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[Praying for his salvation. Hah. Richtofen didn't need to be saved (except from the Tower, tick tock tick tock tick tock tick--). He was perfectly capable of saving himself, no matter where he ended up. Let him pray. Richtofen would just convince himself Gamzee was praying to him, anyway.

And the sight of Gamzee on his knees was a glorious one. For a second, Richtofen's hands shifted around his Thundergun, but he stopped himself from pointing it at the troll. It'd be fun to shoot it at him and watch him blow backward and splatter against the wall, wouldn't it? A grand sight, to be sure, but he'd die far too quickly. He wouldn't suffer enough.

Without ever taking his eyes off of Gamzee, Richtofen backed up and set his gun down against one of the adjacent pews. It hit the floor of the cathedral with a muffled thunk.]

Pray. Go ahead. [He took a step forward again, a sickly grin spreading across his face.] Pray for your life. Hahaha! Maybe the doctor will be nice...? Fat chance!

[He lifted a leg with the intent to kick Gamzee straight across the jaw.]

[Though Gamzee's eyes were closed, it heightened what little hearing he was allowed here. His elongated ears twitched with every new sound - the step of Richtofen's boots, the swipe of his hands across the surface of his gun, the heavy sound of the butt of said weapon against the floor, and the gigantic round barrel of it coming to rest on the side of a pew. Then, more footsteps. Towards him, this time. He sucked in a breath through his nose, lips mumbling silent prayers just as he'd promised.]

(...'til he motherfuckin' doused to be up and all bathed in such fucking wicked nectars what all be getting they flow on motherfuckin' so damn bounteously from they 24-ounce--) VIALS--!! HONK!!

[The last few words were practically kicked out of his mouth, as the sole of Richtofen's boot wrenched his jaw open and sent Gamzee's head flying into the side of the pew closest to him. He tongued the blood now dripping from his lower lip, and his expression changed to something a bit more familiar. A bit more sour.]

MOTHERFUCKER, A GANGSTA'S LIFE AIN'T A SHITTED TIT'S MUCH OF NOTHIN' TO BE WORTH FUCKIN' GETTING HIS MOTHER FUCKING PRAY ON FOR IN THIS SACRILEGIOUS DEATHSTALK.

[Gamzee snarled, a glob of saliva and blood shooting from his mouth. In an instant, he was on his feet again, snatching for Richtofen's lapels and attempting to flashstep with enough force to hurl the man at the altar a few feet away from them. If successful, he wasn't far behind with another attack.]

[Oh, the blood. The blood. The novelty of it had worn off a long time ago, and now Gamzee's purple was ranked right back with everyone else's red: it was something Richtofen wanted to beat and stab and shoot out of him until it was painting the walls and the floor and the pews and there was nothing left for Gamzee himself.

Richtofen didn't have a clue what Gamzee was talking about, which was all for the best, because he didn't give a shit about anything the little brat had to say. He was too busy watching that delicious blood of his drip out of his nose. The voices hissed for him to draw out more, but then, abruptly, those hisses turned to shouts. Richtofen only had time to blink and glance up before he was being tossed back into the altar.]

Augh--!

[His back hit the altar with a painful crack - one that silenced the whispers of the cathedral, at least, if not the screams in his head.

He raised his arms in an attempt to block Gamzee's next attack while he cursed himself inwardly. Stupid stupid stupid how could he let himself get taken off-guard stupid stupid--]

--Stupid! Scheiße!

[And he lashed out, enraged and uncoordinated, in hopes that the back of his fist would crack into Gamzee's face.]

[It did connect. The momentum of Gamzee's attack coupled with the force of Richtofen's hand flying at his face made the collision doubly effective. It hit him right in the cheekbone, splattering the blood from his nose all over the both of them and knocking him off-balance.]

[With a wordless snarl, Gamzee stumbled over his shoes slightly before pivoting and throwing himself back at Richtofen. His hands grabbed for any piece of that eyesore of a uniform they could find. Without his clubs, he'd have to use his body weight and all of the naturally sharp edges he had on him to take care of this unholy filth.]

