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[ waterfall ].

[ waterfall ] — your muse comes down my muse’s throat

"Loki..."

Herbert shuddered, his grip on the goddess' hair tightening as her head bobbed back and forth. They really shouldn't be doing this in the lab (again). But the pair had been so excited about the reaction of Herbert's Re-Agent coupled with some of her excised flesh... things just happened.

Things happened a lot around Loki, Herbert was starting to find out.

"Mmm.." Herbert groaned, uncontrollably bucking forward into the tight seal of Loki's lips. The woman on his knees in front of him had a wicked glint in her eye as she sucked his cock, tongue lapping at his shaft and rolling over the tip with incredible skill. He couldn't take this.

She seemed to enjoy how fast she could make him come undone, have him whispering her name like the only prayer he'd ever willingly spoken. Sometimes it found that embarrassing. Right now, he did not.

"Hold still."

Herbert actually pushed her back, nearly knocking the back of her head into his exam table, pressed up against the leg of it. Here he brutally snapped his hips forward, and oh so perfectly she swallowed around his cock, goddammit he was going to come-

The only warning she got was a catch of his breath before he finished, releasing down her throat. He kept her still until every bit of his semen had been swallowed down. Then he finally pulled back, knees about knocking into each other as he looked down at the flushed and grinning goddess in front of him, her thighs clenched together.

"... Let me return the favor."

It at least gave him a reason to lower himself to the ground so he wasn't standing on his shaking legs any longer.

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                                      Blasphemy? Before what God?            A God repulsed by the miserable humanity He created in His own image? 

                          I will not be shackled by the failures of your God. 

                            The only blasphemy is to wallow in insignificance.                 I have taken refuse of your God’s failures and I have triumphed.

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I held onto you with a desperate strength        With everything, with everything in me 

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:;:

The groan that passed from his lips as her hand touched him was not a conscious sound, his shaft twitching in her fingers. He felt hot. Boiling over. Every sensation already too much, sweat dampening his shirt and making it cling to his chest.

And then she pulled him close, forced him inside, and he nearly went weak at the knees. It had been so long, too long, far too long, since he'd allowed himself to enjoy carnal pleasures... and even longer since he'd had such an eager partner. Someone who wanted him so desperately...

"Loki..." he moaned against her lips, forcing himself to remain still for just a few seconds- if he moved right then, he would not last.

But she was begging him, wanting him...

That last string of control snapped and he gripped so tightly onto her waist he knew he was leaving bruises. He fucked Loki without holding back, bucking into her frantically, barely pulling back for a second before he slammed back in. His name was a prayer on his lips, murmured over and over again, unable to stop saying it.

Loki, Loki, tomorrow you'll be Edgar's again, but for today you are mine.

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loki's all sharp gasping, for a good few moments, in the middle of all of it—rushing, hungry mouths, rushing, hungry hands between them. him hard and ready pressing against her slick and hot and wanting, of course she was already wet, there were times in this lab she'd just watch him and ache for it, imagining everything. craving everything. just like this, eyes devouring, his teeth digging into the meat at the top of her breast.

she half hopes he bites hard enough to bleed, half hopes he wants to eat her up. all blood and flesh and viscera under him, right here on this table, where she's nudging herself forward to the edge in anticipation. a way she can angle herself back, one hand set and shaking behind her while the other grasps between them, finds his cock and strokes it against her, the head of him nudging her clit, sitting that aching, hollow feeling low in her stomach.

loki feels like a bruise, in the best way. all blood rushing to the skin. all thrum and throb of her blood, heart pounding near his mouth. of course she was already wet, of course, of course. easier to wrap her hand around the length of him and guide him down, guide him in, her head falling back and that wanton cry that always accompanies being filled echoing, bouncing against stainless steel and brick.

"fuck—yeah." rapid rise and fall of her chest, pink flush sitting high on her cheeks, green eyes sharp and fixed on him. exposed, vulnerable, bare. she tugs at his tie, pulls him to her for a rough, senseless kiss, teeth and tongue and herbert inside her to the hilt. a pulse there, too. consciousness resides in every part of the body.

"please, herbert," in that deceptively soft voice she reserves just for this, whispered against his mouth. "please."

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Your work on brain death is outdated.

