Fic: (Bleach) - Prompted by suna_no_naoko
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regasssaTitle: Electricity (Aren't I so creative?)
Prompt: Electricity
Requestee:suna_no_naoko
Words: <1000
Pairing: Szayel/IlForte/Ishida
Warnings: Implied torture, implied non-con, possible OOCness from IlForte (I have no idea how to write him kay?), might cause undue pain in the abruptness of its ending
A/N: Oh hi? Can I have some past tense please? Pass the salt. I don't know why I keep slipping into present tense. I have to sort this out. Also NEWICON
The dull hum of the overhead lights was irritating him; it was the soundtrack to his life, something only the screams of Szayel's victims ever punctuated, and IlForte found even those less annoying than the sound of the motors above him whirring.
If he'd been more talented himself, he'd have gone to great efforts to silence them; even to the point, perhaps, of bothering to find out how the human technology worked, but Szayel was adament that the almost-daylight of the bars of light was crucial to his studies, "It makes it so much easier when you can see what you're doing inside their insides." The silence of Hueco Mundo would be so much more preferable to the unending noise of this world.
He didn't even bat an eyelid of interest when Szayel dragged a new body in one afternoon by its hair, looking more excited than IlForte had seen him in a long time. If Szayel looked excited about an experiment it meant more screaming, so perhaps it would make the dreadful sound of the lights go away for a little while.
"I realise you're still sulking about Grimmjow, but are you just going to sit there all day? Either help me or get out."
Help? Szayel didn't ask for help. No, he didn't ask IlForte for help. When IlForte helped, things usually went wrong, and very often that meant brutal punishment; Szayel's experiments did not go wrong. It had to be a bad omen.
Still, there was something interesting about the black haired boy that Szayel was busy binding in place to the table; his spiritual pressure seemed to be far greater than that of their previous experiments, but it couldn't be that alone which had piqued his brother's interest. IlForte didn't understand what it was, and Szayel was never interested in explaining things to him, so, having decided not to question it, he simply moved to help, working with the straps that would hold the human down in case it decided to try to escape.
The boy's naked skin was warm to the touch, and a single star shaped scar marred an otherwise perfect chest. He could literally feel the strength of the soul within it, even in the human's current state of unsconsciousness, and it made his stomach turn over in a way that he identified as being hungry.
"Don't," his brother told him, his voice buzzing with the same excited sound that the lamps made. He reached for IlForte's hand where he had been reaching across to touch the strange scar and pulled it to the edge of the table. "I want to see how he reacts to different stimulus; it's crucial that you do not touch him until I say so, do you understand?"
IlForte wasn't sure why he wanted to touch the human. He had no interest in them, usually, but this one had caught his attention, and Szayel's too. The human stirred from unconsciousness, eyes opening to reveal a stunning shade of prussian blue, made drunken and huge with dizzyness. Beside him, Szayel inhaled but not exhale; apparently caught, too.
"So you're finally joining us, Quincy," purred the scientist, scuttling forward to lean over him, pink hair obscuring the lusty expression in his face. "How are you feeling?"
"If you think I'm going to tell you anything..." the human said, and then all at once tried to pull itself free, ivory skin stretching and tensing as he fought valiantly but pointlessly against the restraints.
"There's nothing you could tell us that we don't already know. In fact, we know more about you than you probably know about yourselves. But I assure you," and IlForte could hear the smile even if he could not see it, "that if we wanted to, we have ways to make you say anything."
The delicate skin seemed to tremble for a moment then, as though a cool breeze had tickled the sensitive skin; but the scent that accompanied it was definitely one of fear. It was a smell that IlForte had become quite familiar with.
"Now then...I am going to run a current through your body -- don't worry, it's quite harmless -- but it will cause your skin to become quite sensitive. In fact," Szayel smiled, "I think you might enjoy it."
The lights dimmed briefly as the electrodes were attached, and the Quincy arched in his bonds as though every muscle in his body had tried to move at the same time. As he sank back down on the tabletop, a very different smell drew the attention of the two Arrancar; arousal.
"Just as I suspected. How old are you, Quincy?"
The dark haired boy simply flushed in response, turning his head away as though he could somehow escape what was happening to him. He could not, not when Szayel placed his hand on the Quincy's chest and ran his palm down until his wrist brushed the boy's arousal, making him keen and squirm.
"Very well..." the Espada murmured, reaching up with his free hand to push his glasses back into place. "You'll answer all my questions willingly in time, but for now, let's proceed with the experiment, shall we?"
Szayel had never looked so happy as he said. "Take off your clothes, brother..."
Prompt: Electricity
Requestee:
suna_no_naoko Words: <1000
Pairing: Szayel/IlForte/Ishida
Warnings: Implied torture, implied non-con, possible OOCness from IlForte (I have no idea how to write him kay?), might cause undue pain in the abruptness of its ending
A/N: Oh hi? Can I have some past tense please? Pass the salt. I don't know why I keep slipping into present tense. I have to sort this out. Also NEWICON
The dull hum of the overhead lights was irritating him; it was the soundtrack to his life, something only the screams of Szayel's victims ever punctuated, and IlForte found even those less annoying than the sound of the motors above him whirring.
If he'd been more talented himself, he'd have gone to great efforts to silence them; even to the point, perhaps, of bothering to find out how the human technology worked, but Szayel was adament that the almost-daylight of the bars of light was crucial to his studies, "It makes it so much easier when you can see what you're doing inside their insides." The silence of Hueco Mundo would be so much more preferable to the unending noise of this world.
