"Do you ever take them off?" He's been curious about them since day one. Call it an itch, but there's something about untouchable glasses that make him want to touch. It's a button with a big fat sign above it: DO NOT PRESS.
"Does it contain the force back? Do you... Wait, can you see through your eyes? " Midnighter hadn't realized there was much more to this than a cool concussive beam that shoots out.
This is not the usual set of questions he gets. Still no resistance to answering, just a pause while he processes what Mid is asking.
"I take them off to shower or while exchanging them for a visor." That's about it, do not push the do not push button he will be angry "My visual acuity is shit. That's largely the result of looking through dark red glass. I have a heightened sense of spatial awareness that is mostly compensatory and improves my aim in general."
"The headache is there unless I'm depowered." Which is fine. He's used to it. Also he likes distraction. "And no you absolute idiot, that means no fucking while I'm actively washing my face. I can leave them on in the shower or bath."
Absolute idiot. That insult just makes him smile like the smarmy bastard he is.
"Good. We'd have to break up otherwise," he teases while his arms leave the drawer and circle around Scott's waist. "So. You like pain. Or have learned to like it because you had no other choice." Said like a guy who also had no other choice.
"What gets you going then, huh? Better be good, Scotty. I don't do light."
"Don't you?" That might be (is) a challenge. "Are you sure?" That might be (is) also a kind of a challenge.
He is glad he used the insult. The reaction's... interesting and an odd kind of relief. Because it's the sort of exchange that's... relatively more easy for him than some of the emotional stuff.
He shakes his head, slightly, though, because that psychoanalysis and the more personal question are harder. He's not refusing, so much as he's hitting a wall. PRobably at least a little of that translates to physical tension and his pulse kicking up some.
"If I gotta help someone," he reiterates patiently. There's not a lot he gets out of it physically. Only the emotional connection it builds, the pride in being that person's support and not their abuser. He's got plenty of enemies already to help with the latter.
Now that Scott is suddenly less forthcoming, though, Midnighter lets his natural gift of gab take over for him. He sizes him up, head cocking to the left momentarily to listen to the man's pulse jump a little faster. He'll try a little red light, green light with him and hope he hits on some nasty things.
"Now personally, if I didn't know you well—Maybe you pissed me off, stole something from me— I'd choke you out first, take you to a private safehouse where we can get to know each other. You'd wake up naked on your knees, hands behind you pulled high enough that if you weren't careful you'd pop a shoulder out of its socket."
As he talks, he listens hard for signs of stress, arousal, fear, anything he can use for and against Scott.
That's the thought that keeps circling in his mind, even while he processes and responds to that. Breathplay, definite yes. All arousal. There's some fear with the arousal at the 'restraint' portion of things, but not any kind of real anxiety.
It's a turn on.
Yes, by all means take away his capacity to do anything else. Better yet, shut him down for a few hours with it all. He's actually got an erection, but mentally?
"Depends. Are you still theoretically pissing me off? 'Cause if you are, I may leave you there cold on your knees until you're ready to talk. And if that isn't your bag, I've got a cane with your name on it."
He pauses there, one hand slipping under Scott's shirt and fanning out over his broad back.
"You ever been caned on the bottom of your feet? That'll make anyone squeal like a pain pig. Forget their own name for sure."
He mirrors that move, hand spreading wide across Midnight's... chest, actually. Not pushing back or away just a point of contact.
"You win." He's interested, but more importantly he's got past the wall. "Rule one: No humiliation coming at me. From me is possible, but better be for a purpose and rare. Okay?"
He studies Mid for a moment in silence. He doesn't give much away but he's a little more relaxed and... trusts the guy just a little bit more. "Are you sure there are plenty of evil doers here?" That part is a joke.
Kind of.
What is Mid going to do if he runs out of 'bad guys'?
"Just take a stroll around the Down after midnighter. There's plenty of fodder," Midnighter assures. "Besides, I don't turn on my friends—well, unless you start killing kids or something. Just don't do that, and we're golden."