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Herbert was quite used to feeling small. Most of his peers relatively towered over him, but even while sitting this Falcone was relatively intimidating.

He adjusted his tie briefly before lowering his hands, flexing his fingers as a self calming method as he approached the man's desk, taking a seat across from it. The scientist, well dressed but unassuming, stared rather intensely at the Don. Sizing him up.

Brute or mastermind?

"Greetings, Mr. Falcone. No thank you, I don't need a drink." He adjusted himself in his seat and cleared his throat.

"I would like to get right to the point, so our time is not wasted. I have been informed that you have an employee that is both alive and dead. My research is related to the subject. I'd like the opportunity to examine them, conduct some tests. Nothing that would end their unlife, of course," at least if things stayed according to plan, "but the insights provided would be invaluable."

"Of course, Doctor. Permit me a moment to speak with him," the thug said with a grin. He slipped through the door, and a few moments of muffled conversation passed before the door reopened- and the Doctor was greeted with a smile.

"Don Falcone will see you know,my friend."

The office was a vastly different visual experience from the club itself. Dark hardwood, white marble, red velvet and gold lace that felt at home in Old Gotham more than the Diamond District. And between the windows sat the Godfather himself behind a desk of oak, scattered with papers and notebooks.

His hands were stained with ink and graphite, his curls a mess, and four long scars ran down his right cheek like his sins laid bare before Herbert himself.

"Doctor West, please- come, make yourself comfortable. Would you care for a drink?" His voice was deep, comfortable. The vigor of a Jersey accent mixing beautifully with the Sicillian flavors of this speech. The immigrant roots and his American experience creating a sound that felt almost..

Harmonious.

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Herbert had already focused back on his microscope when Dan started muttering again. He didn't need to eat at this moment, and food was just fine cold as it was-

"Heyheyhey-"

Herbert yelped as he grabbed onto his chair to prevent himself from getting dumped onto the cold cement floor. He looked up at Dan and scowled- really now? Was that entirely necessary?

The scientist huffed before he nudged up his glasses. "Fine." Dan was clearly digging his heels in, and at this point he would save time just having dinner rather than arguing about it.

Honestly. It was like having a housewife ever since they came back from Peru.

He got up and headed to the sink, scrubbing off his hands up to the elbows before drying them off. "Crab cakes... you didn't kill it with salt this time, I hope." It hadn't been that bad, but Herbert had ended up drinking a lot of beer to wash it down and that was a whole night wasted because he could barely string together a proper sentence.

It did smell rather good upstairs though...

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Herbert was focused. He’d only let the basement whenever he had a shift at the hospital or he needed to shower. Food, sleep, unnecessary with a little bit of Re-Agent to put him back in the zone, so to speak. Tinkering with the formula had shown some remarkable differences, this chipmunk actually hadn’t tried to bite his finger off for an almost full minute after re-animation had begun.

Progress. It showed conscious response. There was always progress.

Herbert was now examining the chipmunk’s braincells under his microscope when finally, upon the third time his name was called.

He blinked a few times, pushing his glasses back onto his face before turning towards his partner. Ah. Right. It had been three days, give or take.

Well, he wasn’t going to stop now, not while he was getting so much done.

“Oh, right. I’ll be up in a minute Dan.” He turned back towards his microscope, already forgetting Dan had been there. He wasn’t hungry, so he didn’t want to eat. Dan could eat without him.

there is one perk to herbert’s inattention, and it’s that dan can roll his eyes as freely as he needs to. after a couple of years with the man he’s learned that any promises of immediate action unrelated to the work are empty. it surprises him that they’re still made at all.

“no, you won’t.” he’s almost muttering to himself, and dan usually considers himself a patient man, but west could find a way to irritate a buddha. it’s hardly the first time he’s had to manhandle him into compliance, but he braces himself for the incoming fuss anyway as he maneuvers past tables and boxes to tug herbert’s chair away from the table, not as gently as he really could.

“the re-agent can wait for thirty minutes so you can come upstairs, sit down at the table like a person, and have a crab cake.”

he’s caging herbert in with his arms, hands firmly on the chair’s back at either side of the man’s head. sometimes how much bigger he is than west really works out in his favor.

“dinner will get cold, the lab will still be here, and i made remoulade from scratch. so you’re gonna get up and wash your hands and come eat. okay?”

