TEST DRIVE MEME #24

[penancemods]

Arrival

"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.

It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.

It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.

And so you do.

Darkness consumes you for a second.

Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody with a contract clutched in their uninjured hand that they don't remember signing.

Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples.

If they look at the list in their hand, they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment that details every sin they've committed.

As they move along the queue, they'll find a demon waiting to pass them a communication device that looks almost like a very old Blackberry type phone.

"Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line. This trip is gonna take longer, but at least you get a vacation..."

Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall until they come to a set of stairs. They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a door that's alight with white energy. Stepping through, they find themselves on an island.

There's a demon with striking animal features waiting at the start of a long path where an old castle can be seen looming over a quaint, old village. There's music on the air, celebrations clearly taking place. It's explained that while Lucifer rests and recovers, Mammon will be taking his place. Hell is, for the moment, a pleasurable experience they will heartily insist.

Unfortunately, there is a bit of a trek ahead still. The demon urges them on.


Stand Your Ground

The weather is crisp and pleasant in Mammon's domain. It seems to always be a beautiful day and a beautiful night, no matter what. Sinners should rejoice since this isn't very often the case when it comes to the actual Penance community.

While the energy in the air is as pleasant as ever, it's becoming quite obvious that there are unusual creatures roaming the area. Large dragons circle the woods surrounding the village and lately and often attempt to add to their hoard, other oddities have been slithering out. Chimeras of multiple animals wander free in any horrifying combination one can think of. Deer mixed with creatures far more predatory, bears mixed with wolves, other animals are sewn together in grotesque ways. It seems that with Mammon's attention directed towards the battle, he lost a bit of control over his... projects.

Some are aggressive, others are not. They are all, however, a very alarming show of Mammon's greed and lust for more.

Not to worry! Mammon and his servants will assure everyone that the situation is perfectly under control and that the animals are suffering very little to not at all. He just needs a piece to the puzzle to make certain that these new beasts have a productive, happy life. He will also be offering rewards to those who catch these critters unharmed and return them to the castle for safe keeping.

Rewards may take the form of extra food at the taverns, special rooms at the brothels, or a makeover at the salon and fine clothing to match.

Aside from the projects running around, guests may be delighted to see miniature dragons gallivanting around, no larger than the standard chihuahua but most the size of a palm. Some puff little bits of flame, others carry a slightly poisonous bite, but they're all absolutely adorable... and absolutely escaped the pet shop. To prevent larger animals from eating these little guys up, the shop is encouraging everyone to catch one or two or three. They may either choose to keep the little guys or hand them back to the store for safekeeping and a reward of golden Lucifer tokens for the upcoming Dark Carnival.

That's right! It's almost that time of the year again, folks! It seems like the annual affair will be held at Mammon's domain rather than Penance proper. There are promises of no clowns or human zoos this time around, so... that's a positive, right? A section of the village has been roped off and citizens are busy at work setting up decorations, booths, and a few other attractions such as rides and what appears to be a haunted house in a decrepit old building in the village. Careful! Whatever objects are being moved into the establishment do seem to carry actual spirits attached to them.

Should guests be inclined, they may offer a helping hand, but they will not be forced to do so this time.




Everybody Needs a Holiday

While it may be a little disorienting to not only go to Hell, but to be on a sudden vacation, Mammon’s domain is actually very inviting!

Upon entry, there is lively music in the streets and, worth noting, the demons in this area of Hell seem far more hedonistic than those found in Penance proper. They wear fine clothing, silks and furs, and expensive jewelry. A lot of them have adopted animal characteristics or sport various types of body modifications. They're strangely beautiful creatures overall. Although with all of Mammon's 'projects' on the loose, it does make one wonder if they've adopted these characteristics naturally or if there's something more sinister going on...

Best to not wonder about that so much.

The village itself is quaint and old-fashioned, but everyone seems to be rather pleasant. There may be darker aspects to explore for those inclined, but they are nowhere near apparent on the surface. It's sure to be uncovered later, however...

The incubi and succubi in this area seem to be particularly breathtaking and enticing, but sinners will be urged back on track, should anyone seem to be drifting. There will be time to explore later!

For now, everyone will be encouraged to go to the castle and be shown to their rooms. While they will follow the usual housing assignments to avoid further upset to the sinners' routine, the floor plans will be a bit different. Bathing will be done in communal areas with walls separating the showers and large baths that always seem to run the perfect temperature. None of the rooms will have private bathrooms or kitchens attached. All rooms will have a common area attached to lounge in, however. It will have plenty of available seating for entertaining.

