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[Flug stands there a moment, lost and clutching the coat like a lifeline.
Black Hat really was shaken up, wasn't he? Dr. Flug had tried to give him space and time to recover. Physically he didn't have much ailing him, he had bounced back quicker after their torture from the poachers! But mentally… just as Black Hat vanished so unexpectedly that hour at the altar, here he is again, up and deserting his partner; like not every piece of him had come back after all.
Flug moves to follow the order, hanging up the coat carefully and stops.
Except today. Earlier today was the outlier. What made things different today? Having something to focus on? If the debacle prior to negotiations said anything, it was that the demon didn't actually want the arachne away from his side.
The door isn’t even shut all the way…
What is he so nervous about? Getting maimed? That he’ll make Black Hat.. upset? No. No. They were villains, they weren’t about that! Ridiculous. If Flug agitates Black Hat-- the only possible form of upset the evil being engaged in-- so be it, even an angry Black Hat is better than one feeling so empty. Flug leans in the doorway, pushing it open as a test-- a tremble in his arm betraying the assertive exterior he tries to play up.]
“The oil will keep till morning.” [He pulls his bag off, for further emphasis. No point in hiding when he wants his expression to have impact.]
“But I set it to cycle through twice as often.” [An absolutely pointless task, save for placating their shared need for spite, but better than outright insubordination.]
“Respectfully, sir, the night is still young."[Hardly time to turn in and brood in one’s quarters. Not when time was something they had wanted so badly.]
[In his room, Black Hat is standing stock still, gaze fixated on the mirror. He's picking out minute details in himself, the slow expansion and contraction of his chest, the faint throb of a vein, the quick start of a blink. Signs of life, ones he hasn't paid much heed to before in Ryslig because he trained himself over years to subconsciously fake them, but now he can't turn them off. Everything is horrifically alive, and therefore, can be killed.
It's not some new realization - Black Hat has spent much of the past week in this very spot, staring and pondering and processing what he has become.
But his brooding has never before been interrupted. He blinks in surprise as the door opens, eye snapping up to fix on Flug's reflection behind him as the other man pulls off his bag.]
Flug, what are you doing up here?
[Black Hat almost seems puzzled by the arachne's presence. He gave an order, hadn't he? Not to simply cycle it and leave, but to actively work with the material. But Flug is very much not doing as he was commanded. Black Hat turns around to face his scientist properly, a frown on his face - but not anger.]
"T-to work-- a-and I will!" [Flug blusters, remaining in an upright confident posture, despite the contradictory nervousness of his speech.]
"It.. just didn't exactly sound like it had the highest priority." [He mutters hesitantly approaching. Internally alarms are going off. God, he hopes he's reading this right and making the right call. It brings him back to their first big fight at the old apartment. The first time the ancient evil let his perfect facade slip. 'Plan? There is no plan!' Last time Flug had his anger to guide him. It's a lot more terrifying to have a clear head this go around.]
"If I'm wrong I'll go right now, boss, but I.. thought I'd be put to better use.. here."
[Another step closer, both to keep his confidence and also to get a better look at what his boss is up to.]
[He isn't blankly staring at a mirror. He's contemplatively staring at a mirror!
...and it's doing very little for him. Sometimes the sound of his heart pumping his black blood through his veins is deafening, cacophonous in the quiet of his room. But Flug's presence, just his voice alone, pushes it to the background. Black Hat rubs his temples.]
No. No, you aren't.
[Aren't wrong? Aren't interrupting something? Black Hat leaves the details up in the air. He squints at Flug, looking to see if there's anything the man has brought up with him.]
"Good." [Okay, Black Hat isn't telling him off, so far so good. Flug closes the rest of the distance, rather empty-handed as his boss will notice, and steeling his resolve lays those hands against the smooth red fabric of the demon's dress shirt to look him in the eye. Right then and there, Flug knows what he wants--]
"No, but in my professional opinion, I think you might."
[And pushes the man toward the bed, leaving his hands where they fall.]
[To say Black Hat is not expecting this would be accurate. Signs that he normally would have cottoned on to, even considering the source, were missed in the haze of his self-contemplation. Even now, he reacts to Flug's boldness with confusion more than anything - until he's pushed backwards.
His wings flare out on instinct, but to no avail - Black Hat has been thoroughly caught off guard, and the shove topples him backwards onto the bed. He quickly props himself up on his elbows, not at all prepared for this sudden shift.]
[Flug can't help but breathe a laugh in victory. That worked even better than he thought! Emboldened by his success, he braces himself on Black Hat's shoulders while the rest of his limbs delicately arrange around them both like a cage. Each leg carefully positioned around the demon's wings.]
