PSL - NSFW, approach with caution

[primordialice]

- If you're looking to make an appointment to speak with the Administrator, please speak with Ms. Marette at the front desk.
- If you're looking to schedule a boxing match with the Administrator, please speak with Mr. Roussimoff in the Pankration Ring.
- If you have a really, really urgent matter that desperately needs the Administrator's attention right now, please find a senior guard and relay your information to them.
- If you have a new tea variety you'd like the Administrator to try, please leave it with Ms. Marette at the front desk or knock to the rhythm of the first movement of Furina's Benevolence and he will be with you shortly.

All other matters are first come, first served.

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[theblacklamb]

“Is that an invitation?” Scar’s voice distorts for a moment, his second set of eyes forming and his horns spiralling out. He does so dearly want to rip Brighella to pieces.

[primordialice]

"Show me what you've got." Wriothesley wants him to rip into him, tear him apart, do his worst. He's looking forward to it, a lot more than he would have expected to two days ago.

[theblacklamb]

Scar roars with a discordant echo, body bursting into his true shape, and lunges at Brighella, one hand aimed to impale his gut with his claws, the other to grab him by the neck.

[primordialice]

Wriothesley laughs and shoots upward with a pillar of ice under his feet, leaping off it to try to land on Scar's back and punch him in the head. As much as their goals align, he can't make it easy for Scar. That's not what this is about.

[theblacklamb]

Scar whirls, snatching to try and grab Brighella by the wrist, letting the punch land so he’ll have a better window of opportunity. He’s moving this time, fighting him for real, not just standing there and taunting him.

[primordialice]

Grabbing his wrist does actually catch him off-guard - he expected him to go for the waist, or maybe the legs. It's a moment he'll pay for as Scar gets a grip on him, though he does aim a few hard kicks at his arm as he grabs him.

[theblacklamb]

Scar swings Brighella up by the arm and whirls him with all his strength, slamming him into a pile of discarded machinery that bursts and scatters across the floor with a clatter of metal and the sickening crunch of shattering bone. When he pulls his arm back the other way, arcing Brighella through the air to slam him into the floor, a gearshaft from the pile is impaled through his ribcage, having impacted at just the wrong—right—angle.

Scar laughs, wild and distorted. “I caught you, Brigi!”

[primordialice]

Brighella can't help a laugh as he feels his arm twisting and shattering as he slams into the pile of scattered metal. It burns hot and sick through him, the movement keeping the bones separate as they try to fuse - and then he slams into the bar and even that is whited out for a moment by the spike of fire that slams through his lung, turning his laugh into a bubbling groan. He coughs and wipes blood away from his mouth, unable to stop grinning. "You did," he gasps. "You did good, Mezzo."

He begins hauling himself up the gearshaft, hand over hand as it slides out of his body with a sucking noise, like his lungs were already healing around it. He's not going to be down for long.

[theblacklamb]

"Could keep you on a pin like a bug," Scar says, reaching to push him back down and watch him bleed. "Never stop glowing like that." The grin on Brighella's face... Scar almost wishes he could heal the way Brighella does, to feel what that must feel like. "How does it feel, Brigi, through you?"

He wouldn't want to keep him pinned and helpless, really. Brighella is much more interesting moving around. But he is fascinating impaled.

[primordialice]

"Feels - like fire." It's hard to get his breath like this, his lung just doesn't want to respond as he's shoved back down with a moan that's more pleasure than agony. "Like - getting fucked too hard." His hips move like they're trying to grind against air - he can feel how hard he's getting, his pants already much too tight. Well, apparently Mezzetino gets to find out how much of a masochist he really is today.

He reaches beneath him, frost beginning to paint the gearshaft in fractal patterns. If he can freeze it thoroughly enough, it should be brittle enough to break - then he doesn't need to climb off it.

[theblacklamb]

"Oh, you like it, Brigi, don't you?" He watches Brighella's hips move, the fly of his pants strain. He pins his chest down with one huge hand and wraps the other around his arm, ripping it off. "Like being destroyed..." He takes a bite from the bicep of the severed limb again, the living primordial salt of it burning on his tongue. "Torn apart." He curls his fingers, claws breaking the skin and grinding into Brighella's ribcage. "You look so pretty bleeding, Brigi..."

