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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 2, 2008 19:03:01 GMT -5
"Well, that makes two of us..." Hart gasped through pants and quiet moans. "If you only gave me what I wanted..." He said darkly. "I wouldn't have to do this." He laughed quietly to himself. It was hard to concentrate on the words, on the thoughts. The endorphines running through his system were enough to make concentration on something as non-physical as thought and words difficult.
Jareth moved down to his hip, running his tongue over the wound. A faint sting started to form, but was soon forgotten when the demon bit down with full force. A creaking snap eminated from his hip and white hot pain travelled down his leg and up his ribs. "Jareth!" He cried, leaning back into the wall. His leg wouldn't support anymore weight, at least wihtout a lot of pain. He reached out, grabbing a fist full of the demon's hair and pulled him up and away from his hip. He jerked Jareht close, until they were close enough to kiss. He was sure the demon could feel him trembling like a leaf. He wasn't afraid though, angry, a little...and in pain...defiantely.
"I'm no demon Jareth." Clarence hissed. "You ought to be more careful with my body or there could be consequences for such an inferior experiment such as yourself. Now, I may be low on the scale of scientists, but I am still far above you...." He whispered, his lips occasionally brushing over the demon's. "I'd be more careful if I were you....that is, unless you have healing skills that I have not been made aware of...."
Clarence pushed himself into Jareth, his thin chest pushed as close as possible to the demon. "Did I tell you how much I fucking hate you?" He whispered, trailing his tongue up Jareth's ear slowly and bit the top curve and pulled down. "But maybe that's what makes this so fun." He giggled. "You better help me to the hospital wing later..." He whispered. He could smell blood, and it was making him gag. The pain in his hip was nearly too much, but hell, pain was merely temporary.
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Post by Jareth on Jun 3, 2008 6:29:34 GMT -5
Jareth smirked as the man grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled his face up to meet his, " I'm so sorry." The demon cooed in his sarcastic way, " Did I hurt you?" He raked his claws over the fresh cut on the man's pelvis, "Please forgive me...
"I'm no demon Jareth." The man hissed, his lips brushing slightly over the demon's, "You ought to be more careful with my body or there could be consequences for such an inferior experiment such as yourself. Now, I may be low on the scale of scientists, but I am still far above you...."
"Above me?" The demon cackled, " And pray tell how you figure something like that out, hmm?" He pushed the man against the wall and held him tight with his body, " You, my dear friend, are a janitor. I, am a demon from hell." he stood up so that he was looming over the small man, his eyes pircing down into the man's, " I can not only control your mind," He let a tenril of his thoughts seap into the mna's mind as a deminstration, " But at the moment, I control your body." He pressed a hand agaist the man's abdomin, " You are inferriour in strength and in mind..." The demon shuddered as the man bit down on his ear, " And untimately, I'm the one who is in control of this situation."
With that, Jareth pulled away from the man and let him crumple to the ground. He stood over the man and gave a harsh laugh, " You are a complete idiot!" he gave him a small tap with his foot, " You invited me into your room, no restraints, all alone, and then spill your blood on to the floor, and you expected something like this would not happen?"
He bent down and turned the man over so that he was laying on his back. He brushed the man's hair gently from his eyes, " And yet...." He made his way back down to the doctors hip, licking his wound gently as if asking for forgiveness, " I feel drawn to you." He bit down lightly and drew the blood from the wound, " I Hate you...." He sighed, then ran his fingers up the side of the man's torso, "I will take you to the hospital after. I wouldn't want you to die before you give me my half of the deal..."
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 3, 2008 7:32:21 GMT -5
"Even humans have their skills." Hart said quietly. As soon as the demon's thoughts invaded his mind, he snapped it shut. He didn't wander unprotected among the experiments for no reason. His mind was honed to a sharp point, telepaths had to be careful. One could get lost in a mind, and that... well... it could have unfortunate consequences. "There is more to a book than it's cover my friend, and by definition, you are greater than me. I'm not denying that Jareth. You out match me in strength, wit, power, intelligence, likability...." He trailed off as Jareth pressed a hand against his flesh. A tremble passed through him and he moaned softly.
