Don’t ask I just keep calling it that. Still needs allot of work but you get the idea with the yellows, reds, and oranges mixing in there, mostly a black attire so it really stands out. I shall work more on it tomorrow, new meds are kicking my ass right now along with a headache.
I have one song on my blog lol, took me just as long to decide pft. *Huggles you* Have anew mod working for Vergil! Call it Black crow, don’t ask why lol.
I was just listening to my Ipod and was like, hmmm, maybe I should just add music to my blog, the kind I actually listen to XDDD
Especially 80’s music *-*
Really? Sounds awesome! I hope you’re gonna share a preview ^-^ <3 <3
XD Oh god, I have been struggling with music for this one. Like rock, but then i want 1930’s jazz or some shit, then it changes to just music and on and on. My mind never makes up its mind *Sobing*
Talk about 1930’s ~_~ Now i most go listen to some.
Of course darling! Most get the basics down first before previewing it <3.
As fingers ran more through his hair, he allowed long loved memories to flow back within his mind. His mother and her soft smile towards him, embracing him, holding him within their manor home. He always enjoyed sitting beside her and looking out at the pond behind the manor, noticing each and every ripple from a fish catching a mayfly. Her eyes when hit by the morning sunlight. She was always so beautiful in his eyes. An true Angel among man and the only female around the manor so no other could compare. The faintest sounds of metal on metal caught his attention and woke his daydream slumber. Body raised more on the bench, straightening his back and helping to relieve a knot which developed from his cramped, slouching position. A calm exhale escaped pink lips, letting his lungs take in the repulsive smell of the tray before him yet again.
Why ever in the world man thought this was a suitable meal, even for inmates, he would never know. It most have been alive at one time, or… still? Maggoty looking thing. But, of course, his mind liked to exaggerate on such things. The smell, however, was another thing to help with his exaggeration. If anything this meal should have been fed to dogs and not man of any level nor crime. He glanced around the book, noting that the other male was not staring nor peeking his way. Strange how this one worked, but then again maybe he really did not care. Hues shift back to the book as he heard the dark haired lift and leave.
He could feel the smallest hint of air gust close to him upon that male’s quick leave. The smell: warm- almost hot, with faint dirt and crimson combined. And another bold with strong features identifying the male right away. A half grin came to pink lips. So appealing and much tastier than the try before him. If only he could lay his mouth upon the source of the scent, then maybe- just maybe it would satisfy his hunger for a very short amount of time. But that hunger was another altogether. One which many would know but if they felt it they would find it very hard to explain.
"There’ always more if ya hungry again, ya hear?"
Hearing perked at that voice. No. The cook? Already? Fingers gently closed his book, body already feeling agitated knowing the cook would look to him. He did not think he was sitting there for that long, then again he did start to drift so maybe. He lift carefully from the bench, hoping to not make a sound and leave without any words said. But nothing could ever came from a prison as it seemed.
"What’s that? Ya still haven’ eaten anythin at all! Take a look at that boy’s tray he ate everythin’ !"
The voice ringing within his ears and making him tense. However, he turned and looked to the man as he approached, noticing that already frustrated frown the male had.
"So he did. But I am not him, therefor my system is different and requires- well, more appealing-"
"Agh! Appealing? The only thing more appealing is an empty gad damn tray! You city boys will never know good food. You could learn a thing or two from that boy!"
"The inmates here would most likely eat shit if you disguised it right, or not." The words slipped Vergil’s lips. Almost immediately did he straighten ad focus on the older man, watching as he cursed and flailed his arms lightly- shewing the man away. He happily obliged the man’s wishing and demanding of his leave. With the book tightly held, Vergil took leave and left the man to curse and carry on with his own daily tasks. He looked down to the book, ensuring nothing was on the worn casing which held all content together. Fingers lift his sleeve, checking the time and frowning once he realized his watch was sitting on his desk. Right, the guard did not give him hardly enough time to grab it.
A quick pull down of the sleeve as he unconsciously turned the same corner back to his office. He gave glance once noticing the inmates cells behind that thick, bullet proof glass. His patient was being lead within the cell once again. This would be his last night inside that cell, which reminded him. Another examination was held to be done tomorrow. Up early and ready for the inmate to come back within that small white room where they first met then. But for now he focused on returning to his office which he was already starting to grow attached to. Fingers gripped the cold-…. Warm? The doorknob was.. warm? Brows knit lightly upon this. The lukewarm feel to the metal told him one thing. Someone was, or is, inside and waiting for him.
He gently turned the knob and entered the office, taking caution as this would not be the first time someone stepped within his office while he was absent. He peeked gently behind the door before entering, looking around and searching for anything out of place. No one was there. How strange. He closed the door gently and walked in further, stopping before the desk once he noticed something small which was out of place. Hues shift down to the metal wristband holding a circle glass. His watch. But why was it on the floor? Body bent and limb extended, retrieving his watch and looking it over encase it was damaged. Sight scanned the room once more, looking to the closet almost immediately and wondering if anyone searched around inside there.