PROSTRATE!!!

[It was the only thing he could manage to spit out between growls, tangling their legs together and crashing into him with his chest and shoulders until they both fell hard to the floor before the altar.]

PROSTRATE YOUR FUCKIN' GODLESS ASS WHEN ALL YOU BE AT MOTHER FUCKIN' PRESENT UP IN THE HOUSE OF THE MERCILESS MOTHERFUCKING DUO, MOTHERFUCKER!!

[He hissed so hard that it caused spittle and blood to spray onto Richtofen's face. With his forearms across the man's chest and their faces an inch apart, Gamzee tried with all his strength to hold the man down despite their differences in weight.]

[There was nothing more satisfying than feeling his fist connect with Gamzee's face. The spray of blood that hit him was much colder than any human's; almost like a zombie's, as a matter of fact. The thought brought laughter bubbling up out of his chest - one part giddy, one part homesick - that continued on even as he hit the floor hard.

Wet, it was so wet, wet and cold and all over his face--]

Hahahahaha! [He threw his head back so hard that it struck the floor. It sent a jolt of pain down his spine, and his entire body arched with it.] So-- You are so...

[He reached up to take fistfuls of Gamzee's shirt. His grip was tight, but the look on his face was anything but focused. One eye was half-closed and twitching with the beat of his heart, the throb of his head, and the silence of the cathedral was closing in on him, making his voices sound distant and blurred. It almost felt like he was underwater, swaying even though nothing was moving, the moisture, moisture on his-- Oh yes.

His face was wet with Gamzee's blood. With an almost dreamy look on his face, he stuck his tongue out and licked as much of it off of his own mouth as he could, leaving behind streaks of purple and globs of saliva.]

More. [He gave Gamzee's shirt two insistent tugs.] Give it to me! Haha! More of that blood!

[Whether Gamzee wanted to acquiesce or not, his nose and mouth were dripping blood at a rate he couldn't catch up with, so Richtofen would get his request granted either way. He watched it fall in fat droplets onto the hot, pink flesh beneath him. Watched it fill in the lines and creases of Richtofen's face as it rolled to the corners of his mouth and over his cheekbones to pool in those disgusting rounded ears.]

[Everything about this creature was foul. His scent, his voice, his undying devotion to himself, but it was his inability to realize when he'd lost himself that was the most infuriating. Gamzee had seen it, the bloodlust lying very thinly veiled beneath a collected, responsible exterior. He wondered often if anyone had actually believed that facade. Everyone in this place was crumbling. Physically, mentally, but it occurred to him that, in a way, perhaps Richtofen had unwillingly made himself believe his own ruse. Did he truly know how much of himself he was losing? Was he already that far gone to begin with? Infuriating.]

[After all of these thoughts were screamed into his head by things that he could at least admit were something beyond himself, he thought his first personal thought in what seemed to be ages: Why did he give a flying shitting fuck about any of this?]

[The answer made his lips curl. Putrid. Repulsive. This creature beneath him was beneath him in more ways than just physically, but he'd wanted it to be so for so long, now, hadn't he? Gamzee berated himself as he continued to hold the doctor down and snarl offerings of blood into his eyes and mouth. What was his duty, here? The faith he'd forsaken long ago had returned, apparently unshakable. A trip to the cathedral had always managed to center him, as much as he could be centered, anyway.]

[Punish the sinner. Do unto him the mirthful and merciless death that should be so befitting of one. Slather the walls of the church with his skull pulp. Sacrifice to the lords the soul of the wretched and the nonbelieving.]

[Was he that devout? Wasn't he the most proud of his, sometimes wavering, but surely never faltering, faith? Gamzee licked his teeth. Richtofen's face was a lovely shade of dark purple. Perhaps instead of an offering, which had done him less than any good the entire time he was in this hell, he would make an example. No Scriptures existed without an abundance of heretics, correct? Perhaps, in this case, heretical rebellion was a tool to be used to further strengthen his resolve. What better place than in this place, before the gods themselves?]