"Well, I was in jail for killing an old guy," he says, tone super dry. But, okay, point taken on the fodder.
Maybe surprisingly, Scott has no concerns about... anyone decent's safety with Mid. Or his own safety with him, even though he doesn't consider himself decent.
With a nod, and a little regret pulling away, Midnighter picks the collar and remote up from the bed. It immediately goes into the plastic bin with the rest of Jamie's sex toys. A shame Scott doesn't want to use it on him, but there are those who will, he's sure of it.
"Next?" He slides his arms back around Scott like the smoothest criminal.
He drops his hands on Mid's waist but doesn't hold on or anything of the sort. He's relieved the collar is out of sight, and okay fine, they can do electroplay, but he's not interested in doing it with that particular piece of memorabilia. Find someone else to use it maybe.
"Oh. We were negotiating sex, weren't we?" He remembers. "Are we talking about me hurting you or me being hurt?"
"Me hurting you. Any other rules you got? Because god knows I have none." And unless Scott has been hiding a pair of adamantium claws from him all this time, it's not likely he can do enough damage to make it worth it for Midnighter.
Scott lifts his eyebrows at the unspoken and decides he's gonna leave out the finer details of how that concussive force can be used, when a visor's involved to change the angle, width, height, and duration of the beam.
Maybe as a little treat, later.
"Dislocation's fine, blood is fine. Anything that requires stitches stays off my chest and stomach. Larger scarring marks are going to require permission. Nothing X-shaped. Nothing that is going to put me out of commission for more than a couple of hours." Stitches won't, dislocation won't. Broken bones and disembowelment are a hard no. That kind of thing.
Ding, ding, ding. He lets out a pleased hum as Scott's legs are nudged wider to let him get just a little closer.
"This gives me a lot to work with—no humiliation, no big scarring unless we talk about it. Keep the front looking good. Got it. And you've got no accelerate healing, correct?" he asks.
"I do not. The boundaries I laid down compensate for that. Now, I'm going to assume you have no rules based on what I've seen of you, but I'm going to need you to invent a couple for me."
You function like a regular ol' psychopath with no feelings. Duh.
"Okay. Uhm, no crackers in the bed. We have to spoon or cuddle after sex," he offers poorly. What is he supposed to say? He's let another man break his arm as the guy came all over him.
"I can live with those." Which... Honestly, good enough and he likes the demand to cuddle. Probably. It says things about Midnighter, anyway, even if he thinks he's being silly
"Good." He touches his nose to Scott's, breathing in his smell and chemical balance. The last of the dopamine hits still linger in his blood from Midnighter's descriptive threats.
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Date: 2022-08-03 09:34 pm (UTC)"Does it contain the force back? Do you... Wait, can you see through your eyes? " Midnighter hadn't realized there was much more to this than a cool concussive beam that shoots out.
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Date: 2022-08-03 11:11 pm (UTC)"I take them off to shower or while exchanging them for a visor." That's about it, do not push the do not push button he will be angry "My visual acuity is shit. That's largely the result of looking through dark red glass. I have a heightened sense of spatial awareness that is mostly compensatory and improves my aim in general."
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Date: 2022-08-03 11:29 pm (UTC)"Does this mean no shower sex? What about baths?"
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Date: 2022-08-03 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-04 12:01 am (UTC)"Good. We'd have to break up otherwise," he teases while his arms leave the drawer and circle around Scott's waist. "So. You like pain. Or have learned to like it because you had no other choice." Said like a guy who also had no other choice.
"What gets you going then, huh? Better be good, Scotty. I don't do light."
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Date: 2022-08-04 12:16 am (UTC)He is glad he used the insult. The reaction's... interesting and an odd kind of relief. Because it's the sort of exchange that's... relatively more easy for him than some of the emotional stuff.
He shakes his head, slightly, though, because that psychoanalysis and the more personal question are harder. He's not refusing, so much as he's hitting a wall. PRobably at least a little of that translates to physical tension and his pulse kicking up some.