He approached and looked to the door. Hmm, still the exact angle which he left the safe room door, but the coats looked as if they had been moved further aside. Quiet steps were made as he approached and entered the closet, hues looking to the safe room and noticing something rather bright on the bed. Fingers flipped on the small light which hung close to the door. Oh, a new pillow and sheets? Well, that was something which he did not expect. They could have simply let him do it, but then again the warden may start questioning things. He sighed and stepped around the bed, testing with his foot to ensure the suitcase was still beneath the bed. A simple nudge against his shoe reassured that. The light was flipped back off and he left the small room, returning to his chair and placing his watch on the desk.
Fingers played with the metal for a moment, rolling and feeling the smooth surface behind the watch face. He was starting to ponder on his patient yet again. Oh what punishment could he give this one? A simple thread? Pill in his food? Maybe force him to stay within a straight jacket for the day? Hm, no, none of the above rang a bell within this one. He continued to ponder until one in particular method came to mind. It was a pain threaded method but very clean. Dante would surely hate it, and he knew so, but the male would get his point across to this inmate- and he was growing inpatient with this waiting game. Come tomorrow the male would receive his punishment.
The ringing of the guards telling of nightfall echoed throughout the prison blocks. Vergil was more than ready to gather rest within his private sleeping space. His body almost slouched within his chair, elbows resting on the desk, and papers laying about the broad surface in no order what so ever. His palms bear a hint of sweat within the latex as he hold the paper eye level. Eyes continuing to scan over the file which held information on a murderer within his block. The man tried to submit it as accidental but as it looked the law held other for this one, even going as far as to say he was incredible manipulative. Blindly he grabbed his watch and looked to the hands indicating the time. Well, 9:00 PM- perfect time for rest. Small sounds of paper sliding against one another accompanied the sound of chopping from them hitting against his desk to align them. A quick slide into the folder and he placed them within the second drawer of the desk.
He lift and stretched, pulling the small string attached to his desk light and approaching the closet. He closed the door behind him and walked straight for the bed, laying down with minor readjustments made. Yet again he felt the side of his pocket to ensure the small light was still there. Hand pushed beneath the pillow and he soon drift into a dark slumber.
Lights flickered within the lone room. Big blue eyes full of wonder and curiosity set to a lone woman laying upon the cold, dirty floor. Her eyes.
“Help me-” Voices in his head. Suffering and pain.
"What have you done?" Blood slipping from her mouth, staining pure skin.
Once blue and happy now full of tears and stress. “Why?”
No answer. More blood. Screaming, yelling. Someone help her.
"You’re all alone." It hurts. Heart sinking within seconds. Pounding, skipping beats, racing, slowing. It hurts, please stop.
Make the pain fade. Help her. Useless, alone. Too weak. Fathers coming. More pain. A hit. Blame. Weeping, fear. Don’t go-
Tired eyes opened slowly. Irritation and swelling drowning him for a single moment. These dreams. His past. Every night until sunrise did they haunt him. His arm hung from the edge of the bed. Blank expression faced the wall, staring but seeing nothing within the dark room. Limb gently lift until digits clicked a small notch on the clock. He let his arm hang loose for a moment more, mind staggering to remember faint images from that dream- almost not wanting to. He lift and stood carefully from the bed, moving over until reaching the door. With a nice tug he opened the door and stepped out, the light blinding him almost instantly.
Fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose, eyes squinting as well. This would not be the first time the sun alone has been his enemy in the morning. The light seemed more intense due the window being right beside the closet door, giving him something nice to wake to. Well, at least no one was within his office this morning. One pleasant way to start the day, just hopefully the warden will not stop by for, yet another, visit. Fingers raked through silver hair, combing the strands back and making himself look more presentable. Examination day, what fun. Well, at least it was only one patient- being his current favorite to ‘play’ with and soon punish for that little act the other day.
He slipped into something more suitable for the examination. A black turtle neck and formal pants, the sleeves rolled to the gap of his arm, and straightening a new pair of gloves on his hands. Hmm. Eyes scanned about the room, looking for anything he may be missing only to notice something. His eyes, they were blurring. Hm, that may be problematic. He turned and walked to his suitcase, opening the smallest pouch and grabbing out his glasses case. Well, it has certainly been awhile since he last wore these. In general he did not need them, just when his eyes felt tired he tend to place them on for awhile. They were very thin and bearing no rim, just a simple black set of arms which were also thin to not attract attention.
