Noah of Pleasure

[sensual-obscurity]

Merry Christmas || @baishouqijia ♡

An abundance of glory and splendour. Glittering, flittering in all its deceptively beautiful little things that shine and shimmer in something of a dimmed low light of a few candles, a far away candelabra. Setting scene, when the scene itself would be set by engaging words, entangling teases, it was nought more than that, and more it might become in the future if he were to just let it. If they both were to just permit it. Had it not strung itself out to end in this place over weeks and weeks he had been sent here in idle pretence of negotiations to take place between powers that sure do need none. That sure do not have any want for them past their engagements with each other - power was so insignificant, when power was all they ever held.

Why not give it all up? Why not give it away? Hand it over to that associate of his in their self-made pretence of knowledge that it was not the same thing, not the same case. Only recently, as much as Tyki was aware, had that tempting engagement of his been made aware of relations between him and another friend that was so inclined, so helpful, to usher off happenstances where nobody would ever expect them to become a reality. That meddling brother of his. In a sense, this was all the more reason to just chide him for his rummaging around the Noah's private matters [ but he would not complain, now would he? ].

But he truly did not mind. Did not complain in the slightest when teasing and taunting had led to a small intermingling of minds, of souls, as deliriously threatening as his presence might come to be, undoubtedly the dire situation of it all would play on hidden strings. Unravel hidden thoughts. The Regrator had always such a well-poised, well-held behaviour that there was only a small notion inside his mind to just want to see it break.

Dangerous, perilous, these desires to be carried out in front of each other, that led them now towards the quiet and comfort of a room hidden and concealed, no soul to pass through to disturb them, if not for their own to be laid bare and for the other to reach and touch. Associates they were, but who was to say that they could not play their own perfectly crafted games, with cards only they can see? Further and further is it brought. From a glance to a smile to a touch to a brush of fingertips. More and more do they offer. It is quite quaint to think that he was so willing to dance when the offer of this engagement had been extended by nought but the subtlety of looks and breathed promises- for Tyki was quite proficient in reading all those tiny little things that one would want to hide. Where hiding itself was worth nought and offering the choice of taking a hand or denying it was all but a rhetorical quarrel. Thus, their current situation of glitter and indulgence, drawn and brought forth in the softest of sounds was nothing if not well crafted.

Federalized for only as long until one of them would turn the tide and leave the other one to drown.

Delirious little happenstance, when had issued and urged and played his part in this rehearsed dance, gloved hands lingering on the slant of the other's neck, not offering more past the tilt of possession, the idealized knowledge that there was a want from them behind all those movements. It is just a bit, that the warrior would relent, would allow them to push him down, to 'oppress' him and make him their own, when in that low churning laughter, there was this pulsing and reverberating energy Pantalone so truly wanted. Not now, not yet, when Tyki had allowed for the change of position to occur, his delightful dancing partner on top of him, pushing him down, wanting as much as the apostle wanted, spoken about with no words, actions are always louder, always heavier in those lingering drags along his still clothed form. He could enjoy what was presented to him in nought else but a finely crafted package. The lingering sensations of silk and velvet, unable to tear one's eyes off the movement of muscles - as subtle as it was - underneath. Each tick of the clock was as maddeningly spurning desire, when less and less was the Noah willing to give.

" Now. Now. " It was that low sudden tease that finally elicited a reaction nearly to an electric shiver running down spine. Caught off-guard as he had managed with them, he would move, sit back upright from his forced position to lie and rest and stare, to wrap an arm around waist to keep the other close and contained in a grasp that was far stronger than one might want it to be [ but delightful, no? feeling that strength for themselves? ]. Diminishing the distance, till there was near to nought distance at all, the mingling of breaths easy on each other's lips when only Tyki had tilted his head, had guided with hand still poised on partner's neck so that they would follow suit and follow they did, till there was nothing to offer anymore. No, forceful would be the continuation of their game, setting to make it worse and worse in the churning depths of breath and feelings rousing in the deepest pits of his stomach. If not for how delightful it was--- " Tsk, tsk. You will have to pay for that, my dear. " ---he could have forgotten the ideas of power and wealth and the subterfuge to bring it up before him. A chuckle from his side would disperse it all, of course, he had to. Of course.