"Experiments are underway.." [Leaning forward, he coyly starts to loosen the demon's tie to access his dress shirt with one free hand.]
"Negotiations are in order.."
[One button popped.]
"Security is increased.." [Two buttons popped.]
"You're on top of everything as always, handsome, charming boss. Why not let someone elll--"
[A stumble. Quickly repositioning one of his legs, he recovers smoothly enough, the motion only causing him to increase his grip on the shoulder to an even rougher degree. He redoubles his efforts, the low drone of his voice trying for an even huskier quality.]
"Why not let someone else take charge for a change~?"
[Black Hat doesn't move, doesn't resist as Flug loosens his tie and works the buttons of his shirt. He's still, save for the rise and fall of his chest, staring at Flug with a mixture of confusion, surprise, and something else. It's happening quickly, this sudden shift in attitude, and Black Hat's mind is playing a bit of catch up.
And then, finally, a slow, leering smile begins its inexorable spread across his face.]
Oh? And who might that be?
[His instinct is to flip the script, to seize control where so little has been missing in his life lately... but, strangely, Black Hat feels a novel thrill at the idea as well. To willingly surrender... perhaps he could allow it, this once. His pupil grows wider.]
"Surely you can guess?" [Another sharp shoulder squeeze, tighter, on purpose, this time. Flug returns the slow forming grin. The dilation of those pupils do not go unnoticed, the dark sclera of Ryslig's changes only highlighting the quality of it; like a shark smelling blood, a predator gearing up for a hunt, a housecat noticing a shiny. The doctor's several eyes glitter back with mirth.
As more and more of the chest becomes visible through the unbuttoned fabric, Flug takes his time peppering kisses on each flash of skin exposed.]
"Though if you remain unconvinced, like I said: I'll just have to show you."
[He pauses when he starts to run out of buttons, blocked by-- Oh right-- the vest. Shoot, he completely did this in the wrong order! Flug scrambles to start unbuttoning that too. Hoping to distract from the blunder, he moves in for an overpowering kiss.]
[It is hard for Black Hat to not lunge up, wrap his arms and wings around Flug, and pull him down. Hard, but far from impossible, and growing easier and easier with each of Flug's ministrations. The tight grip on his shoulder keeps him from fully falling back, but his eye slowly lids and his head falls back, a bit of saliva beginning to pool at the corner of his mouth.
The rush of blood through his veins, an unpleasant dull roar of a reminder over the last week, slowly grows more and more welcome, not an affront to his existence, not at this moment, at least.
Of course, his head is quick to snap up when the kisses cease, a question on his tongue. Control he may be relinquishing, but he expects some level of quality from Flug!]
Why are you stopping? Get-
[He doesn't have a chance to notice Flug's blunder, because his vision is suddenly full of the scientist's face and his lips very occupied. So similar to when this all began. That hunger. Shoulder grip be damned, Black Hat drops himself flat on his back again, reaching up to wrap his arms around Flug's thin torso. Likewise, his long whip of a tail weaves its way up to lightly coil around the spider abdomen.]
[With those arms wrapping around Flug so securely, the vest can no longer be removed but it's worth the trade off of that heated embrace conveying the other's need for him. The tail catches the spider by pleasant surprise and he shivers when it reaches his stomach with it's cool exterior, where his shirt happened to ride up.
Once every clasp is undone, the fabric is shifted out of the way enough for Flug to continue his quest, which he returns to with fervor, kissing every space on his way back to where he left off until Black Hat's torso lay entirely bared.
Flug takes a moment to admire the view, Black Hat fully laid prone, the edge of the arachne's own claws lightly tracing shapes on the smooth flesh, careful not to marr just trace. Even locked into one shape, Lord Black Hat is perfect, every inch and ridge of his form befitting of the God he is. To think, Flug is actually being allowed this, his smirk increases at the sight of drool bubbling in his master's maw. The doctor daringly moves a finger to gather a bit of it before cupping Black Hat's cheek.]
"Not so terrible, is it?" [With his partner fully surrendering, Flug moves himself into even more of a straddling position, leaning in close to tease the potential of another kiss.]
[Smooth, dark, unmarred flesh, human-like but off, a featureless expanse. He chose this shape, so long ago, a mockery of the human form, one that's close but missing things, so that no one will ever mistake him for a mere primate. It should set off alarm bells in the human mind - but Flug is hardly human anymore, is he?
Black Hat bites his lip as those claws draw gentle circles on his skin, to hold back a command to dig in, to draw blood, because Flug is the one leading the way this time.
"Not so terrible, is it?"