[primordialice]

Brighella hasn't felt this powerless in years, pinned down, impaled not just by the shaft but now by claws. Part of him hates it, wants to strike Mezzetino down and grind him back into the dust to ensure he remembers his place. But the pain - oh, the pain is glorious. His body is singing with it, each breath sending froth bubbling to his lips, the sting of his new arm forming. The claws are better, grinding against his ribs, piercing his lungs in so many places.

"En -" He coughs, another spray of blood spattering them both. "Enjoy it - while... while you can, Mezzo." He can feel his chest healing, trying to suck Mezzo's fingers in even deeper. He licks his lips. "What's your p-plan?"

[theblacklamb]

"Like getting fucked too hard, you said." Scar watches him, the emotions playing across his face. He's going to pay for this later, isn't he?

So it might as well be worth it.

"What about both, Brigi?" Scar is definitely already hard from watching Brighella suffer so beautifully. He takes another burning bite of the severed arm he's holding before dropping it and shredding Brighella's pants off with his claws. He fumbles a bit with his own pants, one-handedly--he doesn't usually dress or undress while in this shape--before just tearing them open as well, releasing a cock the size of Brighella's forearm. He picks up the arm again, using it to smear blood over the head of his cock, for some little lubrication, then summarily grabs one thigh and yanks Brighella's legs open to thrust into him.

[primordialice]

"B-both -" Brighella hisses at the light note of pain as the claws graze his skin under his pants, raising his head to see what Mezzo is doing, because - oh. Oh shit. His body shakes with desire just seeing that cock, even as anger is bubbling up as quickly as his blood is bubbling from his lung. "You b-better -" He screams as Mezzo thrusts into him, his warning forgotten in the blaze of pain/pleasure that sets every nerve in his body on fire. It's too much, too big and if Mezzo stops he's going to kill him.

[theblacklamb]

Scar groans, fingers tightening on Brighella's ribcage till the bones creak. "Fuck, Brigi... so tight, can feel you tear--" He's never fucked anyone in this form before, and right now he doesn't think he'd want to fuck anyone but Brighella like this, Brighella's burning salt eating at his cock and his body healing around him and trying to draw him in, Brighella who can live through this and enjoy it. He pulls back and thrusts in again, seating himself to the hilt with a growl.

"How do you like it, Brigi? Impaled twice?" His voice is rough and echoing with discordance, and he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward again. Fuck, it's so good.

[primordialice]

Brighella's main response is to cough more blood, his breath coming in harsh, sucking pants as he wraps his legs around Scar, trying to shove him in even deeper. It feels like his cock is ramming into his lungs too, pushing everything out of the way except the pure fire sensation of being filled far too full. "D-deeper - more -"

His voice is cracked and ruined, a bare thread, but he can't help begging, even as one hand reaches below him again, continuing his efforts to freeze the damn gearshaft.

[theblacklamb]

“Look so good in blood, Brigi…” Brighella is covered in it, from coughing it up and from his destroyed chest, and he looks amazing.

Scar sets a harsh rhythm, pulling back and starting to pound into him, just like he wants. “Bet you’re glowing inside, around my cock… wish I could see it.” The hand wrapped into Brighella’s ribcage is perfect to brace himself against as he fucks him, breath coming harshly. Brighella’s ruined organs burn with salt against his cock, and it’s so fucking good.

[primordialice]

Brighella can feel the gearshaft creaking with each thrust now, his cold has made it brittle enough that it won't take too much more to break. That means he just has to hold on, he can let Mezzo do the work. Perhaps it's just an excuse to let himself get fucked deeper than he ever has been before, but he doesn't care. It's too good, he doesn't know how his whole body isn't alight with the Primordial Sea's glow, because the pain is exquisite from head to toe.

He lets himself go limp for now, welcoming Scar's cock inside him as it rips through his body, eyes fluttering as he simply lets himself feel. His release will come - right now, there's nothing he can do but take what Mezzetino is giving him.

