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Far into the night, seemingly peaceful and quiet. Yet a silver-blonde headed man with his hair styled short, still couldn't fall asleep. Something eerie could be felt through the thick, still air, as per usual his lungs were desperately begging for air, as well as a heavy chest which with every breath collapses uncontrollably, something the man already got used to. But there was something more that could be felt lurking in the shadows, out of the ordinary, you could even say malevolent.
The man was carefully caressing the grooves on his revolver. Feeling the cold metal soothed him and the sole knowledge of it being at hand calmed his nerves. He knew almost every crease and screw on the gun, almost like a romantic partner, it was always there for him and the metal clings he could swear seemed like reassuring whispers. The man as a habit recited a list of his favorite weapons including date of production and reminisced about the past for a bit.
The air became even more dense and a suffocating, pungent smell of sulfur filled the young man's
nostrils, he firmly grabbed the handle of his gun, rhythmically placing his fingers in their assigned spots. A faint screech could be heard from the opposite corner from the one he was laying in, smooshed in the harsh portable bed sheets. They were creased all over, definitely unkept and used for longer than advised.
He turned out quickly from bed, his military shoes making a muted sound as they hit the ground, immediately lowered on his knees and made sure his center of weight is scattered on the largest area possible. The young man gripped the handle of his trusty revolver tightly and with one continuous move of his thumb, pulled the hammer back ensuring a precise shot.
His cat-like eyes scanned the dark room with the only source of light being a dim, formerly white now yellow, lamp conveniently put in the same corner that the strange noise came from. He quickly eyed for the possible outlets which he can escape through.
Metal door, enemies might be waiting.
He imagined swarms of armed, highly trained foes forcing their way into the room and what techniques he would defeat them with.
The secret tunnel behind a compressed wood shavings board was too close to the increasingly louder growls to be safe enough to get to.
-Damn.- The soldier's brows got closer together with displeasure as the corner of his mouth rose slightly revealing a sharp tooth rested on his lower lip.
His eyes caught a lumbering wooden puppet dressed in medieval-style clothing moving violently, shaking its dislocated head in all directions furiously, as if looking for something.
-What is this !
The creature noticed him and with a piercing screech flung itself towards the waiting soldier. But the anomalies keep on going, from the very same ring of smoke the vicious puppet came from, now a new figure emerged. Its moves were lightning fast making it look like a crimson blur. Terrific sounds came with the new guest’s arrival, the puppet fell apart into a plethora of tiny wood chips spreading all over the room and then vaporized into nonexistence.
The slender figure landed back-facing the gunslinger, you could see a long, deep red coat, split into two at the ends. The intruder had white hair with just enough length to softly caress the collar of the coat. With a slight move of the outsider, an immediate shot could be heard, bullseye. The bullet landed right in between the enemy's brows, cutting through a tiny chunk of white hair which was swung over to the right side. A tiny droplet of blood dribbled from the gunshot wound on the nose and found its place in the corner of the mouth.
But despite being penetrated the figure still remained standing, it seemed like it hadn't even noticed the bullet in its forehead.
-Where in hell have I ended up - the stranger chuckled out loud turning its bleeding head to look around the room.
-Quite a lovely shithole you've got goin’ round in
here - a tenor voice vibrated around the room, quite cocky in its mannerisms.
The man wielding the just fired gun without a moment's hesitation, swiftly pulled the hammer back and immediately shot once again. The bullet went through the just inflicted earlier wound, this time knocking the trespasser off his feet. The gunner quickly jumped towards the man, restraining his wrists and ankles with cold metal which was a powerful alloy able to withstand enormous amounts of force. The stranger didn't even try to put up a fight as if accepting his fate, which got on the cat-eyed man's nerves although intriguing him greatly as well. He decided to use a tranquilizer hidden beneath his glove in order to give him time to prepare everything and welcome his guest the proper way.
-I see you've finally woken up. Open your eyes, no point in trying to fool me, I'll see right through any of your tricks.- the soldier pointed two top fingers of one hand at the prisoner as if elevating his point.
-Only the two of us now..- he looked intensively at the man who was pinned by wrists and legs to a vertically standing, solid metal table.
The stranger lifted up his head and looked him up and down, analysing every tiny detail, how his captivator moved, the mannerisms, how he gesticulated expressively, finally resting his sight at the cold, you could say, woman-like eyes that sparked with excitement.
The prisoner tugged on his restraints feeling the soreness in his bare wrists, a jolt of coldness went through his whole naked body leaving goosebumps behind.
-It's no use, your body is still under the drug's influence, not to mention the specialised cuffs which numb your nervous system, making you unable to gather strength you would need to break free.- the man grinned slightly, did a full turn to face his subject, his hands imitating a gun and fired a few times in the air.