It's not. It's far from terrible. This is nothing like when the poachers pulled out his claws, or when Aunamee crippled his wing, or when Y'doethe stole him away. No, it's exhilarating to not be the one calling the shots, because he's choosing it. It keeps him from wrenching Flug down in a crush, allowing the spider to position himself as he will.
His tail traces Flug's stomach a little longer, then begins trailing lower, wrapping around to his back and moving against the firm keratin of the arachnid tail. His cheek cupped, he stares into Flug's eyes, all six of them, so close, so delectable.]
What are your plans, doctor? [His voice has a breathy quality to it, one Flug has never heard before.] Are you going to stick me? Ride me? Keep me in suspense?
[He lays a finger against Black Hat's lips-- a proverbial way of asking him to shut it.]
"That's for me to know." [Though judging by the equally ragged quality of his voice, the doctor is anything but annoyed. On the contrary, every single one of Flug's nerves feel like they are about to explode to the point that all anxiety has made a 180 turn to loop back into a tingling calm, apart from the occassional trembling his boss is sure to feel given their close proximity. The sort of cool that comes from a flame burning so hot it no longer registers as heat.]
"Unless I need to gag you. Hm? Do I need to do something to keep that mouth from flapping? I could." [Flug teases; he doesn't need to enumerate the myriad of methods, better to let Black Hat think of them himself, the things he has seen his scientist already pull off.]
"But then I wouldn't be able to do this." [And seizing the demon by the shirt collar with both hands, he drags Black Hat upright while pressing the rest of his body down roughly to keep the demon grounded for another brutal kiss.]
[Black Hat gives an involuntary shudder at the boldness. Him, silenced by a gesture? Gagged? Where has Flug been hiding all this?
He hisses softly, not a threat, but a tease of his own.] You wouldn't dare....
[But Flug would, right now. He would and Black Hat would gleefully submit and all thoughts of the possibilities evaporate when Flug yanks him up (the strength, how he always forgets the strength the scientist now wields) and crashes their lips together.
Brutal, harsh, consuming, it's the exact way Black Hat likes it, truly likes it. No faking gentleness and tender moments - he is a monster, coarse, rough, devouring, and he will not hold that back from Flug. It's what he knew he would be getting into. As his forked tongue invades Flug's mouth, Black Hat comes to an unfocused conclusion.
What had he been doing, starving himself of this for a week? Black Hat digs his claws into the hardened carapace on Flug's back, piercing the thin fabric of his shirt. He'll allow a fucking tree to hold such sway over him, long after her demise? No.
She will not deny him this, he will not let her hold him back any longer....
One hand slides up to entangle in Flug's hair, to hold him there as he draws a deep breath even as their mouths remain pressed together, as if he's trying to steal the very air from Flug's lungs.
The red glow of his eye is hidden behind a tightly closed lid.]
[And breathe into Black Hat, Flug does. Even if that scarlet glow were possible to see, the doctor's attention is wholly taken up by every shared signal between their bodies. He nearly swoons into the kiss, so raw, so passionate, even at his mercy Black Hat is just that overpowering. It's such a rush, Flug has no choice but to throw everything he has right back at him to match, it's nearly draining.
The arachne gasps at the demon's claws breaking through the fabric against his back and eagerly scrabbles to do the same. Claws on skin, tongues and teeth, it's exhilarating! Dizzying!..Really dizzying, in fact. Wow.. he's.. starting to feel a little woozy actually. The claws Flug had dug into Black Hat's shoulders, give one last futile attempt to keep their grip before beginning to slip. It's getting harder and harder to hold them up, like he's weakening somehow.
The kiss hasn't ended but he's starting to gasp for another reason.]
[The slackening of Flug's grip is lost to him, so caught up in his hunger that this kiss is soothing. He draws and draws and draws breath, holding Flug to him. The satiation he chases is a familiar one, and yet so very, very new. It's a fire, slowly spreading through him, invigorating him with each passing second.
Black Hat's eye snaps open, the crimson ring around his pupil brilliant. But his vision is unfocused and distant, boring through Flug as he drinks him in. The gasping goes unregistered - instead, Black Hat pulls Flug even closer, pressing their bodies together in a crush that would snap a lesser being's ribs.
The kiss trails off on Black Hat's end, but he keeps his mouth firmly pressed against Flug's, open and devouring. This hunger will be fed.]
[The hunger will be fed. And fed. And fed. Dr. Flug had thought once about dying happily in the midst of one of Black Hat's kisses but even he never expected to find himself drifting out of consciousness entirely, as he seemed to be, this very moment.