You all make for fuckin' a much wickeder looking picture when you all get motherfucking gussied the fuck up in a color like what's motherfucking that all is.

[A breath whistled through his teeth. Gamzee leaned down to press his tongue against Richtofen's bottom lip, swiping it up across his mouth to reclaim some of the blood he'd lost.]

Them lost souls of the motherfucking faithless all be but one of two mother fucking things in a holy place. Found, or fucking damned.

[He didn't pick his face back up, staring into those unfocused blue eyes and snapping and growling the words into his mouth.]

A brother can't fuckin' be waiting 'til he's gonna see what one he's all gonna be fucking doing to yours.

Edited 2014-05-24 14:29 (UTC)

[Richtofen opened his mouth as wide as it would go and stuck his tongue out, catching the blood like a child would catch snowflakes on a cold winter's day. The taste spread over his tongue and made its way down his throat, and the feeling of those big wet droplets covering his face made his hands tremble with delight.

There was a part of him that should've been disgusted by Gamzee's proximity. There was a part of him that would've, on any other occasion, told him to shove Gamzee away before that tongue of his could get anywhere near his face. But that cold, slimy feeling was blissful, and he stared past Gamzee at the arched ceiling of the cathedral and laughed.]

I would like to damn you. Right to Hell! Hah.

[He lifted his head and swiped his tongue over Gamzee's chin and up toward his lip, in such a rough, haphazard motion that he cut himself on one of the kid's jagged teeth. He kept moving higher, until he could mutter (no, too loud for a mutter, but the husky tone was there) into Gamzee's tangled hair, near his ear.]

The blood would burn. Nein! Let me take it all out before that happens. Aha...

[There was now a tinge of bright red against the purple mess of Richtofen's face. Gamzee had felt some part of human catch on his tooth, and the feeling of splitting that flesh with his mouth was as brief as it was tantalizing, though it was overshadowed a bit by the hot sensation of an equally wet tongue returning a lick across his lips.]

[A growl rumbled in his chest. Nothing was going to knock him off of the highest, pious tightrope on which he was currently walking, especially not Richtofen. His thoughts were cut short by the lingering touch of the tongue on his face, his jaw, his ear. His body shuddered involuntarily and he hissed at his own inability to remain composed. Though, when his ears filled with the scratchy hatewords of a coveted lunatic, what little composure he thought he had quickly unraveled, and his mind was filled with the screeches of the omnipotent and the hammering of his own pump biscuit.]

Motherfucker, you already gone to all fuckin' be imbibing at your motherfuckin' self in too much of my royal drippings.

[He angled his head just slightly to allow himself to speak directly into Richtofen's ear. His forearms were still pressed down against his chest, but Gamzee was dragging his teeth against every inch of skin near where his mouth had been, licking his lips, which, in turn, licked the skin he was biting at. His ears flicked as his torso shifted uncomfortably, uneased by the closeness of another and by the breath on his neck.]

Think probably it all be motherfuckin' time for a motherfucker to take what's fuckin' rightfully been his.

[Gamzee lifted his arms for a moment, only to shove Richtofen back against the floor for emphasis. Swiftly, he let his jaw fall open, leaning his head down to take Richtofen's bottom lip between his teeth and bite down as hard as he could.]

[Richtofen choked out a breath when his back struck the ground. Bright white lights danced in his vision, making the view of the cathedral and Gamzee's blood-soaked face all the more dazzling. Unfortunately, the sight didn't last long, because Gamzee moved forward and started to bite his fucking lip who told him he was allowed to do that?!]

Aaaugh!! Tch--

[He jerked his arm back and then slammed his fist forward, aiming right for Gamzee's gut.]