-My name is “Revolver” Ocelot.-his eyes squinted slightly.
-Dante Sparda at your disposal..- his words were suddenly cut as two bullets went right through his chest, right above one of the few scars presented on the man's sunkissed skin.
-Ouch! That hurts you know.- Dante blurred out disapprovingly, but it almost felt like he was joking rather than being truly mad.
-This is an interrogation and you.. will tell me everything I want to know. - Ocelot began spinning two handguns in his hands, switching their places and flicking them in the air, cooling them off.
-Impressive work. Two Coil M-1991's with customized wooden handles and muzzle compensators. But it still doesn't explain how you fired them at such high rates..
-Well, let’s start the interrogation, shall we?- the man spread his arms wide open and puffed his chest out.
-Tell me who you work for.- his eyes got darker and his facial expression changed as if he put on a mask.
-I work for myself..- his voice got cut off once again by a powerful jolt of electricity spreading across his whole body. It lasted quite a while making the muscular man groan with pain. When it stopped the man let out a gasp and cracked a tiny smile.
-Ready to go again?- Ocelot pushed a button once more sending electrical impulses to his subject.
The naked man's body began sweating, making his skin almost glow a golden colour, defining his muscles. After the faze his face was all red and his torso and thighs felt like they were burning up.
-Hah..Won't let me rest, will you. Good grief, could ya scratch my leg? It's bothering me a lot. - Dante said simply only being a bit short for breath as if he didn't just get electrocuted two times in a row.
Ocelot made his way to the metal contraption really close to where his prisoner was hanging. He pulled out a pocket knife from behind his back, which he had just sharpened whilst waiting for Dante to wake up.
With a precise and steady hand he put it up against the soft skin of the man's outer thigh and slid it in deep, slowly pulling it towards the inner thigh just next to the knee. Thick, hot blood has mixed with the man's sweat and glode down his leg making smaller and lighter blood branches along the way.
The incision was gaping, chunks of fat tissue and muscle reminded the soldier of the scrambled eggs he would receive in the military canteen.
He felt bile in the throat at first but the feeling was quickly replaced by the sweet taste of saliva storing in his mouth. He licked his lower lip and swallowed and looked up at Dante. His face was priceless. His eyes went all glassy making his long thick eyelashes stick to each other, his white hair sticking to his paler complexion making tiny waves. His lips formed a wry smile which sent tingles up Ocelot's spine.
Ocelot delicately put his middle finger inside the cut and traced along the thick groove making Dante muffle and groan with pain.
-T..Thanks just what I needed.- he managed to whisper through his clenched teeth. He kept his eyes squinted so as to not let sweat get into his eyes and blind him even further.
-We are only getting started.- he replied softly. He caressed Dante's thigh delicately then suddenly switched and groped it hard, putting his thumb deep into the wound. The man moaned from pain, his muscles convulsing involuntarily only putting the finger further into him.
Seeing the more muscled man squirming under him gave him a sick kind of pleasure, he wanted more, he NEEDED more.
Ocelot turned away from the injured man, then with a half turn he gave a powerful strike to the man's bare abdomen, he was utterly sick of those shiny abs that seemed to judge his every move.
-They need a bit of polishing, don't you think?- Ocelot grabbed his waist greedily with both hands and then slid them down to reach for a knife.
The man flinched when the cold blade touched his skin which highly satisfied its holder. He put it almost parallel to the body and slowly scraped along the skin taking thin slices off. Dante flexed and contracted his lower body in an attempt of escape but his oppressor grabbed his waist tightly with his free hand and pulled to himself in order to continue his work
-W-what are you doing..- Dante whimpered with protest, turning his head to the side Ocelot could see the man's ears and neck get red and his bleeding lip open slightly.
The soldier traced along muscle lines with the tip of his weapon leaving a bloody trace behind. Not receiving a reaction irritated him so starting from the belly button he thrusted his knife into the body and pulled it up all the way to the man's left armpit. Doing so made Dante let out an agitating scream which quickly turned into a muffled whimper when Ocelot traced back along the wound making sure to grind the edges, enlarging the slit. Lots of thick red substance started flowing out of the wound going down the man's legs and dripping on the floor.
-Let's get you clean. - Ocelot said paternally and disappeared from Dante's vision. A moment later he was met with freezing cold water soaking his body. Ocelot was standing with an empty metal bucket watching as the fluid was mixing with blood and sliding off of Dante's skin.
He admired his own work for a while and grinned, his eyes reflecting the amount of pleasure he took from it. Next he took off his full red gloves and picked up a large surgical needle, pinched the skin on the shivering man's belly and started sewing shut the wound he had just made. Dante twitched under the unusually hot hands touching his wet chilly body, he felt a jolt of warmth in his lower belly.
