla inquired fearfully, though not because he was afraid of what Noitra might do to him. Instead, he was struck by a paralysing fear that perhaps Noitra wanted this to end.
"No, Sir!" he said vehemently, surprising himself. "I -- I don't want this to end."
"Good," Noitra smirked, feeling more than a little bit of a hungry twitch in his groin at the assertion. He jerked Tesla forward by the grip he had on his neck. Noitra had had his fun. Now, he could give Tesla the pain he seemed to want.
"But, is that enough?" He other hand lowered, still damp from the tea glass as he gripped Tesla's immaculate white slacks and ripped them open, sending a button flying across the floor to his room.
Tesla felt a flash of relief -- Noitra liked his answer, it seemed -- but it flew out of his mind at the harsh movement of Noitra's hand, jerking him forward. To steady himself, he placed a hand on the elder male's chest, ensuring that he wouldn't fall over unless he was meant to.
He winced inwardly as the button went flying across the room, but it aroused him more than anything else had so far; Noitra was starting to act more like himself. To be honest, Tesla had begun to wonder whether the institute had affected Noitra moer than expected.
But at the other male's words, his eyes widened in distress. "Sir," he said dismayed, "Noitra, Sir, I don't know what you mean."
Noitra wasted no time falling into old habit. His hand had already slipped into Tesla's pants, his long fingers seeking out the arousal he knew was already there. Tesla was nothing if not predictable when it came to his appetites. Noitra knew how much to push to get the other going in this field. The other one, less so, so he pushed again.
"Enough to make me keep you," Noitra murmured, fingers digging in deeper against Tesla's neck.
It was a bit difficult to concentrate with Noitra's fingers wandering around down there, but he made an effort anyway, pale hands clutching at Noitra's shirt.
"Keep me, Sir?" The idea of Noitra abandoning him was too much, and Tesla begged, "Sir, don't leave me -- I've always only wanted to help you, to do whatever might make you happy! I am terribly sorry for disappointing you, but ... Sir, I pledged my loyalty to you long ago, and that has not changed. Whether you choose to keep me or not, I will still be around to ensure that you get whatever you want and need. Serving you may be my job, Sir, but ... I feel that it is also my purpose, and I refuse to let anything interfere with that; not even the institute's rules, or your own wishes." He looked away. "That is the only desire of yours that I would not grant, Sir."
If Noitra could smile any wider at that, he would be, his lips already widened to reveal a vicious smile at Tesla's impassioned words. He had to admit he was a little surprised at the answer, but not only that, also turned on. He wanted to mark Tesla as his again, make those words true with scars anywhere he could put them.
He dragged the fingers down Tesla's neck, stopping only when he reached the firm muscles of his chest and slammed him against the wall. "Then grant my other desires, if you can't grant that. Spread your legs for me, Tesla. I'll grant yours."
Tesla sagged with relief at the words, arousal twitching at the harsh treatment. "Gladly, Sir," he replied with relief, and as though to prove his willingness, he wriggled out of the pants and shoes he'd been wearing. Noitra had already made it easier for him as it was.
He wasn't sure if Noitra wanted to be undressed; as it was, the other male was fully clothed, but Tesla had not received orders to do anything about that yet. Suddenly disregarding the punishment he might receive for not waiting for Noitra's command, he reached slender fingers out to undo the button on the taller man's jeans.
Noitra could have punished him for the short, impulsive action, but it was something they both knew he needed. He waited as Tesla finished his work, able as always, the perfect servant even after the emotional abuse Noitra had just finished dragging him through. Finally, as soon as his pants were open, he slapped the other's hands away, shifting to raise Tesla's legs for easier access.
"That's more like it," he breathed.
His hands were smacked away, and Tesla retracted them quickly. He was surprised he hadn't been punished, but not altogether upset. Right now, all he wanted was the sex Noitra was so intent on getting, as much for Noitra's pleasure as his own reassurance that Noitra was, indeed, not going anywhere.
He allowed his legs to be lifted slightly, hands grabbing at Noitra's shoulders to steady himself, and as that low, quiet murmur of approval sounded, Tesla finally allowed himself to become lost in sensation.
Characters: Noitra (oneeyedmonster), Tesla (teslasir)
Locale: Noitra's room.
