Edward Elric (equally_traded) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-07-15 23:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | ed::equally_traded, kilik::youare_epicfail |
Complete Log
Who: Doctor Kilik and DantEd
What: DantEd needs a new body and Doctor Kilik is horny.
Where: The first floor hallway of Wing A to Ed's room.
When: Last night-ish
Warnings: Perving. Lots and lots of perving.
It was interesting. Really everything here was so very interesting. Fingering the vials in his pocket Kilik the scientist skulked around the corridors of the hotel. He wished he had more of the equipment he had had back at Trophaeum. Why, if he did maybe he could even rebuild that prototype ...Smiling cheerfully to himself at the thought he turned another corner, almost colliding with a body that been going in the opposite direction with a lot more oomph than a person that size had the right to have. "Careful there!" He chuckled before reaching up and straightening his glasses again.
The circumstances were really just too bad; Dante hadn't gotten a single response (that he could work with) to his request despite the curious natures of so many people in the building. It would have been so much simpler had the "assistant" come willingly, but there was something to be said for the chase as well, which was why he had emerged from his room to go searching for a suitable specimen. As he'd assumed, there were many candidates, but he had to choose just the right one. Though, as it occasionally worked out, sometimes they chose him. "Oh, it's alright," Dante assured the young man he'd accidentally run into and put on his most unassuming smile. "I should have looked where I was going. You aren't hurt, are you?"
"Oh no, I am perfectly fine - no worries." Tugging his lab coat straight as well Kilik beamed his best nice uncle smile at the boy in front of him while his mind rapidly worked through the various 'guests' and what he knew about them so far. "Were you in a hurry to get somewhere?" He asked, peering closer at the small blonde, pink fringe brushing the edge of this glasses.
"Not at all," Dante replied, eyes roving over the young man's body as if to make sure that he wasn't injured. "Nowhere in particular anyway," he added, smiling up at the young man again once he was satisfied with what he saw. "I was simply hoping to . . . " A coy little smile, a finger curled to his lip and Dante looked away, bashfully glancing back, "No, nevermind, it's silly."
Taking a half step closer Kilik smiled as well, a hint of a leer hiding behind the jovial expression. "No, no. I insist you tell me, really. Consider it my compensation for running into you." He chuckled, reaching out cupped Ed's jaw, urging him to look back up and face him as he leaned in.
Luckily for Dante, this particular body had been very prone to blushing and, as if on cue, his cheeks turned attractively rosy the moment he felt those fingers. He gave himself a moment, gazing into the young man's eyes as if searching for something that would tell Dante that he could trust him before pulling his chin away and wrapping his arms low around his stomach, expression and posture showing shyness and, perhaps, just a little bit of shame. "Will you promise not to laugh?"
Smile growing wider Kilik let his hand rest on the young man's shoulder, curiosity roused again as he felt what was either metal or the toughest set of muscles he had ever had the fortune of encountering. Still he nodded solemnly to reassure the blonde , "I promise not to laugh my dear." Cackle maybe, but certainly not laugh.
Well, here goes. "I've been noticing some things recently, things that aren't . . . normal. I try to do things on my own to fix them, but they're never enough, the . . . problem always comes back. I was a scientist back home so I thought that I could just research and perform a few experiments and I would find the answer but I haven't had any luck so far. Then I realized that I should find someone to help me, so that was why I was out here," Dante finished, poking his two index fingers together and staring down at them.
"I see. You're very young for a scientist." Smiling benignly Kilik patted Ed's shoulder before letting his hand slide down his arm, feeling just how far this armor was reaching. "Well as luck would have it I am somewhat of a scientist myself! What kind of problems were you dealing with?" He asked, crossing his arms and chuckling at the behaviour the blonde was exhibiting. Why could his boys never be that cute?
This was just perfect and Dante made a mental note to forego even bothering to ask for help next time he needed it and just go straight out into the building to find himself a candidate if it was going to be this simple every time. "There's been some strange things happening with my body," he said, watching the hand drift down his automail arm. That would be one thing that Dante would definitely be glad to get rid of, but he used it to his advantage in the meantime and smiled at the young man in a way that . . . almost might have been a smirk. "That isn't it. But would you like to see that? Surely a fellow scientist would be able to appreciate it."
