Thomas Arkwright / 'IV' (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myselfwillbear) wrote2012-12-19 05:48 pm
myselfwillbear) wrote2012-12-19 05:48 pm
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bad decisions, iv edition // for numbers96
[ IV doesn't know a huge amount about what his crest can do. It's not as though Tron has really told him much - he knows it stops the Numbers controlling his mind, but beyond that? He wasn't told anything.
He's worked out though, on his own, that he can manifest the Numbers outside of the AR, using the crest. It's not perfect, true - Giant Killer is as small as one of his dolls, Heaven's Strings won't leave its sealed form - but they'll appear nonetheless. He's never gotten to experiment with Machu Mach or Dyson Sphere, though, much as he'd wanted to, and none of the other Numbers he's collected have ever been that interesting.
So, truth be told, he doesn't exactly have high hopes for this latest card, 96.
But he'll manifest it anyway, if only the one time, to see.
Which is why he's currently stood over Black Mist's card, crest blazing on his hand as he works on drawing it out into reality. ]
He's worked out though, on his own, that he can manifest the Numbers outside of the AR, using the crest. It's not perfect, true - Giant Killer is as small as one of his dolls, Heaven's Strings won't leave its sealed form - but they'll appear nonetheless. He's never gotten to experiment with Machu Mach or Dyson Sphere, though, much as he'd wanted to, and none of the other Numbers he's collected have ever been that interesting.
So, truth be told, he doesn't exactly have high hopes for this latest card, 96.
But he'll manifest it anyway, if only the one time, to see.
Which is why he's currently stood over Black Mist's card, crest blazing on his hand as he works on drawing it out into reality. ]
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(it's obvious, what it wants)
(and IV will give himself to servitude easily to get what he wants)
(hadn't he already, after all? hadn't he given his freedom away in order to regain his family? perhaps this is a more selfish want, but it's
achievable)
(he thinks, in that moment, we'll never be whole again)
(his family will never be what they were, will never be happy as they were, so shouldn't he make his own happiness? shouldn't he give in to these selfish desires?)
(he'll give this happiness to V, too. share it with V until V can be Chris below these touches)
(
and then maybe, IV can be--)The thoughts only take moments, and even as he thinks to himself he's leaning in, taking the tendril into his mouth easily. Sucking greedily at anything Black Mist will give him, trying to make himself full again, but... it's more than that, too. Pulling back to lick up the squirming length of the tendril and then forcing the whole thing into his mouth, humming around the slick mass in his mouth.
And all the while he lets his eyes slide shut until he's wearing an expression of the purest bliss, even with the ache and burn inside of him that begs to be filled and used and stretched until it hurts. ]
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(it's not just the drug it gives him that he wants)
(he wants to please it, wants to have it in his mouth so badly)
(what a good boy, what a good pet)
It slips its fingers into his hair and croons, long and high and blissful, and as it does the pool squirms and shifts and bubbles with oil, pulses where it wraps around IV. The tendril drips oil from its whole surface, and it slicks and stains IV's lips as it squirms in his mouth, spurting from the tip on occasion.]
Yes...yes, that's ｇｏｏｄ, my pet, you're doing well...
[The material wrapped around him begins to push inside him, just barely, just enough to encourage him.]
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(he's pleasing it, he's making it happy)
(he's ｇｏｏｄ, he's ｇｏｏｄ)
IV drinks hungrily at anything it gives him, licks the oil off his lips and the slick surface of the tendril. Moans and spreads his legs the best he can while it's wrapped around him, encourages it to push in deeper.
(it's so good, so ｇｏｏｄ)
(more, more, he needs more and for that)
(he'll take all that it can give, do all that it asks) ]
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(its legs drip and melt together, it can barely keep up the form of its body)
(the part of the pool that's coalesced and sticking around him pushes further into him, starts to spurt into his ass again)
The harmonies speak, in a strange way, they say yes, you are good, you are wanted, you have pleased me.
(he pleases it)
(he pleases it and so it will please him)
It swells inside him, gives him back what he lost, fills him up.]
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(that he's pleasing it)
(that he's doing well)
(it starts to fill him up again and IV nearly chokes with the force of his need, rocks back urgently onto the tendril inside of him and sucks again at the one in his mouth)
It's good, it's so good, even so soon after his orgasm IV is hard and dripping again with precome, moaning brokenly around the tendril in his mouth in an odd harmony with Black Mist's crooning.
(he'll do this, he'll do this to please it and then)
(and then he'll bring it V)
(because he wants V here, wants him here now and he thinks, suddenly, I could--)
(it can hear him, can't it, he thinks)
(he could call for V, he'd sound desperate enough at this time to perhaps move even V to concern)
(and then it could have the both of them)
(please, he thinks) ]
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He tells it, I can call him.
(and how good would it be, to take two pets in one day?)
(how perfect, to have IV's brother see him in this state?)
There's a noise from it that seems to skip the airspace between itself and IV, resonate through his body, and it comes (or something like it, its whole being pulses and something spurts from the end of the tendril, something thick and sweet).
Then it draws the tendril out of IV's mouth, shudders as the edges of its body waver and drip, and says]
Ｃａｌｌ ｈｉｍ．
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(cradling him, like an embrace)
He judges it, thinks... V should be home, shouldn't he? Should be in his room. And if he is then he'll be able to hear IV from here. But if V can hear him, so will the others, won't they?
(he doesn't want to share it with them)
(they're not good enough for Black Mist)
Leaning into the material wrapped around him with more force, IV lets out a soft, exhausted noise, squirming about to ease off the weight of his oil-swollen stomach somewhat. ]
Ah, there's... there's a phone, on the table. I can't get it while...