Timeframe: Shortly after Tesla and Urahara's log (though this hasn't yet been finished/posted).
What: Tesla finally finds Noitra after searching for weeks; Mindfucking ensues.
Rating/Warning: R. No actual sex, though there is stuff leading up to it. Warnings: yaoi, mindfuckery.
With an apple, a chocolate chip muffin, and a glass of iced tea on a tray in his hand, Tesla made his way towards the staff rooms, appearing far cheerier than he had in days.
Just earlier that day, he'd met a brand new friend, and now he'd finally discovered where Noitra was being kept. He simply had to look for an open door.
He hadn't found one yet, after fifteen minutes of searching, and he began to despair, his cheerful mood dampening. Perhaps Noitra had been called off to an impromptu meeting.
But it was as he reached the end of the hallway that his heart leaped -- there it was, the door ajar, and Tesla stopped in front of it, knocking almost timidly. "Sir?" he inquired, hoping fervently that this was indeed the right room.
Noitra looked up from his brooding almost feeling the tug of a smile grow on his lips at the familiar voice. Now, that was something he hadn't heard for a long while.
"Tesla," he greeted, rising with all the snake-like smoothness of before to greet his former lover. "As cliche as it sounds, no one saw you?"
Tesla nearly dropped the tray at the sound of Noitra's voice. It'd been so long since he last got to speak to the elder male, and he could hardly express his relief that this was, indeed, the correct room.
"No, I don't think so," Tesla said, shaking his head. He entered the room, shutting the door behind him. It wouldn't do to be caught now, after all. "I brought food, Sir, like you asked."
As a servant, Tesla had a tendency to call everyone who he felt ranked above him 'sir'. Despite this, there was an obvious difference in the 'Sir' that was Noitra and the 'sir' that was everybody else. Just like how religious people spoke God's name reverently and capitalised His name to separate Him from all the other 'hims', Tesla always had a different tone to his voice when speaking to Noitra. Noitra was the God of Tesla's little world, and so his choice of titles was more than fitting.
It was something Noitra hadn't realized how much he missed until he heard it. There was something like worship on Tesla's lips and he wanted more of it. The food was ignored as Noitra pressed a long-fingered hand against Tesla's chest, pinning him to the wall, his mouth seeking out the other's for that warmth.
"I thought you'd be better at tracking me down than this," he murmured, his one eye closed to a slit.
Perhaps it was a good thing that Tesla had chosen to bring Noitra food that would not grow cold, he noted in the very back of his mind when a hand pressed against his chest. Tesla's breath caught, his heart stopping momentarily at the contact he had yearned for so much since they had first been separated.
"I'm sorry, Sir," he said, his expression looking particularly disappointed in himself. "I should have looked harder." He had looked very hard, at least for an hour each day. Perhaps he should have done two hours?
It probably wouldn't have mattered whether Tesla took a month or two days to find Noitra, though. As far as Noitra was concerned, any length of time in which he didn't get what he wanted was too much. He rested one arm against the wall, towering over the other like a cobra as he worked at the fasteners that kept him from skin long marked by his fingers, teeth, and other instruments of his curiosity.
"You should have," he repeated, voice almost dry in its tone of command.
"Yes, Sir, I should have," Tesla agreed, though he'd just said something of the same sort earlier. He simply wanted Noitra to be happy with his answer, no matter what it was, or if Tesla himself actually believed it.
His fingers, shaky in their eagerness, helped to unbutton his own shirt, letting it fall to the ground when all the fastenings came undone. He had learned not to undress Noitra without being told to. But now, Tesla almost wanted to be punished by Noitra, after going so long without it.
"It was boring, you know," he murmured, shifting to let his knee press between Tesla's legs. He didn't wait for input from the other. He moved the stiffer, younger man like a child might a doll, positioning him as he wanted him.
He wrapped his fingers around Tesla's wrists drawing them above his head, "There isn't much to do besides play with the staff."
He felt a little thrill at the idea that Noitra had been bored without him, a feeling that directly conflicted with Tesla's unselfish wish for Noitra to be happy all the time. He stifled a gasp when he felt Noitra's knee spread his legs apart, his eyes wide and focused intently on the other's face.
