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myselfwillbear[ 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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Date: 2012-12-20 08:31 pm (UTC)He has to, he has to be strong.
(it is kissing him and there is more of the oil and he
can't)
All at once he seems to melt, fastens his lips more securely around the tendril in his mouth and sucks, hard, try to draw in more of the oil.
(he needs it, he needs it and it's not coming fast enough, Black Mist is dragging it out and he needs it, needs it now)
He can't beg, not with his mouth full, but he does the best he can. Long, wordless noises, and his hips jerk rapidly with every brush of the tendril against his ass. ]
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Date: 2012-12-20 08:58 pm (UTC)(but the oil doesn't come faster)
(the tendril doesn't move faster)]
Will you be good, pet?
[It lowers its hand, drips oil from its fingers (slowly, slowly) onto his cock. But it doesn't touch. Won't touch.]
Will you be good?
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Date: 2012-12-20 09:15 pm (UTC)(didn't it promise?)
(he needs, he needs, why won't it give him what he needs, it said he'd like it but he doesn't like this, he doesn't like not getting what he wants)
(he should be used to that but it hurts every time)
It's asking if he'll be good, then, it's asking and dripping oil onto his cock and IV's whole body aches with need.
(aches and burns it's too much it burns)
It asks if he'll be good and he nods, rapid and desperate as he squirms about for more, as he sucks at the tendril desperately. ]
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Date: 2012-12-20 10:11 pm (UTC)(a contract. it's been a while, since it needed one)
It croons, lets its cheek touch his. A gesture of closeness, of "love".]
Ｇｏｏｄ． Ｗｈａｔ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｐｅｔ．
[There's a burst of oil from the tip of the tendril, a reward, before it continues flowing normally -- faster, though, than before, almost enough.
(the pool roils and squirms under the surface with delight)
And now the tendril sliding between IV's legs stops, curves, so that the tip can push inside him and begin to trickle oil into him.]
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Date: 2012-12-20 11:19 pm (UTC)(it slows down again, though, and it's faster than before but it's not enough, not enough he needs more it's so good and he needs it)
Rocking in its grip, IV gasps and groans and moans more, more, please the best he can around the tendril and between swallows, and the noises only get more desperate when he feels the tendril press into him, the trickling oil. He needs more, though.
(more, more, more, he needs more why is it so slow when IV would give anything)
(he should still resist and he knows it but he doesn't care)
(Black Mist is giving him what he wants, what he needs, but not enough of it)
(he would do anything, he would give anything, he would give his soul for more of this in this moment)
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what's left of it to give, anyway) ]no subject
Date: 2012-12-21 12:47 am (UTC)He'd do a~ny~thing~.
It licks its lips slowly, reaches up to run its fingers over the back of the hand that bears the crest.]
I please my pets only.
Will you belong to me only, IV?
Will you ｇｉｖｅ ｉｎ?
[The tendril in IV's ass twitches and spurts oil, like it's barely holding back.
(the crest begins to glow)]
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Date: 2012-12-21 01:22 am (UTC)His crest starts glowing and that should set off warning bells.
But
it nearly gave in
nearly gave him what he wants.
(and so IV is lost)
(he cannot care, because the oil burns though him like fire)
(just like the last time, the fire burns away at him until all that's left is a shell)
(but this shell is not anger, not revenge and hatred and vengeance like the last time)
(it is need, and so much more easily satisfied)
(he has not been happy in so long)
IV is lost, but he's glad of it as he jerks in Black Mist's grip and nods, over and over and over. ]
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Date: 2012-12-21 05:47 am (UTC)(the crest on IV's hand flares and warps under Black Mist's fingers, changing shape)
(it locks him up and frees him at once)
And the moment the light has died, the moment the number 96 fades, the first pulse of oil swells the tendril in IV's ass, and Black Mist croons in IV's ear, voice layered and lilting:]
Ｇｏｏｄ． Ｗｈａｔ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｐｅｔ．
[The oil gushes from the tendril in spurts, not constant like it used to be but there's so much more of it than there was before. And that's especially clear when the tendril starts to twist and writhe, letting just a little oil escape, enough that everything it gives him will be even more welcome.
And the one in his mouth...that one starts to pulse whenever the one in his ass doesn't, fills his mouth up with liquid so he'll always have something to push him further.]
Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｌｉｋｅ ｉｔ， ｐｅｔ？ Ｉｓ ｉｔ ｇｏｏｄ？
[Its oiled fingertip swirls lazily over the head of IV's cock.]