Well then, he was all ready now, except-. Fingers fished inside the suitcase once more, bringing out another vitamin shot for the patient. Zippers zipped before he stood straight and left the office. Head turned as he notice the inmate being guided by an guard already.
"Well then, seems I am right on time."
Vergil gave a small smile before walking over to the other door and opening it. He stepped inside and flipped the lights on. A flicker was given until the room filled with that fake morning light. Such a pathetic light source it was, but it would do, for now. Body stopped before the small counter, readying the needle and vials for the inmate’s second blood sample. He could already hear the chains being cuffed and shaken to ensure they were held tight this time. At least this was the younger male guard which he met before and not the warden’s nephew- which made him wonder: where did that man go? Surely the warden did not kick the child out altogether? No, maybe placed him in a different block since he was not hardly suitable for this one. Hopefully that was the answer but only time would tell.
"Alright-" He pulled the needle case from the syringe. "You will have an additional shot today due your vitamin count being so low, but other then that i will be extracting from you." He stepped beside Dante, looking above the top rim of his glasses at the male before shifting his gaze down to that arm, which, was already flexed- even through the orange suit. He rolled up the sleeve, noticing each and every muscle as he did so. So taut and firm, holding much anger and stress behind the. Gaze set while he took grip of that arm to steady it, using some force on purpose just to catch his attention more. An alcohol swab was pulled from the counter drawer. He tore the small package open and wiped the area before tossing the swab away. Thumb pressed into the gap of his arm, feeling at first and finding the right vein, then pressing the cold steel against it. He pushed the needle in quick, starting to fill the small vial within no time. Hues staying on that arm and admiring every movement it made.
He pulled the syringe once filled, laying it carefully on the counter and lifting the next syringe up. “Is my touch really that poisonous to you? I have feelings too you know?” It seemed as if the psychiatrist wanted to tease the inmate a little, but in truth he just wanted to hear one of those joyful reactions which only Dante gave. He stuck the smaller needle inside the male faster than the one made for extracting. It was a simple shot, nothing which took the utmost care to do. “There,” he said while stepping away with a half smile. Limb extended to toss the empty syringe within the trash. “Well. I guess it is time for our little session now isn’t it?” Vergil gave gesture for the guard to on-cuff him from the chair and lead him into the office beside this room.
Fingers gripped the filled syringe from the counter and switched the lights off, leaving with slight excitement trying to escape. He stepped inside the office and walked past the chair which the inmate was soon to be placed in. Going behind his desk and placing the filled vial inside a drawer. Hearing listened to each click and snap which told of how close the man was to finishing. The chains making a clacking sound told of the guards finished work. Vergil glanced up and straightened his stance more, walking back around the desk and accompanying the guard out.
He stepped outside the office, closing the door behind him so the inmate would not hear. Interest piqued once the mans radio went off. “Shit, seems they need me down in the yards. You gonna be okay with him in there or do you want me to stay?” The guard asked with a curious tone while pointing to the office door.
"Oh, no that won’t be necessary. I can handle him. Actually- you won’t have to return to watch the door either. I am going to give him something to help open his mind, so his body won’t be functioning quite well for some time- well, until this session is done that is," Vergil reassured, giving a single calm smile.
"Alright. But if you need something or if he gets outa’ hand just give a halla and i’ll come shooting back." Upon that the man quickly left, leaving Vergil and the inmate alone without anyone on the outside to listen in. He stepped back within the office, closing the door gently and glancing over his shoulder.
"Do forgive the distraction. Seems your guard had better things to do than stand by and watch over you. Oh well, not like you are that much of a handful anyways. Which reminds me-" He cut off while walking back around to his desk and standing before it. "You spoke to the guard yesterday, but refused to speak with me even though I did not question anything sensitive. Seems to me like you were trying to state something there, no? But maybe you were just being a, oh how do they put it, a dick, I do believe?"
A soft smirk came to his lips before walking back behind the inmate. Body stopping once he reached his suitcase, bearing his special syringe and fluid inside. “Oh dear,” he started to explain, “Seems I miscalculated on how many shots you are to receive today. Well then, lets fix that shall we?” His voice should be an immediate warning for the male, especially since he mentioned the guard was away. His steps were quiet, but that was only normal for this one.
"Just a small prick, then all the stabbing for today will be done." Oh how the male was not gentle with this one. Shoving the small syringe tip and length within his shoulder and injecting him quickly. The syringe was pulled away after full injection. He walked back to his suitcase and placed the empty syringe back in the same compartment. The syringe was very special and expensive, so he was not about to bid way with it- especially when he could clean it and use it again.
"Oh," he started with a soft laugh escaping, "If you feel sore or your limbs start to twitch and become painful, that is entirely normal for this." He lift from the suitcase and walked back over to the inmate, standing directly behind him and watching the effects already take place.