Thus he would. Pay them back in the simplest of ways: with touches, with the vibrating feeling of innate power to course through his veins, feeling his companion in his grasp take a breath. To feel them reach and drawl and drag hands wherever they could, suddenly, certainly, offering the feel of fingertips digging into the back of his shirt, tearing and pulling just for that smallest bit. It was a feeling of utter desperation to have more when all he had given was the feeling of lips against soft skin of neck. Against the slant of it now exposed and bare, with an inhale, an exhale. He knew just that this was supposed to be a mere encounter of enjoyment, of a taste, of a fancy with each other, and yet it had turned into something more. Into the feeling of teeth, of a bite, he would pay in means unbeknownst and daring, who would have otherwise touched the Regrator as Tyki would? Would have had the right to do so? The means to do so? The knowledge that with hands holding onto him there came the fumbling of such, the sudden pressure against his chest to relent and retreat. " Now, for my payment. " It was in that low cadence that he came to enjoy in a way that only he was allowed to witness. With hushed promises, with whispered threats to pick up where they could have left off and thus he feels hands that had been tearing and tugging on soft fabrics, now on either side of his face.

Guiding and moving him to indulge more where he had taken it away before. Where breaths that had mingled had promised nothing but the shy encounter of valued fervour, of course, they would only give where they wanted to and Tyki was all the more eager to indulge now that this storm in his had unloaded in a rolling growl from the back of his throat. He would let himself be caught and directed. As if it would be a perfectly rehearsed play between the both of them in that kiss that was as hot as it was desiring. Who would have thought that this was all it needed for them? The tantalizing offer of raw strength to hold in grasp, the return offer of submission, only as much as extended, to behold as their very own. It was all hands with touches and feelings of being caged when they had been locked up so willingly. So they do share that kiss, as biting and provoking as it was before turning breathless back and forth into a sudden gentle softness the apostle would allow - but later on, demand otherwise. He could do that, for only as much of fleeting breaths and ticking pulses right now. Keeping in mind, keeping in thought that this was what they both wanted.

A little work engagement, nothing else. Within the spikes of thoughts and wants and needs, the knowledge that this could turn into more and more over time. Work associates, nothing else. But who would say that they can not share the spikes of an indulging little back and forth?

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Merry Christmas || @insanespada ♡~

Their mutual chase back and forth had led them to nothing else but the valuable knowledge of delirious desires brought forth in hushed tones and even more 'chaste' movements, insisting on something else to happen, while the incident of their current cat and mouse play was entirely self-made. He had teased and taunted enough for the evening, trying to get a rise out of the scientist, who had decidedly ignored him in favour of whatever little screwed experiment he wanted to work on while in the presence of his partner. Obviously, [ did they both not know? ] it was just a means to get a reaction from the Noah, to see him unravel in the finest ways and most subtle little flickers of his artful thought-filled creations.

Those creations he had brought forth to run rampant around their little cages and confines; would they not want to have this power elegantly moving through the premises all to themselves? He had mentioned before that they were quite so hungry, quite so ravenous for whatever Tyki would hold inside his core, but have yet to show it and yet to manage to reach it. Alas, maybe another time! For now, he was suitably displeased with the lack of attention brought forth by that dearest partner of his.

Eyes would narrow then. A quirk of his lips into something of a warning he would offer when only he comes closer again, wrapping an arm around the slender waist, ignoring whatever the former Espada did on his table, as destructive and detrimental these things could truly be, a touch of danger was nought else but the suitable experience to their never-ending pursuit for more. " Now, my dear. " Within that deep laced set of singular syllables strung together. He could feel the slightest tremor it got out of his partner, could feel it in the subtle shiver running down his spine. " You ignored me for long enough, now haven't you~? " The breath near nothing but a whisper, chillingly spoken right along the shell of his ear to draw out that smallest explanation of a gasp to the heresy of not paying attention to who was more worth it than all around them could ever be. He sighs just when he hears the laugh, hushes it all down to nothing within the way his hand would dig deeper into that fine piece of clothing, hiding so sure what was only his own to behold. Whatever this was all about, it mattered little to him.

He could feel a provocation when it was presented so openly, so beautifully before that deep gold of his eyes.