[Not what he'd wanted. Not what he'd wanted at fucking all. ...Maybe what he'd wanted. Gamzee jerked back after he was hit, ripping off a chunk of Richtofen's bottom lip where his teeth were still stuck in. The gush of blood was invigorating. Through squinted eyes he watched it flow down the sharp chin of his behated, it distracted him from the sharp ache in his guts where there had just been an iron fist.]

[Words were replaced with noises, now. Gamzee coughed up some phlegm, tinted purple with all of the blood everywhere, and made haste trying to get himself back in control. Rearing up, he finally separated their torsos from one another and attempted to slam his fist down into the bloody mess he'd just created on Richtofen's jaw.]

[A ragged scream tore its way out of Richtofen's throat, only to be swallowed up by the cathedral. Not fair. If he was going to shriek in agony, he should have been permitted to hear it echo off the walls, at least! Shatter a stained-glass window and shove the shards through Gamzee's stupid face.

He wasn't able to dodge Gamzee's punch, but as soon as it hit, he shoved himself up and spat a thick glob of blood right into his face.]

Nngh-- Mine! [Referring to the chunk of his lip that Gamzee so rudely tore off, that is.] G've-- G'ff it back!

[He slammed against Gamzee with all his body weight in an attempt to flip them over so that he was the one on top.]

[For the first time, Gamzee cursed being on this floor. Richtofen's screams would have been like heaven itself filling up his auriculars. Instead, the noise was swallowed up as soon as it had a chance to bloom. Gamzee did, however, relish the opportunity to watch his face contort in pain. It was almost like the first time. ...Almost.]

[This time had more... intensity behind it. The same amount of whirlwind in his head, but of a different variety. When Richtofen crashed into him, wet and savage, Gamzee only had the chance to smear the bloody saliva across his cheek before the wind was knocked from his belly for the second time in a row. His back cracked against the ground, followed quickly by his horns. There was a heavy, heated force pressing him down and his head was swimming with glitter and stardust.]

Aughhhonk--!!

[It was a snarl and a cry as much as it was a honk. Gamzee's body writhed beneath Richtofen's weight until he came back to his senses. Then, his eyebrows knit and his lips twisted into a crooked, broken grin. There was a pressure between his legs where some expanse of Richtofen's body was unfairly pressing against his groin. His bulge writhed against it, and Gamzee swallowed the buildup of drool that had begun to pool in his mouth.]

[His breath came out in ragged pants, and he raised his hands to press his palms against Richtofen's chest. He pushed against the tattered remains of his lapels, but it was hardly enough force to properly flip the man off of him.]

[Richtofen was so blinded by anger that the fact that something was literally squirming in Gamzee's pants was cast to the wayside. It was almost like he was in a particularly lucid dream; he could tell something was off, something was strange, but didn't feel a need to think too hard about it.

He wanted to cause the little brat as much pain as possible. How many times had he fantasized about being on top of him? How much had he craved it? He'd gotten a chance to slice him open for surgery, sure, but that didn't count. He was bound by a verbal agreement (which he hated himself now for sticking to), only got to play around, not slaughter. It was a tease. A preview before the real thing.

And now Gamzee was beneath him, barely even trying to push him off (squirming, writhing, smiling-?). Laughter bubbled up out of his chest, and this time it was his mouth pouring blood down onto Gamzee's face.]

Child-- Stupid child! Taking und taking und taking from the doctor! [His voice rose to a high pitch, then, sharply - characteristic of Richtofen - crashed back down to a harsh growl.] ...I hate that.

[Punch punch him stab rip his teeth out make him swallow his own tongue rip out his guts tear off his face smack yank tear--

Too many options hissed into his head, not nearly enough time to carry them all out. Richtofen's hand shot out to grip Gamzee's neck. Get him lightheaded, someone thought, though he wasn't sure if it was the voices or himself. Make him weak. Make him beg.

