Trash lords Virus & Trip made by crackpairingprincess & soufuckingmako
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Trash lords Virus & Trip made by crackpairingprincess & soufuckingmako
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torippv:
Trip recognises the look that passes Virusâ eye, but he says nothing, a tiny hint of a squint before his lip twitches in amusement, a look that seemed daring for all of a second. One that said âGo ahead, see how far you get.â, though obviously it meant nothing. Itâd be a shame for them to ever get physical with each other, especially when they did so well as they were. With those thoughts abandoned he nods at the other, accepting the orders and ignoring all other comments.
Tripâs mind functioned in very simplistic ways. Animal instincts were his main drive. Eat, drink, fuck. It was easy to coexist with someone as complex as Virus, he never got in the way, in his ways, and because of this, they worked, and would continue to do so for as long as they were both alive.
Worship was the least imperative of thoughts in Tripâs mind. Just because he saw Virus as somewhat of a higher being, it did not mean he held him up to the true standards of a God, rather he was someone worth following and believing in. Someone who did share his views and interests.
All things aside, Virus was simply all Trip cared for, in his own dysfunctional way, but so long as Virus accepted it he could exist around the other.
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He brings the car around and pops the trunk open as told, only to step out and around the vehicle, walking over to Virus to help him load the bag into it, only pausing to stand in front of his partner, eyes settling on his bloodied cheek.
   âYou got some on your face.â
One hand raises to grip Virusâ tie, the other one tucked away into one of his pant pockets, and with a sudden and rough movement he yanks him forward, tugging him along by his tie to lean in and press his tongue, wet and hot, flat against his cheek, dragging it across his skin to clean off the smeared blood from before. His clothes were one thing, but it had no right resting on his face when it wasnât his own. With that, he releases him and steps back, looking down at the bag and lightly kicking it once for good measure.
   âDonât make me get out of the car, I donât wanna talk to anyone.â
â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â STILL REVELING IN HIS SELF-PROCLAIMED GODHOOD, the blond watched his counterpart with interest, watched him near with that predator-like precision and tilted his head up when he neared. He'd believe whatever he wanted to believe, and for Virus, that was enough to make it true. His self-assured nature was both a blessing and a curse. He'd never be wrong, if he had his way, but he'd also never be humble.
           The car finally pulled round, and the notion cuts short with the screech of the tires. Like changing a film reel, his demeanour changes from Virus ; the thoughtful, back to Virus ; yakuza king.
           His deft hands adjusted the leather gloves on his fingers, flexing them and letting the material creak with each movement, head still high and gaze leveling with Trip's when he exited the car. He flatly leaned in when his tie was pulled but the sudden constriction around his throat gave way to a gasp. He inwardly kicked himself for sounding so /vulnerable/ but the warm and wet sweep of Trip's tongue soothed him some. Bayed the beast for another day, until their next job ; no need to exert control again.
           "You should make a habit of licking me like that more often," he teased with a charismatic delivery, but the words were empty. Virus was play... but not quite. That was just how he liked to play it - entirely, but not quite whole.
           With the body loaded into the trunk, he sighed and climbed into the passenger seat, leaving the door open to speak to his counter part until he got in the driver's position, "Do you ever want to speak to anyone? It makes me wonder sometimes - your selective mutism doesn't suit you. I much prefer it when you speak."
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torippv:
He chuckles at the otherâs indignation over his prior comment. Itâs true, Trip knew itâd been on purpose, maybe not as it was happening, since his preservation instincts for Virus had kicked in, but he knew the other wouldnât allow anyone to get a hit in, on a real situation Trip wouldâve noticed and stepped between the two in time for the man to lift his fist, but heâd been unable to analyse the situation in time. Which only meant it was under Virusâ control, and not his own.
   âSure sure, whatever you say, princess.â
Despite all that, it was still fun to tease him over it. Trip hated to say so, but blood looked good on the other, something to do with the contrast of it with his normally perfectly polished exterior.Â
He listens carefully once heâs caught the item thrown his way, and his lips curl up with amusement. He wasnât one for hobbies or any of the sort, but he always managed to find entertainment in their moments of bonding. It was the closest thing to a pastime Trip possessed, and it was something he wasnât willing to give up, one of the only reasons he clung to this job and lifestyle. The main one being Virus. Obviously.
   âYou turn me on when you talk like that. All cruel and heartless. Seriously hot.â
After all these years theyâd definitely built a connection in which Trip felt like he could throw comments like that around, but regardless of his nature, they were always harmless.
   âWant me to bag him up, then? Iâll go get the car. Pretty sure thereâs a change of clothes in the back.â
â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â SOMETHING CLOSE TO A SNEER CROSSED HIS FEATURES ; âprincessâ. It washed well with him. An insincere pet name that simultaneously placed him in the line of royalty and patronised him all at once - Virus liked to think of Trip as blessed for being allowed to get away with it. Anyone else, and they'd have ended up like their latest kill.