No one will have private kitchens, but room service is available at all hours with anything the sinners could desire available. Maybe even things they never thought they would...

TVs, computers, and other familiar electronics will be unavailable and non-existent in Mammon's realm, but there is a library contained within the castle with fiction and non-fiction from Earth (and beyond) all available for perusing. Devices will continue to function as normal.

Mammon's garden will be available for viewing. In every establishment and all around the castle, there's a cider available freely that seems to encourage a good mood and lower inhibitions. The effects aren't overwhelming, but the more one drinks, the stronger they may become as it builds up. Each night, there will also be an option to attend dinner in a rather grand hall, which Mammon frequently attends. There's always a large spread of food and spiced wines and ales available, as well as decadent desserts and other tempting treats. There's frequently live music or succubi dancing for entertainment.

Overall, the atmosphere in Mammon's realm seems to be focused on luxury, indulgence, greed, and sloth.

[It's recommended that everyone read thoroughly through the new location information as it contains helpful hints on what there is to do while on this vacation! It has a list of shops, animals, vendors, etc. Plus a little bit of information regarding Mammon's land itself.]


Reach Up High

For those who still desire to work on their contracts and remove sins from their list despite the fact this is a vacation, there will be opportunities available! They won't even require suffering... much. Rounding up creatures, saving dragons, or helping the carnival set up are all considered good enough deeds to remove one sin from a contract. This is one sin over all, not per deed.

At least it doesn't require any painful torture... though there may be opportunity abound for that as well, if someone wants to go that route...


Under the Surface

Of course this is still Hell. There has to be something going on once in a while, right? Walk down just the right street and sinners may see delectable tortures being carried out in seedy back alley establishments. Loving cuts with knives, harsh blows with whips while your sins are repeated for all to hear. Even the torture seems to have a hedonistic approach and debauchery about it.

Are the victims truly suffering or are they being redeemed in the best of ways? Those who decide to participate may soon realize that the cider everyone has been consuming seems to add a layer of euphoria to pain and punishments. While this isn't necessarily sexual in nature, it encourages a sense of good well-being after and sinners may become addicted to pain.

The crash may not be too fun though, watch out for that.

There are also other vendors in this area that are offering drugs of all varieties, as well as questionable photos of other sinners engaging in true acts of misdeed, unlike the comic shop that seems to be more embarrassing than not. Perfect chance to get that blackmail of your enemy killing that guy...

There seems to be a new vendor in town too. The figure's table seems to be set up like a fortune teller's booth, complete with a crystal ball and the pungent smell of cheap incense. He beckons those who dare look near, urges them to take a seat in front of the booth. The figure remains in dark robes, hood drawn to obscure their face. The only visible part of them seem to be their hands. Unlike the animal-like demons of Mammon's domain, this one seems to have human hands with sharp, yellowed nails. They offer knowledge in exchange for something you will not miss in return, they assure. What is it? Well, they refuse to say. Nothing important, nothing important.

Ask anything! It can be about a specific occurrence back home, the answer to life, the universe, and everything, or something as simple as what does Lucifer truly want. Keep in mind that a price will be taken down the line and it may not be something the sinner actually wanted to lose. Ah, well...

[For knowledge based transactions, please respond here. If a character asks a question of their homeworld or something in their future, players may assume they are told a bit of information on the topic without waiting for mod approval. If a character asks something related to Hell, please wait for a response. Regardless of answer type, please respond to the thread linked here so that you can later receive a decision on what your character has given up for this knowledge. It may be a memory, a temporary loss of a sense, a year or so off their lives (when they return home), lack of resilience to sin, etc. Please be aware that signing up does mean consequences at a later date... and these may not come from Mammon or Lucifer.]


Follow Me Down

WARNINGS: sexual themes, animal-like behavior, dub/non-con potentials, implied bathroom play, mating.

It seems there's a trickster somewhere, somehow who spiked the cider. Naughty little devil! Those who are unfortunate enough to drink the tainted cider may find themselves developing animal-like traits, such as enhanced senses, animalistic urges, and a general need to be territorial or possessive. They may find the urge to keep to their pack or to branch out and find a new one. This may also result in features, such as fangs or claw-like nails that may or may not retract. Sinners will find themselves reverting back to a primal nature that they may not be able to resist.

