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when they're pulling your insides out

Moving between planes is, in theory, a dangerous practice. Taako has never had trouble with it before; normally, it's like, well, blinking, he's there and then back again, safe and sound.

That's not the case this time.

This time, he blinked out of one plane, but he didn't immediately step into the other-+ something felt... wrong. Like he was shifted or snatched out of the air, captured, and...

... And then he wakes up.

He's strapped down, bound to some cool, flat surface, his chest bare, though he's been left with his pants and undies, which is awfully polite of whoever kidnapped him from between planes. When he speaks up, his voice is shaking, just a little.

"Uh... h-hi, uh... anybody there?"

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At first, there's no answer. There's no answer for several minutes, in fact. But then a door, blending into the wall before Taako, opens, and a pale man with light lilac hair and a purple tattoo walks in. He takes one look at Taako and smiles a little, quirking an eyebrow.

"Ah. You're awake, then. You recovered remarkably quickly from reconstitution. Of course, this isn't going to be fun for you, now that you are." On closer inspection, the man is in scrubs, and pushing a cart. It's not a good sign.

Well. Out of all the things Taako considered he might see emerging from that door, someone in medical getup is quite possibly the worst option... and here exactly that is.

Fuck.

"Yeah, uh, I'm pretty good. Listen, uh... can you just, like, let me go, and we'll just pretend this didn't happen?". He shifts in his bindings, wriggling half-heartedly against them. "I've got some super important business to get back to, you know."

"As easy as that would be, I can't do that." His smile doesn't falter as he pushes the cart next to Taako. There's a sheet over the implements, so they're not visible, but that makes them all the more ominous. There is also a clear bag hanging from an IV stand. He goes to another wall, pressing his hand against a panel and opening a closet, and retrieves a tank and mask.

"I was hoping to not have to use this. I don't know how your body will respond to anesthetic, but it's better than the alternative." He lifts the mask, removing plastic sealing and pulling out the straps. "Hold still, this should work."

"H-hey, uh, hold on, don't I have to, like... sign some papers first? Or, uh... actually need a doctor for any reason?" He's being snarky, but his voice is sharper, raised to the back of his throat, trembling. He turns his face to try and escape preemptively, his ears folded low and against his head in fear. "Let's not, uh, rush into anything here...!"

"Well. I suppose an initial interview isn't out of the question." He tosses the mask onto the cart. It shifts the cloth covering the implements, exposing a handle that looks dreadfully scalpel like.

"What do you call yourself? Your species?" He adjusts the cloth, covering the handle again, and pulls a rubber strap out from the cabinet that makes up the lower half of the cart. It goes around Taako's upper arm, tight enough to slightly restrict bloodflow. Byakuran also retrieves a small but sharp needle, which attaches to the tube hanging from the clear bag. "This is saline, salt water. I'm assuming that will not react poorly to your physiology? Our initial tests showed some similarities to human anatomy, and some... marked differences."

A shiver runs through Taako's frame, but he fumbles out answers the best he can, twisting slightly in the restraints until that needle is pointed into his arm. He freezes then, hanging still, terrified.

"I... I-I'm Taako, um, I'm an elf...? Salt water is, uh, it's chill I guess..." He closes his eyes, breathing uneven. "Uh-- what... exactly are you gonna do with me here...?"

"Elf... Did you happen to time travel?" He picks up the mask again, and connects it to the canister. Turning a valve on the latter just a hint leads to a faint hiss, and he places it over Taako's face, even if he has to hold the wizard's head steady to do so.

"Elves don't exist normally in this time or place, you see. I'm not going to pass up this opportunity to examine you." Already a faint euphoria will be creeping over Taako as the gas - not enough to put him under totally, because that's too much of a risk, but enough to distance him significantly from the pain he's about to experience - takes hold.

His rough, panicked breathing begins to settle just slightly, evening out, his painted eyelids fluttering. His head feels... swimmy.

"I-I was... uhm. Blink. I used, uh, Blink, it's... a spell..." He struggles to think, to get his words in order. "Interplanar."

He's on anesthetic, he's on saline... Byakuran hooks up an oxygen tank from the same closet for good measure before injecting a local anesthetic right under Taako's collarbone. Then and only then does he pull his mask from his throat to his mouth and lift the cloth from the cart's tray. It holds, as expected, surgical tools, clean and fresh from the autoclave. He'd use nothing less. He also starts a recorder.