" Don't be so hasty, darling. "

It was a simple set of words, a simple nuance of a flirt that would offset something - someone - deep within the apostle [ did Szayelaporro know? ] that could become the most torturous display of person's well-placed patience, now torn and frayed at the edges when he allowed for it; when he craved it. There's something guttural, primal, about the noise he released a moment later, urging his partner with uttering his desires, in the most open of displays to reach for and drag them out, bit by bit. What could there be to wait for, what could there be to achieve? He does not care for the rabble around them, their agonized screams and wails when all but his sharp attention had been drawn to nothing other than the being before him, so tempting, to tantalizing in ways he has yet a hard time describing.

It is rare that he would feel this way, rare that anybody could have captured the Noah's fleeting interest in ways unbeknownst to them [ and maybe to him? how laughable was that not? ], lingering ever longer in the touches and tastes he's so willing to grasp and indulge in. Such a taste as it was, when encouraging him to tilt his head, to expose the back of his neck, an arm then moved by the Arrancar to burry a hand into the long silken strands still bound together would they come loose without much of a hurry, without much of a tug given. The enjoyment following is lasting only as long as a mere second ticking away somewhere in the back of his mind. More and more, drawling together like hourglass sand, threatening to overflow, if not kept secure and contained.

Slow, slow the path travelled along exposed skin, the fine breath he exhales when only pulling his partner in closer, offering minute attention of that wicked desire that had gone over unsatisfied and ignored just seconds prior. And still? Szayelaporro did refrain from giving him what he wanted [ what was that even? ], pulling out of his grasp soon after with all but a fine exhale, the subtlety of a gasp had left parted lips. And permit he was, for their engagement was always a tug back and forth mutually wanted. He could wait for as long as it would take if waiting like this would not be such an agonizingly slow descent in something so far more hazardous, so risky in opposition to what it already had been. He knew he would be repaid for his patience, even tho as short-lived and deceptive as this would be, did his partner not know that it was a game he played with the possibility of it being turned around in any second? At any given moment?

Thus he made to offer a reward. For the will and want and permission to wait where Tyki usually would not, but was their back and forth not desired in its heavy cadence to tear out the fine slivers of someone's soul? Lay it bare, pry it open, just as one's heart would be if one were through with the other [ how often had he not wished to see that hole inside his lover's chest? ]. Maybe not now, not here, with the loss of closeness and distance brought between them, his eyes had grown darker, a shade of a shadow of something that does errupt in the back of the Apostle's mind. [ not now? not now?! ].

" Good~ " Each step calculated, each movement adjusted, it only takes a moment for them to realise, for them to know, that indeed, he did deserve a little treat for his abundance of mentality offered on a silver platter for Szayelaporro to reach for and tear into, just for now, he would permit his mind to be flayed before turning inside out who had provoked him so [ would they not both like it? ].

With the fine gleam of silver underneath bright laboratory lights, the ridicule of a star caught in someone's hand now moved and tilted and up towards the Espada's neck in a very telling invitation to take what was otherwise not offered before. Deft hands make quick work of high-collared attire, unsheathing, unclothing, all but the smallest bit of neck needed, to fulfil a promise that neither of them had known to be one in the hours spent before. He had seen all of him, or so Tyki thought, in the quiet togetherness of pleasure and satisfaction. But was there not bits and pieces yet unknown? Quick work would he make with it all, would set the fine line of a sharp knife against otherwise untouched skin, cutting, deep and deeper, along the underside of his neck, where it would flow into the fine curvature of his collarbone. As if to drag out the spectacle for all the little inklings it was worth, before attention would drag itself back to his partner still so patiently waiting to be allowed his treat.

Oh, it did not take too long till that well-trained tolerance would be broken into fine and glittering pieces in the time that could only be accounted for as a handful of pulses. With eyes as dark and glowing red as the pure hellfires, the scientist had to make some quick work to not accidentally have the weapon prick even more than it should. But the laughter that followed was all worth it. The way he would feel his partner's arm around him, pulling him close, would perceive the hand of the one not used to wrap around his wrist, tightly, yanking the knife away and keeping it out of reach till he wanted to use it for whatever means there were. He could sense then, the tongue that had set to travel along split open skin, hot and wanting, within a sweeping motion that would clean off all that had coated the otherwise pristine surface leaving nought but the crater of his own doing to allow this ocean to well up again and again. Who would have thought that there was such avaricious greed for something he never offered anybody [ but why not him he had thought today? ]. Forcing the movement of uncaught hand, to fasten and sink into the deep black of long hair. Pull and twist and just desire to draw him in deeper; to offer him all he would ever want.