His muscles would start to feel heavy, then his nerves would gather a harsh pain inside them which caused twitching and soreness- besides energy loss. “During this session you may experience: fatigue, sweating, immobility, severe pain, blurred vision, nausea, hmm, but i doubt that last one will take place.” Hand placed on the back of his chair, waiting and looking him over as everything fell into place before his eyes. Such a beautiful being. Shame things had to be handled like this. Maybe in a week or so this one would adapt, therefore finding these treatments quite pleasant and stress relieving.
Head tilted. He could already tell his vision was being effected, along with his ability to hold his head up. “I know what you’re thinking. Just like the other psychiatrists: drugging me, taking control for their own sick pleasures, disgusting, filthy scorn of the earth. But if only you knew my true thoughts, then maybe you would understand this isn’t only for pleasure, but also a punishment for thinking you can speak out like that and make me look a fool in front of respectable men. No, I don’t see you as any lesser of a being than I, but something about you has awoken something which I have not felt in a very long time.”
He stared down at that struggling body, fingers traced along his shoulders before coming to rest on the sides of his jaw. “I know you hate me. I can feel it and see it within those tortured eyes of yours, which, I most say, are quite beautiful.” He tilted that head back, pressing it gently against his abs while staring down at him. Thumbs gently rubbed against the skin on his cheeks, “All that fury inside those eyes already. You want to kill me, beat me to a pulp just for thinking I am good enough to touch you, don’t you? Well, I most certainly won’t allow you to do that, but I also don’t plan on penetrating you if that is what you fear.” Not yet, that is.
"You see, I have one small problem which I can’t seem to rid myself of. I’m a partial sadist. Now. When I say partial I only label the certain inflictions which they hold. Inflicting pain is not much of a- well, turn on for me but certain things can become rather arousing if they are done right. The sounds, however, are something that hold a stronger vice on me than anything else. Whimpering, and begging are such things- including cursing and and yelling but only on occasion." Hands slid along his throat, coming to that tense neck and starting to rub with unconscious massaging. Deep but putting nice pressure on the tensing muscles.
"I can’t seem to understand this though. You’re the least bit of my type, yet, I feel so strongly attracted to you, even your scent catches me off guard." A soft laugh escaped pink lips, "Your tense. Are you not enjoying this? Hmm, maybe I should use something softer then?"
He leaned down and took the glasses off his nose, bringing his arm out straight while resting it along that strong, rising and falling chest. Fingers pulled aside the left half of his collar, ghosting his breath along that tense, twitching skin. He gave a silent inhale just to gather more of that lustful scent, bringing it in and tasting it within his throat. “You smell of dirt. Do take a bath soon, or I will have the guards bath you,” he whispered, bring his lips back to that skin. The heat was already penetrating his skin, making him shudder as this was what he was waiting for since he first seen the man. softly he placed a single kiss on that rough, yet smooth, skin. A soft hum vibrated within his throat, showing approval. Gently he kissed again, letting his lips run along skin before lightly mouthing where the needle stab the male.
Left hand started to slide lower and lower, running down the center of that strong chest and pressing, trailing right back up and stating a slow motion. Lungs inhaled slowly as his tongue press against the skin by his neck. Kissing the gap before pulling away. “I can see why everyone wants you so badly. Your taut, a challenge, and definitely carrying a mouth watering taste. Shame that you are probably not a virgin,” he mused lightly. Body readjusted more to an angle of the sitting male, placing his gloved pink and fake ring fingers’ beneath that chin and pulling to tilt his head further back- exposing that throat. He leaned down, kissing slowly along his throat. Each placement made him want and yearn for more. His mouth almost begging for more of that lustful taste, especially against his tongue.
Hand reached further and further. Coming to his abs and running down the center of them- looping and passing his belly button. He gave a very soft moan against that throat from the feeling alone. Oh how long it had been since he last had such contact, even if it was forced, he was enjoying ever second of it and not hardly about to give it up. Hand slid further down, body starting to lean more and press against the male as he went. Digits hit a clothed waistband, making him halt. “Hmm,” he hummed, pushing his hand above the fabric until cupping the male’s clothed gender. That loose tightening of those sedated legs made him hesitate lightly before applying pressure and giving a small rubbing motion to help excite his body.
"You feel quite well endowned for not even being erected. Shall I change that?" He tilted that head back further, bringing the male to a choking point while lips continued to tease that collar bone and kiss along the imprint it gave his skin. He was still hovering over the male, just waiting for any type of reply before moving around to the front.
'I suppose it doesnt matter anymore to you so why bother even answering that” he turned “it was nice seeing you Vergil.”
He glared back lightly. He honestly could not tell if the other was being sarcastic now or telling the truth, maybe both but hiding it? Whichever, he may never know now. “If only I knew whether or not to say the same,” he muttered, starting on his own way.