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 Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 3:32 pm
Wasn't sure about what...? The question he was preparing to ask before was lost now... But thankfully Vivre stood up and allowed Mali to regain atleast a tiny bit of composure.
Until the next request threw him off again.
It wasn't something to be protested, he had agreed to this test after all...
"No, no, it's alright, I trust you. Forgive me, I'm just..." Flustered? Embarrassed? A little excited? All of the above. "Just a little nervous, that's all. Pain and the like, you know. And I bruise rather easily, so it won't take much to cut, so don't worry too much about how deep the cut will be. Ah, then again you should worry, I suppose, since the pain will be transferred to you."
While he still spoke quickly, the words came out a little more steady, and he turned to better face his companion.
Now... Taking off the shirt.. That would be something. It unbuckled across the chest, the top across his shoulders sliding down fairly easily. Next came the rather useless belt that hung about his waist, which was dropped off promptly to the side. Who knew that ancient civilization still had zippers, since it only took the sliding of one to have the shirt open.
Something he didn't know though was that there was makeup just under his pecks, and near the lower side of his belly, furthering the image that he was simply a doll in the guise of a senshi.
A brief thought crossed his mind, whoever created this senshi's uniform had a sick sense of humor, as he pulled the shirt open wider to expose his bare chest.
"... Is this good enough?" It was a soft whisper this time, a small sense of shyness lacing them this time. "Or does it need to come all the way off?"
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 3:49 pm
Vit had been staring and jerked to attention when Mali asked him a question.
"Oh, no. That's fine. It can stay. That's enough." Though he wondered just how much it could have asked Mali to take off. Then again, it would risk the man powering down and then it might be even harder to get the senshi to come back to rest this out.
For the most part, Vitriol had seen naked and bare-chested men since his re-corruption. It was part of living in the barracks and having communal showers. It was another thing to have a shirtless man on its bed, but somehow Mali's timidness had made a man just having his shirt off somehow extremely personal. Didn't Mali ever play sports? Get hot on a summer's day? How often did he take off his shirt in public?
Among the strange patterns brushed on the senshi's unblemished and unscarred skin, Vitriol couldn't help but look at the black cracked hole in the center of his chest. It had never been close to corrupted senshi in the past, having a negative opinion of them. That was changed of course, but it had never seen the gapping hole corrupted senshi had up close.
"Does that hurt?" It asked, pointing to the cracked crater with one claw. "I never got to see them up close. It really is dark inside. I'm surprised things just don't - fall in."
It wanted to touch it and see if it was solid or really sank deep into the abyss.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 6:15 pm
Oh gods... Vivre had been staring at him... Suddenly Mali became hyper aware of everything. Vivre’s closeness, his bare skin exposed, the hole in his chest..
Oh. Oh! That made far more sense, the other having a curiousness about that, not the rest of Mali and his bareness.
“Have you not seen one up close before?” The embarrassment was giving way to the more educational side of him, and he took Vivre’s hand, separating a claw from the others and placing it at the cracks and hole, just shy of touching it.
“It’s surprisingly non-tangible. Perhaps it makes it easier for me to pull out my own starseed, but nothing can fall in. You are free to touch if, if you’d like.”
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 6:41 pm
"I never used to talk to corrupt senshi that much. I talked to people, but rarely was friends with anyone. A few here and there, and none of them were corrupted senshi. And not one that would let me see their chest." It admitted, thinking back to the senshi it had talked to in all it's time as Wolframite and find that he had talked to far more uncorrupted senshi then corrupted ones.
Permission given, it held its breath and reached to press a claw against the dark star of a hole in Mali's chest. What it felt was a pushing force like that of two opposing magnets trying to push the other off. An invisible force that wouldn't let it go near.
"It's like a shield." It said as it pulled the claw back and then glanced down and then back up.