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Date: 2022-08-04 12:40 am (UTC)Now that Scott is suddenly less forthcoming, though, Midnighter lets his natural gift of gab take over for him. He sizes him up, head cocking to the left momentarily to listen to the man's pulse jump a little faster. He'll try a little red light, green light with him and hope he hits on some nasty things.
"Now personally, if I didn't know you well—Maybe you pissed me off, stole something from me— I'd choke you out first, take you to a private safehouse where we can get to know each other. You'd wake up naked on your knees, hands behind you pulled high enough that if you weren't careful you'd pop a shoulder out of its socket."
As he talks, he listens hard for signs of stress, arousal, fear, anything he can use for and against Scott.
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Date: 2022-08-04 12:56 am (UTC)That's the thought that keeps circling in his mind, even while he processes and responds to that. Breathplay, definite yes. All arousal. There's some fear with the arousal at the 'restraint' portion of things, but not any kind of real anxiety.
It's a turn on.
Yes, by all means take away his capacity to do anything else. Better yet, shut him down for a few hours with it all. He's actually got an erection, but mentally?
Still on' I've got to help'.
"You going to sleep with me after?"
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Date: 2022-08-04 01:15 am (UTC)He pauses there, one hand slipping under Scott's shirt and fanning out over his broad back.
"You ever been caned on the bottom of your feet? That'll make anyone squeal like a pain pig. Forget their own name for sure."
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Date: 2022-08-04 01:18 am (UTC)"You win." He's interested, but more importantly he's got past the wall. "Rule one: No humiliation coming at me. From me is possible, but better be for a purpose and rare. Okay?"
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Date: 2022-08-04 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-05 08:20 pm (UTC)Kind of.
What is Mid going to do if he runs out of 'bad guys'?
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Date: 2022-08-05 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-05 08:47 pm (UTC)Maybe surprisingly, Scott has no concerns about... anyone decent's safety with Mid. Or his own safety with him, even though he doesn't consider himself decent.
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Date: 2022-08-05 08:53 pm (UTC)"Anything else?"
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Date: 2022-08-05 08:54 pm (UTC)Bad boys, good boys, boy boys. Sure. Sex, Mid. You like sex.
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Date: 2022-08-05 09:45 pm (UTC)"Next?" He slides his arms back around Scott like the smoothest criminal.
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Date: 2022-08-06 12:19 am (UTC)That he keeps collecting for some reason.
That he would deny.
He drops his hands on Mid's waist but doesn't hold on or anything of the sort. He's relieved the collar is out of sight, and okay fine, they can do electroplay, but he's not interested in doing it with that particular piece of memorabilia. Find someone else to use it maybe.
"Oh. We were negotiating sex, weren't we?" He remembers. "Are we talking about me hurting you or me being hurt?"
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Date: 2022-08-06 12:45 am (UTC)"Me hurting you. Any other rules you got? Because god knows I have none." And unless Scott has been hiding a pair of adamantium claws from him all this time, it's not likely he can do enough damage to make it worth it for Midnighter.
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Date: 2022-08-06 12:48 am (UTC)Maybe as a little treat, later.
"Dislocation's fine, blood is fine. Anything that requires stitches stays off my chest and stomach. Larger scarring marks are going to require permission. Nothing X-shaped. Nothing that is going to put me out of commission for more than a couple of hours." Stitches won't, dislocation won't. Broken bones and disembowelment are a hard no. That kind of thing.
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Date: 2022-08-06 01:08 am (UTC)"This gives me a lot to work with—no humiliation, no big scarring unless we talk about it. Keep the front looking good. Got it. And you've got no accelerate healing, correct?" he asks.
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Date: 2022-08-06 09:26 pm (UTC)Because... how else do you function?
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Date: 2022-08-06 09:51 pm (UTC)"Okay. Uhm, no crackers in the bed. We have to spoon or cuddle after sex," he offers poorly. What is he supposed to say? He's let another man break his arm as the guy came all over him.
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Date: 2022-08-06 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-07 11:19 pm (UTC)"Any time you'd like a scene, just let me know."
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