The Gruesome Twosome

“Wicked Game” | Chris Isaak | Lyric Starters

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“Yes, as a matter of fact, I have,” the Doctor said shortly. “It was not a pleasant visit, and let’s leave it at that.”

Now that he knew the galaxy and rough location of Shazzar, the Time Lord began inputting the coordinates. A push of a button here, quick pull of a lever there, and… “Got it. Oh, and you might want to hang on to something, Nico.”

As if on cue, the TARDIS shuddered and something deep within her howled as she changed course and spun through the Vortex.

Nico quickly grasped the nearby railing. “You’re not kidding!” he shouted, then laughed a little, even as his boot-shod feet scrambled for purchase. 

So many questions bubbled into his mind. Hadn’t the Time Lord stolen this vessel? Hadn’t he failed his test to pilot one? His recall was a little foggy, but he sensed that the Doctor wasn’t exactly in the mood to go down memory lane right now. 

Nico watched the other man move and shift, his agile form keeping his balance as the ship shook. Silence. This...felt awkward. After this trip, he’d never see the Time Lord again. He didn’t want to talk just to fill the void. What would he even say?

August growled at the tall and slender stranger in a tuxedo. He was not going to be some docile pet or submissive sex toy.

Nico sighed. He couldn’t exactly blame the man for growling. After all, he’d been sold a slave. But he was a bit worried about how the handlers would react. Would they let it pass, now that he legally owned this man?

Best not to risk it, he decided.

He quickly glanced at the handler, who shot a disgusted look at the man in chains. “I shall deal with him,” he confirmed. “No need to concern yourself.”

Stepping forward, he moved near the other’s ear. “Relax,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you. We must leave. Just play along.”

“Wicked Game” | Chris Isaak | Lyric Starters

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“Have I?” he asked dryly. “I never wanted you to stay this long, or become… attached. But by all means, do tell as to how I kept you ‘hooked.’”

Nico shrugged, then leaned against a nearby wall. “Well, to be quite honest, it was the sex. The sex…and the pain.” He smirked. “I seem to be a glutton for punishment, in a way.”

His eyes suddenly widened as a thought came to him. 

“Oh yeah–and the adrenaline rushes.” His left hand went up, and he pointed in the Time Lord’s direction as his smirk morphed into a smile. “Like the first night we met. When we were dealing with that human scum in the alley. Now that was a rush. Seems like killing is one hell of a drug.”

The pale Shazzara laughed, then ran the same hand carelessly through his black hair. By now, an intricate matrix of tattoos wound up and around his left arm, ending in a bold flourish on his left shoulder that was momentarily hidden by the sleeve of his shirt.

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“You know what’s fucking funny about all of this?” Nico laughed bitterly. “I never intended on returning to you. It was the other Time Lord’s idea to bring me back here. I think he had considered the idea of killing me first.” His smile faded. “Honestly, there are times I wish he would have.”

His silver-white eyes focused on the lanky suited man in front of him. “Maybe it’s time to end this,” he offered with a sigh, throwing up his hands. “I know it may seem strange for me to ask this, but…just take me home. Please. Back to my homeworld and my own timeline.” He shook his head slowly. “I do not care what destruction awaits me there anymore.”

“Do you require a cage?” asked another handler, “we have a few silver ones available.”

The other handler handed over a set of small keys.

“Collar, wrists, ankles, groin.”

He held up each one as he spoke.

While August was grateful at the decline of the invitation to ‘inspect’ him further, he glowered at his new ‘owner’.

A cage? Quite barbaric, Nico thought. Even though the man was some sort of werewolf, the alien vamp deduced he could handle the other nicely without one. Besides, he was markedly stronger than his six feet tall, 130-pound body betrayed.

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Nico's mouth dropped open a little as the words ran through his mind. Then he shook his head.

"Unnecessarily, vehara," he replied curtly and coolly, reaching out a gloved hand to take the leash from the man's handler. "I will simply take him with me. I am quite satisfied with what I've already seen."

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“Wicked Game” | Chris Isaak | Lyric Starters

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“Have I?” he asked dryly. “I never wanted you to stay this long, or become… attached. But by all means, do tell as to how I kept you ‘hooked.’”

Nico shrugged, then leaned against a nearby wall. “Well, to be quite honest, it was the sex. The sex...and the pain.” He smirked. “I seem to be a glutton for punishment, in a way.”

His eyes suddenly widened as a thought came to him. 

“Oh yeah--and the adrenaline rushes.” His left hand went up, and he pointed in the Time Lord’s direction as his smirk morphed into a smile. “Like the first night we met. When we were dealing with that human scum in the alley. Now that was a rush. Seems like killing is one hell of a drug.”

The pale Shazzara laughed, then ran the same hand carelessly through his black hair. By now, an intricate matrix of tattoos wound up and around his left arm, ending in a bold flourish on his left shoulder that was momentarily hidden by the sleeve of his shirt.

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“You know what’s fucking funny about all of this?” Nico laughed bitterly. “I never intended on returning to you. It was the other Time Lord’s idea to bring me back here. I think he had considered the idea of killing me first.” His smile faded. “Honestly, there are times I wish he would have.”