One would think this was an animal he kept so close and contained within his grasp, a shuddering breath when he feels essence leave his body and be so dutifully, so delightfully lapped up by someone that knows true worship. Until this tremor turned into a deep sting in his lungs the second he heard it. Heard it so close to his very core. " Do you like to dance with the Devil? " So divine. So perfect. So truly immeasurable in all its subtle nuances that he got offered just here and right now. A shaking exhale. There was only so much Szayelaporro could do in that moment of true enlightenment, for had he not unleashed something else, someone else, within that moment of crazed frenzy? Oh, but of course. The truth behind Tyki's golden eyes, the control he held and had over the beast inside of him, a monster like none other, now only for him to play with. " Answer me, darling. "

And answer him he shall, for a Devil's Dance was a spectacle none other would ever be worthy to behold. " I do. I do truly do. "

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☆ [ Ji-Soo ]

“O~oooh…” they cooed out, fingers tapping together at the tips in a wide, open steeple, upper body leaning forward in obvious intrigue as they continued, “…really? That’s what you were tellin’ me?! GAHAHAHAHA–”

An honest mistake! Really. 

Ji Soo had been trying their absolute best to listen (and they remember, exactly, what he told them, too. even an absolute idiot would’ve been able to follow such simple instructions– straight down to a big, red, bold t.) to Tyki’s direction. There was, honestly, zero reason for them to not heed his words, because they were coming from a place meaning to “help” (with the utmost sincerity, because ji soo could tell. oooh, yes, they could tell!) rather than to hinder. It was meant to be simple, easy to understand; nothing more but a clump – because clumps were easier to digest (CHOMP! munch, munch, munch… CRUNCH!) than clusters – of words that could be taken at face value.

“–I guess I forgot!!”

Casual statement was adorned with nothing but teeth and chipper tones, Ji Soo’s eyes lax yet bright with honest clarity. They both knew about the cultist’s tendency to… well, to do their own thing. This shouldn’t have been anything new, and it seems to be just that: nothing new. They grinned back at Tyki, betraying no such anxiety (why would they be nervous? they had nothing to hide! in fact, it was the opposite… they had so much to show!) in an expression that was budding with nothing but near childlike glee.

There’s a faint twitch of the brow upon secondary request (they suppose they could do that…) but it’s gone without proper acknowledgement. After all, there’s hardly much to be done about a stand that’s already decided to mark itself, “claiming” bits and pieces of territory for the time being… but Tyki needn’t know about that.

“I found some cool rocks!!”

“Wanna see?”

     The Ark was a special place. Ever evolving. Changing. Riddled and filled with secrets that were none for outsiders to behold. Yet as long as someone was able to enter here - there was certainly a reason for it. A reason himself was unwilling to disclose, even to the presence making itself known and tangible [ for it wouldn't matter at all ], talking in a way, in a sense, that had the Noah exhale nought but a soft sigh. Was he annoyed? 

     Not at all. 

     " You guess, you forgot. "     Turning the answer around without really meaning anything while following the 'child' in tracks for as long as they were both willing.    " Sure, albeit I know these rocks, I live here. "     What even was the game about? In a sense, he knew, knew just too well, that there was something off with this one. From the first day on having laid eyes upon behaviour, undoubtedly, others of his kind would have turned it inside out for sole existence [ why would that be? ], in a sense, it had been favourable that he was always the far more reserved and calm of their kind.

     [ what a laughable lie that was--- ].

     " You know, if you want to keep something, you will have to ask~ "    Naturally speaking like this [ would his comrades not wonder about his lenience with a trespasser infiltrating personal spaces? ], it would fall from his lips within the intonation of soft chide. Oh, letting things slide was not Tyki's nature, and he would as much make sure of it after the time that had passed was all the more suitable. Looking at this. Being shown that. Enough not - he thought: and the next question was as soft as silk, with an equal, masked, smile attached. 

     With a bit more power behind them as well, as he had asked it, just the same way before - slowly. Understandable.       ” What brings you here, hm, Ji Soo~? “

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☆ [ Pantalone ]

✧ ―        𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲   𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥. pan had a mind to ignore the tit-for-tat chiding and sniping, keen to get to the meat of what this dear tyki was really saying. the subtle wisps of smoke caught his senses as tyki spoke, spurring an odd warmth in his chest. that was, of course, until he saw the stub thrown to the side. making a mess of my fine office, the regrator inwardly grimaced at the sight. 

they shared the same rhetoric; money was discardable. completely disposable. the purest oxymoron ; a banker that thought his wealth was worthless. it wasn’t the value itself that appealed to pantalone, but the power that it held. power came with a thrill. crimson eyes widened with delight when a swarm of  ― bats? moths? no, butterflies ― surrounded tyki. and there stood his power, his thrill, his entertainment. his heart fluttered in his chest.