The mere thought was breathtaking (ha!). Actually wrapping his hand around the boy's neck? That was paradise. Though he paid no mind to it, Richtofen was just as hard as Gamzee. He always was when he was sure he was going to see someone die.]

[However mentally unwell Richtofen was at the moment, he was right about Gamzee. Constantly taking, never giving. It was his modus operandi for what seemed like forever - not like he'd ever spare even a single thought for any selfless act made toward Richtofen, of all people. He was in such abrupt good spirits because he'd given up that spiritually strenuous task of punishing the crazy doctor in the name of the lords. Instead, he was going to-- he was going to--]

[He was going to take some sin for himself. He was going to use his body to scream the loudest, most blasphemous "FUCK YOU!" to any sort of dogma concocted for him by the twin parasites taking up residence in his thinkpan. He gasped out a laugh, then two, then more, until they were choked off with a raspy squeak by the clamp of a rough hand across his throat. His eyes still sparkled. His mouth still hung open in peals of giggles. The only sounds he was making, now, though, were gurgles and wet hisses as his lungs desperately tried to take in some air.]

[If he didn't get this motherfucker off of him, he was going to pass out (and presumably be killed soon afterwards) before he even got a chance to fuck this piece of shit.]

[It wasn't just a rebellious one-shot. It was fortunate that it could serve as such, but this whole encounter was much more than that, truthfully. The labyrinth, the vendetta, the bickering, the surgery, the research team... each and every time Gamzee was forced to spend time with this wretched human being, the more horribly infatuated he seemed to grow. It was awful, at first. Shameful. The realization grated on his nerves almost as much as Richtofen himself did. Over time, it became more entertaining. A sickening fantasy he loved to play out for himself. How bloody would it be? How much would the human hate being pinned down and shamed? There were times were it seemed that his feelings were reciprocated, but with humans, no one could ever be sure. They never understood the subtleties and implications of these things, so it was better to just assume ignorance on their behalf.]

[That was all right, though. Judging by the rough prodding of Richtofen's dick at Gamzee's leg, he'd say they were more or less on the same page, now. Only, he had to do something about his face, which was starting to throb and probably turn a shade of purple to rival Richtofen's, though he couldn't be quite sure without seeing himself. His eyes were getting a bit bulgy, and were beginning to water. Jerking his torso all around just wasn't cutting it anymore. Stronger tactics were needed.]

[With a flash of teeth and a rattling wheeze, Gamzee released the futile grip he had on Richtofen's wrists in order to work his hands down between them. With a shift of his hips, he managed to get a leg out from under Richtofen's ~~crushing~~ weight and snake it around the back of his calf. It was difficult to fumble blindly, eyes being popped out of your skull by the building pressure in your head, but, somehow, Gamzee managed to force a palm down to put an equal amount of pressure on the abnormally rigid piece of anatomy that was definitely not something he remembered humans being equipped with. His other hand was placed not far away, on Richtofen's hip. It allowed for better leverage, and created more surface area for him to give Richtofen's cock a not-so-gentle caress. Not that he knew much on that subject, anyway. He figured (hoped) that it operated more or less the same way, at least as far as stimuli were concerned. He also was banking on the fact that his assertiveness would be surprise enough to allow himself a chance at oxygen once again.]

[Luckily for Gamzee and his poor abused throat, the action did surprise Richtofen enough that his grip faltered. He kept it firmly against Gamzee's neck so as not to lose his grip entirely, but it would be possible for him to breathe now.

It had been a long time since he'd felt someone else's hand touch him like that (mostly because his sexual partners were usually too busy screaming and choking up blood to do much to him - rude). He didn't have the presence of mind to act ashamed or disgusted; suffering had always turned him on. He'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about fucking a bloody, battered Gamzee before. He could say that about a lot of people in the Tower, actually - what a pity that Hallelujah's body had been carted away before he was truly finished with it, and it was a shame that Jin was so adept at self-defense.