His silver-white eyes focused on the lanky suited man in front of him. “Maybe it’s time to end this,” he offered with a sigh, throwing up his hands. “I know it may seem strange for me to ask this, but...just take me home. Please. Back to my homeworld and my own timeline.” He shook his head slowly. “I do not care what destruction awaits me there anymore.”

The bidding kept going higher and higher, many of the bidders commenting to one another about the ‘wolfman’’s body and what they were planning on doing with it should they win him.

Most of the comments went unheard up on stage or were in a language August didn’t understand, but he understood enough to raise his head in order to glower defiantly at the crowd.

Nico kept outpacing the other bidders, quickly shooting up his bid card so as not to let the other inquirers best him. He was going to win, no matter what. He simply had to endure, outbidding everyone else until they tired of the whole affair and gave up.

The others were not making it easy, however. The bids quickly jumped up to 75 bars of latinum, then up in increments of five. Nico found himself raising his card again when the auctioneer called out for 100 bars. 

Some of his fellow bidders glared at him, others groaned in astonishment. None of them knew this pale stranger with long black hair and silver-white eyes, dressed impeccably in a black suit and dress shirt. He didn’t appear to need the cane he carried: not as a mobility aid, anyway. He rested a gloved hand on its handle, crafted from polished silver and engraved with symbols none of the others there could read or decipher.

These aliens had devices that had, as far as he knew, told them all about him-they knew enough to chain him with silver-anything else he could have broken out of like it was made of tissue paper. He’d been running from Hunters and then surrounded by a bright light and then he’d been in what looked like a medical lab, being poked at and examined by these aliens. When they’d finished, they attached a silver collar to him and dressed him in a lacy thong. Then, they’d marched him onto a stage and chained him down with silver chains.

The auctioneer used the words ‘wolf’ and ‘man’ and informed the crowd of his breeding ability-hoping that drive the bids higher.

Nico listened closely as the auctioneer spoke. They were speaking some English, enough for the alien vampire to understand that the person being auctioned was male. And...wolf? He raised a dark, thin manicured eyebrow as he looked the stranger on stage over. He’d heard Earth stories of a being known as a werewolf. Were they indeed true? 

The vamp chuckled to himself at the whole absurdity of the situation: why he was even here. He needed a travel companion, that much was true, but he wasn’t about to just pick someone off the streets. And unlike that mysterious Gallifreyan he’d heard of called “The Doctor,” he was unwilling to be a noble do-gooder in order to bring someone into his timeship. A purchased slave, in the Shazzaran’s estimation, would go along with him willingly. If nothing else, out of fear.

Opening bid was 5 bars of gold-pressed latinum. Nico smirked. Such an elevated price. But he could surely pay it, or much more. He raised his bid card high so the auctioneer could see.

The alien shook his head. “Not at all,” he replied. “I usually feed every few days, and that’s to keep myself from getting too hungry. I went a little too long this time.”

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he gazed at the man, then his eyes widened a little and his dark, arched eyebrows lifted slightly. “I just realised…I do not even know your name,” he remarked, chuckled lightly.

Nico’s eyebrows raised. Curious. This mortal (if he was indeed mortal) was offering himself? 

The alien relaxed, then slowly, carefully sheathed his knife again. A slender gloved hand drifted up to his long black hair and ran fingers through it as he chewed a little on his lower lip in thought.

“Hmmm.” He tilted his head and looked at the other. “It is an usual offer you make, but given how hungry I am…I am willing to take it.” His noticeably accented voice softened a little, and his fingers uncurled from the handle of his knife before his hands gradually slid into the pockets of his leather jacket. “I can do it so I do not drain you too much, too often.”

“It’s better me than them.” Noel said with a shrug when the other said that it was a rather unusual offer, but he let out a sigh of relief when the other said that he would take it. Good. Noel was exhausted after their fight anyways. Noel sheathed the dagger as he looked at the creature, still having no idea what he was.

Noel nodded his head when the other said asked if he would still try to stop him. “It’s better than drinking and killing live people…But that doesn’t make it right.” Noel told the other firmly. It was something he firmly believed in. Noel narrowed his eyes at the other, and then an idea came to him.

“Fine, but only if you only feed on me from now on.” Noel, aka The Hunter, had the ability to control electricity as well as accelerated healing. Noel would heal faster. This way he could save people’s lives without taking this one.

Nico’s eyebrows raised. Curious. This mortal (if he was indeed mortal) was offering himself? 

The alien relaxed, then slowly, carefully sheathed his knife again. A slender gloved hand drifted up to his long black hair and ran fingers through it as he chewed a little on his lower lip in thought.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“Then why don’t you rob a blood bank or something? Of course, I’d have to try to stop you. But at least a civilian wouldn’t be hurt.” Noel said as he grunted and pushed himself up, still keeping the blade in his hands. Noel wasn’t stupid enough to allow himself to be defenseless around a threat.

Nico chuckled. “Seriously? You wish me to rob a blood bank.” He shrugged. “I suppose I could. But as you said...” 

His pale, gangly gloved hand was still closed around his own blade, being careful not to let go. His left eyebrow lifted upward. “You would still try to stop me.”