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"... Oh." Herbert hesitantly took the tin and glanced it over. "Thank you." He set the tin on his desk and nodded politely. "I'll enjoy one or two of those after I have my lunch. You may sit with me, if that is something you want to do." Make it equal, so she didn't feel the need to bother him about this later.

"Yes, it's 'miss' Dr. West," she says slightly annoyed. "Anyway, since you're new here I wanted to give you these." She holds out a metal cookie tin. "Consider it a welcome present."

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:;:

Herbert had to nudge his glasses back up into place, but he looked the goddess up and down. All these little details, everything about her he just wanted to see, to touch... his hands stroked at her thighs, nails digging in just enough to leave little red lines. Add his own details to her. Change her for even just for a moment.

It was a little embarrassing how fast he'd 'risen to the occasion', so to speak. His slacks were notably tented, at least she'd gotten his belt out of the way. He pulled down the zip of his pants when she asked that question. "Yes," he answered without hesitating, because of course- he wouldn't be all over like this otherwise, wouldn't he?- but he presumed it was one of those dirty talk things that tended to miss him.

He undid the button on his slacks and pulled them down, along with his briefs. His erection sprang up, and before he could overthink this anymore than he was prone to, he pressed himself as close as he could to her, his cock pushing up against her cunt but not inside, not yet. Was she actually already wet? Did she want him that badly?

"God, yes."

He kissed down down to her chest- he really was captivated with her breasts, wasn't he, but what person wouldn't be- before he once again bit her. A bruise in the shape of his teeth, little indents in pale flesh that could only be matched to him. Mark her as his... even for just a little while.

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Suddenly every little thing they’ve done had a sexual connotation. Every time he prodded at her skin was a lustful grope, every penetration of the needle a penetration of a different sort. The realization was almost overwhelming.

Loki had treated their experiments with respect, but she’d also been aroused by them. Sex and science, hand in hand.

He swallowed, hard, before he briefly nodded to her question not spoken allowed. He squeezed her breasts again and captured her lips with his, trying to resist the urge to bite again. He failed, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip briefly before pulling back.

The shirt was coming off. He didn’t have any mobility with it on. Couldn’t explore. Couldn’t see her, in this new light he’d been privileged to have shined on this relationship. Not as a subject or partner. As something far less… professional.

“Let me take this off.” He pulled, tugged at the goddess’ t-shirt and pulling it over her head. A few seams may have popped in his hurry- he’d replace it later. He wanted. To. See her.

up comes that bubbling, quiet laughter that's so typical of her in situations like these—it's pure delight, her little giggle that follows his teeth nipping her lip and his hands squeezing and acknowledging what they're about to do. him being amenable to it. there are few things loki's sincerely vain about, but being able to pull the aching desire out of probably the last person anyone would expect is an accomplishment.

so is managing to get his belt unbuckled before he's pulling her shirt off with utter disregard for its integrity as a garment. "jesus," she breathes, her curls slowly settling into place again as the shirt's tossed aside, that sharp smile slashing her mouth, her bruised lip.

he wants to see her, he'll get to, it just takes her a moment to push her leggings and underwear down her thighs as well, kick her shoes and everything off. the cool air in the lab makes her skin tighten, all those fine little hairs on her body prick up. it won't last long. there's heat spreading from inside, evidence of it in the soft pink flush on her face that travels down her chest, too.

but the most important thing is pulling herbert back into that space between her legs, pressing her lips against jaw, finding her way to his ear to ask, in that musical little hum of hers, "do you want to fuck me, dr. west?"

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"Well... it's not easy to be re-animated." That was the best response Herbert could come up with. Coming back to life was a fight, of course there was bound to be some... interesting effects. He'd conquered death, he just needed to work his way through that particular effect.

"At three exactly." Herbert scowled at the premise that Dan would forget Abigail. Really now, forget his child? Dan cared very deeply for her, he just worked late at the hospital. Why were children so foolish? Other than Abigail.

He knelt down to her level and tilted her little chin up towards him. "Just remember, Abigail- you are smarter than them, and while they're wasting their time playing meaningless games, you're helping me with something so large, their little minds couldn't remotely comprehend it." He poked her right in the center of the forehead. "But you can. Have a good day, study hard."

With that, he got back to his feet and stepped away, urging little Abigail on. She could do it. She could.

