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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: 2013-01-03 09:27 am (UTC)He wants his mouth unoccupied, wants to be able to keep talking, but-- but at the same time, he's watched Chris drink in the oil (reluctantly, maybe, but hadn't IV been reluctant too before he realised how wonderful Black Mist is, how much it can offer?) and he wants it. So he twists his head about, looking to see if there are any tendrils close enough for him to suck at them but pull back if he needs to talk again, and when he finds one he shifts to wrap his lips around the tip, groaning again.
(quieter, though)
(he wants to keep up the constant reminder to Chris of how good this is, and besides that he doesn't think he could hold back the noise at all at this point, but Black Mist is trying to speak and IV won't interrupt it)
From there, IV just shifts his eyes to watch Chris, to take in the way he's flushed and sweating and struggling already.
(it's good, that he's starting to give in even if it's only physically)
(and it makes him look so wonderful) ]
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Date: 2013-01-04 12:09 am (UTC)(he has already drunk today and yet he is so greedy, so hungry for it)
(it has never had a pet break to it this quickly)
(it's beginning to drip again already)
Some of the tendrils around IV descend to curl over him, slide over his bare skin, and occasionally there's some suction that leaves little red marks on his body.
It takes a moment, before it speaks again, reclining in the air beside them, surveying its prizes, licking its lips with its pale blue tongue.]
If you are still unsure by the time my pet comes, you are free to go.
But you must watch him until then.
And if you ask something of me even once, Christopher Arkwright, you are ｍｉｎｅ.
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Date: 2013-01-04 12:25 am (UTC)(he wants to think it's from horror, but even he can't convince himself of that)
(he's watching because it's IV, because it's Thomas and he's naked and oiled and moaning out the pleasure he's getting from this thing)
(because he wants--)
This should be simple, shouldn't it? It should be fine. He doesn't need to do anything, doesn't even need to resist it, and once IV comes he can go free.
(never mind that he can barely even take thinking about it, what it's going to look like when IV comes)
He just needs to not ask for anything. He just needs not to beg. And he wouldn't beg to anyone, most especially this thing, because that's something that Christopher Arkwright doesn't do, that V would never do. He has that dignity, even when he's like this.
(even when his skin aches like this, even when he's so hard in front of 96, in front of his brother)
So he takes a shaky breath and says, quietly,]
Agreed.
[His crest appears, but does not light. It's too early for that.]
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Date: 2013-01-04 12:34 am (UTC)(but... he can wait, can't he?)
(he can wait as long as it takes to come, no matter how much he needs it, because the end result of waiting until Chris gives in...)
He twists in its grip now, and once the both of them have stopped talking he gives in totally, stops holding back his noises at all. Jerks his hips and gasps and moans around the tendril in his mouth, sucks greedily at everything it's giving him.
For all that he can wait, he doesn't want to, he's hard enough to hurt and heavy with oil and he needs to hit that precipice.
So he shifts, stretches himself out like every part of him is yearning for Chris's touch (it is, it is) and hopes, hopes with every desperate noise that Chris will lose himself, will ask for something even so simple as to be moved close enough to touch IV like IV so clearly wants (needs). ]
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Date: 2013-01-04 12:57 am (UTC)But it doesn't just want him to break, it wants the break to be beautiful. It wants him to lose himself before it's even touching him.
(it doesn't just want him to ask
it wants him to beg)
So it drifts up close to Thomas again, but lower this time, holds his hips still and lays its head on his swollen stomach and watches his face.
(and it traces one finger around the tendril inside him)
(it hasn't swollen up yet and Black Mist is intrigued, it has an image it wants to explore, wants to see laid out for it)]
I wonder, pet...
Could you take another?
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Date: 2013-01-04 01:03 am (UTC)(he wants more, wants everything it can give and)
(it's offering more)
(offering to give him another, and IV groans again just imagining it, imagining it stretching him open with two tendrils at once)
It takes a few long moments before he's willing to let go of the tendril in his mouth, still sucking at it, and even when he pulls his head back to speak he's still kissing at it, licking at the oil leaking from it between words. ]
Please. Aah, ah, I can. I-- I want another. Please, now, ah...
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Date: 2013-01-04 01:44 am (UTC)It's...it's going to put another in him, and he's
he's begging for it.