But then, as soon as he had been pressed up against the wall, Jareth pulled away, leaving him with no support. He crashed to the ground, an ungraceful, broken doll with no child to play the puppet master. "I hate you." He whispered, whimpering from his place on the ground. He could feel bruises forming on his knees and his hip screamed at him.
"I did not not expect it to happen." Clarence said quietly, glaring up at the demon. He pulled himself up against the wall so he was sitting. His numb leg curled under him and his good one stretched out in front of him.
"I mean, you are a demon after all, certain things are to be expected... Sadism for example..." He sighed, but it sounded content. "But if I'm masochistic...then things balance out, correct?"
But Jareth gave no answer, but pulled him so that he was lying on his back. The demon surprised him with gentle brushes of his hand. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and licked his hip gently. Clarence watched with careful eyes. "Hate and love are very close to each other, both have more in common than they do not..." He said quietly. "It can be the same with two people, who at first glance seem totally opposite."
Dr. Hart shivered away from Jareth's gentle fingers and gasped quietly. "But there's still fun to be had yet...." Hart drawled. "I need not go to the hospital wing yet..." His hand closed around the discarded exacto knife and held it up for the demon. "I won't die for you. I wouldn't save your life if I had the chance....But I will bleed for you. I'll beg and scream and moan for you..."
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Post by Jareth on Jun 3, 2008 16:25:02 GMT -5
The demon smiled, wrapped his long fingers around the blade and pulled it from the doctors hands. " Well....if you incist..."
He ran the blade over his recent bite mark, creating a clean cut in the flesh and causing it to bleed more. She licked the surface clean and repeated the action, "Beg....Scream...Moan....it all sounds rather exhilarating." An other pass of the blade, " But in all....I think I've had enough of this." He pulled away and threw the knife across the room. it landed with a tinkering somewhere in the darkness, " And seeing as I'm the one in charge of this situation...." The demon rolled up his sleeves and carefully lifted the man off the ground. After pausing a moment, he walked to the door, jostling the man between his hands in order to open the door.
luckily for the demon, there was no one around at this time of night. He could heard stirring in some of the rooms as he passed, but he didn't fear that they would come out. They met no one on their walk from the doctors room to the medical center.
Jareth pushed open the door to the hospital wing with his side and was immediately surrounded by worried faces and the barrels of a few Lab made weapons guns. " I didn't do anything!" The demon pleaded, " I heard screaming as I was walking though the halls of the doctors dorms and went to investigate." The demon's voice was still as rich and smooth as milk and honey. " I found the man laying in his room, a knife in his hands. it would seem he had tried to end it all. he cut through an important muscle it seems."If it wasn't for his twisted smile, one would have though he might have been telling the truth.... but... then again the demon had got others to believe more abstract tales.
His woven tale seemed to have convinced them. The weapons were lowered and the doctors quickly to the man from the demon's arms. They began taking him deeper into the medical wing, stopping only when they noticed the demon slinking along behind them, " If you don't mind, I'd like to stay with him."
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 6, 2008 10:45:38 GMT -5
Dr. Hart glared up at Jareth as he was moved from arm to arm. He refused to close his thin arms around the demon's neck. He could handle some degrading things, but that was just a little too much. His hip ached and the pain was starting to return to him. His arm ached in the way only cutting managed. He held it close to his chest. Blood was still oozing slowly from the deeper wounds and he could feel fresh blood dripping down his leg from the hip wound which was causing him the most grief.
Clarence was wondering exactly what the demon was going to tell hospital staff, he wasn't happy with what he heard. A suicide attempt?!? Fuck him! But as in role, Dr. Hart pulled up the fake tears and started sobbing as the nurses rush forwards.
"Let go of me!" He shouted, pushing against Jareth. "I JUST WANT TO DIE!" He wailed, flailing in Jareth's arms, he was switched over to a bunch of nurses. He calmed slightly, to shoot a death glare at Jareth.