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Date: 2012-12-21 08:27 am (UTC)(he's not sure he'll ever get enough of this, now that he's felt it for the first time)
He sucks desperately on the tendril every time that it's not giving him any, mouth working around it and throat bobbing as he tries to make Black Mist give him more, especially when it lets that little bit escape his ass. He whimpers, too, because-- because he needs to be full, because he's certain that when he's finally full it will ease the burning ache of need. He can't let any of it go, he needs it all, and he squirms and tries to clench his muscles around the tendril in his ass.
(it's talking to him)
(it's praising him, and IV slides his eyes shut and moans, blissful)
(and then it's asking if he ｌｉｋｅｓ ｉｔ, if it's ｇｏｏｄ, and all he can do is moan helplessly, to try to reach up and grip at the tendril in his mouth)
His cock twitches and drips precome over Black Mist's fingertip, and he squirms again, shivers and jerks his hips like he wants to escape.
(he's so close, so so close already but he can't come yet, he can't he can't because he needs more, needs Black Mist to fill him up until the ache goes away) ]
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Date: 2012-12-21 03:18 pm (UTC)And the way he's trying to keep the tendrils in, too, the way he's sucking at the one in his mouth...that's good, exactly how he should be, exactly what it wants.
(it purrs with satisfaction and arousal and the pool swirls and the surface ripples in unnatural ways and goes mottled with violet oil)
(its whole lower half is slick with it, too, it's dripping and can't control it because of this boy)
If he wants to wait to come, wants Black Mist to fill him up, it will hardly deny him that. It withdraws its hand and it coos softly as the tendril swells at the base to seal him off, keep him filling up.
(it nips at iv's earlobe, drags its tongue over his skin, hungry)]
Ｇｏｏｄ． Ｇｏｏｄ ｐｅｔ． Ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ ｐｅｔ．
[Its hands go to his stomach, to caress it, to feel it as it starts to swell.]
Ｔｈｉｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｍａｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ．
[The tendril in IV's mouth lets out another long pulse of liquid.]
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Date: 2012-12-21 04:16 pm (UTC)(it gives him what he needs and IV would give everything to never give this up now that he has it)
And then the tendril is swelling up, is stopping the oil from escaping, and IV moans long and grateful around the tendril in his mouth, hangs placid and needy in its grip as Black Mist runs its hands over his stomach that way.
(he's so full, he's so full it should hurt because he can feel his skin stretching with it, can see and feel his stomach swelling as it pumps him full of this oil)
(it should be uncomfortable, when he's never done this before, and truth be told it is uncomfortable, he's stretched out and aching except the ache is because he's not full enough)
(he wants it to push him until he's too heavy with oil to walk, to even stand up, until all he can do is let it lower him down and stroke his swollen stomach and soothe him to sleep and stay with him, be his master and he'll be its faithful pet if it will stay, if it will give him this over and over until he can take no more)
(ｔｈｉｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｍａｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ it tells him and IV doesn't doubt for an instant, so he drinks desperately at the pulse of liquid it lets loose into his mouth, moans and sucks in all of it and then tries to squeeze more out of it)
He will be its pet, he'll be ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ for it because it rewards him when he's good, it gives him what he wants and pays attention to him. He's stretched out and getting fuller, stretching out more and more and he has never enjoyed something more than this.
(he can't help but imagine V in his place, stoicness replaced by desperation, pale skin dripping with sweat and oil and that flat stomach curved outwards and full of oil)
(he moans, helpless) ]
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Date: 2012-12-30 03:32 am (UTC)(it feels that he is grateful)
(it feels that he is lost)
(and it feels something else, too, some deeper hunger)
The oil keeps pumping into him in waves, gushing into his mouth and his ass, it keeps rubbing its dripping hands over his swelling stomach, and as it does it lowers its head to nestle it next to his ear and breathe its next words.]
My perfect pet...
Will you bring him to me?
[Another bite at IV's ear, a long, wordless croon.]
Would you like that, pet? If I filled him up?
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Date: 2012-12-30 12:42 pm (UTC)(it's offering him
what he wants)
(offering him V)
(he wants to see V swollen and desperate like he is, wants Black Mist to fill V up and let IV suck his cock, wants it to wrap a tendril around V's cock so that he can drink down the oil at the same time, so that his lips are stretched wide enough to hurt but the oil soothes the pain and replaces it with the need)
(he can give in to his desires here, can't he? Black Mist will give him what he wants so long as he behaves, nothing is wrong so long as Black Mist says it's okay)
He nods, desperate, thinks yes, yes, yes. Yes he'll bring V. Yes he'd like that. Yes he wants to see V full up. Wants Black Mist to fill him until his eyes water with it and he can barely move, fill him like it's filled IV now.