It happens so fast, there is no time to even fight it. He already gave too much up, too freely, surrendered his chance to resist before the struggle began. Even if Black Hat were to stop now, it was too late. The arachne's arms fall entirely slack, his spidery appendages mildly buckle and with one final sigh the fire in Dr. Flug goes out. The light leaves six once alert eyes.]
[And with that, the hunger is satisfied. Black Hat breaks away from the not-kiss, leaning his head back with a sigh. The fire has spread throughout his body, burning intensely for a brief, white-hot second, before slowly fading to a steady glow.
As Black Hat’s mind comes out of the haze, he can’t help but wonder what else Flug has in store. This is, after all, only the preview of the main event. And he’s thrilled to continue. So thrilled, indeed, that it takes him a moment to detect that the weight on him is rather… limp.]
Flug. Flug.
[Still very much in the mood, Black Hat snaps his fingers near Flug’s ear. There’s no response, and a spike of irritation shoots through him. He can’t believe this.]
Bloody hell, is that it? Get a mere taste of dominance and you’re done for the evening?
[He growls and gives Flug a shake. How dare he bow out after getting Black Hat all worked up, his heart thundering and blood rushing? Unacceptable!]
Wake up, finish the job you’ve started. I don’t care how you go about it so long as- Flug?
[He grabs Flug by the shoulders and props him up, off his chest. Realization slams into him as he stares into those vacant, empty eyes. The hunger, the desperation, the satiation, all of it pointing to the result of an incredibly base mistake.]
Shit!
[He’s an idiot. A damn fool idiot. Was he so broken by the impossible that he couldn’t read his own body?! That wretched arboreal harlot, her roots still so intertwined in him that he lost control of himself!
Black Hat gives Flug’s body another vicious shake, as if it might awaken the spider from his empty state. He should’ve fed more. He should have been stalking the streets each day, seizing whatever human crossed his path and gorging on them, to counter the yawning void his return to life had left.
But he didn’t. He locked himself away, brooding, a miserable shadow of what he is, all because of a tree. And now he’s devoured the soul of his closest ally. His minion. His partner.
It takes some maneuvering, but Black Hat finally writhes his way to his feet, leaving Flug’s body limp on the bed. He stares at it for a long while, cursing Y’doethe and snapping at himself. He is Black Hat. He doesn’t make mistakes - and when he does, he fixes his errors. Somehow, he will undo this.
But first, he’ll deal with the more immediate (and pressing) issue at hand. In a flash of fire, Black Hat is gone, leaving the spidery husk alone on the bed out of some modicum of respect.
Sometimes, when one’s minion falls down on the job, the villain has to finish the matter up himself.]
[As stiff as stiffs can get, the technically alive parts of the arachne prevent rigid mortis from fully sitting in, meaning when Black Hat returns he will find the spider even more slumped forward than before. The awkward angle causes his head to loll unpleasantly, the rest of him doesn't look terribly comfortable either, and that isn't the only scenery change...]
[And return Black Hat does after a time, reappearing in a burst of fire as he does up the last of the buttons Flug had so wickedly opened. His evening, one looking to take a sharp turn into the enjoyable, has been thoroughly ruined, and the presence of a certain entity in his bedroom does not help matters.]
You!
[The final button remains open as Black Hat hands drop and he snaps at the thing slowly clipping its way through the wall. Flug's started calling it Jammingway lately, but Black Hat refuses to dignify it with any name. He snarls and hurries forward, waving his hand at it.]
You bloody well could have shown up earlier and stopped this [He waves at Flug, slumped over on the bed.] from happening. Useless lout....
[The quadrilateral as always does not answer. It remains a single stagnant color—or rather it doesn’t, shifting so imperceptibly slowly that by the time Black Hat were to blink, it would register as a vaguely different one; a hue that was best categorized by one word: wrong.
It pleasantly smells of blueberries of toast.
It heeds not Black Hat’s tantrums, the only inclination it may be reacting to anything at all is the way it’s rectangular base remains stationary as the demon scolds, while it’s outer polygons continue to reach closer and closer to the slumped over the spider, with all the sentience of void-matter jellyfish, growing spikier as they stretch.]
[As always, he's completely ignored. Black Hat glowers as the thing stretches, having half a mind to set it alight if he didn't already know that was wholly ineffective. One of its spikes reaches Flug, and passes through his body as if it weren't there. Then another, and another, and suddenly the majority of the shape is moving through the arachne, as if it had simply shifted to be there.
And then it stops.
Black Hat folds his arms and gives it an almighty death glare.]
What are you up to, you little vermin? Give him a little push? You can't push anything around, you know.
