forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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"Oh my god, fine," Kaz laughed. He reached down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and setting it to the side before tugging his cargo pants off. He thought it was kind of funny how eager Vaughn suddenly seemed, which was fine with him

Vaughn glanced Kaz’s boxer-clad body over, humming as he did so. Kaz had a lot more tattoos than he though that he would have, but they were a nice touch on his skin.

Kaz took a deep breath, steadying himself for a moment before tugging his boxers off. He was a little anxious about what Vaughn would do, so he quickly reached for the other pair of boxers he had set out on the bed

Vaughn’s eyes widened a tad as he watched Kaz. His cheeks flushed a tad as he glanced Kaz over. It was the first time that he’s seen another man in this way, so he felt completely jittery.

Kaz glanced over quickly at Vaughn, a smirk working its way across his face at the way Vaughn was flushing. He resisted the urge to laugh, instead deciding to pull his new boxers on slowly just to mess with Vaughn

Vaughn covered his face with his own hands, just to try and hide his red cheeks. “Oh lord,” he muttered quietly to himself, feeling more embarrassed than anything.

"Hey, you asked for this," Kaz chuckled, pulling his boxers on to save Vaughn's dignity a little. He began to pull on the other grey cargo pants, still grinning smugly to himself

“I know I did, but I don’t think I was as ready as I thought I was,” Vaughn mumbled, voice muffled by his hands. He lowered his hands away, though, once Kaz was more dressed.

"For the record, you look absolutely adorable all flustered like that," Kaz said, grinning as he finished putting on his pants. He put his belt back on before reaching for the tank top he had pulled out, slipping it on before tugging his boots on

“Do not,” Vaughn argued, still seeming a tad flustered. He ran a hand over his face, trying to calm himself the best he was able to. He moved to lay on his stomach, resting his face in the crook of his forearm.

“Come on, Vaughnsy,” Kaz said, snickering at the nickname as he got onto the bed Vaughn was on. He knelt down in front of Vaughn’s face, smirking wildly as he did so

“Vaughnsy?” Vaughn questioned, his head tilting up with a look of confusion on his face. He then realized how close Kaz’s face was to him, so he lowered his head back down onto his arm.

Kaz laughed a little at how quickly Vaughn looked away, his grin only widening as he moved an arm away from Vaughn’s face gently. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad. At least you’re prettier under all those suits.”

“It’s not that you didn’t look good, I just wasn’t ready,” Vaughn mumbled in a low tone. He tried to move his arm out of Kaz’s hold, wanting to cover his face with it again.

Kaz kept his hold on Vaughn's arm, still grinning to himself. He reached for Vaughn's other arm, beginning to gently nudge it away from his face. "Oh come on, we both know you're the pretty one. I'm just the bony, annoying one," he chuckled

“No, you’re just precious,” Vaughn mumbled, feeling a tad exposed now that Kaz had ahold of both of his arms. He tilted his head up slightly so his chin was resting on the sheets as he looked up at Kaz.

"Am not," Kaz scoffed with a laugh. "You're the precious one, all adorable and flustered like this," he said, moving Vaughn's arms just enough to press a gentle kiss to his nose

Vaughn’s head shook a tad, though his cheeks felt warmer after the kiss. At this point, he had lost his dignity. He nudged Kaz backwards suddenly and moved himself on top of the other. He kissed slowly at Kaz’s neck, taking his time.

Kaz made a small noise of surprise as he was pushed backwards, his hands flailing for a moment in surprise before landing on Vaughn's middle. He let out a slow sigh, his head tilting back a little to allow Vaughn more access

Vaughn chuckled softly against Kaz’s neck, kissing for a moment longer before he moved off of Kaz and got up. “Come on, now. They’ll be here any second to come and get us.”

"Mkay, but you better finish what you started when we get back," Kaz hummed, sliding off the bed and walking over to the other one. He grabbed his hoodie off the bed, debating whether or not to put it on before deciding against it

“If I feel like it,” Vaughn hummed with a slight chuckle. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he watched Kaz before walking over to the bedroom door.

"If you don't, well, I'll just have to help you feel like it," Kaz purred smugly before opening the door for Vaughn. There was a heavily equipped man on the other side, whose hand was raised as if to knock on the door.

"About damn time. You kids take longer than anyone to get ready for testing," he huffed

Vaughn chuckled a bit at Kaz, but scowled heavily at the man's words. "Testing? What is that supposed to mean?" he questioned warily.

"Dunno. Just hope we get back before too long," Kaz said with a shrug. The man in front of them lead them down the hall, and as they walked, more guards began to surround them. Kaz gulped nervously, but he played it off as best he could

(This next bit will be illustrated from a narrative POV, describing what the boys see)

Tenor gets dragged out into the hallway, kicking and biting. The guards handling him have thick leather gloves, a few of them already staining red around puncture wounds. With his mouth already stained red, it takes three of the larger guards to restrain him. One of the scientists comes around to check on him, and reels back, hand dripping. A sickening noise echoes as a finger falls to the ground. When Tenor twists around, he manages to lock bright eyes with both Kaz and Vaughn. With a heart wrenching cry his eyes fill with tears as they manage to muzzle him, falling limp moments later from tranquilizers.

Vaughn walked down the hall, body tense. His fists clenched, and he wondered how easy it would be now to be able to slam some of the guards through a wall. He slowed though once he saw Tenor, a sick feeling flooding his chest. "Jesus Christ.." he muttered.

“Just…Don’t stare. Staring is never a good idea in these situations,” Kaz muttered as they were led into an elevator. The man who had gotten them from the room seemed to glare at them through his shades for a moment before minding his own business

(Still in narrative, as Tenor is knocked out)

In the elevator, the scent of blood intensifies, with the scientist clutching at the hand missing his finger, muttering curses under his breath. Tenor is hanging limp, being held up by two of the guards, blood drying around his mouth. In sleep he looks more peaceful than the boys have ever seen him, looks young and childlike.

One day back and already they're taking me for testing, Jules thought. Can't a girl get a break? She walked with them peacefully, not fighting, not straining, just listening. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts; words and sentences' alike. Never stopping, never quieting. It was breaking her. She longed for a match, or soundless sleep, but she knew those things were far off. She was escorted into an elevator, and there was the unconscious form of her roommate, Tenor, she thought, as his name came to her. There was blood everywhere but she didn't care, it smelled different when it wasn't burning, it intrigued her. There were a ton of guards in the elevator yet no one stopped her when she crouched down next to him. I must look harmless now, she thought, thinking about her sunken and beaten appearance, Let them think that, let them get a nice surprised.