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dieinnafire wanted fic.
... .... like porn.
go away.
don't read this.
noncon.
1881 words. wtf.
"...fire is a purifier, they say," Dietrich talked too much, "If only people knew how dirty it really was..." he curled his fingers and knocked lightly on Radu's chest, right above where his heart should be. "...it beats, you know. But it's a poor excuse for a heart. You already threw yours away, but be glad, Flammenschwert. I'm giving you a second chance at life."
It hadn't been that hard, to piece back together Radu's body. Vampire flesh wanted to heal, it did most of the work for him, he just had to tell it what he wanted. Some new additions had been made as well, since it wouldn't do to have the same make and statistics of the last doll. Of course, this was completely different anyway.
"...I know you're in there, Flammenschwert, stop pretending that you're dead," Dietrich said with disapproval, opening his hand and pressing down. "I know my work, and shouldn't have to do anything with your mind. Do stop being so obnoxious." He dug his nails into Radu's chest, and tilted his head to the side, pressing his ear to the skin. It was hard to believe that there had been nothing more than chips of bone and blood before he had remade it.
"Fine, be that way."
Dietrich straightened with deceptive good humor. The body on the table was unresponsive as he started to walk off. Then the puppetmaster paused, as if remembering something. "...Oh, wait. Let's try something."
"What do you think about when I touch you?" Dietrich asked, running his fingers from Radu's neck to chest, stopping just above the bellybutton. Or what would have been a bellybutton but was now just a pucker of flesh made to look like one. Dietrich did pay attention to his work, after all, and it would do no good for someone to recognize the doll for what it was. "Or do you try and not think at all and hope that I'll go away? We both know how well that works..." He continued to talk, letting his hands run over all the seams and scars on the skin. He had added a few, since vampire flesh hardly ever scarred. Little things he had changed, and wondered if anyone would notice them. Ion Fortuna, maybe, but the stupid little vampire hadn't even realized that his own best friend had turned against him, so the likelihood was fairly low.
"You're mine, Flammenschwert, now moreso than ever. Your body belongs to the Rosencreuz Orden. You have no heart, what else is there left?" He leaned over Radu's body. "... stop being boring, I didn't put all this work into you for no reason." He commanded, almost pouting.
"Fire gives itself easily," Dietrich whispered to Radu, before kissing the prone body's lips. He waited a second, before sliding his tongue into Radu's mouth. Then he jerked back, laughter hiding behind one hand. "Sleeping Beauty wakes up!"
The puppetmaster stuck his tongue out and dabbed at it with his fingers. "...almost got me good," he said, giving Radu a brilliant smile. The vampire was slowly sitting up with the jerkiness that Dietrich had come to associate with reanimated corpses. The nerves were slow to fire, the neurons needed to remember which connections went where. Dietrich moved forward again and reached out, almost lazily, to grab Radu's neck in a loose grasp.
"You're not truly alive, you know. Since you're a vampire it isn't as though fatal injuries are really that fatal anyway," he squeezed, a little, the smile on his face widening as Radu's new body struggled to adjust for the lack of air. The vampire's hands had not quite reached full coordination and helplessly pushed against Dietrich's body. "...I told you, your suffering wouldn't end. Do you like your new body? I tried so very hard to make it like your old one so that you would be comfortable." Dietrich had always been deceptively slender, as he pulled Radu off of the table, reversing his grip so that he held the other by the back of the neck.
The question was really whether or not the vocal cords had not been put together correctly or if Radu simply refused to speak to him. Without letting go of Radu's neck he knelt down behind him, it was almost like a strange hug. "...Flammenschwert, it would be best for you to answer me. Don't make me force words from you." He let the words drop into Radu's ear, trailing his lips against the vampire's ear, discreet kisses were left on Radu's neck. "...you won't like my methods." He told Radu's shoulder, and bit down. The kiss split into teeth, and even though he was not a vampire, Dietrich brought his jaws together with enough force to break the skin. The body beneath him quivered, rocking backward in an attempt to push him off.
"...I'm going to make you scream."
He couldn't see Radu's expression from his position, he didn't catch the look in the vampire's eyes. Which was probably better for them both, as Dietrich lifted his mouth from Radu's shoulder and wiped at the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. "...All you have to do is ask me to stop..." he whispered, pressing his thumb into one of Radu's vertebrae and watching with interest as the vampire arched his back, mouth dropping open and then snapping shut in a grimace of pain. No sound, though, just the unsatisfying click of jawbones and teeth slamming together. "...make sure you're polite. I expect a please."