"Jareth?" He asked, sounding confused. "Where's Jareth?" He asked the nurses, who looked down at him pityingly. "I want Jareth..." He whispered, letting his eyes drop shut. He looked like the fragile doll once again, his dark hair lined his pale face perfectly. His lips pouted slightly and a spray of freckles over his nose just finished the picture. The nurse sighed and looked over to the demon. "Come along then, and be good, or I'll have to send you to the punishment hall." She warned.
They set him down on a cot, gently, and started to tend to the wounds. The whole time, Clarence sat forwards, hair hiding his face in a dark thick curtain and he pretended to cry. And by pretend, I mean, he did cry, but for all the wrong reasons and it had nothing to do with suicide.Think of the dead puppies, of the dying rain forest, of our suffering planet, of your suffering... He thought to himself.
"Jareth?" He questioned, reaching out blindly with one arm. "Jareth?!?" He voice growing more anxious. Boy, acting was easy. Finally, his grabbed onto the Demon's arm. "Thank you.." He whispered, pulling the demon closer. "For saving me." He flopped back into the bed, and stared unseeingly up into the white tiles as the nurses bandaged his wounds. "We'll do a full assessment in the morning. You have a torn ligament in your hip, so try not to move too much. There's not much more we can do till the morning anyhow." The nurse gave a small bow. "We'll see you in the morning. Jareth, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, if he dies somehow in his sleep, we'll blame it on you." And with that, the nurses left.
Dr. Hart grimaced. "Fuck you!" He screamed at the demon. "Fuck you! If I could get over there right now, I'd tear your throat out with my bare hands!" He screamed. "Suicide? You jerk! It's bad enough that they already thought I was suicidal!"
He reached to the bedside table and grabbed the glass pitcher, which he threw at Jareth. "Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" HE screamed. He reopened wounds in his arm and they bled through the bandages.
"Fuck you." He whispered, defeated.
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Post by Jareth on Jun 6, 2008 19:17:06 GMT -5
"Come along then," The demon smiled. "And be good, or I'll have to send you to the punishment hall." She warned. The demon brought a hand to his mouth to hide his disgust. The punishment hall? Shit. He hadn't though about that. He hadn't been there...yet, But he had heard about it. It was the type of place one would like to try and avoid in their lifetime. he might want to watch what he was doing now...for a little while at least...until he was out of this situation.
He followed the group of nurses down the hall an into (surprise, surprise) A white sterile room. Jareth's mind vaguely ran over the idea of using the man's paints he had talked about earlier to colour a room up. Just to throw everyone for a loop. He watched as the man's wounds were dressed, giving his arm to the man when he had made a fuss about him not being close enough. " Thank you," He'd sobbed, " Thank you for saving my life"
" No problem....really." The demon hiss through his strained smile, " Just....glad...I could help."
The doctors Looked the demon over before continuing,"We'll do a full assessment in the morning. You have a torn ligament in your hip, so try not to move too much. There's not much more we can do till the morning anyhow. We'll see you in the morning.... Jareth," The doctor's attention turned to the demon who was casually trying to get the clinging man off his arm, " Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, if he dies somehow in his sleep, we'll blame it on you."
They left. Jareth waited till he heard them farther down the hall, then turned to growl at the man, who was already yelling at him, " Fuck you! If I could get over there right now, I'd tear your throat out with my bare hands!" The demon inched back slightly. He wasn't afraid of the man or anything, he just wanted to make sure he was out of reach....just encase. "Suicide? You jerk! It's bad enough that they already thought I was suicidal!"
" You should be happy I thought of anything!" He hissed, " What would you rather I say? 'I'm sorry doctors. The man tried to seduce me and I got a little carried away'? If you haven't noticed, I'm a creature more worried about my own hide. I didn't want to end up in the punishment hall for something that wasn't my fault!"