[He knows it's pointless to address the thing - it never responds, not in any intelligible way. But snapping at it gives him something to be angry at aside from himself or a soulless husk for now.]
[And there Jammingway remains, seemingly set on not drifting further from that spot, glitching out of the immobile minion. As the demon stares it down he may get the impression that it's staring back. After all, for something that existed in constant shifting motion what else could a lack of action entail? A faceless face to face in...what? Could it be judgment? Probably not, but there is one undeniable truth impossible to escape from no matter how one tried to view it.
You did this, Black Hat. You and no one else and passing the blame around won't fix it.
Any silence that stretches on only accentuates the barely there sounds of what should be a corpse. A soulless husk, sure, but one that nevertheless still draws in quiet breathes. Not alive but hardly all the way dead. Can it really remain in this state? What should be done…?]
[He did this. Black Hat did this, and he was an idiot. He knows the thing can't judge, has no sentience to speak of, but the way it simply exists there, quietly undulating and tying tiny knots in his stomach, drives him to action. Black Hat reaches to the top of the bed and grabs a pillow.
He throws it at the reality break, catching the top of it. It seems to stick, for just a moment, before the pillow continues its trajectory with a part of Jammingway clinging to it.
It stretches again, as if trying to pull Flug's motionless form along with it, before a ripple runs across it and it pops free, merrily being carried towards the wall by the hurled pillow.
There's nothing to be done, though. The only option forward is to hide this event from all prying eyes, cover for Flug's apparent absence should the need arise, and await the Fog's return to reinstate Flug's soul into his body. A simple plan, one with an easy execution that lasts only a day before the first hiccup arrives in the form of an inquisitive little robot, and is put on hold entirely when a strange dust sweeps into the lair a few days later, and Black Hat himself joins the slump, limply sagged in his favored armchair, mind elsewhere entirely. Some place fair. Well, not entirely.]
[The fog, inevitable as always, takes a week to roll in but roll in it does. As the cursed winds blanket the peninsula, bringing with them their life altering gift, the doctor at last takes in a deeper rattling breathe as his soul finds it's way back to the mortal coil. Flug sits up coughs briskly.]
"Mnngh, sssir? I-- hnhh -uhhnn."
[Ugh he feels so stiff, how the hell was he sleeping like that?.. Why was was he sleeping like that? It's too soon for this many questions. His mouth feels dry and his head is pounding but Flug forces himself to his feet.]
"Boss? I don't feel... so..." [The spider mashes a hand against his face, eyes refusing to stay open. Flug makes it precisely five steps across the room before his legs-- all of them-- give out and he smashes his head against the door to slump against it, as his body joins the rest of the unconscious amnesiacs in a delayed slumber; a remnant of faerie dust breezing in through the ventilation.]
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Black Hat really was shaken up, wasn't he? Dr. Flug had tried to give him space and time to recover. Physically he didn't have much ailing him, he had bounced back quicker after their torture from the poachers! But mentally… just as Black Hat vanished so unexpectedly that hour at the altar, here he is again, up and deserting his partner; like not every piece of him had come back after all.
Flug moves to follow the order, hanging up the coat carefully and stops.
Except today. Earlier today was the outlier. What made things different today? Having something to focus on? If the debacle prior to negotiations said anything, it was that the demon didn't actually want the arachne away from his side.
The door isn’t even shut all the way…
What is he so nervous about? Getting maimed? That he’ll make Black Hat.. upset? No. No. They were villains, they weren’t about that! Ridiculous. If Flug agitates Black Hat-- the only possible form of upset the evil being engaged in-- so be it, even an angry Black Hat is better than one feeling so empty. Flug leans in the doorway, pushing it open as a test-- a tremble in his arm betraying the assertive exterior he tries to play up.]
“The oil will keep till morning.” [He pulls his bag off, for further emphasis. No point in hiding when he wants his expression to have impact.]
“But I set it to cycle through twice as often.” [An absolutely pointless task, save for placating their shared need for spite, but better than outright insubordination.]
“Respectfully, sir, the night is still young."[Hardly time to turn in and brood in one’s quarters. Not when time was something they had wanted so badly.]
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It's not some new realization - Black Hat has spent much of the past week in this very spot, staring and pondering and processing what he has become.
But his brooding has never before been interrupted. He blinks in surprise as the door opens, eye snapping up to fix on Flug's reflection behind him as the other man pulls off his bag.]
Flug, what are you doing up here?
[Black Hat almost seems puzzled by the arachne's presence. He gave an order, hadn't he? Not to simply cycle it and leave, but to actively work with the material. But Flug is very much not doing as he was commanded. Black Hat turns around to face his scientist properly, a frown on his face - but not anger.]