He didn't even bat an eyelid of interest when Szayel dragged a new body in one afternoon by its hair, looking more excited than IlForte had seen him in a long time. If Szayel looked excited about an experiment it meant more screaming, so perhaps it would make the dreadful sound of the lights go away for a little while.
"I realise you're still sulking about Grimmjow, but are you just going to sit there all day? Either help me or get out."
Help? Szayel didn't ask for help. No, he didn't ask IlForte for help. When IlForte helped, things usually went wrong, and very often that meant brutal punishment; Szayel's experiments did not go wrong. It had to be a bad omen.
Still, there was something interesting about the black haired boy that Szayel was busy binding in place to the table; his spiritual pressure seemed to be far greater than that of their previous experiments, but it couldn't be that alone which had piqued his brother's interest. IlForte didn't understand what it was, and Szayel was never interested in explaining things to him, so, having decided not to question it, he simply moved to help, working with the straps that would hold the human down in case it decided to try to escape.
The boy's naked skin was warm to the touch, and a single star shaped scar marred an otherwise perfect chest. He could literally feel the strength of the soul within it, even in the human's current state of unsconsciousness, and it made his stomach turn over in a way that he identified as being hungry.
"Don't," his brother told him, his voice buzzing with the same excited sound that the lamps made. He reached for IlForte's hand where he had been reaching across to touch the strange scar and pulled it to the edge of the table. "I want to see how he reacts to different stimulus; it's crucial that you do not touch him until I say so, do you understand?"
IlForte wasn't sure why he wanted to touch the human. He had no interest in them, usually, but this one had caught his attention, and Szayel's too. The human stirred from unconsciousness, eyes opening to reveal a stunning shade of prussian blue, made drunken and huge with dizzyness. Beside him, Szayel inhaled but not exhale; apparently caught, too.
"So you're finally joining us, Quincy," purred the scientist, scuttling forward to lean over him, pink hair obscuring the lusty expression in his face. "How are you feeling?"
"If you think I'm going to tell you anything..." the human said, and then all at once tried to pull itself free, ivory skin stretching and tensing as he fought valiantly but pointlessly against the restraints.
"There's nothing you could tell us that we don't already know. In fact, we know more about you than you probably know about yourselves. But I assure you," and IlForte could hear the smile even if he could not see it, "that if we wanted to, we have ways to make you say anything."
The delicate skin seemed to tremble for a moment then, as though a cool breeze had tickled the sensitive skin; but the scent that accompanied it was definitely one of fear. It was a smell that IlForte had become quite familiar with.
"Now then...I am going to run a current through your body -- don't worry, it's quite harmless -- but it will cause your skin to become quite sensitive. In fact," Szayel smiled, "I think you might enjoy it."
The lights dimmed briefly as the electrodes were attached, and the Quincy arched in his bonds as though every muscle in his body had tried to move at the same time. As he sank back down on the tabletop, a very different smell drew the attention of the two Arrancar; arousal.
"Just as I suspected. How old are you, Quincy?"
The dark haired boy simply flushed in response, turning his head away as though he could somehow escape what was happening to him. He could not, not when Szayel placed his hand on the Quincy's chest and ran his palm down until his wrist brushed the boy's arousal, making him keen and squirm.
"Very well..." the Espada murmured, reaching up with his free hand to push his glasses back into place. "You'll answer all my questions willingly in time, but for now, let's proceed with the experiment, shall we?"
Szayel had never looked so happy as he said. "Take off your clothes, brother..."
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Date: 2009-04-28 01:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-04-28 01:59 am (UTC)I mean. Um.
I mean, if you continue it, I would be happy to continue reading it. :3
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Date: 2009-04-28 02:03 am (UTC)When I get everything out of the way, I think I should try
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Date: 2009-04-28 02:07 am (UTC)The only pairing I usually can even stand him in is with Il Forte. (Which maybe part of what I liked about this implication? idk. I may or may not also have a serious thing for seeing Ishida humiliated.)
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Date: 2009-04-28 02:24 am (UTC)Also, Ishida humiliated is one of the best things. *whimsical sigh*
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Date: 2009-04-28 02:27 am (UTC)Ishida needs to be humiliated more often. *sage nod*
I mean, he's got all that pride. It's like BEGGING to be cut down to size a little bit!
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Date: 2009-04-28 02:31 am (UTC)That is the most true thing I've read in days *-*
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Date: 2009-04-28 02:32 am (UTC)I wish I was more inspired to write. :c
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Date: 2009-04-28 02:43 am (UTC)Are you on AIM? Maybe you could help me out a little. :3
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Date: 2009-04-28 02:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-28 02:48 am (UTC)BUT YEAH, WOW, GO TO BED.
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Date: 2009-04-28 07:15 pm (UTC)That. Was. Hot. I never could've come up with it~ Oh, but you're a master of torture, ending it right there! *superlove + memories*
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Date: 2009-05-01 12:14 pm (UTC)As for this piece: I love it XD Uryuu is absolute gorgeous torture-fodder, just begging for it!
Ilforte reminds me a bit of Igor ^^ With Szayel as a pink Dr. Frankenstein... But I guess Ilforte's just bored out of his mind.
Would definitely not object to sequel though!
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Date: 2009-05-01 02:45 pm (UTC)I am not tempted to write crossover fic now. x.x