            With a delicate swish of his finger, he wiped the blood from his cheek, leaving a very faint streak, "Anything I said would turn you on. I think you like being afraid. My, my, Trip, now that I think about it, you must be quite the masochist." His eyes darted to the metal bat by his partner's side, flirting with the thought of crushing it into his handsome face. Maybe he'd find a new pleasure in destroying something so aesthetically pleasing... as soon as the thought came, it dissipated into the fog of his mind.
            "I'll bag him up, you get the car. I don't care to change clothes just yet. I'll wear it like a boy scout badge," his fingers pinched the fabric of his shirt to display it proudly, "Maybe they'll appreciate my hard work. What do you think?" He laughed cheerily, head rolling back with the lilt of his voice, "You know, I've never appreciated your company so much until I saw that grin when you brought it down onto his face. Wild one, aren't you?" It was a rhetorical question - of course he was. Trip lived in the same circles as himself. It felt... good. It felt good to know someone out there shared his interests. It felt good to know that someone out there longed for the same destruction as he did. It even felt good to know that the same person admired him, revered him, made him a god in his own right.
            It didn't take Virus long to bag up the body ; he was well practiced at it by now. Rigor mortis didn't set in right away - better to do it sooner rather than later. He stood by it expectantly, like a tourist with an over-packed suitcase, tapping his foot patiently, âOpen up the trunk for me.â
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     If nothing else was interesting that evening, at least her stare down with the alley cat down the street was keeping her mind off  of things. Though, she wasnât sure just what she was hoping to accomplish. Animals hated her, and with good reason, she guessed.      Her intent on chasing the cat away was immediately put to a halt when the quiet surrounding her was broken by someoneâs voice. Her first response was to lose her balance on the wallâs edge and land on her feet to put distance between she and her uninvited company.Â
      She scampered back several steps until she was able to process the situation. It was just a person. A business man.. here? A pretty shady place for a business man.      A pretty shady business man in a pretty shady place. She was no longer used to speaking to people, leaving her quiet several seconds to think up a response. Admittedly, she was a little embarrassed. It wasnât often someone spooked her anymore.      âY-you can see mâ UhâŠ.Lonely, yes. Roughed up, maybe. Join me..? Well I canât say no, considering how this isnât my wall. Be my guest.â
â                  HOW STRANGE. She didnât move like any human heâd seen before, nor did she really look like one. Sure enough, she was a humanoid, but she whisped in and out of view, as if his glasses needed cleaning to remove the smog. Habitually, he raised his fingers to remove them, rubbing the lens with the edge of his sleeve.
                 âHow strange,â he concluded, this time out loud, âthat you ask whether I can see you or not. You hardly blend into the background... yet Iâm struggling to make out where you end and where you begin.â There were urban legends, rather recent ones, that heâd caught ear of through the grapevine. A woman ( girl? ) stalked the streets, the same spot every night. Some say that is how she died - on the very same street corner. Others say she was a drunk.
                âWhy are you out so late? Isnât it a little dangerous?â
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OUTGOING COIL MESSAGE TO : VIRUS
[ 12:33PM ] Alright, alright. I talked to Haga-san and I can take the rest of the day. Happy? Iâm going, see you there.
It⊠wasnât that surprising to have Virus be so pushy. Virus and Trip had repeatedly pushed him to go places or to do things with them, so this was hardly anything new. It still made him confused, and a bit nervous, but really⊠taking Ren out of sleep mode and adjusting the headphones over his head, he let the Allmate lead the way. Surely it would end up just being a day of hanging around one of those expensive placesâŠ
â                  SURE ENOUGH, Virus was waiting outside the sushi bar for Aoba. He tilted his head to one side and flashed him the usual smile, accompanied with a chime, âGood afternoon, Aoba-san!â Anyone who didnât know him any better might have thought this was a genuinely cheerful greeting. He leaned down at the Allmate with an equally jovial tone, âAnd hello to you, Ren.â
                Now that formalities were out of the way, Virus held the door open for his idol, âIâm pleased you chose to take the day off. Iâll make it worth your while.â
luminarypizza:
    ââLucky me.â he repeated tonelessly- whether as affirmation or mockery remained unclear. Hands stuffed in his pockets and brows slightly arched as he watched Virus. âNow I know how to. Pretty easy, isnât it? Pity I donât like snakes much.â
      His fingers grazed the button of his pants, stopping mid-action, âYouâve sparked my interest now - I donât think you understand. You canât just charm a snake and then be done with it.â With that, his fingers looped the button through to expose just the top of his boxers, âBesides - Iâm not here for your liking.â
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torippv:
Blood. . It coated the room with a rich, and thick scent, clinging to the walls and their clothes, something that wouldnât wash off, the last mark of life this man would leave on the planet. Trip wasnât necessarily fond of the smell, it brought no pleasure to him. As beautiful as some literary works claimed the liquid to be, he saw a dull tint, a mere red haze over his eyes which held no meaning to him. The sound of bones cracking, however. . It was enough to send chills down his spine, and as his partner went on with his last words to the mass of useless meat clinging to itâs life on the old, dusty flooring, Trip ground his bat against the wall in preparation for the hair-raising sound he would soon be eliciting from the man.