(he's begging for it, he's so desperate, he can barely keep his mouth off the tendril in front of him)
(his own body is starting to hurt with how badly he needs to be touched but he can take it, he can take it, he just has to wait)
(but his breath hitches as he watches, his body tenses)]
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Date: 2013-01-04 11:08 am (UTC)It slips up again so it can cradle IV's head in its hands, croon to him, calm him.
(calm him just enough)
(just enough that this will be easier, but of course he won't be calm once it's in, will he?)
Another tendril just as thick slides up alongside the first, dripping, and begins to push into him, slowly, steadily. And as it does Black Mist strokes IV's hair, croons to him softly.]
Such a good pet. Such a good boy.
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Date: 2013-01-04 02:45 pm (UTC)(it's not that he wasn't calm in the sense of being afraid)
(but in the face of this kind of pleasure, it's hard to relax on his own steam)
He relaxes into the press of the second tendril though, sliding his eyes shut and only reacting with soft moans and gasps while it's stroking his hair and crooning to him that way.
('good pet', 'good boy')
(he's doing well, it's pleased with him)
(good. that's good, he wants to please it)
IV moans again, still quiet. He doesn't want to obscure a word that it's saying, doesn't want to miss a bit of it while Black Mist is praising him, so he sucks the tendril back into his mouth to muffle the noises coming from him as they get more and more desperate. ]
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Date: 2013-01-04 07:09 pm (UTC)Speaking of which. The way the tendrils are stretching him, there's oil leaking out, so it needs to pump it in fast, from both of them.
And, well, if the oil's already dripping out, then there's no harm if it does a little more, is there?
It keeps singing to him, soothing him, as the tendril keeps pushing into him, as it pulls out and slides back in, as the other one begins slowly to do the same.
(it will fuck him slowly, so the need that's already painful will become unbearable, so he'll beg and plead for more even with two tendrils inside him, even as he feels he's going to break)
(V should be thankful, it thinks, that it is willing to share this delight with him)]
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Date: 2013-01-04 07:40 pm (UTC)If it weren't keeping him calm with its voice he'd be beyond desperate by now, he'd be arching and writhing and fighting past his exhaustion to jerk about as much as possible in the hopes of getting more, more. As is though, he's placid, almost docile; just hanging in its grip, hips rocking slowly (but faster now, gradually) into the thrusting tendrils and moaning softly, eyes glazed with lust.
(even despite that, though, he's starting to tremble more, to suck harder at the tendril in his mouth)
(Black Mist can calm him but this is too much, this is too good)
(and
Chris is watching)
(that thought is enough to have an abrupt jerk of his hips, IV's eyes squeezing shut) ]
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Date: 2013-01-04 08:35 pm (UTC)It sees V, too, out of the corner of its eye, sees him panting and shaking and squirming in his bonds, trying desperately to soothe his aching body, eyes still locked on his brother. And that pleases it too, certainly. But it's not enough. He has to give in, he has to break.
So, slowly, the crooning becomes quieter, quieter, and Black Mist slowly draws itself away. It has to build this up slowly, put on a wonderful puppet show for their guest.
As it moves away, V's bonds tighten, draw his limbs away from each other so he doesn't have a hope of touching himself, any part of himself.
It waits, watches, to see its beloved pet as he comes apart.]
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Date: 2013-01-04 10:15 pm (UTC)Before long, he's jerking in Black Mist's grip, skin slick with sweat and oil, every exhalation accompanied by a loud groan and each one only just barely muffled by the tendril in his mouth. It's not long after that, either, that he arches and lets the tendril slip free from his mouth entirely.
(he wants to drink, he wants everything it will give but)
(this isn't enough)
(he needs more and it's not being given to him and he knows, even in this state, that Black Mist won't give in and let him come until Chris has broken)
(so he throws his head back, bearing down on the tendrils that are fucking him, and calls out loud and needy) ]
Please, please, more. Ah, ah, I need more, please-- please I'll do anything I need it please, please!
[ His eyes snap open then, finding Chris and focusing on him. ]
V. Chris. A-ah, nii-san-- please. Please, nii-san...
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Date: 2013-01-10 02:33 am (UTC)He was squirming before, trying to get some kind of stimulation, but now he hangs limp in his bonds and takes slow, shuddering breaths, trembling.