"I'd ask you to get up, but I expect that your legs don't work properly yet," Dietrich pressed down on the leg muscles, pinching them and studying the reaction. The reaction time was slow, he noted. "So I guess we're just stuck here. Well, you are." Dietrich sighed and leaned against Radu's body, wrapping his arms around the other and then sitting back on his heels. This pulled Radu against him, but also left the vampire in a very uncomfortable situation, back extended with Dietrich's forearm pressing on his windpipe.
Sigh. Dietrich sighed again, before shifting and freed a hand to count vertebrae. "I almost left one out. This one. I could still remove it, you'd live," he gave commentary, fingers wandered down Radu's spine, briefly pausing on the mentioned vertebrae. "I bet he would disappoint you, if you let him fuck you." That was the only warning he gave before sliding a finger into Radu's ass. Dietrich pressed his knee into Radu's leg to accommodate for the now renewed struggle from the vampire. He laughed into Radu's ear, adding a second finger and curling them both. Dietrich was not trying to give Radu pleasure, the fingers were just another reminder of something Radu had no control over.
"... he'd be about this big, wouldn't he?" The puppetmaster cooed, "And sloppy. He's just a child, baron, for all you two like to pretend he's your equal. Did you think that, often? Wonder about how the order of the world worked? Or were you too busy hoping he'd lean over and fuck you?" He straightened his fingers, and a third finger is added with enough force to pull a groan from Radu. Dietrich kisses Radu where the neck meets the body, and proves that while he is cruel, he is anything but unskilled. It is with feigned care that he rocks Radu's body, alternating between bring pleasure with his fingers and pain with the forearm still barred across Radu's throat. Radu's mouth fumbles to make a noise but it turns into a whining moan as Dietrich leans forward, pressing them both down. Dietrich laughs, and leans back, still sitting on Radu's legs, but both of his hands are free now. It is with distaste that he regards his fingers, wiping them across Radu's lower back.
A mockery of apology flits across Dietrich's face, he grabs Radu by the hair, "...you can't be spent already, Flammenschwert. I haven't heard a single word out of you yet. ...You should be able to stand now." The last sentence is added as an afterthought as Dietrich himself starts to stand, without letting go of Radu's hair. "And that was not a suggestion."
Radu pulls himself up, and has barely steadied himself before Dietrich pushes him against the table. "Better. You still won't have any balance," he notes as the baron's hands hold tightly to the table, "But your grip has improved. Faster than I expected, you vampires really are amazing."
"I said I would make you scream."
Dietrich moves closer to Radu, he's looking at a point on the wall before dropping his eyes to the vampire. "But since I'm feeling generous we could stop here. Just say the word..." he gestured, a hand wave that turned into a mocking bow. Dietrich looked down at Radu's feet, the shaking leg muscles and smiled to himself. When he lifted his eyes Radu was formed letters with his mouth. The coordination between his lips and vocal cords was still a little off, though. The puppetmaster watched, amused, for a moment before closing the gap between them.
"Time's up, let me help you," his fingers found the teethmarks he had left on Radu's shoulder, turning the vampire around and bending him over. Radu's body folded a strained gasp escaping him before he was leaned over the table. "...if you're trying to use your fire there's a reason you can't. I just forgot to mention it." Dietrich added, well aware of what Radu's white knuckled fists meant. It is all too easy to undo the belt buckle with one hand and slide his pants down. He isn't careless. Nothing Dietrich ever does is careless. While he's leaning into Radu's body with deceptive slowness, leaving marks across the vampire's back and hips he's also counting down the minutes. He never gives too much, making Radu want it, just not from him. Dietrich tells Radu all the secrets he knows about Ion Fortuna, and how he plans to kill the Empress when he fucks him. The edge of the metal table cuts into Radu's flesh, because Dietrich is not that kind. He indulges in his own pleasure, and whispers a name like a prayer into Radu's skin as his fingernails leave marks. For a moment more he stills, and is silent, seemingly content with contact to any flesh, be it fully alive or not.
Then the moment is gone, and Dietrich steps back straightening his clothes and paying special attention to the belt buckle. He seems surprised that Radu slides to his knees, leaning against one of the table legs. "...your body should be fully functional by now, Flammenschwert, though I am disappointed by your lack of response." His voice is kind. "... oh. I see." There was a hint of genuine surprise to his words as he knelt in front of Radu.
"I owe you an apology, baron. I completely forgot," but the smile he gives Radu is anything but kind. Dietrich reaches forward and brushes his fingers across Radu's throat before sliding a thumb into the vampire's mouth and pulling. "...I forgot something in here." When he withdrew his hand a glimmer of light was wrapped around his fingers, a single wire.