❛ if you are ever in any doubt of my worth, then turn around now. but please, finish the show first. you have piqued my interest. ❜ his hand raised to reach out, tempted to swathe his hand in the whirl of black that surrounded tyki. if only he dared.

     The endless desire to find something that would halt be a heart's beating in only a second’s worth took to make it skip. That was, what predators might call the 'thrill of the hunt' and the prey would seek to never experience. How quaint to think that this was something - like now - so easily, so swiftly dragged out from a, mayhaps, usually calm demeanour. 

     Everything else ignored when he would watch. The offering of words that meant nought, discarded with the subtlety of the tilt of his head. This was promising [ he should thank that brother of his for this possibility ], before all but the raise of an eyebrow came at the proclamation.      " I have no need to turn around, my interest is caught by the sight right in front of me. "     For who would turn his back to the 'enemy' [ for was it one or not? soon, soon there might be an answer to this ]. 

     " Careful, they tend to bite. "     Slowly, slowly, with one of the pitch black creations soon enough perching on his fingers, hand been brought to his own lips for a second just.     " A little hungry for blood is what they are at times~ "      Was he lying? Bluffing? Oh, nothing of it.    " Come on, show me if you are worth it~ "

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☆ [ Szayelaporro ]

   how amazing it was to watching the eyes of the noah.             how they are marveled by the eyes of the same color toward tyki. they are sickeningly sweet   —   a honeycomb that would drown anyone with tenderness and fill their lungs with the delight of it all.   ( szayelaporro wished to deliver when it came to tyki himself, for the ground between them had never been overstepped. )   szayelaporro knows the dangers that comes with being around such a man   —   a calling for any weak minded hollow to come by howling of their hunger and aiming maw to his guest… but unknown to them, tyki held a reiatsu similar to that of the primera himself!

            watching each fall of another glutton always entertained the scientist, the maddening need to see it all unfold in tyki’s touch, his touch of insanity dancing against szayelaporro’s own in a tender ballroom dance.   ( but soon that waltz will turn fiery, spinning around into hell itself. )   szayelaporro pays keen eye on tyki, narrowing in amusement in his look. did his dearest friend need more   —   ? who was szayelaporro to decline him such an offer, as both stand in the level of power many envied. 

            however, that offer   ;   the one of blood sacrifice had szayelaporro stop in his tracks slowly from a few steps away from the noah of pleasure, looking over their should before turning fully to face tyki. he wished to show mutual respect when it was so fairly given to him.   ‘ i do not deny that i have always wished to be under your skin… to see what lies beneath that pretty face of yours   —   to see within you what makes you the sublime being you are today… ’

             —    hand rose, motioning between the two as szayelaporro continued.

            ‘ i would be rather honored if you were to gift me something so divine. you have no idea how long i have ached to have a bit of you to study closer than usual   —   should you wish to hand it. i do hope this is no sick joke to play with my feelings, tyki-kun ~ . ’ a pout formed, a mockery of something so childish now firm on the face of someone so wickedly foul   ;   even to most of his peers does szayelaporro hold the title of the…   —   cruelest espada. his sadism pushing others to their extremes and limits until nothing remained.   ( truly, he was not known for his kindness… )   mercy died from him like his own humanity.

           ‘ if you give me your blood, how may i pay you back? i am not one to not pay my deeds back for such a possibly splendid gift you have offered me. what is on your mind, my dearest friend? ’

     It was like music to his ears, singing and chiming in a high-pitched frequency, scratching at something residing deep inside his very core [ not now, not yet ], within the seconds it took for the offer to be accepted, to be rejoiced about and then extend the possibility of a gift in return [ was this even the reward Tyki had spoken about before? ]. The smile he wore as a reply was a stark contrast to near gentle displays that had haunted him prior.     " Hm~? No, I'm fine. "     More and more and more. He required more, yet found no place for it to be given [ just yet ].

