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Anyone up for rp?
Because this blog is still a role play blog. Despite how quiet we've been.
Scott rolls his eyes. "Yes, I'm still alive. Stupid mun did some stupid things, and got exactly what she deserved."
"I doubt she got what she deserved. She's still alive, isn't she, Scotty?"
Hello, Sweetie!
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
Kyrian moaned softly against the door when he felt Wolf's orgasm almost as if it was his own. So beautiful. And so perfect in his devotion. There only had been one other man ever Kyrian had loved with the same passion and depth. But really... No. There hadn't been another. Not like this.
Daemon... You naughty thing. Let him breathe. Or I'll melt your eyes right out of your head.
His voice was warm and gentle even when uttering a threat like that.
For a few more seconds he enjoyed the warmth and the bliss he felt from Wolf. Then he had to shatter their illusions.
There's no home, boys. There's no TARDIS. No place to return you. I'm a fugitive. And you two... are my weakness. That's why you two will stay exactly where you are. Have a good time with that doctor. He seems to be sufficiently perverted to keep you entertained for a while.
Wolf gasped for air, letting himself go limp as Daemon cackled at the threat.
Daemon would never admit it, but his fractured psyche needed Kyrian's threats. The people here were just too kind, he couldn't take it.
Sitting up with a soft sigh, Wolf and Daemon took in that knowledge mute with sadness and grief (Wolf) and a loud blinding anger (Daemon)
What!? Daemon snarled. Weakness? Me! Why not let me loose on your enemies? He demanded.
In the face of Daemon's fury, Wolf shut down, starting to sob quietly into his hands as he experienced sub drop.
Better than leaving me here with these boring useless humans!
Kyrian let Daemon’s anger wash through him like a wave of pleasure. Yes... Good. He deserved that anger. It made him feel wanted, needed. And it made him want to simply break the door down and take them with him.
I don’t want your anger, pet. I want your devotion. I want your screams.
Once more he focused on the man on the bed. This time there was nothing gentle about his mental touches. This time he wrapped his mind around every single nerve ending in his pet’s body and then set them ablaze. There wouldn’t be any physicall harm, just blinding white hot agony.
Then, as quickly as he had overwhelmed him he removed his mind again. Footsteps. The doctor was returning.
No more torturing and killing, Daemon. Wolf, you are a good pet. Remember that.
Kyrian disappeared as quickly as he had appeared and left them alone.
Dr. Lecter returned to his patients with a bottle of water and a sandwich. He ignored the visible signs of Wolf’s pleasure and instead sat down on the chair next to the bed.
“Eat.”
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
Kyrian moaned softly against the door when he felt Wolf's orgasm almost as if it was his own. So beautiful. And so perfect in his devotion. There only had been one other man ever Kyrian had loved with the same passion and depth. But really... No. There hadn't been another. Not like this.
Daemon... You naughty thing. Let him breathe. Or I'll melt your eyes right out of your head.
His voice was warm and gentle even when uttering a threat like that.
For a few more seconds he enjoyed the warmth and the bliss he felt from Wolf. Then he had to shatter their illusions.
There's no home, boys. There's no TARDIS. No place to return you. I'm a fugitive. And you two... are my weakness. That's why you two will stay exactly where you are. Have a good time with that doctor. He seems to be sufficiently perverted to keep you entertained for a while.
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
Master...
Wolf and Daemon had a way of saying that word that compared to no one else. They always put such urge into it, such need.
Kyrian rested his head against the door to Wolf's room. He knew Wolf couldn't open it from the inside without damaging it so for now he left him locked in.
I can smell your arousal... And your pain. Oh and your strength. Be a good little pet and touch yourself. I want you to cum for me, my darling.
Wolf moaned, letting himself fall backwards onto his makeshift bed, reaching down to stroke his entrance, still lose from his recent fucking.
Come touch me? He begged, slipping a few fingers inside. Please? We've missed you so much!
Even this small touch lit a fire in his veins, his hips arching off the bed as he gasped, moaning loud and long. He had permission, and he didn't have the strength to hold it back, free hand going for his cock.
"Kyrian... oh oh ah!"
Kyrian.
Wolf barely ever called him that. And yet it didn't make him mad. In fact, he enjoyed it. To hear his own name drip from those lips like sweet honey. Perfect. But no, he wouldn't come to touch him. Not yet. There were cameras in that room and Kyrian didn't want to be seen. He did however want to feel Wolf's pleasure, let him soar high and higher until he was weeping with it.
And so through their telepathic link he created an illusion that felt in fact very real, oh and very good.
Feel me then...
Kyrian's presence in Wolf's mind spread, a warm pleasure seeping through his bones and further down to his cock. It always held the promise of pain and sometimes he let a muscle spasm, or over stimulated a nerve ending. He spread until Wolf was full of his presence. It cost Kyrian a great deal of focus but it was so worth it.