"I know what reanimated means..." She mumbled with a smile, how could she not under his tutelage? "I asked why the brain cells that got reanimated looked so angry, they got all big and started bumping into each other and moving really fast." That was likely the root of the aggression shown by corpses that were brought back, the ones that cost a lot of lives through Herbert's work.

She looked up at the tree lined sky, and down to the stone paths of Arkham. This was an old town, a town that no one really cared about, it's rumoured to have weird things happen all the time, however. The older teacher's at St. Amicus' believe that Arkham, Massachusetts needed all the holy help they could get.

When they made it outside the school, Abby stopped, this time she squeezed his hand as she watched the other kids run around and play. They never let her play unless she was the plaything, they avoided her, mocked and bullied her, and nowadays she hesitated to walk through the gate. She never looked this visibly nervous around her parents, or Herbert. "You'll pick me up from school, right?" She asked, looking up at him with that same worried look. "At three? The kids who do after school stuff see me wait around for Dad, when there's an emergency at work... They say really mean things, like how he forgot me..." She believes it until she gets picked up, her anxiety already taking control at such a tender age.

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Herbert was focused. He'd only let the basement whenever he had a shift at the hospital or he needed to shower. Food, sleep, unnecessary with a little bit of Re-Agent to put him back in the zone, so to speak. Tinkering with the formula had shown some remarkable differences, this chipmunk actually hadn't tried to bite his finger off for an almost full minute after re-animation had begun.

Progress. It showed conscious response. There was always progress.

Herbert was now examining the chipmunk's braincells under his microscope when finally, upon the third time his name was called.

He blinked a few times, pushing his glasses back onto his face before turning towards his partner. Ah. Right. It had been three days, give or take.

Well, he wasn't going to stop now, not while he was getting so much done.

"Oh, right. I'll be up in a minute Dan." He turned back towards his microscope, already forgetting Dan had been there. He wasn't hungry, so he didn't want to eat. Dan could eat without him.

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“herbert?”

dan knows the utter futility of simply calling his name before the first syllable’s even complete. herbert is hardly ever on the ground floor, typically only there to sleep or shower; and even if he were there, neither situation really lends itself to getting an answer out of him. dan only holds out hope, sometimes, that for once he’ll cook dinner and his roommate will come up and sit down and eat with him, instead of continually packing the second portion away and realizing the leftovers are gone a few days later.

“herbert.”

there’s no point in raising his voice, either—he’s already heading back down the hallway, leaving a vague knock on herbert’s bedroom door out of habit. there’s the sharp, chemical smell of variation after variation on the re-agent, sterile equipment, cool metal. at least the change in temperature is a relief from the heat of the kitchen. dan’s not the best cook, but for his line of work? good enough.

“herbert.” he finally opens that last door, leaning in the frame, eyes searching out whatever west is up to tonight. could be in that damn mausoleum again… dan takes a breath, dish towel slung absently up over one shoulder. “will you come up and eat something? i don’t think i’ve even seen you in three days.”

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dan trying to explain gay feelings

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How about a little control kink? You strike me as the dominant type who is VERY good with your hands, and always happy to pull your partner's strings where and when needed.

"I can't say I... dislike a little control."

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Erotic evisceration? Immortals had a funny way of showing affection. Were most immortals like this? When death could not touch them, could it expand sexuality in unprecedented ways?

That was more Dr. Cizko's area, really. It would be an interesting study though, when the Re-Agent came to its full potential.

Right there. All right then. Herbert paused his consideration of erotic evisceration to mark the spot with a marker. A tiny black 'x'. "There we go... numbing agent, although you've mentioned it might not be the most efficient, a woman who gets her sternum broken for love won't fight it the most horrible, I'd think."

The scalpel in hand, Herbert paused over the marked spot.

"You're certain this is the correct place?" He asked quietly. He didn't tend to second guess himself... but Loki was his partner in this now. He should look out for her comfort.

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"Death is a disease. The Re-Agent… my cure.”

There was a strange fervor in Herbert’s eyes when he said that, but he shook it off when he looked upon Loki. He rested his hand on her lower back, noting her warmer than average temperature but not thinking too much on it given when she’d already told him of her physiology. The details of her skin, the tattoo, just simply filed away as details of a patient.