"Thanks for letting me check it out. Can I cut you now?" It asked, eyes twinkling with a unrestrained eagerness like it was asking if, now that supper was finally finished, it could have dessert.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 6:49 pm
”Specifically corrupted senshi? Was this back before the standing that the Corrupts have now? Back when we were hated and treated like second-hand citizens?” Just how long had Vivre been around? The way he spoke, it seemed like far longer than not... It was a black mark on the Negaverse record, another reason to hate them, for they hated the Corrupts as well for such a long time.
Things were different now. Not so many were hated.
“I’m glad you talk to me. I can’t help but wonder where I would have ended up if I didn’t have your guidance.” The guidance simply being an infatuation that kept him from going too far off the beaten path.
“Did you know that I can pull my own starseed out and not hurt? It’s there and just exists in that moment... And in that moment, I am a soulless husk. Quite a curious thing, that is.” Ah, but Vivre didn’t want to talk more about the complexities that came with being a senshi, he wanted blood, so Mali obliged, sitting up a little straighter and shifting his shirt open just a little wider.
“Go on then, make your mark.”
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 7:04 pm
It was interesting to know and it almost stopped again, but the anticipation overtook its curiosity at the moment.
"You'll have to show me sometime." It said, but its focus was elsewhere. The hand that had once hovered above Mali's starseed mark was now below it and it seemed to debate exactly where to start. There was a gentle sway of its tail as it considered a few things, then set several fingers down spread wide against the skin to create a solid hold. Then, slowly, it dragged a claw down the milky expanse of Mali's perfect, unmarked flesh. For all the markings that were done by magic to make the man look like a puppet, the doll skin almost porcelain in its flawless perfection, it was soft and giving under its claw. The black blade of its possibly once human nail now made into a sharp almost sloth-like claw dragged and it felt the same resistance of flesh give away to vibrant crimson. There it knew below the layer of protective fat, of which Mali had very little, and then the crisscrossing layers of muscle wrapping about curved ivory rib cage. It knew the inside of a person from its sloppy, manic exploits of the past, and if with just a little more pressure, it could sink it's claw deeper and tear until pools would fall like waterfalls into the senshi's lap.
But it restrained itself, and in so it went slow, lost in the held breath of savoring like a long drag of a cigarette from an addict gone cold-turkey for months. It tasted the familiarity of smell and texture and shuddered under the warmth against the pads of its fingers as Mali's breathed against them. It could hear breath catching as it continued the long line across it's body, between broken black star shining dark and above soft pink areolas.
It pause when it made a even, centered mark, held the smoke of pleasure in it's lungs a while longer, and breathed out, removing its claw and without thinking, placed it between both lips as its eyes remained transfixed on the mark.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 7:32 pm
What a strange feeling it was, having another person touch him so intimately for the first time.... Yes, there were those who fiddled with his hair, his clothes, his entire body for certain photo shoots that he actually participated in, but this certainly wasn’t the same.
What was he supposed to do with his own hands, which currently helped support him as Vivre drew in closer? They wanted to thread through his hair, pet the ears, make this experience far more intimate and engaging for him that the science experience it truly was. He kept them below him, however, not giving into that thirst for more contact.
A small wince came as the cut was made, his eyes squeezing shut as the incision took far longer than he expected. His skin was pale, thin, prone to bruising and bleeding much longer than what was normal, so it was a good idea that Vivre asked him to sit down at first... When he opened them again, the blood oozed down his chest slowly, but with no signs of stopping as of yet.
As he parted his lips slowly, taking in a deep breath before wanting to ask if he was finished, he found himself starting back at the halfling before him..
He had licked his claws, taking in the blood that came from the cut... And Mali gasped.
“Vivre..?” His voice was even more whispered before, unafraid yet nervous all the same. Nervous about what the sight did to him, how his body heated up and that urge to touch his companion growing with each moment of silence passing between them.
Ultimately, he gave in, delicately taking the claw between his fingers and pulling it slowly from Vivre’s lips. “Is everything alright...?”