But if he started making a mental list, he'd be sitting there slack-jawed forever. Time to focus on the present! He ran his tongue over the bloodied mess where Gamzee had taken a chunk out of his lip, and it sent a shudder of glorious pain down his spine.]

You're so... forward. [Richtofen's face was caught halfway between a smile and a glare. His lips were twisted up into something like a smirk, but his brow was furrowed and his eye was twitching.] Do you think you can do that whenever you want?! Hahaha! Who has given you permission? Hmm? Tell me!

[He tightened his grip and shook Gamzee by the neck.]

HAHAHAHAHA!! Again with the motherfu-- ckACK-- AACK--!!

[Gamzee used that brief respite to gulp down as many breaths as he could, and fire back a retort as soon as his voice was functional. The luxury of having a neck was quickly stripped from him for a second time, cutting him off mid-sentence until he was nothing but a gurgling, coughing mess.]

[He squirmed and jerked from side to side, removing his hands from Richtofen's groin and putting them to better (?) use by tearing up the skin around his wrists, instead. If he let out all the blood in those veins right there, maybe Richtofen would get woozy enough to just let him take advantage of him. Fat chance. Almost as fat as the thing perched on top of him. Seriously, he was starting to not feel his extremities.]

A-- ackk-- motherf-- uckk-- er don't...! [An intermission between words for some coughing and sputtering. Another round of drool and blood being sprayed everywhere.] Don't need-- permission--!!

[He was gouging his nails into the skin on Richtofen's wrists and hands, digging up the flesh there and trying to peel it off so his brain wouldn't feel like it was a million miles away from where they lay. Normally, a good feeling, but not so much when he had a fairly decent shot at getting laid.]

[Gamzee was clawing at his wrists like a zombie. His precious, poor creations. All of them lifeless (again) on his homeworld, the thought makes him want to weep. And laugh. But mostly weep.

He shoves his hand up off of Gamzee's neck to tangle it in his hair. With a heave, he tries to yank his head up and slam it back down against the floor.]

Yes-- you do!! No touching!

[The back of Gamzee's head slams against the floor of the cathedral platform. It would have made quite the sickening sound, if sounds were allowed to escape into the air of this floor. Unfortunately, the numbing of the sound didn't numb the pain any, and Gamzee's head was flooded with an instant, pounding pain. It was his turn to see stars, and though he was having trouble figuring out where Richtofen was, exactly, he took his words as a challenge.]

[He didn't need permission to touch him. He didn't need permission from anyone. To do anything!!!]

[He was sick of being made a fool, by this tower, by the administrators, by himself. By himself, especially. He'd allowed himself to be pushed around and stepped on and even when he thought he was acting of his own free will, it was always by the design of someone more aware of things than he. He reached down aggressively, groping Richtofen by the human bulge again. His yellow eyes, still swimming with stars on the inside, narrowed. His fangs revealed themselves in a snarl once more.]

Tell the motherfuck in a brother what you all don't be wanting on these kinds of mother fucking attentions, motherfucker!!!

[His snarl turned up at the edges. It was sort of a half-cocked grin with too many teeth, now.]

GO ON, TELL IT, MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Edited 2014-07-18 12:44 (UTC)

[What a touchy-feely kid. The types with no sense of personal space were the worst. He hated Gamzee, hated his touch, thought with great pleasure about cutting that hand off and throwing it across the cathedral, but--

He let out a harsh breath.

Gamzee was right. He was enjoying it. Maybe he'd have been more disgusted with himself a few months ago, and certainly more hesitant, but right now, he couldn't care less. Richtofen didn't think of himself as having a "type." If someone was bleeding on the ground in front of him, that was good enough, and Gamzee certainly fit the profile. It'd be the same if he were fifteen or fifty.]

Greedy! [He spat the word out, not at all short on disgust. At the same time, he shamelessly rocked his hips and leaned down to latch his teeth onto Gamzee's neck.]

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cw: they're gonna fuck and I'm just not sorry at all

CW DON'T READ THIS THREAD

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