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screwloose) wrote2009-06-14 05:00 pm
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[FML another RL ^_~ Between Stein and Vanessa]
Stein stood under the spray of the shower, wondering if he had really just finished the project, and whether he had really broadcast the moment of his triumph to the community.
And whether Vanessa really was coming over.
He didn't spare much time wondering why.
Marie had been packed off elsewhere when he started the project some... well, apparently a week ago now. He didn't think about her, either. Or Kid, or anyone who might be worried about him. Instead he dried off, dressed again, and went back to his lab to scrub the blood off the floor. He'd hear the doorbell if someone rang it.
((Warning for possible kinky sexitiems))
And whether Vanessa really was coming over.
He didn't spare much time wondering why.
Marie had been packed off elsewhere when he started the project some... well, apparently a week ago now. He didn't think about her, either. Or Kid, or anyone who might be worried about him. Instead he dried off, dressed again, and went back to his lab to scrub the blood off the floor. He'd hear the doorbell if someone rang it.
((Warning for possible kinky sexitiems))
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He stared into her soul. Literally. It felt like he was undressing her with his eyes in the most sickening and privacy-invading manner.
"How much am I paying for this?" he asked. The words were barely above a whisper.
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No one had asked her that before. She didn't really know how to answer. She swallowed, crinkling her nose up at the smoke in her face, before opening her eyes and looking right back. If he wanted to undress her with his eyes--no matter HOW creepy it may have been--that was perfectly fine with her. What could he do that hadn't been done to her before? What could he say that could top Birkie as Creepster of the Year?
"That's not how it works, Doctor," she replied in a steady, almost challenging voice. "This is me on my own time; I require no payment. I leave work at work, Doctor."
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He knew she wasn't weak - that wasn't a factor in the equation. He could tell, from the shape and character of her soul that she was strong, wilful, independent... and that she enjoyed submission as well. He could tell that, but he couldn't tell why him, and why now.
Releasing her hair, he smoothed it back down with gentle strokes of his fingers. He opened his mouth to ask the question, but for once his curiosity failed him. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Instead, he shrugged out of his lab coat and let it fall onto the couch. Underneath he wore a sleeveless sweater. His arms were scarred, just like his face, but they were also hard with muscle. Without the lab coat concealing his figure, Vanessa could see that his entire body was utterly fit and toned. Unlike Birkin, Stein was a fighter as well as a scientist. He was very strong, and if he wanted to force her to do anything, it wouldn't be difficult.
He drew a scalpel from his pocket, and the blade flashed as the light caught it. "I'm going to use this on you," he said calmly, letting her see. "You won't die. I probably won't even scar your body, but it will hurt. This is your last chance. Follow me, or run away."
And he turned to head for one of the doors leading off of the room. There was a straight shot back to the front door. And he fully expected to hear it slam as she fled.
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And she was definitely not a whore.
She left her scarf on the coffee table before wiping her hands together and moving down on all fours, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't brought her mittens, knee pads, or feet pads. With her ballet flats still on, she followed him--not unlike a dog--and caught up to him quite quickly, rubbing up against his leg as she crawled.
"Not too deep, now," she said, shutting her eyes and nuzzling his calf. "Or my Mistress will have to have words with you."
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"You don't have the sense of self-preservation god gave a guinea pig, do you," he murmured softly. "Even Senpai ran, sometimes, and he trusts me with his life."
He bent down and curled strong fingers around her upper arm. "Get up. You'll tear your skin on the concrete if you crawl."
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"It's simple, Doctor, really," she replied, tilting her head to the side. "You go too far, William finds out, your ass is in a hell of a lot of trouble. I dare say Albert might even find it appalling. He thinks I'm touched in the head anyway, just for being with William. And, since everything we spoke of on the community was public, well...if I don't come back tomorrow morning, well, everyone's going to know who I was with, now aren't they, Doctor?"
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His lips quirked. "Not to mention that probably the last person I'm afraid of is William Birkin."
He finally stepped through the doorway, pulling her along into another dimly-lit corridor. The heavy steel door closed with a clang that echoed on the bare concrete walls.
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Then again, after the Masters and Mistresses and the others she'd seen at work, very little creeped her out anymore.
"It's not working," she replied, relaxing in his grip and allowing him to move her around like his puppet.
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He couldn't understand it. And that meant he was intrigued.
Spirit would have known that was both a good and a bad thing.
He pushed open another door. Beyond was an austere bedroom, just a double bed and a closet, lit by a bare bulb overhead. He locked the door with a practiced flick as it closed, then released her.
The scalpel flashed so fast it was almost invisible, slicing open her shirt from navel to right shoulder. A little blood welled up from a shallow cut. The scalpel was so sharp she hadn't even felt it until after.
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"Orders work just as well with my sisters and I," she replied, smiling. "You could have just told me to take it off and I would. Should I leave my bra on, Doctor?"
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Her calm was making him agitated, making him feel not quite in control. He was so fragile, and he looked away for a moment, taking a drag on his cigarette before dropping it and crushing it under his heel.
"Take off your clothes," he said, still looking away.
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She stepped forward, closer to him, and smiled up at him. Had she been in her heels, she would have been able to stare right into those crazy eyes, but she wasn't and so she had to look up. After a moment, she brought her fingers--so small and fragile!--up to the scratch on her torso and let it smear the bits of blood across her breasts. Hopefully that would be pleasing to him, just that sight.
