museunboxing | PSL for arkfall

[Vash doesn't resist the way Knives forces his head down. Simply wincing and making a soft noise of pain as the new cuts are pulled with the way his back is angled. He can feel the blood dripping down his back and the energy it gives the crowd. They don't seem to mind the way the Knives's arm and neck isn't exactly "right". Instead they are far to interested in watching that tongue lick the cut it has found.

Still Vash doesn't fight back. He keeps kneeling until he's to do otherwise. Although he's starting to get the sinking feeling that perhaps he's made the wrong choice.]

[When Knives pulls up some of Vash's blood is still smeared on his face. He pulls up and stands, looking down at his brother, before reaching out to remove the gag.

That he tosses away, letting it fly into the crowd.]

Did you learn your lesson, little brother?

[The crowd snatch at it. As if it was a fun souvenir to take home with them. Who doesn't want a free gag after all>?

Vash keeps looking down at the ground thinking it's what a good submissive would do as he nods his head.] Yes, brother. I have. I am sorry for disappointing you and embarrassing you like that.

[The crowd starts to boo. Worried their entertainment might almost be over.] USE THE KNIVES! [One voice calls out over the booing and then it starts a chorus of requests.] Strip him naked! SPANK him! Cut him! FUCK HIM! [Apparently the fact that they are bothers are lost to this crowd. Sticking various items in Vash's ass is another popular chant.] Fuck his face! GIVE HIM TO US! [That is the suggestion that makes Vash's blood run cold.] WE'LL show him what a good brother you are to him! [It's too much like home and Knives wanting to show him just how awful the human race can be. It makes Vash nervous. He's been given to the mercy of a crowd before and he really did not like that.]

[Vash can sense the irritation in Knives, but he doesn't give into the desire to smash the faces of everyone in the crowd. Instead, he laughs, the sound of it just at the edge of mania.]

Use the knives? [He asks.] Those knives? Why the fuck would I need to do that?

[He raises up his hand and his fingers morph and change into a blade.

He hadn't been able to summon anything since he arrived, but of course, at this moment he would find the ability to create something from his flesh.

It isn't what he truly wants - which would be to call forth enough to stab everyone in the crowd - but it's the shape of a dangerous looking dagger.]

You all lack imagination if you think I'd have to use such pitiful weapons.

KNIVES! [Vash calls out loud in a bit of a panic. Forgetting about the mental link. Partly because of what Knives had told him of his fate back home. Knives doesn't have much blond hair left. What will showing his ability to the crowd do to him? But also in part because of that irritation that Vash felt. He's scared that his brother is about to attack the crowd to the point that he nearly stands. He rocks a bit on his knees before he remembers where he is and stays put. His heart pounding in his chest, bu it was too late. The crowd had already seen and heard his outburst. Those not scared off by Knives's display are only more than happy to point out that perhaps the lesson hasn't been learned.]

Show us! [They cry out with excitement. Why should they fear these new blades? They're intended for the twin after all is what they think.] Show us what imagination we lack!

[Vash grinds his teeth together. He knows what a stupidly, dangerous game this crowd is playing even if they don't. His muscles are tense and every nerve is on end. Trying to sit still now was hard as he keeps an eye on his brother. Ready to jump up and protect this crowd calling for his blood if he must.]

Please, Knives. [He says out loud in an attempt to correct his earlier outburst.] Perhaps you should correct me a little bit more. Of course only if you feel I should be. You know what is best for me, brother. [His stomach twists saying that lie out loud.]

[Knives lifts a foot and places it on Vash's back, purposely digging his boot into the marks on his back. He leans into it, placing some of his weight there as he leans in. The blade he created ends up pressed against Vash's cheek. He doesn't cut, just yet, it's only enough to make an impression on the skin.]

I do know what's best. And it's so lovely to hear you say it.

[He presses the blade in and it cuts his brother's cheek, more blood dripping down from the wound.]

No more fighting, no more struggle. You'll do exactly what I say now, won't you, little brother.

[Vash makes a strangled sound as the crowd cheers. Glad to see the entertainment wasn't actually over as they had feared.