"Oops."
... .... like porn.
go away.
don't read this.
noncon.
1881 words. wtf.
"...fire is a purifier, they say," Dietrich talked too much, "If only people knew how dirty it really was..." he curled his fingers and knocked lightly on Radu's chest, right above where his heart should be. "...it beats, you know. But it's a poor excuse for a heart. You already threw yours away, but be glad, Flammenschwert. I'm giving you a second chance at life."
It hadn't been that hard, to piece back together Radu's body. Vampire flesh wanted to heal, it did most of the work for him, he just had to tell it what he wanted. Some new additions had been made as well, since it wouldn't do to have the same make and statistics of the last doll. Of course, this was completely different anyway.
"...I know you're in there, Flammenschwert, stop pretending that you're dead," Dietrich said with disapproval, opening his hand and pressing down. "I know my work, and shouldn't have to do anything with your mind. Do stop being so obnoxious." He dug his nails into Radu's chest, and tilted his head to the side, pressing his ear to the skin. It was hard to believe that there had been nothing more than chips of bone and blood before he had remade it.
"Fine, be that way."
Dietrich straightened with deceptive good humor. The body on the table was unresponsive as he started to walk off. Then the puppetmaster paused, as if remembering something. "...Oh, wait. Let's try something."
"What do you think about when I touch you?" Dietrich asked, running his fingers from Radu's neck to chest, stopping just above the bellybutton. Or what would have been a bellybutton but was now just a pucker of flesh made to look like one. Dietrich did pay attention to his work, after all, and it would do no good for someone to recognize the doll for what it was. "Or do you try and not think at all and hope that I'll go away? We both know how well that works..." He continued to talk, letting his hands run over all the seams and scars on the skin. He had added a few, since vampire flesh hardly ever scarred. Little things he had changed, and wondered if anyone would notice them. Ion Fortuna, maybe, but the stupid little vampire hadn't even realized that his own best friend had turned against him, so the likelihood was fairly low.
"You're mine, Flammenschwert, now moreso than ever. Your body belongs to the Rosencreuz Orden. You have no heart, what else is there left?" He leaned over Radu's body. "... stop being boring, I didn't put all this work into you for no reason." He commanded, almost pouting.
"Fire gives itself easily," Dietrich whispered to Radu, before kissing the prone body's lips. He waited a second, before sliding his tongue into Radu's mouth. Then he jerked back, laughter hiding behind one hand. "Sleeping Beauty wakes up!"
The puppetmaster stuck his tongue out and dabbed at it with his fingers. "...almost got me good," he said, giving Radu a brilliant smile. The vampire was slowly sitting up with the jerkiness that Dietrich had come to associate with reanimated corpses. The nerves were slow to fire, the neurons needed to remember which connections went where. Dietrich moved forward again and reached out, almost lazily, to grab Radu's neck in a loose grasp.
"You're not truly alive, you know. Since you're a vampire it isn't as though fatal injuries are really that fatal anyway," he squeezed, a little, the smile on his face widening as Radu's new body struggled to adjust for the lack of air. The vampire's hands had not quite reached full coordination and helplessly pushed against Dietrich's body. "...I told you, your suffering wouldn't end. Do you like your new body? I tried so very hard to make it like your old one so that you would be comfortable." Dietrich had always been deceptively slender, as he pulled Radu off of the table, reversing his grip so that he held the other by the back of the neck.
The question was really whether or not the vocal cords had not been put together correctly or if Radu simply refused to speak to him. Without letting go of Radu's neck he knelt down behind him, it was almost like a strange hug. "...Flammenschwert, it would be best for you to answer me. Don't make me force words from you." He let the words drop into Radu's ear, trailing his lips against the vampire's ear, discreet kisses were left on Radu's neck. "...you won't like my methods." He told Radu's shoulder, and bit down. The kiss split into teeth, and even though he was not a vampire, Dietrich brought his jaws together with enough force to break the skin. The body beneath him quivered, rocking backward in an attempt to push him off.
"...I'm going to make you scream."
He couldn't see Radu's expression from his position, he didn't catch the look in the vampire's eyes. Which was probably better for them both, as Dietrich lifted his mouth from Radu's shoulder and wiped at the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. "...All you have to do is ask me to stop..." he whispered, pressing his thumb into one of Radu's vertebrae and watching with interest as the vampire arched his back, mouth dropping open and then snapping shut in a grimace of pain. No sound, though, just the unsatisfying click of jawbones and teeth slamming together. "...make sure you're polite. I expect a please."