“Around… here, should be your kidney… tell me where to stop my fingers, I’m trusting your judgment here,” Herbert murmured, tracing his fingers slowly across that section of her back, prodding and feeling his way about. “We might have to discuss how you’re so acquainted with the exact location of your organs,” he said with a slightly amused chuckle.

“an old boyfriend of mine had a pretty literal interpretation of gut rearranging, i guess. or maybe you could call it erotic evisceration. either way, i was his dream girl, so i got used to it.” she’ll never forget one of the first, most blindingly romantic things he’d ever said to her—you know what all i can do to a girl like you? “he used to know the exact right spot to crack my sternum to get to my heart without damaging it. now that’s love.”

admittedly, loki lets dr. west search a little longer than absolutely necessary; he passes the right spot over twice, but she’s a little fixated on the feeling of nitrile-gloved fingers, and the more than fond memories that have just been brought up. she can imagine if he was in dr. west’s position, the interesting route he’d take to get at her coccyx, the clean snap of bone with the press of his thumb...

“right there,” she finally says as herbert’s fingers trace over the right spot one more time. loki can’t lay here and just get a free massage and reminisce, can she? “maybe a centimeter lower.”

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He's definitely into tying up people

Accurate. He won't say it aloud but accurate.

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do you have a needle kink?

"I don't find them particularly erotic? Save for in certain situations."

Loki involved situations.

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Suddenly every little thing they've done had a sexual connotation. Every time he prodded at her skin was a lustful grope, every penetration of the needle a penetration of a different sort. The realization was almost overwhelming.

Loki had treated their experiments with respect, but she'd also been aroused by them. Sex and science, hand in hand.

He swallowed, hard, before he briefly nodded to her question not spoken allowed. He squeezed her breasts again and captured her lips with his, trying to resist the urge to bite again. He failed, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip briefly before pulling back.

The shirt was coming off. He didn't have any mobility with it on. Couldn't explore. Couldn't see her, in this new light he'd been privileged to have shined on this relationship. Not as a subject or partner. As something far less... professional.

"Let me take this off." He pulled, tugged at the goddess' t-shirt and pulling it over her head. A few seams may have popped in his hurry- he'd replace it later. He wanted. To. See her.

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She really was quite short. It wasn’t too often Herbert was the taller one, especially by several inches. New, but not disliked. Herbert allowed his labcoat to be pushed off, letting it fall to the ground in a heap. That almost distracted him, almost pulled away to go hang it up properly… but Loki drew him close, took his hand, placed it over her heart.

It beat like a trapped wing’s birds. Fast. So fast. Like when he took her vitals, but even moreso.

Was she attracted to him during that? When he was treating her like all his other experiments, all his other study subjects?

… And why was that arousing to consider?

His fingernails lightly dug into her skin before he moved his hand over to her breast, his own heart now matching hers in how it raced. He didn’t know what to say. To have anyone- especially an attractive woman like Loki, a woman that would hardly take a second look under any other situation- so eager for his attention. Eager for him.

“I’d say seeing my work can do that… but that isn’t what you’re talking about, not entirely, is it?” He pressed his mouth against that pulse beat in her neck, kissing and still finding a way to feel her racing heartbeat. She was so soft to the touch, he’d always worn gloves while examining her.

He nipped at her neck while both his hands slid up under her shirt, wanting to touch more of her. The motion also pushed her shirt up, but not off. He’d have to step back for that and he didn’t want to.

how could she be so lucky?

to close her eyes was a good decision; this way, she feels everything else. the delicate, anxious way he touches her at first, the excited uncertainty in him. things she expected that are no less thrilling for proving true. of course he's so focused on his work that he hasn't had time to indulge in recreation, of course he's so fixated on it he probably rarely even thinks about it.

it certainly seems he's thinking about it now, if his teeth on her throat are any indication, or his hands on her breasts. he's never touched her so much, skin to skin. her appreciation for that comes in soft, sharp gasping, the same he must have heard when he pushed the needle in. she slides her knee up his side, fits herself against him a little better.

kissing's nice and all. more would be nicer. there's just enough space between them for her to fumble her way to the buckle of his belt, and there her fingers rest on its metal, a question without words. (more?) her pressing her chest eagerly into his hands, her trying to catch his mouth again, his gaze again. would he understand the way she looked at him now?