"I would indeed." There was a greedy gleam shining in Kilik's eyes now at the thought of seeing something none of the other Trophaeum scientists had seen before. "But what are the strange things that have been happening?"
"I can show you that later," Dante said, already picking the glove from his right hand and slipping the jacket from the metal arm so that the automail was displayed in all its glory. There had been few people in the building that hadn't immediately been interested in the false limbs and Dante was counting on that to not only gain the young man's trust, but to keep him distracted.
Watching the mechanical limb move, the weak light of the corridor reflecting dimly on it the doctor had to swallow hard to keep from drooling. "That is impressive." He muttered to himself, reaching out and trailing his fingertips over the metal ridges as if in a trance. "Astounding really - did you create this, young man?"
"Oh no," the blonde replied, moving his arm with the path of his prey's finger, "I'm not very good with these sorts of mechanical things. This is called automail in the world that I come from; it's quite common there. For those that are willing to brave the painful operation to attach it to regain some semblance of their normal lives back. They say that the pain is the worst thing most people will experience in their lives; so intense it's been known to make grown men cry like a baby for its mother."
"I see." The doctor hummed in thought, tilting his head to get a better look at the various mobile parts, molestation for the moment forgotten in favour of technology. "So you don't know how it works? Maybe how it is powered?" After all he could hardly try to put one on one of the children if he didn't know what made it tick.
Dante smiled and took Kilik's hand in both of his own, cold metal cradling while flesh fingers brushed over the backs of his hand, wrist, and up his arm, lightly and slowly. "The human body has the capacity to create a certain amount of electricity; in fact, cannot function without doing so as the neurons in one's brain use electrical sparks to communicate to each other. But I'm sure you knew that." The blonde brought the hand to his lips as if going to kiss it, but instead stepped forward, holding the other scientist's gaze as he guided his hand down Dante's throat, over his collarbone, and back over the automail as he explained, "The rest of the body is not very different. The brain sends an electric message down through the nervous system that triggers the muscles in your body to move. Automail translates these messages to allow for its own movement, using the body's own electricity to power it; feeding off of it, if you will."
Smiling faintly in amusement the Doctor let Dante manipulate his hand, fingertips brushing over warm skin before touching the cool but still somehow alive mechanical limb. "It's unfathomable." He concluded. "The amount of electricity needed to move it...considering how much this must weigh." Really he wished he could take the whole thing apart he decided, his free hand sliding under his coat and brushing almost lovingly over the knob of his tranq gun. "It doesn't feel warm so I suppose you have a good energy conversion rate."
"It's only natural that metal would be cooler," Dante replied, smoothing his flesh hand along the young man's arm again. "No blood courses through it, it's dead and unfeeling. Such a contrast to warm, living human flesh." The blonde traced the path up Kilik's arm that he'd guided the other scientist's on his own but backwards, brushing up from his hand to his arm over his shoulder to his throat, stroking his flesh thumb along the young man's jaw. "What's your name?"
"Hm?" Blinking at the light touch the doctor found that, much to his surprise a faint shiver made its way down his back and delicate warmth spread over his cheeks, a reaction he was sure had been lost to him a long, long time ago. "My name? Well you can just call me Doctor." He replied after a moment, clearing his throat, another odd reaction - maybe this was his second spring? "Most everybody does." Smiling brightly he caught Dante's hand and pulled it away from his face. "And what is your name, my dear?"
Not to be discouraged by that minor rejection, the blonde simply took the opportunity to move closer, pressing nearly right up against Kilik. "My name's Dante." Golden eyes lidded as his arms twined around the young man's neck, "Doctor, will you help me? My body . . . it needs something. Someone. It needs you, doctor. I need you to help make my body whole again . . . "
Well that was...certainly a different reaction than he was used to and in the moment of first instinct lead reaction the Doctor tensed, ready to pull away before his mind firmly took back control, pointing out that an opportunity was hard to come by and had to be used to its fullest potential - really it was a pity that all his boys had grown up so unfriendly. "And what does your body need?" He not quite leered only by a supreme act of willpower, his hands settling comfortably on the trim blonde's hips, thumbs lazily brushing over at least one none metallic hipbone through the fabric of those black -was that an uniform?- pants and pulling the boy even closer.