Ocelot liked the blood, the soothing smell and solely its deep red colour, the same colour Dante's coat was. And as much as he wanted to shed more of it, he also wanted to actually see what he was cutting but the down-flowing blood was hiding the whole glorious body underneath. He noticed how his subject gave in to his touch greedily stealing the warmth from his hands.
-Brr... Haven't felt this cold since eating my strawberry vanilla ice cream last week.- Dante managed to whisper with his trembling lips.
Ocelot wishes he could ever get a taste of strawberry icecream, the closest to them he has ever eaten was when he stole half a gallon of beer ice cubes, smashed them and added loads of citric acid from the military kitchen. The least he could say is it burned his mouth and seemed to have left his tongue without tastebuds for weeks as well as a huge tummy ache. He hasn't touched anything sour for a long time since then.
He cut the string after he had sewn everything and cleaned his work with a cold wet cloth. He did not know why he did what he did next, guess it was just natural to do so.
He wrapped his hands around the other man's waist and started exploring his wide back, all the way from the tail bone right to the neck tracing along the defined muscles. He squished his own chest to Dante's and put his right knee in between the wide spread legs of the man.
Dante flinched from the sudden touch and whined, he felt sharp nails break through his skin barrier and cut rugged lines across his back. That act made his waist thrust forward, incidentally making him rub on Ocelot's thigh, his belly hugging the standing man's torso, the shallow yet wide in area wounds sticking awfully to the man's clothes. He rested his head on the white-blond's shoulder and muffled a groan from all this stimulation coming to him at once.
Ocelot pulled away from him, banging Dante back on the metal contraption. His heart beat rose significantly, probably because Dante had just been electrocuted and water, being a great conductor of electricity, must have got on him. He stomped away from the man and went right up to his control center, then smashed a button which sent high-intensity electrical impulses right to his prisoner.
Dante yowled pathetically, ramming his head upwards and hitting the back of his parietal bone. After a full minute of torture he threw up blood and urine streamed quietly down his leg mixing with all the liquids below, drained in the letoffs.
Ocelot waited for a long time observing his test subject closely before drowning him with yet another bucket of freezing water to wash down the stench of a burning body.
Hot steam let off from the ongoingly red body on which big filled blisters formed and burst immediately spreading fluids everywhere.
Seeing Dante all wretched after what he had done to him made Ocelot aroused, the man was so submissive to him and hurting him just simply felt good. As much as he wanted to hear Dante talk he must stay in character, he wanted to be seen as cold and distanced, besides his moans and whimpers were just as rewarding.
-Lets play a little game. Choose the gun with no bullet in it and you get a break, otherwise you get to be fed lead. - A cheeky grin appeared on Ocelot's face just from the thought of handling the two beautiful guns and possibly firing them once again.
-I sure would love to play your game, Ocelot.- Dante whistled weakly through his teeth, looking up at the man with his sky-blue eyes from behind his wet white bangs, that had a slight hint of watered down blood sticking to them.
Ocelot, satisfied with that answer, started maneuvering the two black and white guns, swirling them around his fingers, throwing into the air and retrieving them from behind his back as well as catching them with his foot and flicking right into his hands. It was an impressive show he put on but the best words of putting it is that it was simply beautiful. Ocelot was perfectly using the well weighed weapons, adjusting his strength accordingly to each trick and thinking way ahead to create a masterful composition of prestigitation. Finally, he made them spin at great speed in the air and caught them, putting his hands in front of him.
-Pick wisely. - The confident man raised his head up high, squinting his eyes and furrowing his brows deeply, giving his cat eyes a mischievous look.
Dante had no second thoughts
-The one on your left. - as soon as those words left his shapely lips he felt a striking pain in his right shoulder. Just as molten metal when getting in contact with styrofoam making it squeak loudly and melt around the edges, he felt his muscle tendons warping and blood screaming from the sudden high pressure, gushing out from the wound.
It didn't seem to impress him, the only slightest indication of a reaction was the wan look he gave him. Excitement goosebumps crawled up Ocelot's back, making the short hairs on his neck stand up.
-You knew which one had the bullet in it. - it was more of a statement than a question.
- Impressive.- Ocelot lowered his voice both with its tone and volume making the praise echo in Dante's brain.
The slender man got closer, mesmerized by the crimson shine of the fluid, his way of walking was smooth, like a round stone gliding on the icy surface of a frozen lake. A bright light was hitting the man from behind, blinding the bound man. The light's rays were showcasing Ocelot's figure in such a way that made his shoulders wider but from waist down he appeared thinner, his face hidden in the shadows undoubtedly grinning.