"Fuck you!" the man screamed, reaching for a glass jar near the bed and throwing it at the demon, " FUCK YOU!"
The object struck the demon's face, shattering on his cheek bone. The shards scattered over the floor as blood began to trickle down the demon's face. He raised a calm hand to his face and wiped the liquid away from his eyes. After a moments pause to make sure that he heard no one out in the halls, the demon jumped the man, grabbing his arms and pinning them up by his ears, purposely digging his knee into the man's wounded hip.
" Fuck me? FUCK ME?!" the demon shook the man, causing the bed to hit up against the wall with a loud 'thud', " ALL I'VE DONE TONIGHT WAS FOR YOU!" He slapped the man across the face. His eyes glowed fiercely with anger. Never had anyone seen him this worked up before. He felt quite bad for ruining the calm and seductive demeanor he had worked so hard to establish, but that feeling was quickly smithed by his fuming hatred for the man. "ALL NIGHT I'VE DONE WHAT YOU'VE REQUESTED! NEVER BATTED AN EYE WHEN YOU ASKED ME TO STAY WITH YOU!! NEVER QUESTIONED YOU PASSION, EVEN BROUGHT YOU TO THE HOSPITAL WHEN I'D KNOWN I'D DONE WRONG!!! AND YOU FUCKING HATE ME?!!"
He threw the man's arms aside and stormed to the other side of the room where propped himself up against the wall. His nostrils flared as he gazed down his nose at the man and wiped the still forming blood from his face. He didn't bother to hide his anger, but he did successfully lower his voice, " If I'd have come in here blurting out the truth, you wouldn't have seen me for a long time, and though you might try and protest, I know you would hate that." He crossed his arms, trying best to control his anger, " besides. What would happen to you once the other doctors Found out you were having relationships with one of the experiments? Hhm?" Jareth huffed and averted his gaze from the man. Just the sight of him enraged him, " I'm pretty sure what you were trying to get me to do is an offense punishable by expulsion."
He looked at his own blood stained on the back of his hand and gritted his teeth in anger, " I thought I told you....Not The Face."
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 6, 2008 19:53:49 GMT -5
Hart was surprised when his aim held true, the glass container smashing into the demon's face. Shit. That was it, he was fucked... and probably not literally. The demon pounced, pinning his arms above his head and digging a knee into his wounded hip. He let out a tortured moan, tears welling in his eyes from the pain. The perfect crystals split down the sides of his face. He didn't sob though, he just let the tears flow silently. They hadn't even gave him pain killers, it was cruel.
Just as he through the worst was over, a hand snapped across his face. His vision went dark and the whole left side of his face went numb. His head whipped across, face implanted into the pillow. He didn't even turn to look at Jareth as he screamed at him. As he ranted. The demon had completely lost his cool and Hart could feel his heart pounding faster and faster. He got more an more worried, although there wasn't anything the demon really could do to harm him. Although, if he wanted, there were pressure points that left no marks, or any left over effects other than pain while it was happening.
"You didn't have to do anything."
Clarence slowly pulled himself up from the bed. His whole frame shook with pain, his face throbbed and it felt like someone had poured broken glass into his hip. "You chose to do everything, you didn't need access cards..." He whispered, looking over and up at the demon. He had moved out and across the room.
"Like the doctor's would believe you." He laughed, despite the pain. The laugh was weak and wavered like a five year old about to cry. "And if they did, I'd get away with it. I know the head of this lab. Dr. Risary, I know her personally, she would just terminate your existence. Terminating your existence is much easily done than it is for my memory to be wiped and to leave and never say anything to anyone. What are you? Just another experiment in a hundred! Your an insignificant little speck in this lab!" Hart collapsed back into the white sheets. "I wasn't trying to get you exterminated, don't you mean? You don't get an expulsion, you're just killed." Hart grimaced against another wave of pain. "I hate you and I like you Jareth, that is not a lie, I wouldn't want to see you hurt or killed. I have strings to pull to keep you out of trouble if I have to."