Dante shivered and sighed, nuzzling his way up Kilik's throat, stretching up on his tiptoes until he could brush their lips together. "My body . . . " he murmured, face screwing up in frustration as he seemed to struggle for the words to express what he wanted, what he needed, "My body needs . . . " The kiss was soft, but needy and insistent, his arms tightening around Kilik, not about to let him get away now that the blonde finally had him where he wanted him. Well, almost. His tongue brushed along the doctor's lips, begging them to part for it. So close . . .
Humming softly the doctor twisted them around until he could push the smaller blonde up against the nearest wall. "What does it need?" He murmured throatily in what he liked to think was his best sexy voice, not giving into Dante's obvious demand for a kiss yet. "If it requires a thorough...examination we might want to take this somewhere more...private." A pink eyebrow raised in what was clearly intended to be suave finishing move.
Dante mentally cursed the doctor when he pulled away before he could slip him the drugs, and since that was obviously going to take a bit more effort, the blonde turned his head to the side, lifting his automail hand to cover his mouth demurely while discreetly removing the pills he'd slipped into his mouth when he'd nearly kissed Kilik's hand. The easy blush helped the appearance of embarrassment at his outburst and when the pills were safely hidden away in a small compartment in his metal hand, he pressed his face to Kilik's chest as if he was too ashamed of what he was doing and saying to even be able to look at him, "My room is empty . . . "
Blissfully unaware of any and all nefarious plans the Doctor slipped his hand down to grope a firm backside. "I hope it's not too far then." He chuckled smoothly and only with a hint of mad cackling biting at the back of his throat. Why, once he was done with enjoying the boy he could tranq him and have a closer look at that fascinating automail of his - this was truly turning out to be a lucky day.
Dante gave him the expected jump and squeak and giving himself a moment to "settle down" before glancing up at Kilik and to the side. "It's the last one on the right down this hallway . . . "
"Lets go there then." Smirking to himself, far FAR too pleased, the Doctor kept an arm wrapped around Dante's waist as he steered them both towards that door and the delights he was expected to be delivered upon him behind it, deciding to pass the few moments while walking there with idle chitchat/information gathering. "So tell me Dante-kun, how long have you had this automail and why?"
Dante leaned comfortably against the young man's side as they walked, warming up to this idea more since it meant that he wouldn't have to change getting Kilik back to his room without anyone seeing. Yes, this was much more convenient. "I committed a great sin when I was a child," he answered, dropping his eyes shamefully to the floor. "I tried to change fate, to bring my dead mother back to life. But I only succeeded in creating a monster and killing my little brother."
"I see." Well that certainly sounded intriguing, even if only half of it was true so the Doctor continued to pry, biding his time by not asking straight out for the creation of the monster.. "And how were you planning on. reviving your mother?"
"Alchemy," the blonde explained. "It's a well-respected science in my world that allows one to change the physical makeup of matter in an instant." As a demonstration, he pressed his hands together and reached out ahead of them, sending blue lightning arching down the hall and enveloping the door he'd pointed out as the entrance to his room, making it slam open. "But human transmutation is illegal and very dangerous," he added, staring down at his metal hand. "This was the price I paid for tampering with god's realm."
Alchemy...so, so. Almost audibly little gears started to turn in the doctor's head. "That is certainly impressive." He agreed, not moving his hand from around the boy even though the kitten he had expected to deal with had just turned into a tiger cub with the strong suspicion of rabies. "Though of course the things that are forbidden also carry the greatest reward," After all it wasn't like genetic experiments with humans were exactly LEGAL back in Japan.
"Only if you succeed," Dante pointed out. Bored of talking about a history that wasn't his own anyway, the blonde lifted his automail hand to tease at the hem of Kilik's shirt. "What about you, Doctor? Were you really a doctor in your world? Or is that just a silly nickname?"
"Oh I am a doctor." Pushing his chest out in pride the doctor barely noticed anything else. "The best in my field at that. We stepped over the boundaries set for humans and joined the gods." He declared with a unsettling cackle. "We created life out of nothing."
That might have piqued Dante's interest . . . if she hadn't basically done the same herself many times. But even better. The homunculi were perfect beings; they healed instantly, they couldn't die, their powers were unmatched, and they were indistinguishable from normal humans. Still, Dante had a part to play. "How did you do that?" he asked, looking up at Kilik wide-eyed.
"Oh quite elementary my dear boy." Smug couldn't even begin to describe how pleased the doctor was feeling with himself. "But it is a very long explanation, maybe we can speak about it later." After all they had just reached the door that had been opened so impressively.