The former outlaw hisses with pain and leans forward slightly as his brother adds more weight onto his back. He doesn't flinch at feeling his brother's blade at his cheek. Just glad that it's being used on him and not the crowd. When it does cut into his cheek he shuts his eyes. Although perhaps what Knives will be shocked by is that he's not shutting them because of the pain, but because he's trying to concentrate. Concentrate on something he's not exactly sure how to do and may not be doing correctly, but the intention will probably be clear to Knives.

Vash is attempting to give a bit of his own power to his brother. Just a little bit. Just enough that Vash thinks will keep his brother's hair from growing any darker. Of course between not really being sure how much that is he may give giving away too much power for that. Or maybe not enough. Or maybe none at all. It doesn't change that it's what he's attempting to do even as that blade cuts into his cheek.]

Yes, sir. Whatever you say. [Yeah. No. That won't be happening, but Vash gets the feeling even if Knives knows it's only true while they're on this stage a small part of his brother is probably glad to finally hear those words.]

[Knives honestly despises the way his heart leaps over how Vash is trying to support him and at the sound of those words. So much time in his life had been spent craving a moment like this, and now here it is when he would rather not have it - and certainly wouldn't want it while a crowd was watching.

The power is a nice boost, and it lets him form more blades. He probably shouldn't be using it so freely, but he figures that kind of spectacle will appease the crowd.

His arm becomes less defined as they form. He knows better than to give into the urge to turn it on the crowd, instead, they pierce his brother, all along his back, shoulders, and upper arms, drawing out even more blood.]

[Vash didn't exactly want to give his brother more weapons to use against him, but at the moment he is glad that they're just sinking into his flesh and not the crowd.

His willing offer of his own abilities wavers and eventually cut off from Knives unless his twin is able to keep the channel by himself open. Vash doesn't have enough practice to keep it going while his body is in so much pain and distress. He plants his hands on the ground in an effort to keep himself upright. Tears being to fall again as he feels those unnaturally sharp knives cut into him.] Ow, ow, ow, ow. [He tries to bear it all as he starts to feel a bit like his upper half is becoming a bit like a puppet on strings with how many knives are being pressed into him.

The crowd continues to cheer. Loving ever twist of agony across Vash's face. There's even a couple shouting a few helpful places below the belt where Knives should stick his blades into. This is Duplicity after all. If it can fit up a butt (or even when it can't), someone is into it.]

[Knives calls the blades back into himself which leaves open, bleeding wounds in their place.

He reaches out to one of the ones on Vash's shoulder and presses a finger into the blood.]

This is my blood. [He says again, trying to get the point across, yet again, that this is his brother and he won't cross that line with him.

That fact that humans keep begging him to makes him feel disgusted.

He sucks the blood from his fingers again. Vash's blood is still smeared on his face and that makes him appear even more unhinged.]

[Vash lets out a shuttering gasp as the knives retreat from his body. He screams when that finger presses into his open shoulder. Squirming slightly under the pressure. He knows he should be holding still, but he also understands what this crowd wants. To see him writhing in pain.

It's clear the crowd is a bit disappointed that Knives hasn't been unhinged enough to cross the line and give them a real show. Although as Vash stays slumped over on his knees gasping for breath at least most seem fairly sated by the blood they've gotten and the display that they've never witness before. This really had been a treat.]

Fine! Get him to suck my cock! [A random stranger in the crowd jeers and nearly all laugh at his joke.] Show us how well he listens to you then! [Says another. It always seems to come down to sex with this lot. The tone right now is jovial. It doesn't seem like they expect that request to actually be filled. They just wish to torment Vash with the suggestion of it.]

I can do it. [Vash says tentatively over their link. A bit worried about how his brother will take this admittance.] If you can live with it. It's fine. Order me to do that and then I bet they'll let us leave for sure without rioting. [He's certainly done a lot worse in the past.] You could pick someone that doesn't look human? [He's trying to be helpful. Considering there are a few creatures in the crowd enjoying themselves that are not human.] But you don't have to do it if you can't live with it. It just means nothing to me if you do. [Try to leave now and hope that the crowd has had enough, continue to hurt him, or order him to do something awful. Vash leaves the choice to his brother.]

