tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When; Thursday afternoon, Nov. 8th
Rating; R (for pantsless pirate)
Characters; Jack

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Summary; Sands insists that Jack come over to his apartment to experience the finer aspects of the futuristic/sci-fi curse.
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Just making his way to Sands apartment was a harrowing experience for Jack. Sidewalks moved, cars and hoverboards flew by, televisions were everywhere and even the doors spoke to him as they opened themselves for him to pass through. Jack was certainly an adaptable man and brave when it was absolutely called for, but he would much prefer to simply hide and wait this curse out. Far too much was beyond his understanding all at once. This was a lot of progress to take in.

He knocked at Sands' door which began speaking to him and asking his purpose.
"Shut it, you horrible, noisy egress! I wish to talk with your master! Sands! Sands! Bloody open up!"

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Sands' evil laughter is heard from within. The Door opens up for Jack and makes orgasm sounds as he passes through, thanking him for 'comming'. The agent has spent all morning personalizing the programs. Once inside the place smells like gourmet cooking and everything is on at once.
Cat lays sprawled on it's back as a tiny machine patrols up and down it's tummy, combing the fur and searching for fleas. Ones and Zeros cover every inch of the walls. Sands has made it touch sensitive and completely alarmed but didn't bother to hide this program. A tape worm couldn't get in here without him knowing about it now and better yet Sands can see every little detail through sonar that the wall is putting out and shooting into his brain meats. Things may lack color but Sands can see better then he ever has.

Every high tech gun imaginable covers his new clear plastic furniture. His simple lap top seems to have grown a full Navi that covers most of the wall. Sands sits, playing with his new toys.
"I think she likes you, Jacki."

The door's apparent climax catches Jack off guard. His brows furrow and his head tilts as he walks in just a bit more slowly. The pirate turns to examine the area of the door and try to find the woman who had been so pleased with his arrival, but there's none to find. This day is infuriatingly frustrating.

"So it would seem."

He looks around at the thing attacking the hideous cat, the moving numbers on the walls and the goliath of a computer.

"This place is the most horrifying yet today."

Sands tilts his head at Jack, much the same way. He seems to be staring at Jack. More disturbingly at Jack's crotch.
"Huh."

With eyebrows raised he turns his attention back to the pirate's face.
"Don't you look ragamuffin today. Wanna drink?"
Without waiting for an answer Sands fetches a cube from the kitchen, plopping it inside a whiskey glass with a clink and holding it under a machine in the wall that pours water on it. The cube is covered with liquid and makes an almost inaudible 'blop' sound as it spreads, turning brown. When Sands walks to Jack, holding the glass out to him it smells like spiced rum.

Jack stares at Sands, then down at his own groin, then back at his blind friend. Surely the man is just screwing with his head.

He's still standing in somewhat stunned confusion when a drink is handed over to him. The Captain sniffs at it, dips the tip of his tongue into the glass, then begins drinking. Some strange and awful magic is afoot here, but at least it saw fit to give him rum. Whatever devil has hold of the city today, it favors Sands.

"I wouldn't imagine I 'look' much if any way at all to you, Sheldon."

Sands laughs and fixes himself a bourbon in much the same way.
"Right. Silly fucking habit of mine. What do you think the odds are of me being able to keep my apartment like this?"

Sands stands in front of Jack, shooting the shit, but keeping his face pointed at the pirate as they talk. Sands usually keeps 'eye contact' out of habit so it's not completely weird of him but he's not turning one ear toward Jack during the conversation like he had been lately. While the pirate answers him he uses the pad of his thumb to wipe just under Jack's eye, head tilted a bit back and being careful.
He rubs his thumb and pointer together before showing Jack the errant eyelash there.
"Make a wish."

"So little stays as it is after a curse. I suppose you could appeal to the City's gods. Perhaps barter with them to keep this death trap all to yourself."

Surely drinking more will make all of this strangeness more tolerable. Jack takes long sips from the glass he was given, going through the rum quite quickly despite the vague concern that it may be poisonous. He can tell Sands isn't quite his usual self, but he's unable to put his finger on the change. That is, until Sands puts a finger on him.

Jack takes hold of Sands hand and looks at the eyelash.
"You can see? ... How's that exactly? You have no eyes, mate. That's strong magic."
Still, he blows the lash away and honestly wishes for Sands to get to keep whatever odd powers are haunting the place.

Jack will always be his favorite playmate. He could have gone all day hinting at his new found sight and making the pirate wonder but he only has the one day so he cuts it short with a grin.
"It's not quite magic, Jack. The whole apartment is outfitted with sonar."

He looks for the words to explain things.
"Dolphins and whales use it. They emit a high pitched sound, when I simulate it with a computer it's called a ping. This ping bounces off objects in the apartment and creates an imagine. Millions of them so that it's like instead of feeling things with my hand I'm feeling them with the air itself. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

At the mention of 'sonar' Jack raises a hand and is about to stop Sands, but the agent goes on to better explain himself. It still isn't a simple thing for a man with no modern scientific knowledge to follow, but Jack does his best. He's not stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but he is a bit behind the times.