"P-play with the staff, Sir?" Tesla asked confusedly, wishing for the fingers around his narrow wrists to squeeze harder, to mark him. A wave of jealousy passed through him before he could suppress it. He was foolish to think that someone like him could ever be good enough for Noitra, and he berated himself silently for even hoping for such a thing.
Noitra didn't miss the flicker in Tesla's single exposed eye. He wasn't entirely content with the with the idea that Noitra was testing all the oils for his wick in the new confines of the asylum. That brief flicker of power over Tesla's heart was a rush for the older man.
He loosened his grip, shifting to keep from brushing too close as he pressed a gentle kiss on Tesla's cheek, continuing his torment in a different way than before. "It's scandalous what you can get them to do, you know. No morals whatsoever when they're pinned against the bathroom wall."
Tesla's breath caught in his throat, and he flushed as Noitra's lips brushed across his skin almost innocently. The gentleness was nice, but Tesla had started to get a taste for pain, and he was strangely anxious for that to begin.
Then again, any time spent with Noitra was bliss as it was, so Tesla was hardly complaining.
Both eyes widened in faint hurt, though one was covered by the eyepatch he wore only to make Noitra stand out less. He quickly modified his expression as best he could, and only managed to say, "ah," as though he really didn't like thinking about anyone else but himself with Noitra.
Noitra shifted his weight against Tesla, splaying his palm against the firm muscles of his chest. The kiss didn't stop at Tesla's cheek. Noitra began to trail downwards, his lips tracing down the soft skin of Tesla's face and onto the more taut flesh of his neck.
"The first one whimpered when I pressed her against the door, you know," he was smiling as he twisted and toyed with Tesla's feelings, "She couldn't even remember my name, started screaming out her boyfriend's."
Each word was another harsh, cruel shock of reality, but Tesla did not grow angry. Instead, he merely stood there quietly, tilting his neck upwards so Noitra could gain complete access to his throat.
"I would never forget your name, Sir," Tesla informed him loyally, as though attempting to reassure Noitra.
Noitra's smile curled even further upward at Tesla's assertion. He was feeling out of sorts, wasn't he? Noitra wanted to press it further. He wanted to see what he could push Tesla to do.
"But she was able to find my room the next day for more," he had to fight to keep the smile from coming through his voice, "She seemed very comfortable pressed exactly where you are, now."
He felt it increasingly difficult to keep his expression impassive as Noitra continued to speak about this woman he had-- well, Tesla didn't really want to think about it.
"I ... I see, Sir," Tesla said, though his tone lacked his usual eagerness and instead seemed rather dull and forcefully apathetic. He shifted uncomfortably, even with Noitra's hand pressed against his chest, his gaze flicking down to the floor, away from the other male's face.
"You want to say something, Tesla?" Noitra pressed, pulling away from the other almost teasingly. He looked up, one shaded eye meeting Tesla's. He had gotten what he wanted, the clear proof that Tesla was all his, just as he had been so long before.
"You're being quiet, you know," Noitra reached over to take the glass of iced tea from the tray, "One might say you were jealous."
Blind panic ran through him at the other male's words and actions. Pulling away? What did that mean? What did he want Tesla to say? He had no idea. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"I -- Jealous?" Tesla repeated, staring in shock and nervousness. "No, of course -- I mean y -- Well, that is to say..." but he didn't really finish his reply, instead flushing and looking completely and utterly lost. What did Noitra want him to say? Was this a trick question?
Noitra swallowed the first sips of the cool tea as he waited. It had that thin taste of ice half-melted into the normally bitter liquid. The glass helped cover his smile as he waited.
"Well?" he asked, wanting to watch Tesla squirm just a bit longer, loosening the puppet strings that he had on the other man to watch him dance.
Tesla looked at Noitra helplessly, staying quiet for some time. What would Noitra rather hear? There were pros and cons for saying 'yes' and there were pros and cons for saying 'no', as well.
After several long moments in which Tesla's mind warred with itself, he looked down at the ground, saying in a quiet voice (as though waiting for a rebuke), "...Yes, Sir."
Noitra paused, rolling the glass in his hands before returning it to the table. There was his admission of guilt. He reached out, stroking Tesla's cheek gently before digging his nails into the tender skin beneath Tesla's neck.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Noitra whispered darkly, "Are you really going to let things end like this?"