     The denial of repayment may come off as a surprise, the Noah's faraway expression, voice not quite above a dusky whisper, - would it not be a frightening display, if not for the languid movements that brought Tyki to and fro the lab as if it were his very own?      " I am merely curious. The sating of it shall be enough of a reward. "     He says and stops in front of a table with an abundance of objects placed perfectly in rows and lines. Carefully organised, for swift access and reach, ready to tear and cut into any unsuspecting being placed and strewn about on numerous tables.

    It was easy to see what he was about to do, with a hand still gloved and covered, hovering over this or that object. Surgical instruments. Scissors. Forceps. Scalpels. Oh---

    ---the latter to his liking, obviously, for the blade was sharp and straight, easy to use within the blink of an eye. He didn't care for any mess created in the aftermath of a worthwhile display, only cared for the outcome, while working through the rummaging and rising white noise, growing louder and louder before being silenced all at once when Tyki found himself back in the current reality. Had he gotten lost in the possibilities of what was to come? Mayhap, how silly of him.     " Do you care where I stand? "     Disguised question. No need. No interest. When he walked towards his companion, closer and ever closer, maybe far too close [ for comfort? ]. Their boundaries had never been overstepped and sure as much the Noah would not start now [ no--- ]. Did Szayelaporro care?

    Oh, with the closeness between them and with his free hand not carrying the object of contempt lure, would he reach up towards his neck, carefully - near excruciatingly slowly - strip his skin bare past the collarbone of black of his suit, of the pure white fabric beneath. Slower. Far slower than need be [ or would it just feel like that? ] would Tyki move the scalpel. Towards the pulsing line of a rapturing heartbeat seated somewhere along the hidden vein.

    It was shallow at first. The pinprick of a cut, just following the dip of his skin beneath the sharp line of sculpted bone, before the blade near plunged deeper and deeper. And if the scientist wanted to reach out? He would be so close to what he called so absolutely divine.

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☆ [ Pantalone ]

✧ ―    the regrator’s smile did not falter, seemingly unbothered by his remarks, were it not for the minute tightening of his interlocked fingers. let’s hope you can put your money where your mouth is.

     ❛ whilst it is a pleasure to have your acquaintance, tyki mikk ― i must admit, an outside organisation seeking an audience with the fatui makes my heart flutter. you see, it spells trouble. most seek financial assistance in exchange for manpower towards our efforts. but others? they seek a flat buy out to get out of dire straits, throwing their own to the dogs to save the captain of the ship. ❜ pantalone is still smiling, covering his mouth with his hand and ― gods, is he giggling? delighted at the thought of another’s financial demise? he collects himself, and brushes down the fine fabric of his coat.

pantalone relents, ❛ and here i am, fantasising. i shall hear you out. ❜ a pause, ❛ pantalone, by the way. of course that’s not my real name, but we’re not quite there yet. ❜

     Oh, he was arrogant. Assumptions, where none should be made and yet fall so easily from his mouth [ were any of the other Noah here, this might not end well ], alas, he had been sent with a clear goal. And pursuing said goal he will.     " Tsk, tsk~ "     A chide, nothing major yet nothing minor either.

     " We do not care for money~ "

    And it is brought forth as a simple fact. Of course, he had made sure to know at least a little bit about this one [ as much as needed? ], thus proclamations are not unexpected, not unforeseen. Laughable yet still, all settled within the faint curl of his lips. Wisps of smoke, exhaled ever so slowly - as if speaking an own language, where nobody else could hear the words.     " You shall hear me out? Very well, then. "     And something inside of him would want to make it a glorious display of power.

    So he shall, with the cigarette thrown to the side, discarded, and in a few seconds that followed, he would spread his arms, welcoming, offering, in the same simplicity that it shall prevail, there was something else inside of him.     " What I came here for, what I was sent for, does not have to do with the quarrels of something so narrowminded as the discardable baggage that is money. "    For they had enough of that - and even more.     "No, I came here to offer - war. "

    And within these few sentences, these few little words strung together, Tyki's voice had dropped. He knew how the Fatui were [ oh, one could say he had done his homework ], and came all the way with a clear and unshakeable message, underlined within a power he was not often to show - something beautiful, breathtaking, something absolutely terrifying. The Teeze. Innumerous, countless black butterflies, now swarming around him as if he was the only one to command them.     "You know. You assume a lot for someone who thinks they know what another might think and want~ Makes me surely wonder if you are worth this thrall~"

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☆ [ Pantalone ]

"Hm~"

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✧ ―      lips curl into a smile, head tilted to one side, the embodiment of a cat who had just found a new play thing. ❛ my my, what do we have here ? ❜ fingers interlock across his chest, the light just catching the prisms of jewels inset into his many rings.

            the regrator's attention is hard to earn, and even harder to keep.