Clarence sighed deeply. "You didn't tell me anything about the face...." He said defiantly, sounding like a kid standing up to his parents about an ice cream issue. "Come here, I can fix you up... Just bring me that first aid kit... That is IF you'll let me, if you decide to not be stubborn." He hissed darkly.
"Come here...
Please?"
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Post by Jareth on Jun 8, 2008 9:44:12 GMT -5
The demon's eyes narrowed as he fought to sustain from jumping the man once more, "Terminate my existence?" His voice became higher in his rage, making the words he hissed sound as though spoken by a woman, " That's all I am to you! I knew it all along! Years of medical and scientific research. Hours of Gene manipulation and spirit summoning and you humans would cast me away so easily!" He marched up to the man, pointing his finger in his face, " As soon as we get the slightest bit unruly you put us down! Like the sick animals you make us out to be!"
He stormed back over to his corner. The demon was so furious, he had no idea what he was doing. He paced back and forth, flinging his hands in the air randomly." I though you were different, Clarence! I though you actually cared about us!" He marched back over to the man, leaning in and whispering angrily, " that was the only reason I even remotely cared for you! The only reason I ever came up to you in the first place." He glared down at the man, " I regret my decision."
He marched over to the door and wrenched the handle....finding the door locked. he cursed loudly and made his way back over to his corner. With a huff, he slouched into it, letting his back slid down the wall till he was sitting on the floor. "I want nothing to do with you any more." He hissed, not looking at the man, " After tonight, it's over. I want the chip I was promised then nothing more to do with you. Unless you're going to go back on you promise."
The doctor sighed deeply, "Come here, I can fix you up... "
"No." He hissed, " I don't want your help."
"I said come here!" The demon didn't budge, " Please?"
After a moments consideration, Jareth sighed loudly and sulked his way over to the man. he threw the first aid kit into his lap and dropped to the floor. " you better not try anything stupid, Doctor."
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 8, 2008 10:14:14 GMT -5
"I do care." The man said weakly. He sat up slowly, and pushed back so he could lean on the headboard. He looked down into his lap. "I don't like to see anyone exterminated." He whispered. "At least you guys get the ethical treatment of injected death, painless...quick..." He sighed. "Scientists who disagree with what they signed in the beginning...they get shot in the head." It had been Clarence's decision... Scientists died. Experiments...they didn't exactly get terminated... that was just a rumour to keep the experiments...compilable. They weren't killed, they were put into coma's, kept suspended in a gel like liquid... It was so sci-fi it made Clarence laugh sometimes.
"Did I not say I had strings to pull?" Hart asked, sounding wounded. "I would hate to see you killed and would do everything in my power to stop it. " He whispered fiercely and the looked up at Jareth. He couldn't tell if he loved or hated the demon, but either way, there was a powerful emotion surging like a tidal wave in his chest.
His eyes seemed to glow in the cold lights of the lab as he stared Jareth in the eye. "I'm not like the rest of them. Each experiment is their own person. They have their own personalities, hopes, fears and dreams just like me... just like the rest of humanity. Each lab created person has a soul, just like me. Although the other scientists don't like to admit it, it's true! And each experiment needs love and caring and friendship just like any other person!" He declared, his voice charged with emotion. He slammed his fisted hands down on the bed.
"I care."
Silence followed this statement and he opened the first aid kit and got out the alcohol and a cleaning pad. He soaked the cotton in the alcohol, it's antiseptic stench filling the room. "This will sting." He said weakly, all the passion flooding out of his system, leaving him visibly deflated.
He hooked a slender finger under Jareth's jaw and pulled him closer so he could inspect the wounds. He whipped them gently clean of the blood, then set the dirtied cotton wad aside and pulled the tweezers out of the pack. "I'm just going to pull some of those glass shards out of your skin." He carefully removed each shard he could find with surgical precision. Then, he re-wiped the wounds with a clean pad and got out the steri-strips to hold the bigger gashes close so they wouldn't scar. All this took no longer than twenty minutes.