[Knives rubs his finger in more of the blood, mostly giving them something to look like while the brothers communicate.]

You pick. [He replies, as he digs his finger into another wound.] You pick who and I'll call them on stage.

[Vash lets out another strangled sound of pain.] It's a little hard to think while you're doing THAT! [He snaps over the link. A bit of frustration seeping through.] Sorry, I know it's for the show. [Was it though? This felt like it was teetering on the edge of something.

Vash quickly scans the crowd. Looking for the first clearly non human he could find in the audience.] The guy with the black cat ears. Him. He'll do. [Vash honestly doesn't care who it was. It really didn't matter to him, but he was afraid of what would happen if it picked a human out.]

[Oddly, Knives wouldn't have cared if Vash had picked a human at this moment, but he doesn't have the mindset to examine that thought.

Instead, he finally pulls away from Vash and gestures at the crowd.]

I'm not going to fuck my own brother, but we should find a better use for his mouth shouldn't we? So I will pick someone to help me. [He seems like he's considering the crowd.]

You. [He gestures at the man Vash picked.] Come up here.

[Vash keeps his head down and tentatively reaches up to pat at his abused shoulder. Pressing into one of the freely bleeding cuts and attempting to at least slow the bleeding a little bit.

The crowd goes wild. Ecstatic at Knives's suggestion and plenty raise their hand as a volunteer. Including the man Vash had chosen who eagerly climbs up to the stage. Some moan that they weren't pick while others cheer the man on as he smiles at Knives. Looking like he has won some sort of prize, but he waits for Knives's orders for now. This after all was the Plant's show.

Vash doesn't even raise his head as the man comes on stage. Still kneeling where he was until he was given an order.]

[This honestly is the part where Knives has no idea what to do. His emotions are a jump of confusion and frustration. Sex still isn't something he has done, and it's not something he's spared much thought for.

He still manages to seem in control, though. He speaks to the man once he's on stage.]

Would you like to take a seat so that my dear little brother can suck your cock?

Yes please. [It's amazing how quickly a chair is brought up. As if anything they might want or desire is only an ask away. The man starts to unbuckle his pants and unzips himself as he sits down.]

Brother... [Vash says mournfully in a pleading tone out loud. Not an outright defiance just yet, but more a pathetic sound to show that he doesn't want to do this. Looking for some sort of mercy. The crowd eats it all up as Vash reassures Knives over their special connection.] I'm okay still.

Please brother. [Vash says again out loud. He hasn't actually been given the order yet so he doesn't move from his spot. If he can act broken enough he really hopes this will be the last thing they'll have to do on this stage. For the moment he certainly looks the part. Too scared to move without instructions, pleading without being able to say what he really wants in fear of looking like he was talking back, and not even able to raise his head enough to look anyone in the eyes.]

This is what you get for being so insolent, little brother. [Knives counters, his voice harsh. His is grateful that Vashe keeps finding ways to reassure him. He honestly feels weak and lost.

He hates feeling that way. His fists ball up in frustration but to the crowd, it probably looks like he's resisting the urge to punch Vash.]

Now, I found a nice cock for you to put that rude mouth of yours to good use. I expect you to go over there and appreciate it.

Crawl over to him and suck his dick.

[The crowd is absolutely enthralled by the performance the brothers are giving them. They jeer and shout insults at Vash as he looks shocked to hear the command finally come. He takes a moment to nervously swallow before giving his head a short nod.] Yes, brother. [No argument. No pleading. Stiffly Vash starts to crawl towards the man sitting waiting for him with a pleased grin. The stiffness is not as much of an act. Vash wincing as his back and shoulder ache from the short crawl he has to do across the stage to reach where the man is sitting.

He positions himself between those legs that are spread open wide for him. Kneeling up just high enough that his mouth can reach. The crowd's cheers and laughter reaching a thunderous level as Vash's mouth seals itself around the man's cock.] That's it, pretty boy. [The man coaxes as Vash begins to go down further on him.] Show my submissive what happens to those who are naughty. [He reaches forward to run his fingers through Vash's hair. Subtly pushing Vash down further onto him. Vash does his best to not look alarm as the man tries to take control of his head. Worried of what that might do to set Knives off and hoping his brother hasn't noticed.]