     Wasn’t that a sight to behold?     “ My, my~ “    As if he’s parotting and still not fully at the same time, picture-perfect how he would mimic the other.     “ I wonder about that too. “    Not that it mattered, he held little about facades and plays.     “ Let us not play pretend~ I was sent here for negotiations with your organisation and was told to be expected. Mayhap not by you~? Tyki Mikk is the name. “     Very well, perhaps the unexpected would happen.

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☆ [ Szayelaporro ]

   —   WHAT HUMOR , WHAT A FANTASTIC JOKE .   szayelaporro was one who enjoyed a good laugh , one that would make body ache   —   it called to him like his own madness did ! nevertheless , the mention of reward had the scientist halt in his step , nearly ears perking if possible . ah   …   to have a chance to be treated well by someone who looked as divine as tyki ? well , szayelaporro would be a fool to turn down such an offer . the octava turns to watch the noah entertain the experiment locked away , a certain hollow that had been worked on repeated and turned inside out for the sole reason of discovering the limits of hollows and how to overturn it into making them his own fraccions. only the best for the best , szayelaporro mused happily . he smirks as tyki knelt down to examine the vermin within the rattling cage , rattling the bars in hopes of reaching the all too tempting meal that was tyki .   ‘   i look forward to making you pleased with my actions , tyki dear . i would hate to disappoint you ~ .   ’   he decided to reply , humming to himself as his amber hues remained on the hollow practically screeching in the cell . it was beginning to irk him , so much so that szayelaporro thought a punishment was in order .

   knowing tyki would be safe from harms way , szayelaporro would reach into his pocket and pull out a small switch , on it a certain code to be entered for each test subject . with ease does the scientist dial the rodent’s number , only for volts of powerful energy charged through the vermin in front of tyki   —   making it scream in utter agony so long as szayelaporro remained holding the button . only letting up when the screams for his own sadistic need was filled .

   —   ‘   pardon the disobedience , tyki . if the sense someone as powerful as you , they think more with their stomach than their mind .  ’

     The act to entertain someone like him was an inspiring challenge and an impressive feat to achieve. Who would not want to go all out for it? - knowing that whatever gift to be attained afterwards, may be just worthwhile the troubles? He had never been a man to promise if he could not truly - thoroughly - deliver.

    Words mean little to him when watching a different sort of delirious show unfold right in front of attentive eyes, the blur of a vision of nought else but a toy for the Espada, within seconds being marred and martyred for disobedience and twisted desire either way--- the sparks of volatile electricity barely enough to lighten up the Noah's eyes in a telling visual display - had Szayelaporro noticed? [ maybe not - yet perhaps? ]. It is enough for a smile to creep up on his face if only for the time it took for his body to limber and straighten again, leaving the unfortunate - soul - to the demise of its own making.

    Brushing off whatever 'dust' there could linger, a gloved hand reaches soon after for the silver case of cigarettes, stored away in a pocket of the still worn suit.

    Was he bored already? Discarding the item momentarily entertained with presence and aura alone? Oh, a little bit.     " I see, I see~ "     It is a sing-song drawl within a near mocking cadence more like a reaction towards the unknown [ so truly unknown? ], tearing and pulling at the inside works of his very soul. Oh, he didn't care - this game was yet not the entertainment promised by the other. And Tyki would make sure that he delivered. Fire flashing. Cigarette lit. The inhale of smoke deep into his lungs, barely split seconds later, fine whisps would be released and tease and tempt his 'partner' to act.      " I wonder~ "     This is how he would start when the screams now behind his turned back had finally subsided and something akin to a rattling wail had taken place.