I told you to–?
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"It.. just didn't exactly sound like it had the highest priority." [He mutters hesitantly approaching. Internally alarms are going off. God, he hopes he's reading this right and making the right call. It brings him back to their first big fight at the old apartment. The first time the ancient evil let his perfect facade slip. 'Plan? There is no plan!' Last time Flug had his anger to guide him. It's a lot more terrifying to have a clear head this go around.]
"If I'm wrong I'll go right now, boss, but I.. thought I'd be put to better use.. here."
[Another step closer, both to keep his confidence and also to get a better look at what his boss is up to.]
"Unless I'm interrupting something?"
[Or are you blankly staring at a mirror. Again?]
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...and it's doing very little for him. Sometimes the sound of his heart pumping his black blood through his veins is deafening, cacophonous in the quiet of his room. But Flug's presence, just his voice alone, pushes it to the background. Black Hat rubs his temples.]
No. No, you aren't.
[Aren't wrong? Aren't interrupting something? Black Hat leaves the details up in the air. He squints at Flug, looking to see if there's anything the man has brought up with him.]
Do you need something?
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"No, but in my professional opinion, I think you might."
[And pushes the man toward the bed, leaving his hands where they fall.]
"I'd like to show you."
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[To say Black Hat is not expecting this would be accurate. Signs that he normally would have cottoned on to, even considering the source, were missed in the haze of his self-contemplation. Even now, he reacts to Flug's boldness with confusion more than anything - until he's pushed backwards.
His wings flare out on instinct, but to no avail - Black Hat has been thoroughly caught off guard, and the shove topples him backwards onto the bed. He quickly props himself up on his elbows, not at all prepared for this sudden shift.]
Flug!?
[Oh. Oh.
Well, doesn't Black Hat feel a bit foolish now.]
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"Experiments are underway.." [Leaning forward, he coyly starts to loosen the demon's tie to access his dress shirt with one free hand.]
"Negotiations are in order.."
[One button popped.]
"Security is increased.." [Two buttons popped.]
"You're on top of everything as always, handsome, charming boss. Why not let someone elll--"
[A stumble. Quickly repositioning one of his legs, he recovers smoothly enough, the motion only causing him to increase his grip on the shoulder to an even rougher degree. He redoubles his efforts, the low drone of his voice trying for an even huskier quality.]
"Why not let someone else take charge for a change~?"
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And then, finally, a slow, leering smile begins its inexorable spread across his face.]
Oh? And who might that be?
[His instinct is to flip the script, to seize control where so little has been missing in his life lately... but, strangely, Black Hat feels a novel thrill at the idea as well. To willingly surrender... perhaps he could allow it, this once. His pupil grows wider.]
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a housecat noticing a shiny. The doctor's several eyes glitter back with mirth.As more and more of the chest becomes visible through the unbuttoned fabric, Flug takes his time peppering kisses on each flash of skin exposed.]
"Though if you remain unconvinced, like I said: I'll just have to show you."
[He pauses when he starts to run out of buttons, blocked by--
Oh right-- the vest. Shoot, he completely did this in the wrong order! Flug scrambles to start unbuttoning that too. Hoping to distract from the blunder, he moves in for an overpowering kiss.]
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The rush of blood through his veins, an unpleasant dull roar of a reminder over the last week, slowly grows more and more welcome, not an affront to his existence, not at this moment, at least.
Of course, his head is quick to snap up when the kisses cease, a question on his tongue. Control he may be relinquishing, but he expects some level of quality from Flug!]
Why are you stopping? Get-
[He doesn't have a chance to notice Flug's blunder, because his vision is suddenly full of the scientist's face and his lips very occupied. So similar to when this all began. That hunger. Shoulder grip be damned, Black Hat drops himself flat on his back again, reaching up to wrap his arms around Flug's thin torso. Likewise, his long whip of a tail weaves its way up to lightly coil around the spider abdomen.]
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Once every clasp is undone, the fabric is shifted out of the way enough for Flug to continue his quest, which he returns to with fervor, kissing every space on his way back to where he left off until Black Hat's torso lay entirely bared.
Flug takes a moment to admire the view, Black Hat fully laid prone, the edge of the arachne's own claws lightly tracing shapes on the smooth flesh, careful not to marr just trace. Even locked into one shape, Lord Black Hat is perfect, every inch and ridge of his form befitting of the God he is. To think, Flug is actually being allowed this, his smirk increases at the sight of drool bubbling in his master's maw. The doctor daringly moves a finger to gather a bit of it before cupping Black Hat's cheek.]