"I'd ask you to get up, but I expect that your legs don't work properly yet," Dietrich pressed down on the leg muscles, pinching them and studying the reaction. The reaction time was slow, he noted. "So I guess we're just stuck here. Well, you are." Dietrich sighed and leaned against Radu's body, wrapping his arms around the other and then sitting back on his heels. This pulled Radu against him, but also left the vampire in a very uncomfortable situation, back extended with Dietrich's forearm pressing on his windpipe.
Sigh. Dietrich sighed again, before shifting and freed a hand to count vertebrae. "I almost left one out. This one. I could still remove it, you'd live," he gave commentary, fingers wandered down Radu's spine, briefly pausing on the mentioned vertebrae. "I bet he would disappoint you, if you let him fuck you." That was the only warning he gave before sliding a finger into Radu's ass. Dietrich pressed his knee into Radu's leg to accommodate for the now renewed struggle from the vampire. He laughed into Radu's ear, adding a second finger and curling them both. Dietrich was not trying to give Radu pleasure, the fingers were just another reminder of something Radu had no control over.
"... he'd be about this big, wouldn't he?" The puppetmaster cooed, "And sloppy. He's just a child, baron, for all you two like to pretend he's your equal. Did you think that, often? Wonder about how the order of the world worked? Or were you too busy hoping he'd lean over and fuck you?" He straightened his fingers, and a third finger is added with enough force to pull a groan from Radu. Dietrich kisses Radu where the neck meets the body, and proves that while he is cruel, he is anything but unskilled. It is with feigned care that he rocks Radu's body, alternating between bring pleasure with his fingers and pain with the forearm still barred across Radu's throat. Radu's mouth fumbles to make a noise but it turns into a whining moan as Dietrich leans forward, pressing them both down. Dietrich laughs, and leans back, still sitting on Radu's legs, but both of his hands are free now. It is with distaste that he regards his fingers, wiping them across Radu's lower back.
A mockery of apology flits across Dietrich's face, he grabs Radu by the hair, "...you can't be spent already, Flammenschwert. I haven't heard a single word out of you yet. ...You should be able to stand now." The last sentence is added as an afterthought as Dietrich himself starts to stand, without letting go of Radu's hair. "And that was not a suggestion."
Radu pulls himself up, and has barely steadied himself before Dietrich pushes him against the table. "Better. You still won't have any balance," he notes as the baron's hands hold tightly to the table, "But your grip has improved. Faster than I expected, you vampires really are amazing."
"I said I would make you scream."
Dietrich moves closer to Radu, he's looking at a point on the wall before dropping his eyes to the vampire. "But since I'm feeling generous we could stop here. Just say the word..." he gestured, a hand wave that turned into a mocking bow. Dietrich looked down at Radu's feet, the shaking leg muscles and smiled to himself. When he lifted his eyes Radu was formed letters with his mouth. The coordination between his lips and vocal cords was still a little off, though. The puppetmaster watched, amused, for a moment before closing the gap between them.
"Time's up, let me help you," his fingers found the teethmarks he had left on Radu's shoulder, turning the vampire around and bending him over. Radu's body folded a strained gasp escaping him before he was leaned over the table. "...if you're trying to use your fire there's a reason you can't. I just forgot to mention it." Dietrich added, well aware of what Radu's white knuckled fists meant. It is all too easy to undo the belt buckle with one hand and slide his pants down. He isn't careless. Nothing Dietrich ever does is careless. While he's leaning into Radu's body with deceptive slowness, leaving marks across the vampire's back and hips he's also counting down the minutes. He never gives too much, making Radu want it, just not from him. Dietrich tells Radu all the secrets he knows about Ion Fortuna, and how he plans to kill the Empress when he fucks him. The edge of the metal table cuts into Radu's flesh, because Dietrich is not that kind. He indulges in his own pleasure, and whispers a name like a prayer into Radu's skin as his fingernails leave marks. For a moment more he stills, and is silent, seemingly content with contact to any flesh, be it fully alive or not.
Then the moment is gone, and Dietrich steps back straightening his clothes and paying special attention to the belt buckle. He seems surprised that Radu slides to his knees, leaning against one of the table legs. "...your body should be fully functional by now, Flammenschwert, though I am disappointed by your lack of response." His voice is kind. "... oh. I see." There was a hint of genuine surprise to his words as he knelt in front of Radu.
"I owe you an apology, baron. I completely forgot," but the smile he gives Radu is anything but kind. Dietrich reaches forward and brushes his fingers across Radu's throat before sliding a thumb into the vampire's mouth and pulling. "...I forgot something in here." When he withdrew his hand a glimmer of light was wrapped around his fingers, a single wire.
"Oops."