(his whole body is on fire, he's flushed everywhere and slick with oil and sweat, his hair hangs damp in his face)
(he can't give in)
(but)
(but Thomas is right there, and it's touching him and fucking him hard and it looks so)
(good)
(and)
IV...IV's asking for something, but he doesn't know what he's asking for, he hears the desperation in his voice but what can Chris do when he's bound here?
(he can't touch him, can't press his body against his or kiss him deep or ride his cock or)
He tries to clear the thoughts out of his mind but they keep coming back worse, better.]
I...IV, I...!
[He can't give in but he
he can't take this, he can't, his mind might be well-protected but his body
his body is going to come apart.]
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Date: 2013-01-10 03:37 am (UTC)(he just needs a push)
(just one more little push and then)
It moves a closer again, strokes his face as the tendrils begin to move in him faster.]
What should he do, IV?
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Date: 2013-01-11 01:28 am (UTC)(because it's too much, it's too much and not enough and he needs to come more than he needs to breathe right now, it's like he's burning and drowning all in the same motion, drowning in hot oil)
The noises start to get more coherent though, the longer Black Mist holds him and fucks him open at that speed. Words start to slip through the torrent of noise, please and nii-san and give in and more.
His eyes clamp shut and he arches up further with every thrust of Black Mist's tendrils, still begging on every breath.
(if Chris doesn't give in, he)
(he doesn't know what he'll do)
(he can't survive this kind of pleasure-pain-anticipation for much longer) ]
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Date: 2013-01-11 04:51 am (UTC)He hears IV pleading, sees it fucking him hard and fast but he's still not coming and he understands.
He should have expected this to be a trap, really. Maybe he did understand.
(maybe he did understands and he just didn't care)
(he doesn't care right now, certainly)
(for this moment he doesn't care if it's a trap he doesn't care what he'll give up he doesn't care he)
(he needs it, he wants what IV's getting and more, he wants everything it can give him and he wants IV too and he won't be satisfied until he has it, has everything)
(at heart he is greedy, like most humans)
It's in that moment, that moment when the trap doesn't matter, that he opens his mouth and speaks.]
...p-please. Please.
[He barely even knows what he's asking for.]
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Date: 2013-01-11 04:51 am (UTC)The crest on Chris' forehead lights, squirms and shifts, and
the numbing comes off.]
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Date: 2013-01-11 05:09 am (UTC)(because he's not numb any more)
(because there's a moment of nothing and then, abruptly, everything)
He arches so far that it should hurt but there's no pain, there's barely even pleasure there's just an end, blinding dark and blinding light in his vision all at once and his ears ringing with his own hoarse scream and his pulse pounding in his ears like his heart is going to explode out of his chest. He's suspended in the moment for what feels like forever, locked into place by the force of his orgasm and the way his muscles tense up, noise wringing its way out of his throat.
It feels like forever and when it finally stops he slumps in Black Mist's grip, head lolling back like he can't hold himself up.
(his muscles ache and he feels sore and tender all over, every breath rasping in his throat like sandpaper but)
(the pain doesn't matter)
(nothing matters, not after so much pleasure and pain, when he's so exhausted and held up only by Black Mist's grip) ]
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Date: 2013-01-23 07:07 pm (UTC)You've done so ｗｅｌｌ, pet...you've made me so ｐｒｏｕｄ...
[Its touches are rhythmic, soothing, a simple pattern to bring him to rest.
(in the background, V squirms, moans as a tendril probes at his ass and another slips into his mouth, nearly sobs with relief)]
Would you like to sleep, pet?
I can make him ready.
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Date: 2013-01-23 07:31 pm (UTC)It's speaking to him like that, it's soothing him and IV is so tired, so desperate to sleep but-- but he can hear V, too. He wants to see. Wants to see it get V off, wants to-- no, though, not help out. Not now, not when he can barely even move and every part of him feels leaden with exhaustion. ]
I--
I want to...
[ He trails off, the see dying in his throat as his eyes flutter shut completely.
He wants to see, but when he can barely keep his eyes open and the only thing keeping him up at all is the tendrils holding him, he's not so sure that that's going to happen.
(maybe--)
(maybe if it held him up, so that he could sit back against it in the air)
(it could envelope him too, he thinks, moans weakly at the thought and squirms just a little) ]