His hands are practiced and steady as he begins the first incision. The cut goes straight down along Taako's sternum, through muscle and fat, along bone. He uses retractors to open the flesh, and marvels at the sight. "Subject is unfortunately awake for the procedure, as an adverse reaction to being put under is possible. Subject has more solid ribs than a human of a similar size and build, and a slower heartbeat than anesthetic of current level would normally cause."

--!!!

He's-- Taako stares down at the incision with wide, fearful violet eyes, too stunned and drugged to fight, and the pain feels distant, detached, as though he's watching the incision through a screen. His breathing quickens just slightly, his muscles tightening.

"H... H-hey, don't...!"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die." He smiles faintly, visible in his eyes, and turns to get the hemostat, to clamp bleeders. As he turns, Taako might note that his shirt has two long holes cut in it, from shoulder blade to just above the hip.

"Subject is experiencing normal levels of trepidation. I will now widen the incision." As soon as he's done speaking, he proceeds, extending the cut. The scalpel is so sharp, it's like a hot knife through warm butter as he opens first the skin and fat, and then the abdominal wall.

"Interesting." Byakuran gently prods the elf's exposed guts. "Subject has longer intestines than human subjects. Perhaps descended from herbivorous species?" He decides to use the fact that Taako's awake. "Can you eat meat?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

For a long moment, Taako is silent, other than the small, trembling sounds of horror spilling from his lips with each breath, his gaze pointed down at himself; he finally closes his eyes tight, his fingers curling into fists.

"I... I... uh, I mean... yeah...? I-I'm a vegetarian though..."

"I see... That may be for the best." He starts to gently root around, gloved hands prodding. It's probably a weird feeling.

"Subject is... apparently elven, spleen and gall bladder normal, slightly enlarged liver, whether from disease or nature I can't say without labwork." He takes a quick biopsy of Taako's liver. "Stomach... average size. Kidneys, healthy." He sighs. "Oh to have a look at your brain... But I'd have to acquire the machines for that, and even my moscas could not do so unseen... Hmm."

With that, he removes the retractors and begins to close the wound. "Further examination will commence in half an hour." As he says that, he pulls off his blood-stained gloves and places a hand on Taako's incision. The purpose for the slits in the back of his shirt become apparent as large white wings slide out of his back, and shine golden light down. Sun flames lick along the wound, promoting cellular health and reconstitution, and soon it's closed, leaving not even a scar. "Much more efficient than sutures, wouldn't you say?" He lifts the mask off Taako, turning off the gases, but leaves the IV in. There's a lot of blood. Kind of everywhere.

The sensation of Byrakuran's hand inside of him, gently pushing his organs aside and examining them, is utterly alien, and almost makes him feel sick to his stomach-- the stomach that's currently right there, in front of his eyes.

With the removal of the mask, panic begins to settle in anew, creeping slowly over his skin and rising in his chest with each passing moment.

So he's been collected by some... interplanar scientist. The ease with which the incision is repaired doesn't do much to mitigate the horror of the fact that he was just cut open, but it does help at least make him feel as though this guy really doesn't want him dead.

"... what... uh. Can I ask what exactly you're... going to be doing to me then...?" A bit of his typical snarky sing-song tone returns to him as he sobers up, as more time passes between seeing his own guts, the sensation of Byakuran pawing around inside of him, and now. "Like, uh... a-at least a warning would be great..."

"I'll be examining what I haven't had the chance to look at yet." With a smirk, he taps Taako's waistband, and turns away, walking out of the room.

It's a good half an hour before he returns, in fresh scrubs and apparently showered. He's also got a small box in his hands. "Hello again. This will hopefully be a little less... invasive." He sets the box on the cart and starts to undo Taako's pants.

"Yeah, uh... pardon me if I have a hard time believing that."

Taako can't help but giggle weakly, half-heartedly at that claim, a deep flush creeping across his face and ears as he remembers what's coming next.

"So, uh, what's the plan here? Are you just gonna examine me or whatever, and then let me go, or...?"

"We'll have a few more tests to run, all in sanitary conditions. I've had some rooms prepared, they'll be moved here soon." As he reveals Taako's genitalia, his grin fades slightly, and he purses his lips. "Hmm. This is far-removed from human. We'll have to do some more examination." He extracts a tongue depressor from the cart-cupboard and gently prods Taako's sheath.

Taako makes a sound that is very nearly a squeak, his body wriggling as he tries to pull away without thinking.

"W-whoa, uh! Hey there, doctor! That's-- a little on the sensitive side down there!" He giggles with nerves and embarrassment, shifting slightly.