"E-end?" Tesla inquired fearfully, though not because he was afraid of what Noitra might do to him. Instead, he was struck by a paralysing fear that perhaps Noitra wanted this to end.
"No, Sir!" he said vehemently, surprising himself. "I -- I don't want this to end."
"Good," Noitra smirked, feeling more than a little bit of a hungry twitch in his groin at the assertion. He jerked Tesla forward by the grip he had on his neck. Noitra had had his fun. Now, he could give Tesla the pain he seemed to want.
"But, is that enough?" He other hand lowered, still damp from the tea glass as he gripped Tesla's immaculate white slacks and ripped them open, sending a button flying across the floor to his room.
Tesla felt a flash of relief -- Noitra liked his answer, it seemed -- but it flew out of his mind at the harsh movement of Noitra's hand, jerking him forward. To steady himself, he placed a hand on the elder male's chest, ensuring that he wouldn't fall over unless he was meant to.
He winced inwardly as the button went flying across the room, but it aroused him more than anything else had so far; Noitra was starting to act more like himself. To be honest, Tesla had begun to wonder whether the institute had affected Noitra moer than expected.
But at the other male's words, his eyes widened in distress. "Sir," he said dismayed, "Noitra, Sir, I don't know what you mean."
Noitra wasted no time falling into old habit. His hand had already slipped into Tesla's pants, his long fingers seeking out the arousal he knew was already there. Tesla was nothing if not predictable when it came to his appetites. Noitra knew how much to push to get the other going in this field. The other one, less so, so he pushed again.
"Enough to make me keep you," Noitra murmured, fingers digging in deeper against Tesla's neck.
It was a bit difficult to concentrate with Noitra's fingers wandering around down there, but he made an effort anyway, pale hands clutching at Noitra's shirt.
"Keep me, Sir?" The idea of Noitra abandoning him was too much, and Tesla begged, "Sir, don't leave me -- I've always only wanted to help you, to do whatever might make you happy! I am terribly sorry for disappointing you, but ... Sir, I pledged my loyalty to you long ago, and that has not changed. Whether you choose to keep me or not, I will still be around to ensure that you get whatever you want and need. Serving you may be my job, Sir, but ... I feel that it is also my purpose, and I refuse to let anything interfere with that; not even the institute's rules, or your own wishes." He looked away. "That is the only desire of yours that I would not grant, Sir."
If Noitra could smile any wider at that, he would be, his lips already widened to reveal a vicious smile at Tesla's impassioned words. He had to admit he was a little surprised at the answer, but not only that, also turned on. He wanted to mark Tesla as his again, make those words true with scars anywhere he could put them.
He dragged the fingers down Tesla's neck, stopping only when he reached the firm muscles of his chest and slammed him against the wall. "Then grant my other desires, if you can't grant that. Spread your legs for me, Tesla. I'll grant yours."
Tesla sagged with relief at the words, arousal twitching at the harsh treatment. "Gladly, Sir," he replied with relief, and as though to prove his willingness, he wriggled out of the pants and shoes he'd been wearing. Noitra had already made it easier for him as it was.
He wasn't sure if Noitra wanted to be undressed; as it was, the other male was fully clothed, but Tesla had not received orders to do anything about that yet. Suddenly disregarding the punishment he might receive for not waiting for Noitra's command, he reached slender fingers out to undo the button on the taller man's jeans.
Noitra could have punished him for the short, impulsive action, but it was something they both knew he needed. He waited as Tesla finished his work, able as always, the perfect servant even after the emotional abuse Noitra had just finished dragging him through. Finally, as soon as his pants were open, he slapped the other's hands away, shifting to raise Tesla's legs for easier access.
"That's more like it," he breathed.
His hands were smacked away, and Tesla retracted them quickly. He was surprised he hadn't been punished, but not altogether upset. Right now, all he wanted was the sex Noitra was so intent on getting, as much for Noitra's pleasure as his own reassurance that Noitra was, indeed, not going anywhere.
He allowed his legs to be lifted slightly, hands grabbing at Noitra's shoulders to steady himself, and as that low, quiet murmur of approval sounded, Tesla finally allowed himself to become lost in sensation.