After, Dr. Hart sighed and placed a hand gently on Jareth's narrow shoulder.
"I'm sorry..."
Clarence removed his hand and laid down again, half curling into the fetal position, or as much as his screaming hip would let him. "I'm sorry I got you into this...for being selfish, for being inconsiderate." He turned onto his other side so Jareth couldn't see him crying. He was a terrible person, the experiments deserved someone better than him. "I'm sorry." He whispered again.
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Post by Jareth on Jun 8, 2008 11:33:09 GMT -5
Jareth cringed at the swab against his cheek. he gritted his teeth and held back a yelp. He didn't want to admit that it had hurt, even just the slightest. Removed the shards of glass from his cheek and bandaged him up. he noticeably deflated once the man had put the first aid kit away.
"I'm sorry..." the man sighed," I'm sorry i got you into this." The man laid down onto the bed, turning away from the demon to hide his tears, " I'm sorry for being selfish, for being inconsiderate...." Jareth could smell his tears, " I'm sorry."
The demon sighed. He'd used up quite a bit of his energy being angry. He was mentally exhausted now and his sympathy for the man was starting to act up.
"It's ...not your fault..." the demon sighed. " I didn't actually mean half of what i said to you. I was upset." he ran his fingers over the bandage on his cheek, " you a good man. Better than any I know. Most doctors would have had me terminated," the demon spat the word, " For what I'd done. You went along with the lie, even though it didn't help you any to do so." Still sitting on the floor, the demon looked over his shoulder towards the man, " if anything I should be the one apologizing for what I've done tonight... I hope you don't expect me to do so..."
Jareth sighed. The man was still moping behind him. The doctors had promised to blame any incident that happened tonight on the demon, and by the way the man was going, the demon was probably lucky he hadn't tried a stunt like earlier again. He had to try and keep the man happy.
" I'm....sorry." he sighed, " ...And I thank you... for everything you have ever done for me. I believe you have been important in my short life and should like to keep you as a ... close aquantance..." The demon turned around. The man was still turned away. He sighed. He had an idea of what to do next...
He got to his knees and slowly pulled himself onto the bed. car fully laying himself down beside the man. He wrapped his long figure around the man, sheltering him, wrapping his arms comfortingly around him.
"We know you care." He whispered, brushing the man's dark hair from his face, " We are grateful for having a friend like you..."
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 8, 2008 16:04:00 GMT -5
Clarence stiffened as Jareth laid down beside him. What was he playing at? Then the demon slowly wrapped his arms around him. Clarence didn't try to pull away, but neither did he relax against the demon. This change of attitude, it was too drastic, wasn't it? Doubt ate away at his mind, confusing him even more. Jareth brushed his hair away from his face, it had a habit of falling in a protect curtain, hiding his doll-like face.
"Jareth...please..." The doctor muttered soulfully. His voice full of hurt. He wasn't sure what to make of all of it. He pulled away and sat on the edge on his bed, still looking away from the demon. "I don't expect you to apologize. You can't help your nature, and I only played on that."
His fingers reached down, running over the deep gash on his hip. Pain flared there but this time he liked it. "I knew the blood would send you into a craze, and I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself. Any doctor or Scientist here would know that... They.. Even if they knew the truth, they'd blame it on me. You were never at risk." Clarence said slowly and in a tired drawl. He yawned and looked back over his shoulder at Jareth. His eyes were thickly lined with dark lashes, and his eyes half lidded, sensual without meaning to be. "I don't know what I think about you, whether I like you or hate you, but either way you affect me... I don't even know if I should tell you that Jareth."
The doctor turned, stretching his hip purposely, pulling the skin taunt and adding another wave of pain through him. He shuddered, and let out his breath in a sigh. "I hope I can stay in your ever growing long life." Hart said truthfully. "As a friend or an adversary."