[theblacklamb]

Scar fucks into him, heedlessly, feeling the tissues heal behind every stroke and then rip open anew. Brighella looks so good, feels so good, and it’s more than obvious the other man is enjoying this too, his cock rock hard and leaking against his stomach.

Scar wants to devour him. And he can, can’t he? It’ll grow back. Everything will grow back. It always will.

He leans down and sinks his teeth into Brighella’s throat, ripping out a mouthful of salt-burning bloody flesh. He swallows and growls, low with a rasp enhanced by the blood searing his throat, “Delicious.” He’s close, now, and the world narrows down to nothing but this, Brighella’s ribcage creaking under his claws as his thrusts speed until he comes with a roar.

[primordialice]

The sound Brighella makes when Mezzetino rips his throat out would be a scream if it wasn't drowned in blood - it's more of a bubbling gurgle as he arches upward. And that last bit of movement is the key - he feels the gearshaft break under him, though he disguises it with a jerk and a broken moan.

His eyes open slightly, just slits, and he assesses, hazy as his mind is - Mezzo is distracted, lost in his shattered body. Brighella can focus, pain is just pain - he learned this lesson a long time ago. It means nothing to his will. The moment to strike is... now.

As Mezzetino roars with pleasure, Brighella seizes the gearshaft, pulling it out of his chest and slamming it upwards, aiming for Mezzo's throat with all his strength, hoping to jab the jagged edge through it. Chains of primordial ice wrap around his limbs and yank him backwards, slamming him to the ground as they bury themselves deep in the floor to anchor him.

Brighella pushes himself up slowly, surrounded by the iridescent glow of his power as he heals, taking a few steps forward before he rests with one foot leaning his weight on Mezzetino's chest. He grins, teeth still covered in blood as he takes hold of the gearshaft. "That's... better."

[theblacklamb]

Scar is distracted, fooled by Brighella's seeming quiescence, and it costs him. His head snaps back with a gurgle at the gearshaft strikes his throat, and he's too off-balance to do anything as the chains catch him and drag him down. He lies there and laughs, ichor spattering from his lips, as Brighella puts his foot on his chest. He knew he'd pay for that. But it was worth it.

[primordialice]

"I can see why... you enjoyed the view..." It is a lovely one, Scar spread out like he's ready to be sacrificed. Not one to be careless, more chains wrap around his limbs and anchor themselves throughout the room, making sure he'll stay down until Brighella is good and ready to let him up.

It only takes a few moments to heal, even for damage this extensive, and Brighella straightens up, wiping some of the blood off his face. "Situational awareness, Mezzo. Bad time to lose it." He chuckles, wrenching the gearshaft out and tracing the sharp end down his chest. "I suppose I shouldn't blame you for taking what you wanted... but now it's my turn." He traces the point of the gearshaft up Mezzetino's cock, admiring the size of it. That whole thing fit inside him? Fuck, he can't wait to feel it again. "I haven't fucking come yet, after all."

[theblacklamb]

Scar coughs, ichor splattering onto his chest, onto Brighella's leg. "You enjoyed it," he points out, voice a rasping wreck from the ruin of his throat. He tugs at the chains binding his limbs, feeling the lack of give, the helplessness of it.

He shudders at the sharp scrape of the broken gearshaft against his cock. "What will your pleasure be?" He can't wait to find out.

[primordialice]

"Sure I did. Not the point." He couldn't let Mezzetino out of this room without re-establishing dominance, showing him that no matter what he did, Brighella was going to come out on top. He didn't want Scar to get cocky, after all. Not when he'd just learned how many pleasures being a good boy could unlock.

Brighella licks his lips. "I hope you can get hard again, Mezzo, because I'm not done with that dick yet." He's here to help, of course - he kneels between Mezzetino's splayed legs, setting the gearshaft aside as he wraps his hands around Mezzo's massive cock, stroking slowly as he leans in to lick his own blood off the head.

[theblacklamb]

Scar groans, head falling back. He's still sensitive from his orgasm, but his abyssal regeneration helps here too, his cock slowly hardening under Brighella's ministrations. "Like tasting your blood on me?" he rasps. Brighella's mouth is cool against his skin, and he shudders.