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The Outsider (Whales or Whatever)
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Jan 28, 2015 07:33PM
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Viktor just sat there, letting the taller and stronger man have his way with him. He groaned with every little kiss, each suckle. He was sure Vincent would leave his 'mark' on him soon enough. Not that he minded. He bit his lip playfully, wanting more.
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Viktor took off his shirt, revealing his almost feminine figure. He had low muscle mass, he was strong, but that strength came from SCP-3616, not from his own body. He threw it to the side. He tugged on the waistband of Vincent's pants. He hoped that both their pants would come off in the future.
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Viktor gasped as the lips traced down his pale stomach. He never felt so vulnerable. He was quivering slightly. He never assumed this role before. He exhaled deeply. "Please...stop teasing me...I can't wait any longer!" He exclaimed, then covering his mouth, face burning with shame. He cried out a bit too loud.
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Viktor was half-asleep, his head resting on the chest of Vincent. He smiled softly, feeling happy and content. He was afraid to fall asleep, to awake alone, not in Vincent's arms. He could not bare the thought of this being merely a one night stand. Not with his feelings so strong.
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Viktor looked up faintly, "Mine." He stated bluntly as he snuggled closer, burring his face into Vincent's chest. He breathed in his scent, and admired the purple-ness of his boyfriend's flesh. A unique feature...something that was his. No one else had a purple boyfriend, that claim was his alone. He giggled at the thought.
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Vincent gazed at him in content, "Sleep" he murmured quietly, covering them both up. The thought of a relationship almost scares me. But I like fear. So that's alright he thought to himself, staring at the ceiling after a few moments.
Viktor fell asleep, lying against Vincent. He slept deeply, a dreamless slumber. With each intake of air, he inhaled Vincent's essence, his scent, his aroma...
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Several hours later Vincent woke, his eyebrows scrunched as he rubbed his head. Woah. Head ache much? He glanced around. It looked like the guards had turned the lights off for them. Which was nice he supposed. He giggled to himself quietly, something that he hadn't had much control over for quite some time. He glanced over at Viktor, lavender eyes scaling Viktor's body carefully before he leaned in and kissed his forehead.
Viktor twitched at the contact, and murmured, "Don't....leave me." He turned in the bed slowly, trying to fight off the on-coming nightmare of Vincent leaving him and mocking him for what they did. He cried out softly, "Vince....stay...with me." His eyebrows scrunched up as be weakly grasped outward, as if to grab Vincent to prevent him from leaving him alone. "I love...you."
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Viktor grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him down, so that Vincent toppled over him. His arms then wrapped around his waist. "Good." He kissed him deeply as we awoke, "Because then...I'd..." He didn't finish, not sure what he'd do if Vincent didn't love him, "I love you, you big ol' purple loof."
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Viktor looked up at him, "What do you want to know?" He asked softly, then remembering his role, he rose up from the bed and stood proud and stern above Vincent, looking kinda funny, taking a stance like that whilst being utterly naked.
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He dressed himself and nodded, "Well, uh, to outsiders, He is Zalgo, Iblis, Satan. To...us...He is Z'algatoth. A mighty dragon that awaits His return to our world so He can take up His followers and destroy the unfaithful. Zalgo is the god of death, darkness, shadows, the night, chaos, hedonism, pestilence, disease, rot, decay, drought, famine, blight, hidden and forbidden knowledge, the dark arts, black magic, deceit, secrecy, conspiracy, treason, destruction, rape, violent upheaval, murder, mortal ambition, obfuscation, nightmares, fear, fury, lamentation, madness, slavery, degradation, and nihilism. He is Seven-Fold: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride, and Despair. These are his agents upon the Earth.
"His physical manifestation is the virus which I...and other followers...carry in our blood. To the weak, it kills and makes them monsters. To the worthy, it makes us strong. There is also The Beast, a Hound of Hell that lurks within an other realm which Spreads the Word. The Word is our Gospel, that He will return."
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"Our 'Vatican' is Grechdom, the Heathen City of Sin. It is in Russia. The Pope, 'Our Lady of Babalon,' the Mother Lilith, lives there. She may look like a child, but she is the most dangerous woman I know. She is the embodiment of Zalgo's bride, the Scarlet Whore." He said, smiling. He raised the virtuous orphan and made her willingly accept Lilith's essence into her. One day, she would have the Anti-Christ, the Aradia who will bring their overlord into existence. And he would be responsible for that...having converted Lilith in perfection, without making her sin before she was inhabited by the evil soul of the dark goddess. "I raised her, the Pope." He said proudly.
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He paused, "Eight? Nine? Ten, possibly. It has been years. She is older than the Earth, though. The soul in her body, it is the Great Mother and Destroyer, from which the goddesses Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna, Asherah, Ishtar, and Venus come from." He said. She was the goddess of death, life, fertility, the moon, and motherhood. And most importantly, the bride of the god.
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"Enough theology, Vince, come here." He demanded, grabbing his face and kissing him hard that the blowback makes him dizzy. He felt high off of the dopamine.
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Viktor pulled away, "I'm bored in this small cell..." He said bluntly. He looked around, by Zalgo, it was so bland and small and just..mind numbing. He wanted to go somewhere else.
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He nodded softly, "Okay...is that all we can do?"
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He hissed, "I hate this place..." He looked at Vince, "Fine, it is better than nothing..."
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He sighed, "What do we do then? Besides....you know." He said, slightly blushing.
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He shrugged, "It is just me in here, with this bed." He said. "I have nothing except what you brought me." He sighed.
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He sighed, "okay, I guess. But I already saw you naked." He smiled wickedly, "Loser bottoms?"
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Ⓑⓘⓖ ● Ⓑⓐⓓ ● Ⓦⓤⓛⓕⓘⓔ『 Nᴇᴏᴘʜʏᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Wɪʟᴅ Hᴜɴᴛ 』 wrote: "He smirked, "Sure, sounds like fun!"[spoilers removed]"
~The Mage of Heart~ (Aka. Cryaotic) wrote: "He raised an eyebrow, "Really, it was a joke, but if you'd like to, I'd totally be up for it." he replied simply, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. "We could always terrorize one of th..."....
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Vincent thought to himself, humming quietly with his distinct, signature grin. One could easily tell that there was mischief running through his mind. He bit his lip, gazing over at the teleporter. He walked over to it, gazing over the screen of available SCP's that they could visit. A lot of the SCP's couldn't be visited however, as a good amount of them were euclid. Though that didn't really matter to Vincent. He grabbed the blade from the ground, the one used in the "ceremony" and studied it closely. It was of course rusted, lacking intrinsic value to anyone who actually studied knives and blades. But now, it was like a beacon of light in darkness.. or rather, from their perspective, a beacon of darkness in light. Considering what he was going to use it for. He snickered to himself, "Hmmmm... What about that little kid? I don't particularly like children" he grinned wider, further proving how immensely insane he was, "I love them" he said as he gripped the blade closely.
<< Sorry, it's been a while since I posted here >>