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 7:41 pm
It stared up, eyes looking through Mali a moment and then nodded with a simple "Mmm." to say that things were fine though there was a warm heating running through his system and a aching in his body.
Reaching down, it pulled its claws to it's body, and didn't bother with the gem buttons of it's coat. Magical uniforms repaired themselves. If Mali had let it, it would have torn then down the center. It was only plesantries and restraint that let it keep still for that long, and arching now, it pulled a claw down and tugged hard once, then again each time it met a snag, and tore again, and the jacket and shirt tore down. "I need to test if we switch damage." It said, as if out of breath. Low and thick.
Chest exposed to the blemished, burned, and scarred body underneath, it took a set of claws and dug into it, letting the dagger-tips pierce and then dragging it across till bloodtrails blossumed across it's chest in three long streets. It bite its lip, muffling a noise that didn't seem so much plain as indulgence.
Then, clawmarks stained, it tasted them again, but this time with far less enthusiasm than before. It knew what its blood tasted like. There was no discover there.
Reaching over, it set a hand on the chest again and breathed out, drunk on the allowance it was given to invade Mali's space, to mark him, tear at him, taste him. "Now - let me have your mark. Willingly. Tell me I can take it from you. Don't hesitate at all." It said, a pleading order given to the other. A desperate instruction. "Give." It said, the word commanding. "Now you say Take."
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 7:50 pm
This was dangerous.
Vivre seemed to move as if possessed, urging him along, needing and wanting in a way that Mali only ever seemed to have read about or played through in games.
And while part of Mali wanted to give in, to indulge in whatever fantasies or other... things that were potentially going through Vivre’s head, he couldn’t.
That stubbornness was there, that craving need to have something more than just pure arousal fueling his actions.
He pulled his eyes away as Vivre sliced open his own shirt, sitting up a little straighter to pull himself back together again.
“Alright, I will hand it over, but promise me you will allow me to patch you up afterwards.” Mali doubted he could be heard over whatever was going on in Vivre’s head, and only sighed. “Give.”
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 7:58 pm
And there was a little gasp as it felt the sharp needles pierce into it's neck and start magically seeping the pain to it. A new pain swelled up in its chest crossing over the ones it had made, and with it, the mark on Mali's body shrank and vanished. Staring out and slightly up, it hummed a long note as it sang out the last pangs inside of it and then the needles retracted back into the collar.
Rubbing under its collar, it stared down and saw no marks went away from those it created and now a fresh one rested. Looking over, it saw nothing on the other, and it breathed out, laying down beside Mali and taking long, measured breathes. It's body felt tight and with it came the strange sensation of something off and telling, It turned its back to Mali and took a breath.
A moment to stop savoring as its expression flushed and it laid there. "You can fix me up in a few minutes. Just give me a moment." It said, distant and shaky.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 8:07 pm
Worry came first, as it often did, then relief as the pain and blood that was on his chest vanished. Slowly at first, then all at once.
How interesting indeed... Mali reached up, touching the unmarked skin and finding nothing but trace amounts of blood that was left behind. Even the nausea that seemed to come with any bits of excessive bleeding was gone, leaving him quite whole and content.
Except for the worry that came back as Vivre plopped down beside him.
“I ask again, Vivre, are you alright?” Nothing seemed amiss... The heavy breathing, the dazed glances, it all made sense after having taken on the self-inflicted injury and Mali’s own. Could he have been dizzied as well?
Unable to resist any longer, He allowed himself the freedom to thread his fingers through that soft, fluffy hair in what he hoped was a comforting manner.
“Does it hurt too much...? Should I find a senshi or take you to the infirmary for a proper treatment?”
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 5:58 am
It didn't turn around and for a moment closed its eyes as fingers trailed through its hair before sighing. "Touching me isn't a good idea right now. If you can."