[Knives does notice, but instead of hurting that man he crosses his arms over his chest and squeezes them to ground himself.

He hates that he's going to have to watch this, but somehow he assumes if he looks away they'll realize how little he wants to be here. Instead, he watches and, after a moment, he makes an amused sound.]

Why, I think you just called me pretty. [He points out.] Given that he and I have the same face.

[The man turns towards Knives with a pleased smile on his face as he lets Vash come back up for a bit of air.] You are. [He admits with a hum of delight as Vash goes back down again.] Do you look better than your brother under your coat? [His fingers stop Vash from coming back up when he thinks he can't go any further.] I'd be happy to have both of you back for something a bit more private later. [The man smirks and rocks his hips up a little bit. Reflectively Vash beings to gag just a little before he sinks back down into the seat. Leaving Vash gasping and struggling to get his breathing back under control.] But maybe we should see if your little brother can handle me first. [He says a bit mockingly now as he lets Vash go back up once again.] I'm sure you could handle it. [It's not Knives he wishes to insult right now after all.]

[Knives narrows his eyes but he doesn't say what comes to mind. His level of frustration is rising at how this man is treating Vash. He wants to threaten him with losing his cock, but that feels like the kind of thing that would make everything worse for Vash.

And this is already sickening him.]

But could you handle me? That's the real question.

I think I can. [The man grins and for the moment leaves Vash alone to give the blow job as the submissive sees fit.] But you know dominants can't exactly sleep together. At least not without a little help. [He pets Vash's head as one might a dog and it elicits a loud bout of laughter from the crowd. The man seems to be feeding off the power trip for the moment.]

Bring your brother. I'll fuck him, I'll let you fuck me, and may--ooooh! [Vash does something with his mouth this man clearly likes.] Maybe we can even have a bit of fun with some of the toys I have at home. I think mouthy here would like them. [The man moans again as he rocks his hips up, but this time Vash is a bit more prepared for that and keeps from gagging.

It takes all of Vash's willpower to keep from rolling his eyes at the offer. Especially with the man's tone suggesting Vash won't like any toy he has. He really didn't want to talk to his brother while in the middle of this, but he decides that maybe he should.]

Ugh. Not that I want to be involved, but you do have a quota. I'll go if you're actually interested. [Although it takes no effort to tell Vash is disgusted with the idea.]

[A deep flash of rage crosses through Knives's heart but, again, he tries very hard and manages to swallow it down.]

No. [Is the only response he gives Vash through their connection.

He's squeezing his own arm so tightly now he's sure he's going to bruise.]

Mm. As interesting as that sounds, for now, we'll have to pass.

You should enjoy what he can do while you can.

[Oh thank God. The relief that washes over Vash surprises even him. He hadn't realized how tense he had gotten and afraid that Knives might have said yes. He really probably should stop agreeing to things he really didn't want to do.

The man simply shrugs. Apparently not at all upset by the decline to his offer.] Oh, I plan too. [He hums happily.] He's not too bad at this, but I think he can go deeper now can't you?

[Vash doesn't bother responding. He's also pretty sure he can't go lower without gagging. Instead he reaches between the man's legs to fondle the sack he finds there. That shuts the man up.

Or, at least it shuts up his complaints. There's another excruciating long couple minutes of moaning to endure. Finally the man comes without giving Vash any sort of warning. Then to add a bit more insult to Vash's injury he reaches forward and clamps a hand over Vash's mouth when he tries to turn his head to spit.] Oh no you little shit! [He holds Vash's head still as he grins over at Knives.] I don't remember your dom telling you if you're allowed to spit or swallow. You wait until he tells you what to do.

[The crowd starts screaming for Vash to swallow it down. For his part Vash was just tired. Tired and in a fair amount of pain now. It was getting harder to hide his emotions away.]

I can swallow it. [Those are the words he tells his brother, but his emotions speak otherwise. He would swallow to escape this situation, but he really didn't want to. He had the ability to do so, but he certainly didn't want to.]

PSL for arkfall

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Feel free to control this NPC if you want to as well XD

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