"I'm hardly surprised. Is that a baculum or are you just happy to see me?" He rubs his head before giving the sheath a stroke with the stick. Gotta be thorough, after all.

Taako titters again, the sound high-pitched and thin, but... despite the weirdness of the situation, his body responds, his eyelids fluttering just a bit as that flush deepens, the glossy pink tip of his cock emerging from the sheath.

"Uh, I, uh... y-yeah, definitely a baculum."

"I see." His grin grows as he puts on gloves, and starts to actually handle the sheath and emerging cock below. It's a little more effective than brushing with a popsicle stick.

"Hh..." The more proper, warm contact definitely has a much better effect than the popsicle stick, of course, and it draws a small, shaking breath from Taako, his cock emerging further from his sheath beneath Byakuran's fingers; his face and ears are still flushed deeply with embarrassment, the medical nature of this somehow making it infinitely more awkward than actually just having sex with somebody. The cock is stiff and pink beneath Byakuran's touch, beating warmly with his blood just beneath the surface.

He giggles weakly.

"Mm, uh... hheh, I-I gotta say, um, this is... a lot more fun than the first exam, so far..."

"Well, this is the last test. I'd run a cat scan too but I can't laser the brace off your wrist without cutting the wrist." He stops, seems to think, then shakes his head. "There's too much risk of you bleeding out if I did so. And even sun flames have a hard time with burned flesh, so removing your hand in a way that would prevent bleeding is also out of the question..."

As he speaks, he continues to palpate and massage Taako's penis. Only when it is fully erect does he let go, and pull out a tape measure, test tubes, and a swab from the cart.

Well. The discussion of cutting Taako's hand off would be a boner killer if there weren't someone still actively touching him; as it is, it just leads to a very surreal kind of cognitive dissonance, where his body feels warm, his nerves tingling, while his stomach is wound tight with nerves.

"Uh... let's... yeah, uh, let's not... do that, please," he requests nervously-- and then he sees the new tools that were brought out, and he feels like he's in some very surreal kind of sitcom suddenly.

The tape measure is almost a comical addition, and yet the one he's the least nervous about in the scheme of things.

"... uh. Getting less fun now, suddenly."

"I'd imagine so." He starts to measure the dimensions of Taako's cock. "Interesting. Slimmer than humans, but just as long."

With that done, he takes a swab of the pink tissue of the cock proper, and a second swab down the sheath. These go in two of the test tubes. The last and largest is pressed to the head of Taako's length as Byakuran begins to jerk him off more earnestly.

Taako wriggles when those swabs are run against his sensitive cock and sheath, drawing a sharp hiss of breath through his teeth.

He starts to question what those swabs are even for when, suddenly, something is pressed to his tip, and then there are warm fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him more properly, and whatever words he was going to say are cut off, turning instead into an open-mouthed whine.

"Ah-- uh, um... h'okay, uh, okay with this part, heh..."

"I figured you would be." Byakuran holds the tube steady and keeps jerking Taako off. He has no idea how long it'll be until he comes, but he'll keep going until he can collect a sample. He's taken blood and saliva, he's even taken a spinal tap (not that Taako needs to know about that), but now there's this to collect.

The situation does make it a bit... difficult to really focus on just the sensation of being touched, to truly enjoy this just as much as he usually might, but he does push into those fingers as much as he can, face hot and flushed and lids heavy as he gazes down at Byakuran's hand where it's curled around his cock, stroking it.

However, after moment, his breathing does quicken a bit, his body arching and shifting up into that touch a bit more urgently.

"Ah, um... heh..."

Byakuran notes the changes in Taako's body, and redoubles his efforts. He'd use his mouth, but he doesn't want to contaminate the sample. Instead, he rhythmically squeezes and strokes, dancing behind the head with his thumb, all the while staring expectantly at the formerly sanitary tube placed against Taako's slit.

Well, those fingers prove to be enough when he changes the rhythm that way, and the new pressure makes Taako squirm, bucking forward as, after only a few more seconds of that, he's pushed over the edge, his cock pulsing beneath Byakuran's fingers as it's pushed up and against that tube; he comes at least partially into it, if not entirely.

And then he relaxes, hanging more loosely in his restraints, his eyelids fluttering and breathing harsh as he comes down; when he looks down at Byakuran, he can't help but halfway-stifle an embarrassed giggle at the sight of the man there in front of him, holding a tube up to his cock. It's so bizarrely clinical, such a contrast to what he just experienced.

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