It didn't want to make Mali uncomfortable but it also didn't want to make the man sorry for helping him with his item testing. Worse yet, he didn't want Mali to think he asked him to come here and do this as some ploy to get worked up as if it was hoping for more. It just happened and it could only chalk it up to not being around anyone for months. It couldn't even remember the last time it last touched it's ex-husband.
"I just got - a little too into it " It mumbled, glad its back was to Mali as it flushed and didn't bother to turn around. "I'm not dying."
It felt like it but for other reasons.
"The med kit is on the shelf."
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 6:10 am
Again, 'Mali found himself confused. Inexperience led to ignorance, and he hoped he could do atleast something to help soothe whatever Vivre was going through.
Getting into it, for the corrupt, simply meant that perhaps the more animistic side of the half-youma was getting to him. Chaos was complicated, forced them to be far more easy going when it came to things like murder and mauling. It seemed like Vivre was struggling to keep that inside for Mali's sake. He imagined it was like putting too much pressure on a can, having been reserved too long and the desire to lash out more was threatening to burst forth.
What triggered it though, he wondered quietly as he pulled his hand away to get off the bed and retrieve the med kit.
The blood? The cut itself? The pain? Pain did make one angry at times, even if it was requested or for the best. He knew he grew angry at the times when he was decked simply to save his own life. For the best, of course, but still rage-inducing.
Once he returned, he sat back down on the bed, med-kit to the side, and then laid down beside Vivre, pushing those thoughts of things being inappropriate or too intimate aside in favor of hopefully bringing a bit of comfort to the struggling halfing.
"It's alright, Vivre. I'm here, and I want to help.. I'm sorry if I caused this, and I'm not worried. I trust you." Slowly, once again, Mali began to run his fingers through the Lieutenant's hair, words soft and easy as his bare chest pressed close against the other's back.
This was alright, wasn't it? A friend comforting a friend, tender touches meant to soothe and nothing more.
"Please let me know when you're ready, and I'll patch you up. I'm glad you're collar works, but if it does this to you, perhaps it's best to use it infrequently..."
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 6:46 am
Mali left, the weight leaving the bed, and slowing Vitriol a moment of quiet relief. It knew Mali would come back and ask to fix it, but a few minutes of focused distancing hopefully would calm the beast in its loins enough to not cause a awkward fix-me-up for the senshi.
The bed moved again when the other returned and at no promoting whatsoever, Mali laid down and started to run his hands again through its hair.
He is trying to kill me. He has no idea what he is offering.
Mali was cruel. Was this revenge for cutting him?
"I don't...think you know what you're offering. If you help, I won't stop. I don't want to hurt you." Mali loved it and if they did that, there would be no going back. Vit would indeed feel satisfied but Mali was made of something far more tender and wouldn't take the experience the way Vitriol would.
And then he spoke of being fixed and it sighed again. "If you don't stop touching me I'll never be ready. And it's not the collar's fault."
It just really liked the intimacy of what had transpired. It just didn't want Mali to know it.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 7:23 am
Landry was used to stubbornness when it came to moving around out of bed. Lori could be like that, whining about hangovers but not wanting to fix the problem at his source. To him, it was just another case of another person being stubborn.
He would not have that.
The hand was removed, and Mali sat up a bit, putting space in between them.
In the next movement, he grabbed Vivre's shoulder, and pushed it back down onto the bed, forcing him to lie flat on his back, the other hand quickly coming over to press on the opposite shoulder. Each move was careful, as to not further agitate the cuts that still bled out from that already scarred Chest.
"Stop being difficult and let me help you." Pinning down someone in such a way was inelegant, his back was twisted in an awful manner, and to relieve that stress, he shifted again, slipping a knee between the halfling's legs to discourage further movement.
All focus was on the blood from the other's chest, and the cuts that were not yet closed. Were there anything else going on, it was out of mind, out of sight, as he did not think about it when someone he cared for was physically injured.
"I don't think you truly want blood all over your bed, or an infection, do you? Let me take care of this, and then you can brood on the bed all you like."
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