(he just wants V to feel as good as he does right now)
(is that so bad?) ]
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Date: 2012-12-30 11:30 pm (UTC)(it will claim him, all of him)
(it will bind his entire body to it just as it will his mind)
(he will belong to it and he will be so beautiful, so perfect)]
Good, pet, that's right, he'll feel so good...
[It's coming down closer to him, straddling his him as it kisses and bites at his neck, so its dripping body rubs up against his cock.
(it isn't speaking into his mind, but its voice trembles and splits into harmonics)
(the tendril in IV's mouth squirms, begins to slide in and out slowly, oil dripping from the entire surface now rather than just spurting from the tip)]
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Date: 2012-12-30 11:45 pm (UTC)(and it'll make V feel so good, too)
He can feel it rubbing against his cock, feel it dripping against him and the words reverberate in his ears and he-- he needs it, he's so close. He's so hard, hard enough to hurt, his cock is dripping precome to mix with the oil all over him.
(and then the tendril in his mouth moves)
(in and out, dripping oil from its entire surface)
(he can't help himself)
As his orgasm hits, IV jerks in his bonds, teeth clamping down on the tendril without any conscious thought on his part. It's too intense, intense enough to have his vision whiting out and his jaw locking as he groans around the tendril clenched between his teeth.
(he'll be sorry, more than sorry, when he realises)
(he can't displease Black Mist but
it's too good)
(he can't control his body in the face of this pleasure) ]
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Date: 2012-12-31 12:18 am (UTC)(but it can't let its pets develop habits like that, can it?)
The dripping from the tendril stops, and as soon as IV's jaws loosen enough, it withdraws from his mouth to rest in one of Black Mist's hands. There's a mark in it, where IV bit down, and Black Mist pets it lightly with the other hand.]
That's ｎｏｔ ｇｏｏｄ, is it, IV?
[The voice is discordant, tones grating against each other when it speaks into him.
It wants to see what he'll do. How sorry he'll be.]
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Date: 2012-12-31 09:25 am (UTC)(ｎｏｔ ｇｏｏｄ)
(he did something that wasn't ｇｏｏｄ)
(what did he--)
A low, distressed noise works out of him the moment he realises, and he draws in on himself as much as he can while he's held up like this, as much as he can around the swell of his stomach.
(submissive, scared)
(a dog cowering from it's master's wrath)
(in the face of Black Mist's disapproval, there's no higher-level thinking; just the knowledge that he did wrong, and that he'll do whatever he's told now to only please Black Mist, stay in its favor)
(keep its love)
(
because it must love him, mustn't it? or something like love, for it to give him so much and ask for only his servitude) ]Please, I-- Please...
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Date: 2012-12-31 03:54 pm (UTC)(but the tendril in his ass starts to thin out)]
How will you make up to me, pet?
[(and then the tendril is pulled out, all at once, without any warning, so the oil gushes away)
(he'll struggle to keep it in, it knows, and it will be pleased with that too)
(it would like to watch that)
(that will be amusing)]
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Date: 2012-12-31 04:04 pm (UTC)(and then it's gone completely)
He nearly sobs, scrambling to clamp his legs together, to clench his muscles in the hopes of keeping in the oil.
(he can't lose it)
(he needs it, he needs it, he's emptying out and he needs to be full) ]
Please, please, please I'll do anything don't I need it!
[ He's desperate, so desperate.
(he's entirely given over to Black Mist)
(anything, anything, to be owned and stretched and used this way) ]
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Date: 2012-12-31 05:09 pm (UTC)So it will have ｍｅｒｃｙ.
It lowers him to the ground, so he'll fall to his knees in the black pool, and when he does it rises to cling to the entire lower half of his body, pressing to his skin. It keeps in the rest of the oil, but it doesn't fill him again, not yet.
It will give him a chance to redeem himself, to redeem his mouth for its purposes.
(a tendril forms between its legs)]
Please me, pet.
[Without the harmonics, without that quality that will slip its voice into his mind. It wants to see him obey.]
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Date: 2012-12-31 05:47 pm (UTC)(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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Date: 2012-12-31 06:14 pm (UTC)(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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Date: 2012-12-31 06:30 pm (UTC)(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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Date: 2012-12-31 07:36 pm (UTC)(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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Date: 2012-12-31 08:33 pm (UTC)(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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