    Everything else securely locked away: shuffling, shivering---     " What would happen if I offered my blood to this experiment of yours~? "     Was it a real question being brought forth? No, a suggestion [ and he knew just how much the scientist wanted him for himself ].     " What do you think~? Would you not like to figure out and see~? "

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[sensual-obscurity]

     " Now, now~ Did I not tell you before to not simply enter the Ark~? "     But he also knew that no matter what he would say, this one was quite so adamant in his efforts when it came to orders, suggestions, and ideas [ and the lack of following one or the other ]. And does not the tone of voice brought forth betray the mild 'chiding' that laced itself around every word spoken? If not for that, then the whispery sound of laughter exhaled with the smoke of his cigarette would disperse any last sliver of doubt. Quaint even - but perhaps it was interia that would make Tyki more lenient with this and that---

     --- And this creature in particular.     " Alas, as long as you behave and not destroy anything, I suppose I will allow it. "     Would it matter? [ for himself not, for the Earl - of course ]. A teasing disregard to punishment, in fragments also being a disassembling of cluttered thoughts [ boredom could be so destructive ].     " What brings you here, hm, Ji Soo~? "     @pwophet​ ♡~

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☆ [ Szayelaporro ]

   ‘   PERHAPS THE SANE .    luckily for both of us , i lack such a burden with sanity by my side . people should be thankful , i’ve discovered much through my madness !!!   ’   nevertheless , the hollow footsteps by the two of them into his lap so hauntingly . szayelaporro can already hear the scamping and screams from experiments to let them know one thing .   (   master is return   …   )   as the door opens and the floodgates of hell and horror played out by grotesque beings , both shinigami and hollow , suffer beautifully for him .   ‘   oh , my friend , i would never feed you to such lowly things . if anything , i would be the one devouring you , not these lowly brats .    ‘    was that a threat or promise ?   (   hardly   —   he just wanted to speak up on his own thoughts .   )   ‘   real friends would never lay harm on another by the means of someone else’s hands . i would rather have you to myself when it comes to devouring and experimenting , truth be told .   ’

     “ It is such a burden, indeed. Who would want to deal with that, while being bereft of any notion of it, makes the world a bit more bearable? ”      Rhetorical, if at all. Whatever answer there may be, drowned out by the cacophony of wailing sentiments, lovely, lovely - and yet like a screeching and searing symphony to his ears. Loved as much as hated, and still Szayelaporro was able to halt his thoughts and eyes by the mere notion uttered a moment's heartbeat later.      " Tsk, tsk~ "      Repeating the mocking sound of displeasure that had led to their engagement.     " So obvious, but alas, maybe if you are good enough, I will offer you a reward later~ "     What that may be? [ oh, only himself would ever know ].

     Thus steps brought him in front of a cage, squatting down to whatever would cower and hide behind the bars. It mattered not, yet reacted strongly to him, with a gangly arm shooting out not even a second later to halt trembling mere inches in front of his face.      " Cute~ Is this what my aura does to them~? "

[sensual-obscurity]

☆ [ Szayelaporro ]

   —   ‘   it is hardly flattery when it comes to the truth of things , my friend .   it is simply an honest thought to an honest friend .   ’   happily replying to the noah , the octava could only feel his smile widen as he accepted tyki’s into his lab . it would be an honor to show such a sublime , perfect being to his own corner of perfection .   ‘   come with me , i shall lead the ways . i do love to show my experiments to worthy guest . just be wary , some can be a bit too loud and energetic with strangers . they may react to your strong reiatsu .   ’

     “ But of course, it is only that. Who would ever think something else~? ”     Thus he follows. Tamely. Orderly. Curious to see what might have been hidden behind closed doors and shutting out screams and cries of the damned. So silent. Yet flowering. Rising. Like crashing waves the moment just the scientist had spoken about hidden powers and ‘experiments’ of a different kind are thrown into the Noah’s vicinity.     “ Hm~ I heard about that before, some others had commented on the abundant amount I hold. Do they feed off of it~? Am I their dinner~? How ‘cruel’ of you~ “

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☆ [ Szayelaporro ]

   ‘   i am honored you’re taking me up to my offer .   i do hope you’re not squeamish , tyki   ;   my type of entertainment leads to experiments . though , do not fret , i would never damage someone already perfect in my eyes ~ .   ’

     “ Now now, flattery gets you nowhere. ”      But they do know that, now do they not?      “ Squeamish? Hm~ I do not quite know what you would need to do to get any sort of reaction similar to that out of me, but I am curious. Do show and not only tell. ” 

[sensual-obscurity]

insanespada​:

   ‘   bored ?   i can change that , if you allow me .   ’

     “ Hm~ Sure, why not. Surprise me, what do you have in mind~? “

[sensual-obscurity]

     “ Tsk. Tsk. “