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Everything about her confused him.
"Is this real?" he asked, reaching out towards her. He caught her by the back of the neck, curling his fingers in her hair. It wasn't a violent movement at all, and his fingers trembled. "Are you real?"
He bent to kiss her, almost tentative. Frightened she'd blow away like smoke if he committed.
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Kisses weren't something she did with Masters or Mistresses, not at all. She kissed her sisters, definitely, but never Zara or the Director. Not at all. Her mouth was too busy on Zara's or Jude's cunt when she went over. The Director had never let Vanessa pleasure her, something she didn't understand, but she wasn't one to ask why.
It was confusing, as was this kiss.
After a moment, her arms came up around his neck, fingers gripping his shoulders like a lifeline. She opened her mouth to him, tongue flicking against his upper lip, teasing him, willing him to explore her.
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That little flick of her tongue was what undid him. He opened his mouth and thrust his own tongue forward, tangling with hers, exploring her deeply and thoroughly as he backed her against the wall.
A knee slid between her legs, the fabric of his pants rough between her inner thighs, and his erection was obvious, pressed against her thigh. And she was caught between him and solid concrete as he plundered her mouth.
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"Doctor..." she moaned, head hitting the concrete wall as she reveled in the sensation of both the scalpel and his erection. He had been so quick! She hadn't even had to do much of anything, really, and here he was, up and ready and she was just so willing to serve. She didn't even care in this moment that he was William's friend. None of that shit seemed to matter, not here, not now.
Her fingers gripped his bare shoulders much more tightly, and she brought both of her legs up to wrap around his waist, pushing herself up further on the wall, at the perfect angle for him to take her as he saw fit. She felt the blood trickling down at the split of her rear, and the warmth made her moan again. "I'm real," she said softly, one of her hands coming up to maneuver around the bolt on his head and bury itself in his hair. "As real as they come, right here, right now, with you."
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She certainly felt real. So real that it was blowing his mind, overwhelming his senses.
He dropped his hand from her hair to the small of her back and lifted her, carried her to the bed with scarcely any effort at all. The scalpel bit just a tiny bit deeper as her weight settled against it, and the blood dripped faster. And yet he laid her down gently, leaning over her to kiss her hungrily again as her hair spread out across the pillow.
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She could feel the warmth of the blood pulling on the sheet under her, but if he didn't mind it, well, neither did she. She whimpered like a lost puppy back into his mouth, legs still around his waist as her hands made their way to the start of his pants confidently. She began to unbuckle and unzip without any shame or hesitation, her hands gripping his freed erection and stroking it as she broke away to flatter with a, "Oh my, big boy!"
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He lifted up to take off his sweater and looked a little stupidly at the scalpel in his hand for a moment. It was red with blood from blade to handle, and his hand was red, too. He hadn't even realized he'd cut her.
She was far too distracting, with her clever hands and flattering words, though. He tossed the scalpel onto the bed, tossed aside his glasses with even less care, and then pulled off his shirt in a smooth motion. More scars, and washboard abs.
"You..." he whispered as he dropped down to all fours again. "Incredible." He bent and bit her neck harder, his hands running hungrily over her smooth skin, thumbs flicking nipples and fingers massaging full breasts. He left smears of blood behind on her perfect skin, and didn't notice.
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"You're...just saying that," she managed quietly, hands finding their way back to his hair and scratching his scalp gently. "I'm trained in the art of sex. Of course I'm incredible. But you don't have to tell me that."
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"I mean it," he said. "If I accept this as real - which it can't be, but if - then you're incredible. You're not afraid of me. Everyone is afraid of me, except Medusa and she wants me only for one side of me. Everyone wants to change me. You don't seem to. And if you just have a fetish for creepy scientists, then you have Birkin. You don't need me, but you're here."
The blade bit lightly, cutting in a steady line from shoulder to meet the other cut at the sternum, right between her perfect breasts.
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She arched into him again, this time rubbing her wet entrance up against the tip of his cock, urging him to go inside. "This could prove I'm real," she said after a moment, tilting her head and smiling up at him, fingers moving to gently scratch his cheek. "I mean, when was the last time you had an imaginary orgasm that was the best of your life? Because if you take me like the pain-slut I am, that's what you're about to have. Isn't that enticing?"
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"I don't know..." he said, opening his eyes again. Now he sliced downwards from the place where the two cuts met, a perfect 'Y' as in an autopsy, though just barely breaking the skin. They wouldn't scar, he was sure.
"I've never...it feels so real," he admitted. He tossed the scalpel away, pleased with his handiwork, and slipped his fingers around her neck, bending to kiss her again as he rocked against her with growing eagerness.
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"Can...you feel me?" she asked through kisses, breathless. "You can, right? Inside...of me. You can feel me. Feel how real I am...nngh..."
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"Yes...yes I feel you," he gasped, scarcely hearing his own words. He could scarcely believe it, but it was real. He accepted it now, and he could feel the fog beginning to lift from his mind. He could feel that weight lifting, even as he pounded into her.
"I feel you. God, Vanessa..." His fingers tightened, bruising. "Stay with me. Please."
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