   âHm~ Speed it up, Virus.â
Anticipation rose, his fingertips tightening around the taped handle. Not necessarily his weapon of choice, but it was the nearest blunt object his hand had come in contact with when the other had thrown a punch. He never took time to look around and be picky when things were moving towards Virus, it was always attack first, ask questions later. In this case he hadnât stopped attacking, but at the same time, heâd been bored for the last 45 minutes, and whether Virus had taken notice of it and allowed him this for entertainment, well, he wasnât too sure. Either way he was thankful for it.
His tongue darts out to lick over his lips when the otherâs foot is placed on their victimâs back, because despite of Virus having no physical involvement, this kill was theirs and he knew it well. The taste of blood sticks to his mouth and he spits it out on the manâs bloodied face, not wanting to disrespect the building with this weaklingâs blood any more than he already had.
   âNot even gonna ask him for his last words? Damn, youâre cold today. . Heh, not that I blame you, he fucked you up real good.â
With those last words of his own, he settles his foot over the manâs head, stepping down over it to give himself leverage for the swing, his pupils blown out and a smile that would unrecognisable even to himself, spreading over his lips. Itâs loud, the splitting sound the metal object has against his skull, and Trip canât hold back the chuckle that bubbles and threatens to spill over. The body twitches a few times, then it stills, then it shakes violently a few more times, but Tripâs foot doesnât budge, not even as his eyes flicker up and over to his partner.Â
   âYou spoil me, you know?â
â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â THEY CIRCLED THE DEAD BODY LIKE VULTURES, scavenging for any scrap of amusement they could get. Luckily for them, entertainment came in the form of blood splatters and pulverised faces. It satiated the lust, for now. Perhaps another day it would start all over again, but what was done was done. This wasn't their first kill and it wouldn't be the last ; not if Virus had anything to do with it. Consider this their bonding - a shamelessly corrupt past time that he indulged in whole-heartedly.
            When his brute of a companion delivered the final blow, Virus fired him a warning glance, "He did not 'fuck me up good'," he echoed, "I let him so we had good reason to tear him down." He leaned over the broken form and looked back up at his partner, finding him to be much more interesting at this point.
            "I spoil you?â he gave a pensive laugh. âNaturally. Have to throw the dog a bone every now and again," he mused, leaving Trip to infer the rest : I do this so you stay loyal to me. Leaning over, now seemingly bored, he moved to reach into the man's pocket, rummaging for a wallet of some kind-- ah. There.
            He spent a good minute filing through the old receipts and credit cards shoved into the slots haphazardly, then threw it over to Trip for him to examine. "There's a photo of his own nuclear family in the front," it bordered on bitter amusement, "Perhaps we should pay them a visit. Drop them a gift, share our condolences." There was a sinister smirk on his face now. His idea of a 'gift' came nicely wrapped in a body bag. "And then we'll hit the road. Treat ourselves for all of our hard work -- what do you think?" Blood flecked the white of his shirt now, but it wasn't his own. Trip; cruel executioner, loyal ... partner, whatever that meant.
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OUTGOING COIL MESSAGE TO : VIRUS
[ 12:25PM ] Virus? Whoa whoa, I canât just ditch the rest of the workday! Haga-san might need me, you know. [ 12:25PM ] I can go for lunch, though. Where should we meet?
It was odd to receive a message from just one of them - Virus and Trip were almost always together - but the invitation wasnât new. He was his friend, though - so, Aoba didnât hesitate.
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[ 12:26PM ] Haga-san, Shmaga-san. Whereâs your sense of adventure? [ 12:26PM ] Youâre not getting vanilla on me now, are you? [ 12:26PM ] Lunch is a sushi bar on the upside of town. Meet me there in half an hour - donât be late.
Unfortunately, his texts lacked the lilt of his voice so his texts sounded vaguely threatening. Oh well, anything to keep him on his toes.Â
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He'd shake his head slightly. "I was only curious, so I asked." A pause, more like he was wondering why he started to work for Toue. "I will go to bed now."
            âHm... Wait up, Sei-san,â he called in a melodic tone, âDonât go to sleep just yet. The night is young - we could converse some before you retire.â