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
Master...
Wolf and Daemon had a way of saying that word that compared to no one else. They always put such urge into it, such need.
Kyrian rested his head against the door to Wolf's room. He knew Wolf couldn't open it from the inside without damaging it so for now he left him locked in.
I can smell your arousal... And your pain. Oh and your strength. Be a good little pet and touch yourself. I want you to cum for me, my darling.
Kyrian
Still alive.
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
Kyrian was right there, behind the door. His presence shrouded from Wolf and Daemon alike. He was still madly jealous but also curious. A curiosity that made him wait. Wait and see and breathe slowly to keep his own anger under control.
“Wolf. Hello. It is, as always, good to see you. I am sorry this happened to you. I should have known better than to leave, or Daemon alone with someone. But do not worry. This man will not bother you again.”
He let his eyes roam over the still frail looking body.
“It’s what you know, right? Both of you? Sex for... what? Food? Comfort? Help? Yes?”
Help, yes. Energy. Life-force, thought Kyrian but this doctor most certainly could not know that. The very doctor who right now cleared his throat.
“If you feel the need to end what was started... I’ll leave the room. Take care of this man and bring you something to eat. How about that?” Without waiting for an answer he pulled the orderly up and left the room with him. Kyrian faded into the shadows for a moment but still Hannibal, predator that he was, had the distinct feeling that he was not the most dangerous creature in the hospital right now.
/Wolf... my sweet, precious, darling Wolf.../ Kyrian called out telepathically.
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
Hannibal sighed and sat on the bed next to the naked man. He took his jacket off to at least cover Daemon up a little bit. It wasn't that Hannibal was asexual, certainly not, but to him sex was a tool, a delicacy, something to enjoy, or use on occasion. And he never lost control.
"Yes. I want to talk to Wolf. Now," commanded Hannibal gently. "I know you enjoy the good sandwiches I bring you." The ones with very special meat. "If you want another any time soon, you let me talk to Wolf. Wolf... I'm not mad at you but you will have to explain..."
Kyrian stood in front of the door, hearts pounding, breathing heavily. He was enraged and amazed at the confidence and dominance the stranger used with his slave. It made him curious. And jealous. But he reigned that in, though barely, for now and listened.
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
"Ah... Look at him." Kyrian couldn't keep the sheer awe out of his voice completely. His love for Daemon, however twisted it was, was nevertheless genuine and in a rather odd way, pure.
Daemon didn't look all that good however. Even skinnier than usually. Injured. A broken doll. But it seemed he was working diligently on fixing that. Kyrian had the distinct feeling that maybe he himself wasn't entirely innocent about Daemon's situation. How did that make him feel? Terrible. Absolutely terrible. But he couldn't for the life of him remember that he had left him there. Must be his future then.
"That looks terribly like early 21st century Earth. I most certainly didn't leave him THERE. Tell me what happened."
Scott watched Daemon for a moment, letting himself slip into the copy of the alter's memories of the moment in question he held.
"Opp." He laughed a bit. "Jack happened. Oh dear." He turned back to FARAH's console, quickly flicking through an encyclopedia-type database, fingers sliding along the touch screen of a monitor. "Let me see here. Oh yes. Oh dear. This Jack is a bit ... troublesome."
"Obsessive to a manic degree and believes himself to be in love with the Doctor (specifically the incarnation known as 'Ninth') this Jack prefers to be addressed as Harkness and uses his immortality to traverse the multiverse, latching onto any version and/or incarnation of the Doctor he can find, hoping to use any tactic necessary to make that Doctor love him as much as Jack believes he loves the Doctor."
Scott read this aloud slowly, frowning. "Daemon was abducted by this Jack and locked in a storage unit; given people as 'pets' - until they died. Jack never fed them, so eventually, Daemon ate the raw flesh of those pets to survive. He was eventually found by law enforcement, however. Daemon is in a mental health ward at the moment-" He waved a hand towards the live porn; wherefrom the sound of it Daemon's current partner was finishing up. "Being evaluated for ... criminal insanity."
He frowned at the image again, watching the nurse pull out and proceed to go down on Daemon, revealing a cast on both his arm and leg, bandages covering his bare chest. "If this is a psych ward, why in the hell is that orderly fucking an obviously ill patient."
Kyrian snarled when he saw the casts and the bandages. He could heal that damage in absolutely no time. And Harkness? Perfect. He would find him and kill him. Bury him and let him choke to death, drown him in lava, poison, stab, skin and crush him. Over and over again.
On screen the door to the room opened and a tall, well put together gentleman entered. Quietly. Just as quietly he injected him in the neck, efficiently stopping him before he could even think of screaming, or fighting. The orderly collapsed and Hannibal caught him effortlessly.