The wound reopened and fresh blood seeped down his thigh, soaking his pants even more. "Fuck." He muttered quietly, and grabbed the first aid kit again. He pulled his pants off carefully, and pulled his black boxer shorts down so he could tend his own wound. He did a shite job, but it was the best he could do considering it needed stitches. He wrapped gauze lazily around his hips, stopping the weak bleeding as best he could.
"Jareth..."
The name was barely spoken, just making it over, pale trembling lips. Jareth was an undefined, but important. He didn't want the demon to go away, or make like they had never met when this was over.
"Do I mean anything to you?"
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Post by Jareth on Jun 8, 2008 17:48:50 GMT -5
"I don't know what I think about you..." the doctor whispered
"Neither do I." Jareth admitted, " You're a worthy adversary, an unlikely companion and a very skilled doctor... But I'm not sure what I want you to be..." Jareth let his grip loosen in order to let the man turn slightly to face him.
"I hope I can stay in your ever growing long life."
"I... Honestly hope so too." The demon smiled sadly, " You are ... the only being.... to ever pay any attention to me...even if it was for your own selfish gain." he felt the man stretch out against him a for a moment, he was content. To hold an other creature to him, to feel it's heart beat, to feel it draw every breath.... it was something he had never experienced before. It was a wondrous moment of pure bliss, shortly broken by...
"Fuck."
The demon looked down to see that the man had begun bleeding again. His heart began to beat fastly. He cursed the doctor for his incompetence. He had just begun to settle down. He turned his gaze away from the man until he had covered the open wound. His breathing was uneasy. He knew it wasn't the man, yet he still hated him for it.
"Jareth?"
The demon turned back around to come eye to eye with the man. " Hm?"
"Do I mean anything to you?"
The demon was puzzled by the question. He furrowed his brow in thought, " Do You.... Mean...?" the demon lay a hand gently on the man shoulder, " I'm ... not sure." The demon admitted, " But I..." He turned his head away and grimaced, " I know this is going to sound stupid, but...I want you... In a way..." He shook his head, " I mean, a partnership of sorts. If I belonged to you, I'd give you what you wanted, when you wanted..."
The demon turned back to the man. Trying to make his thoughts more clear, he drew on an idea he had heard a while ago.
"I want a contract with you. A pledge of soul."
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 8, 2008 18:59:55 GMT -5
Hart coughed in surprise, a contract? Was the demon stupid? But as Hart digested this bit on information, it started to make more sense. Clarence's first question, was who's soul? Clarence thought for a bit, and pulled himself over to Jareth, so once again, he was nearly sitting in his lap. He placed a hand on either shoulder. "Who's soul?" He asked quietly, looking up into Jareth's eyes. Did Jareth's soul not already belong to him from creation? But Jareth didn't know he had been hand crafted by him.
"What if I don't want to own you? I acted on greed and lust before... But owning you, that ruins all the fun..." Clarence sighed, looking down form Jareth's eyes. He stared at his left shoulder instead, trying to focus the words he felt and wanted to say. It was like trying to swim to the bottom of the ocean.
"What I mean to say is... I don't want you...I don't want to force you to do anything, free will is crucial to the soul and to the ego." He whispered. "I don't want a slave master relationship, that's just WRONG! It wasn't what you were designed to be!" Clarence cried, growing emotional once more. He was tired, distraught and suffering from blood loss. He was in no state to try and process it all.
"Take my soul Jareth, what does a petty, wretched thing like me need it for?" He asked, collapsing forwards into Jareth. Holding himself up was becoming too difficult and was making him dizzy.
"Other than to give it to someone like you?"
He whispered.Once again, he started to cry, sobbing quietly into Jareth's shoulder. He couldn't remember ever being held while he cried. "I can't promise to always ask how high when you ask me to jump...I can't promise to not fight back, but I can promise that my soul can be yours. That I'll always scream if you want, I'll always bleed and most of all I will always be here...I can't promise I'll always be here in open arms, or even in good cheer, but I'll at least be a vent, a tool, a friend and a foe." He said quietly, squeezing the Demon in his weak arms.
"I'll be yours."