Finally. Dante stepped in front of him, hands fisting almost uncertainly in the young man's shirt and tugging him forward into the room. "Do you promise, Doctor?"
"Promise?" Quirking and eyebrow the Doctor followed Dante into the room, having a curious look around. "What do you need me to promise?" Hadn't he already promised something before? Really he couldn't remember anymore.
"That you'll tell me how you became gods in your world," Dante replied matter of factly. He led Kilik blindly around the mostly short piles of books that he'd left scattered about the room, not taking a single misstep on his way to the bed, where he turned them and pushed on the young man's shoulders to get him to sit down. "I want to know everything about you, Doctor."
"Oh my." Chuckling softly the Doctor sat and rested his hands on Dante's hips. "Well I will certainly do my best to satisfy your curiosity." Not that he was really going to tell the blond anything really relevant. "Now why don't you come down here and we get to know each other a little better." He leered, hooking his thumbs into the edge of Dante's pants and tugged.
Dante stepped forward and straddle the young man's lap brushing his flesh hand over Kilik's chest and . . . oh yes, he would do just fine. Taking the same tack as he'd tried earlier, the blonde leaned forward, wrapping both arms around Kilik, nuzzling his throat and removing the pills once again to slip into his mouth, tucking them between his cheek and gums just before reaching up to kiss him again.
Breathing out with a little grunt the doctor pulled the blond further onto his lap to better distribute the weight. For such a small person the boy certainly weighed quite a bit, though considering the percentage of his body that was made of metal it certainly didn't come unexpected. Curling his arms around the trim waist he smirked as his lips met Dante's, not hesitating before deepening the kiss demandingly.
Perfect. Dante played along for just a moment, pushing at his shoulders to get him to lie down and nudging the pills into the young man's mouth with his tongue. "I need your body, Doctor," he said, clamping his automail hand over Kilik's mouth to keep him from being able to spit them out, smirking at him and gold eyes growing wide in almost insane anticipation. He rolled his shoulder to drop the jacket from his flesh arm, revealing the blackened patches of rotting skin forming, "You see? Something's happening to this one. I can't keep it much longer, so I need yours. I need your body, Doctor, so I can be whole again."
Crosscut eyes going wide in shock, then disgust behind his glasses the doctor fought against Dante's hold on him, hands pushing at the blond's chest though he was instinctively avoiding the patches. Trying to keep from swallowing the pill - it had only been one, right?- he struggled for breath, thoughts racing as the severity of his situation quickly dawned on him. How long would it be before he couldn't help swallowing or the pill had dissolved enough to affect him? There was only one thing, a last ditch attempt so to speak, that he could try. Not letting up in his attempts to ward of the blond he let his hands slide down, now if only he could reach his tranq gun or one of the vials...
"It's no use struggling," Dante told him almost cheerfully, shifting to pin the young man's arms down with his knees, "it will only drag this out longer, and you don't want that. The faster you give in, the sooner this will all be over. Now," he leaned down, nibbled at Kilik's ear and murmured, "take your medicine like a good boy."
Ouch, heavy metal limbs where indeed heavy, especially when they were pinning down his wrists the Doctor noted, his eyes tearing up as he started to hyperventilate. Already he imagined he could already feel his tongue tingling and going numb. Renewing his desperate attempt to get to his gun or syringes he barely noticed that his movements were growing more and more sluggish, until it was already too late, limbs growing heavy until it took all his strength to just open and close his eyes and he had gone completely limp under the automail equipped decomposing blond above him.
Once the drug began taking affect, Dante removed his hand and sat back to watch Kilik fall to its influence, a look of complete satisfaction settling on his face. "That's it," he murmured encouragingly, stroking the young man's cheek, down the attractive curve of his neck, trailing over his arms, chest, stomach, and legs. "You're an ideal patient, Doctor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to out in the city." The blonde climbed off of the bed and retrieved his jacket, stopping to check himself in the mirror in the bathroom to make sure he wasn't too disheveled and frowning when he saw that the rotting patches had grown since that morning. But no matter, he'd have a new body just as soon as he finished preparations, so he threw his jacket back on and headed for the door, only taking a moment to smile back at Kilik, "Don't go anywhere," before he was gone, the door locked behind him.