"Daemon, isn't it?" He asked gently, gaze fixed on Daemon's gaze. "I am deeply sorry this happened to you. Can you... Hmm... Can Wolf tell me what happened?"
Kyrian leaned against the console, breathing hard. This... whatever he was... KNEW their names. That alone made him jealous beyond everything.
"Give me the coordinates, Scott. I need to get there. Now."
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
"Ah... Look at him." Kyrian couldn't keep the sheer awe out of his voice completely. His love for Daemon, however twisted it was, was nevertheless genuine and in a rather odd way, pure.
Daemon didn't look all that good however. Even skinnier than usually. Injured. A broken doll. But it seemed he was working diligently on fixing that. Kyrian had the distinct feeling that maybe he himself wasn't entirely innocent about Daemon's situation. How did that make him feel? Terrible. Absolutely terrible. But he couldn't for the life of him remember that he had left him there. Must be his future then.
"That looks terribly like early 21st century Earth. I most certainly didn't leave him THERE. Tell me what happened."
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
"You should go backward more often. For old times sake."
Scott legit jumped, spinning around as he clutched his console, eyes wide.
"Holy fucking shit!" He gasped, clutching the cloth over his chest. "Oh, it's you. Dear lord..."
“You’ve gotten better at addressing me properly. That much is true, Scott. So...” he strolled around the console room. “Any idea where my boys are?”
Tapping a button that had the console buttons sinking down, a cover further hiding the console, Scott sighed, hopping up to sit on the cover, folding his legs and grabbing his ankles.
"Yes yes hello to you too, ass." He cocked his head to the side, grinning. "What, did you lose your toys? I'm sure they're both fine."
"Yes," he replied dreamily. "I'm sure they are. Yeah... They might actually be fine. A bit lonley maybe and angry. A bit mad. But fine." He smiled at Scott and it was a rather friendly one. "I need them. Help me find them. I know you can tell where they are."
Scott sighed deeply, then hopped off of the console, eyeing Kyrian, eyes a lit with silver.
"Yes yes, fine. I'll help you find them. How old are you right now?"
Instead of waiting for an answer Scott reached out and poked Kyrian with two fingers, humming softly. "I see..."
Knocking his knuckles once against his forehead Scott pulled a dark mode of energy from his mind, letting it coil around his hand as he walked over to the far wall. Reaching out he collected a bit of golden energy in his palm and shot both towards the wall, creating a dark doorway of spiraling energy.
If Kyrian was brave enough to follow him into the portal he'd see a large dark room filled with tall test tubes, each one large enough to fit a man, each one covered by a dark sheet. Scott walked through the room silently reaching out to touch one tube, tapping it gently.
"Alright. He wants to know where you are at this point in his life ..." Scott pressed his forehead to the still covered tube and it lit up from within.
After a long moment Scott pulled himself away, blinking rapidly.
Kyrian grunted when he was poked. He hated being touched without consent. Funny really, considering he did that to others all the time. And yes, of course Kyrian followed him through the portal. Scott was pretty much the last person in the universe he would ever allow to see him scared or even just insecure.
“You are keeping them like... you store them?” As he looked around he was surprised just how disgusted he was by what he saw. Scott’s alters lined up like suits he could put on whenever he felt like it. Disgusting. “How would I....?” Know. But he bit his tongue instead of saying another word and waited. Truth was, he was scared. But certainly not of Scott, or Daemon...
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
"You should go backward more often. For old times sake."
Scott legit jumped, spinning around as he clutched his console, eyes wide.
"Holy fucking shit!" He gasped, clutching the cloth over his chest. "Oh, it's you. Dear lord..."
“You’ve gotten better at addressing me properly. That much is true, Scott. So...” he strolled around the console room. “Any idea where my boys are?”
Tapping a button that had the console buttons sinking down, a cover further hiding the console, Scott sighed, hopping up to sit on the cover, folding his legs and grabbing his ankles.
"Yes yes hello to you too, ass." He cocked his head to the side, grinning. "What, did you lose your toys? I'm sure they're both fine."
"Yes," he replied dreamily. "I'm sure they are. Yeah... They might actually be fine. A bit lonley maybe and angry. A bit mad. But fine." He smiled at Scott and it was a rather friendly one. "I need them. Help me find them. I know you can tell where they are."
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
"You should go backward more often. For old times sake."
Scott legit jumped, spinning around as he clutched his console, eyes wide.
"Holy fucking shit!" He gasped, clutching the cloth over his chest. "Oh, it's you. Dear lord..."
“You’ve gotten better at addressing me properly. That much is true, Scott. So...” he strolled around the console room. “Any idea where my boys are?”
Scott stared down at his console, pouting.
He was bored. So, so, goddamn bored.
Everyone was trapped by covid, and it wasn't any fun moving forward in time.
He was SO BORED.
"You should go backward more often. For old times sake."