"So..." He puts a finger to his lips thoughtfully, wondering if he's about to say something as stupid as it sounds. "You're seeing with your ears, then?"
Jack tilts his head curiously, waiting to find if he's understood it all correctly. Then his brows suddenly knit tightly.
"Why were you staring at my cock?"

Sands knows Jack isn't stupid but explaining sonar to someone from his time is like trying to explain tv. There's just too much of a gap and nothing to compare it to. Jack looks really confused still but Sands is relieved to hear the pirate getting the general idea despite him not explaining it very well in the first place.

"Very much so. I think the sonar bouncing off the walls gives me a lot more detail then nature does but it is basically seeing with my ears."
He grins then at Jack's next question. The man has his priorities.
"You tuck to the right. Come on. I wanna show you the toilet. It's not gonna bite you."
He grabs Jack's hands and drags him into the bathroom.

Jack knows that Sands can see and apparently it's because the walls are making a sound. He put the rest together himself, though it doesn't make a great deal of sense still and he isn't sure what it has to do with dolphins or whales. He doesn't hear anything at all; certainly not dolphin sounds. He's really just pleased Sands can see him. It bothers him that the man normally can't. Certainly it makes it easier to rob his 'brother' but Jack rather likes being seen. His entire persona and the act he is forever putting on seems a bit wasted otherwise.

Again, the pirate looks at his crotch then at Sands.
"...What of it? ... You can see through clothing?"
He's pulled along towards the bathroom and follows. He had almost forgotten why he was asked over in the first place. He's a little timid as they get to the bathroom and keeps near the door.

"No. Not good. Stop. I c'n walk for m'self just fine, got it?"

"I can see the bulge, stupid. I never said it shed light on the mysteries of the universe. You asked why I was looking at it."
Today dosen't seem to be fun time for Jack even if the pirate can be seen. Sands is much too interested in his own plans to be tortured much by Jack's flaunting and limp wristing. He's not giving the other man much of a chance anyway. And for the record it's not as if he dosen't know where his missing pocket change and lighters end up to.

Sands lets go of Jack's hands, slips out of the door beside him and starts pushing the pirate inside.
"Jack, there's no need to fear the potty monster. I'm right here and I won't let him get you."
This might be more convincing if Sands wasn't laughing so hard.

Often the loose fit of Jack's trousers leaves the angle of his dangle greatly up to the imagination. It hadn't occurred to him that the fabric had shifted up against him. He wonders just how tickled his twin will be if he should become erect during this visit.

He's pushed rather unceremoniously into the bathroom and left backing away from Sands and towards the rather ominous futuristic toilet.
"Look, Shel, I'm hardly going to work up to taking a shit for your amusement, savvy? Much as I do hate to disappoint."

"I'm not asking you to take a dump for me. I just want you to sit on it."
Sands comes after him with hands grabbing for Jack's many belts as he starts to try and free the pirate from his pants. It's really only 30% about the toilet. Sands' goal today is revenge for all the unwanted flirting Jack puts him through. He's the ultimate bad date insisting Jack put out or get out.
He shoves Jack's coat off his shoulders the moment Jack's hands try to protect his pants and they go back and forth like that until Sands has dropped Jack's trou and has shoved him back onto the john.

The thought of Sands ripping his clothes off has occurred to Jack before but in the fantasy versions they were on his ship, or at least in a larger room, and he was reciprocating. Now he's fighting off the crazy because this isn't sexy at all.

Once he's nearly stripped naked --his jacket and waistcoat on the floor, trousers hanging from his boots and shirt torn open-- Jack gives in and falls back to sit on the toilet.

"Alright! Alright! You got your damnedable wish. I'm sitting. I have to say, Shel, this isn't sexy at all."

To make sure Jack stays put with the shock of warm water shooting up his crack, Sands climes on top, sitting in his lap fully clothed.
"That's too bad because besides shooting at each other, this is the way I get my groove on. But seriously- this isn't turning you on?"
Sands pretends to think about this.
"Am I being too aggressive?"

He grabs the remote to the john.
"Now I can't see what buttons do what but I was playing with them for a good hour this morning and I think I know what this one does."
His thumb presses down a soft pink one and Jack's bum is shot with clean warm water.
"Later we'll check your body fat and run some tests on your urine. This thing does it all."
After the jet of water, there's the sound of air as the toilet dries his derriere.

Jealous and annoyed, Jack has become certain that Sands is only really attracted to Crane. He's not at all sure why that would be, but his twin seems to be aggressively pursuing the constable when he's always just avoided Jack's advances. The certainty that there was nothing sexual going on here is all that has kept Jack from getting excited. He doesn't want the let down.