"Not so terrible, is it?" [With his partner fully surrendering, Flug moves himself into even more of a straddling position, leaning in close to tease the potential of another kiss.]
"To give up a little control?"
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Black Hat bites his lip as those claws draw gentle circles on his skin, to hold back a command to dig in, to draw blood, because Flug is the one leading the way this time.
"Not so terrible, is it?"
It's not. It's far from terrible. This is nothing like when the poachers pulled out his claws, or when Aunamee crippled his wing, or when Y'doethe stole him away. No, it's exhilarating to not be the one calling the shots, because he's choosing it. It keeps him from wrenching Flug down in a crush, allowing the spider to position himself as he will.
His tail traces Flug's stomach a little longer, then begins trailing lower, wrapping around to his back and moving against the firm keratin of the arachnid tail. His cheek cupped, he stares into Flug's eyes, all six of them, so close, so delectable.]
What are your plans, doctor? [His voice has a breathy quality to it, one Flug has never heard before.] Are you going to stick me? Ride me? Keep me in suspense?
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[He lays a finger against Black Hat's lips-- a proverbial way of asking him to shut it.]
"That's for me to know." [Though judging by the equally ragged quality of his voice, the doctor is anything but annoyed. On the contrary, every single one of Flug's nerves feel like they are about to explode to the point that all anxiety has made a 180 turn to loop back into a tingling calm, apart from the occassional trembling his boss is sure to feel given their close proximity. The sort of cool that comes from a flame burning so hot it no longer registers as heat.]
"Unless I need to gag you. Hm? Do I need to do something to keep that mouth from flapping? I could." [Flug teases; he doesn't need to enumerate the myriad of methods, better to let Black Hat think of them himself, the things he has seen his scientist already pull off.]
"But then I wouldn't be able to do this." [And seizing the demon by the shirt collar with both hands, he drags Black Hat upright while pressing the rest of his body down roughly to keep the demon grounded for another brutal kiss.]
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He hisses softly, not a threat, but a tease of his own.] You wouldn't dare....
[But Flug would, right now. He would and Black Hat would gleefully submit and all thoughts of the possibilities evaporate when Flug yanks him up (the strength, how he always forgets the strength the scientist now wields) and crashes their lips together.
Brutal, harsh, consuming, it's the exact way Black Hat likes it, truly likes it. No faking gentleness and tender moments - he is a monster, coarse, rough, devouring, and he will not hold that back from Flug. It's what he knew he would be getting into. As his forked tongue invades Flug's mouth, Black Hat comes to an unfocused conclusion.
What had he been doing, starving himself of this for a week? Black Hat digs his claws into the hardened carapace on Flug's back, piercing the thin fabric of his shirt. He'll allow a fucking tree to hold such sway over him, long after her demise? No.
She will not deny him this, he will not let her hold him back any longer....
One hand slides up to entangle in Flug's hair, to hold him there as he draws a deep breath even as their mouths remain pressed together, as if he's trying to steal the very air from Flug's lungs.
The red glow of his eye is hidden behind a tightly closed lid.]
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The arachne gasps at the demon's claws breaking through the fabric against his back and eagerly scrabbles to do the same. Claws on skin, tongues and teeth, it's exhilarating! Dizzying!..Really dizzying, in fact. Wow.. he's.. starting to feel a little woozy actually. The claws Flug had dug into Black Hat's shoulders, give one last futile attempt to keep their grip before beginning to slip. It's getting harder and harder to hold them up, like he's weakening somehow.
The kiss hasn't ended but he's starting to gasp for another reason.]
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Black Hat's eye snaps open, the crimson ring around his pupil brilliant. But his vision is unfocused and distant, boring through Flug as he drinks him in. The gasping goes unregistered - instead, Black Hat pulls Flug even closer, pressing their bodies together in a crush that would snap a lesser being's ribs.
The kiss trails off on Black Hat's end, but he keeps his mouth firmly pressed against Flug's, open and devouring. This hunger will be fed.]
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It happens so fast, there is no time to even fight it. He already gave too much up, too freely, surrendered his chance to resist before the struggle began. Even if Black Hat were to stop now, it was too late. The arachne's arms fall entirely slack, his spidery appendages mildly buckle and with one final sigh the fire in Dr. Flug goes out. The light leaves six once alert eyes.]
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As Black Hat’s mind comes out of the haze, he can’t help but wonder what else Flug has in store. This is, after all, only the preview of the main event. And he’s thrilled to continue. So thrilled, indeed, that it takes him a moment to detect that the weight on him is rather… limp.]
Flug. Flug.