"Please let me." He whispered. "Please...Don't say no. I don't think I can handle it right now!" He whispered frantically. He looked up to Jareth's slim, golden eyes. "I didn't think I needed anyone, I thought I was fine alone, then you came along goddamnit!" He shouted, shaking The demon's shoulders.
"You came along and taught me different! How lonely I was! How god-damned fucking alone I am! I don't want to be alone Jareth! And if you fucking leave me alone, I'll make sure to remind you every god-damned day of your fucking life!"
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Post by Jareth on Jun 13, 2008 18:54:28 GMT -5
The demon smiled as the doctor threw his crying form into his. His soul had never been the one up for offer. He was interested in the doctor's soul, not giving up his.; It was an honest miracle he was alive at all. One wrong move, one slight word wrong in an incarnation, and his soul would have been lost for ever. The procedure had gone correct, and though he may have lost the memories of his past life, It was a small price to pay to be set lose in the world of men. he wasn't trading that up anytime soon. But something the man said had sent the demon's mind spinning....had sent him chasing after a mad idea....
"No my good man. Do not cry anymore." He wiped the man's tears gently with The back of his hand. He embraced the Man, leaning in close to his ear. " To scream, to bleed.... though that all sounds quiet amuzing...." he whispered into the man's ear, " Just as you could not own me, I Could not own You." he pulled a loose hair from the man's head lazily, " no my dead sir.... I was hoping for more of a.... Partnership..." the word dripped from his lips.
Yes a partnership. That would be a lot more fun. Sure, the man would be able to use him, control him, but not without his own fair share. Human souls were week. With a little practice, he could have the man coming with only the slight beckon of his finger without any penalty on his part. He'd also have immunity. If ha had the man's soul in his possession, there was no way the man would let him die with it. He'd be forced to protect him for the others in this terrible place.
"A partnership," He smiled deviously, pulling back slightly from the man, " I hold your soul for you, and you hold mine." he batted his eye lashes playfully, " That way, you get what you want, " He smiled twistedly, " And I Get what I Want. What do you say my dear friend?"
He rubbed his hands over the man's uninjured hip, " I'd promise to keep it clean and safe," he purred, " I'd give you what you want..." He pressed hard, digging his nails into the tender flesh, " When ever you wanted it."
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 15, 2008 11:58:57 GMT -5
Clarence sniffed, his tears drying up like a puddle in the Sahara dessert. A partnership... that was possible? The doctor shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It was harder than escaping from the lab. His head wouldn't clear. "I'll agree to that..." Clarence said slowly, eyes downcast. He yawned. "In the morning." He added, looking up through a thick fringe of dark eyelashes at Jareth. "I can hardly... focus on what your saying Jareth."
He was about to pull away when Jareth's smooth hands were running over his good hip. With a press into his flesh, Clarence moaned. He wasn't sure if he wanted to pull away or get closer, so he just stayed where he was. Nails, digging into his flesh sent jolts of pain to his mind, clouding it even further.
"Jareth please... I need to sleep before I pass out..." He said softly, pulling away from the Demon. He turned away, but looked over his shoulder at the demon. "Why don't you write up the contract while I sleep?" He suggested, lying down into the bed. He was exhausted. It ate his muscles, every movement was like he was underwater, slow, delayed... "Goodnight Jareth..." He whispered, pulling himself under the covers. He was shivering, cold, as usual. With one more yawn, he closed his eyes and favoured his right hip because it wasn't injured. In a matter of minutes, Clarence was asleep.
He woke up after a few hours. The nurses weren't here yet, and obviously he wasn't high priority. He looked around blearily and flopped back into the bed, too tired to get up yet. "Jareth?" He questioned. "Are you still here, or have you managed to escape?"
With a quiet giggle, Hart curled up on his good side, pulling his knees closer to his chest. "Have you written the contract? I want this down on paper before I give you my soul and take yours..." Something was telling him this was a bad idea... but life wouldn't exists for long, so he might as well have some fun right?
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