[ While he's this full, while he's still cradled in this stuff, while he's so exhausted and so close to coming all at once. ]
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(this is exciting)
(two pets in one day, and brothers, too)
(a matching set)
It drops the device into his hands, drifts down to lie beside him in midair as it waits for him to place the call, pricking up its ears so it can catch every word, every breath, from both sides.]
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(he wants V to see him this way)
(wants V to see just how much pleasure it can give him)
(can give them both)
So he lifts the phone to his ear, squirms about again and lets out a soft moan. He forces himself to quieten though as he's dialling, waiting for V to answer.
(his eyes slide shut, though)
(isn't it better, he thinks, to draw V in without fear?)
(V shouldn't fear Black Mist, should he?)
(Black Mist shouldn't be feared unless it's been wronged, because it is
salvation) ]
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...IV, why are you calling me from inside the house?
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Ah, I. I need you to come take a look at... something to do with the last Numbers card that I gained. But I'm... indisposed, right now. I can't leave it alone or move it, you'll need to come here.
[ He sounds tired, sated, even with the need to come again.
(when he speaks again it's more open, somehow, unguarded) ]
Please?
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He can tell that IV's...not feeling well, or something like it. He said he was indisposed.
And that plea was honest in a way that IV nearly never is.
(he's worried, secretly)]
I'm coming down. Don't move.
[The phone hangs up.]
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Be ready for him, pet.
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IV snorts again, leaning into the touch on his face and rocking his hips a little the best that he can. ]
I'm ready. I'm ready.
Do I need to do anything more?
[ He doesn't want to move at all - even if it were to let him up, right now, unless he were ordered to move he thinks he would just stay here, like this. ]
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But then its ears prick, and all at once it dissolves back into the pool, to wait.]
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"This" being black slime pooling all over the room, oil staining his shoes as it flows out from behind the door, and
(and IV on the ground coated in the stuff, looking)
(definitely not sick)
(definitely not hurt)
(shirtless and flushed and--)
He swallows.]
What. What happened here?
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Ah, like I said... the newest Numbers that I acquired...
[ Lifting a hand, he beckons V closer. ]
It's good, V, it's good...
Come here. It-- it'll make you feel good, too.
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(what is it doing to him? what's it doing to IV?)
He stumbles back, away from the slime, and the crest on his forehead lights.
(he searches the room for the source of the stuff but it all floods in at once, it's everywhere, its mind comes from everywhere)
(but maybe he's just...just distracted, by)
(by the way IV sounds, by that moan, by...)]
IV. Where is it?
[His voice is tight in his throat.
(ｄｏｎ’ｔ ｔｅｌｌ ｈｉｍ, says the voice in IV's mind, ｂｒｉｎｇ ｈｉｍ ｉｎ)]
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(beckons V again, and this time the crest flares up on his hand)
(not his crest, though)
(Black Mist's crest, 96's mark on him) ]
Please, V. Just... trust me. Please.
Chris...
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(but he has to save IV)
(and)
(and IV's rocking his hips up and groaning and he)(he wants to see more, even if he won't admit it to himself)(and he...he called him Chris)He steps forward, into the room, grimaces as his boots stick in the slime as he walks towards IV.
(behind him, a tendril pushes the door shut, silently)
He reaches his hand down to IV, expecting him to take it, so Chris can pull him up.]
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(his grip is strong, even as he stays exhausted and limp against the slime clinging onto him, squirms about heavy with oil and bites back another moan)
Pulls him in, and before he's had a chance to react IV is pulling him into a kiss, grappling with his clothes.
(preparing him, for Black Mist)
(he'll be a perfect pet for it, just like IV already is)
(they'll be
together
in that)
(and they won't have to worry)
Between sharp kisses, gripping at Chris's clothes, IV murmurs lowly. ]
Chris. Nii-san. I want you. It's okay. You can-- you can want anything, if it approves.
Just. Give into it, Chris. Give in, it's so good and I want... I want you to feel this, too.
Give in, nii-san...
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That's the most logical explanation, isn't it? For something so surreal and nightmarish and strange, that pool of blackness that had caught IV, to become...to become this. IV, kissing him, pulling at his clothes, clothes that seem to be melting away.
(because of the oil on IV's body, the oil that rises and glimmers at the top of the pool)
And because this is probably a dream, for a moment, he kisses back.
It's only when IV speaks that he begins to remember himself, that he pulls away (flushed and gasping more than he should be from a kiss like that).]
IV, we need to. We need to leave.
[His voice is a little strangled. Not just from fear, though.]
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(and then he's pulling away)
(not giving in, like IV said)
He makes a quiet, distressed noise, squirming about a little and glancing down at the pool that holds him. ]
Ah, will you...?
[ Will you show Chris what he's missing, Black Mist?
(he just wants
them both
together in this) ]
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Then he realizes, and he only has time to open his mouth to speak before tendrils lash around his arms and legs and he's pulled into the air in front of IV, choking on whatever words he planned to say.]
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Ah, Christopher Arkwright, you should ｌｉｓｔｅｎ to him. It's such a long time since you've been happy, isn't it?
Such a long time since you felt ｇｏｏｄ?
[More tendrils rise from the pool below him, to writhe over his skin, strip away what little of his clothing is left and leave him gasping.
It croons into IV's ear, pleased, fawning, strokes his other cheek with one hand.
(and when he pleases Black Mist it will be so kind to him, it will give him such beautiful things)]
What should he have first, pet? What will we give him?
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