[Still very much in the mood, Black Hat snaps his fingers near Flug’s ear. There’s no response, and a spike of irritation shoots through him. He can’t believe this.]
Bloody hell, is that it? Get a mere taste of dominance and you’re done for the evening?
[He growls and gives Flug a shake. How dare he bow out after getting Black Hat all worked up, his heart thundering and blood rushing? Unacceptable!]
Wake up, finish the job you’ve started. I don’t care how you go about it so long as- Flug?
[He grabs Flug by the shoulders and props him up, off his chest. Realization slams into him as he stares into those vacant, empty eyes. The hunger, the desperation, the satiation, all of it pointing to the result of an incredibly base mistake.]
Shit!
[He’s an idiot. A damn fool idiot. Was he so broken by the impossible that he couldn’t read his own body?! That wretched arboreal harlot, her roots still so intertwined in him that he lost control of himself!
Black Hat gives Flug’s body another vicious shake, as if it might awaken the spider from his empty state. He should’ve fed more. He should have been stalking the streets each day, seizing whatever human crossed his path and gorging on them, to counter the yawning void his return to life had left.
But he didn’t. He locked himself away, brooding, a miserable shadow of what he is, all because of a tree. And now he’s devoured the soul of his closest ally. His minion. His partner.
It takes some maneuvering, but Black Hat finally writhes his way to his feet, leaving Flug’s body limp on the bed. He stares at it for a long while, cursing Y’doethe and snapping at himself. He is Black Hat. He doesn’t make mistakes - and when he does, he fixes his errors. Somehow, he will undo this.
But first, he’ll deal with the more immediate (and pressing) issue at hand. In a flash of fire, Black Hat is gone, leaving the spidery husk alone on the bed out of some modicum of respect.
Sometimes, when one’s minion falls down on the job, the villain has to finish the matter up himself.]
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You!
[The final button remains open as Black Hat hands drop and he snaps at the thing slowly clipping its way through the wall. Flug's started calling it Jammingway lately, but Black Hat refuses to dignify it with any name. He snarls and hurries forward, waving his hand at it.]
You bloody well could have shown up earlier and stopped this [He waves at Flug, slumped over on the bed.] from happening. Useless lout....
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It pleasantly smells of blueberries of toast.
It heeds not Black Hat’s tantrums, the only inclination it may be reacting to anything at all is the way it’s rectangular base remains stationary as the demon scolds, while it’s outer polygons continue to reach closer and closer to the slumped over the spider, with all the sentience of void-matter jellyfish, growing spikier as they stretch.]
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And then it stops.
Black Hat folds his arms and gives it an almighty death glare.]
What are you up to, you little vermin? Give him a little push? You can't push anything around, you know.
[He knows it's pointless to address the thing - it never responds, not in any intelligible way. But snapping at it gives him something to be angry at aside from himself or a soulless husk for now.]
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You did this, Black Hat. You and no one else and passing the blame around won't fix it.
Any silence that stretches on only accentuates the barely there sounds of what should be a corpse. A soulless husk, sure, but one that nevertheless still draws in quiet breathes. Not alive but hardly all the way dead. Can it really remain in this state? What should be done…?]
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He throws it at the reality break, catching the top of it. It seems to stick, for just a moment, before the pillow continues its trajectory with a part of Jammingway clinging to it.
It stretches again, as if trying to pull Flug's motionless form along with it, before a ripple runs across it and it pops free, merrily being carried towards the wall by the hurled pillow.
There's nothing to be done, though. The only option forward is to hide this event from all prying eyes, cover for Flug's apparent absence should the need arise, and await the Fog's return to reinstate Flug's soul into his body. A simple plan, one with an easy execution that lasts only a day before the first hiccup arrives in the form of an inquisitive little robot, and is put on hold entirely when a strange dust sweeps into the lair a few days later, and Black Hat himself joins the slump, limply sagged in his favored armchair, mind elsewhere entirely. Some place fair. Well, not entirely.]
4/17 A narrow miss
"Mnngh, sssir? I-- hnhh -uhhnn."
[Ugh he feels so stiff, how the hell was he sleeping like that?.. Why was was he sleeping like that? It's too soon for this many questions. His mouth feels dry and his head is pounding but Flug forces himself to his feet.]
"Boss? I don't feel... so..." [The spider mashes a hand against his face, eyes refusing to stay open. Flug makes it precisely five steps across the room before his legs-- all of them-- give out and he smashes his head against the door to slump against it, as his body joins the rest of the unconscious amnesiacs in a delayed slumber; a remnant of faerie dust breezing in through the ventilation.]
some time after that /waves hands vaguely
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