However, once Sands is on his lap, that changes. As it happens, Sands is being perfectly aggressive enough for Jack, the pirate had just been sure that this was all about humiliating him. Until now.
He puts his arms around Sands. He opens his mouth to speak, but then the water hits him and his hips lift under his twin.

"Bugger..." Jack swallows thickly. That actually was rather exhilarating. Between the warm jet of water and his twin on his lap, he gets hard so fast it makes him dizzy.

Jack was right the first time.
Sands dosen't understand what his thing is with Crane and continues to be sure it's the city doing it to him when really it's not. Maybe Crane reminds Sands of himself and he wants to pervert that. Maybe Sands is lonely for fucking with cops. Whatever it is, Sands dosen't plan to have sex with Crane anymore then he plans to have sex with Jack. No matter what it looks like.
Sands is in Jack's lap simply because that's the only way to hold him down right now. The pirate would easily stand back up and run out, pushing Sands out of the way as soon as hot water went up his bum.

He hid cuffs behind the john but now needs to figure a way of getting Jack's arms from around him before he's overpowered. Sands is perfectly aware the pirate is stronger then he is. When he feels how much Jack enjoys being there he decides it can wait.
"Lets see... tell me what this one does."
Sands pushes a red button that dosen't seem to do anything.

What it looks like to Jack is that they're going to play with Sands toy for a while, but surely the agent will want to have a good time as well. He grinds against his lookalike, waiting for the games to be over and the real fun to start.

"Quite an odd feeling.... Not a bad one, though."

He waits for whatever strange thing will be done to his ass when a second button is pressed, but it's nothing at all. He wiggles a bit and looks over the side, but nothing.
"Not a thing, Shel. That one may be broken, eh?"

Jack reaches between them to grope at Sands' and rub the man's cock. This is an odd game the other man is playing and the pirate wants to get into more familiar territory as soon as he can.

"Hummm."
Sands wonders what's going wrong as Jack's hand feels him up. Sands isn't getting hard and that's going to be really suspicious if the pirate keeps going. He was left mostly impotent after Mexico. Mostly meaning pretty much useless from the waist down. He spent a night with Ran his last time in the city and sex was had. Just not intercourse.
His thumb keeps jabbing at the broken button as he grabs the hand molesting him. The button he's pressing heats up the seat or cools it down. Sands keeps pressing the cool down. As many times as he's pushed it, that seat will be ice cold in about five minutes.

He drops the control and leans down to get it. Using the excuse to be there he grabs the cuff not connected to the plumbing and snaps it around the pirates wrist.

Finding that his friend isn't nearly as excited as he is and that his ass is rapidly getting cold, Jack realizes that he may not in fact be getting any action here at all. Sands is a cruel man. Somehow, Jack is always surprised when his evil twin is evil to him.

His hand is taken off of his 'brother' and his wrist is closed in metal and shackled to the toilet.
"What's this? Shel, I'd rather we not play here anymore. You can shackle me if you'd like, but somewhere else, eh?"

"I'm not done seeing what all these buttons do."
He presses then randomly as Jack is attacked with hot/ cold water to his genitals, air, a lot of beeping, a spray of perfume, and a handcuff to his other wrist while he's distracted.

Then Sands stands up, taking the pirate's hat and placing it on his own head.
".... I'm going out."

"Come now, Sheldon. Surely this isn't all necessary."

Jack struggles, but the functions of the toilet soon have him squirming and flailing. Then his other hand is trapped and he loses even that option. Sands is clearly insane. Jack is suffering for it. He looks devastated when his twin says he's leaving.

"You're joking... You wouldn't dare leave, Shel.. Sheldon! ....bugger.. Why am I forever being left shackled to things in this bloody city?!"

Jack is the only one in this place that uses his first name. And bad drugs or not- this hallucination is his best friend. Sheldon comes back into the bathroom.

"You didn't really think I was going to leave you here did you? Not without the tv on. What kind of a monster do you take me for?"
He bends down to give his twin a quick kiss on the lips before leaving the remote in the pirate's lap.
"I have things to do tonight and can't have your funny little morals chasing after me trying to stop it. I'll let you go when I get back home. But I think there's a Gilligan marathon on..."
Sands turns on the tv facing the john and smiles. He's such a good buddy.
"Toodles!"
And out he goes.

Not only is the pirate not particularly a big fan of the television --mostly due to his rarely being anywhere near one-- but the remote does him precious little good when his hands are cuffed behind him. He stares down at it, then glares at Sands as the man walks out on him.

"..Bastard."

As it turns out, Gilligan's Island is relatively entertaining. However, it's charm wears off after just a couple episodes and once Jack is completely sober. He dislocates his thumb and breaks free from the cuffs. He spends the rest of the day playing with all of the new toys in Sands' apartment, finding things he wants to keep, and programming the door to tell Sands to fuck off when he tries to get back in. It takes hours to figure out how, but he does it. The door talks him through it.

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