How utterly embarrassing!

Don't worry, these effects only last a couple days at most before they will fade completely! Unfortunately, 'animal-like traits' may also extend to mating rituals. Sinners may find themselves going into heat. While knotting or other traits will not be apparent, sinners will find themselves desperate for intimate contact. This may mean a poor sinner in heat will be mated by several lovers in a row as their scent inevitably draws them in, there may also be possessive behavior displayed that results in biting and marking, and others wanting to mark their territory in ways that would make even the most seasoned succubus blush.

It may also mean those inflicted with the heat-like state, will present themselves to those they find attractive as mates or find other ways to entice them to get what they want.


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[handsomefoil]

He makes a low but clear sound in the back of his throat. Whatever thought he had in the moment scatters from the forefront of his mind and plants itself in the furthest reaches of it instead. In fact, he's tempted to shut down rational thought altogether.

But he needs to stay just focused enough so that he doesn't fuck this up. The ports are actively avoided, like hot coals, jerking his fingers back when thinks they venture too close by accident.

It's surreal, like an out of body experience. He feels the punches of arousal in his gut, the jarring of his body, hears the sounds spilling from his lips but it still feels like he's floating above it all.

His limbs shift enough that he can bring a hand around Gabe's hip as it's moving, that need to grab and hold, thinking himself a bit too passive. A finger or two venture in further towards the small of his back, sliding down to see if Gabe would be receptive to it while fucking him.

It seems to slide almost a bit too smooth as one fingertip breaches Gabe's body. A subconscious curiosity drives them to curl a little.

[minuteofangle]

Oh. Fuck.

Gabe groans, dragging his teeth along Henry's neck. In a different moment, he would have bitten down. Left a mark, drawn blood. Made it sharp. In this one he just breathes, moving with Henry. Listening to the man breath in turn. They match each other in small ways and that's either fucked up or somehow appropriate. Whatever's wrong with them, it's spread. It's gotten under the skin.

Case in point.

He doesn't hiss at Henry, or try to pull away. He arches his back and lets it happen, shivering through the ache as he fucks Henry in turn. The demon who had him left bruises, Gabe thinks vaguely. He wonders if this will.

[handsomefoil]

The teeth distract him just enough that he doesn't bring it up. Yet. A surge of something almost... possessive wells up, an emotion he rarely feels towards people, usually keeping himself quite distant. Even with his growing obsession with Gabe, he usually keeps an emotional and often times physical distance from him when they're not actively fighting or fucking or both.

He groans, louder this time, the accumulation of all thats happening starting to overlap and mingle. He forces his arm to stretch, push in deeper and he feels the slick residue of something familiar. It's certainly not his, and it doesn't feel like lube as far as he knows. His fingers curl again, not as if to stimulate but like he's trying to dig something out of him.

His mind swims and he grunts softly, unable to decide if he wants to make a quip or just ride this part out first.

[minuteofangle]

Hah. Gabe groans into Henry's neck, pressing them closer together. He works his hips, fucking into Henry a little harder, a little faster. Keeps up the rhythm, the pattern.

"If you're good," he murmurs, biting off a moan. "If you're good, you can h-have me, after."

[handsomefoil]

Gabe's voice cuts through that indecision like he'd been reading his mind, that slight stammer so unlike him that it excites every nerve. He makes another rough, shuddering sound, nudging his face against Gabe's like an uncharacteristic sort of cuddling that even with a more fond partner would seem out of place.

Probably says a lot more about Henry, more than anything.

"Y-Yeah, I'm-- I'm good, fuck-" Blurted out quickly, voice tight, he vaguely wonders how long he can go. Well, for Gabe, he'd try to keep him for as long as his body would allow it.

[minuteofangle]

The moment has a dreamlike quality to it. Everything’s a little strange around the edges. Not for the first time, he thinks of heat stroke. Of losing the thread and those lines he’s tried so hard to avoid. And then those thoughts fall away with how good Henry feels under him, and how much Gabe wants to bite him suddenly. Mark him.

Gabe drags his teeth along Henry’s neck, his eyes half-lidded. No. He’s in control. This is a choice. This is his choice. No one gets to take that from him.

He rolls his hips again, arching his back.

“Then come for me,” he murmurs, and nips at Henry’s ear. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel.

[handsomefoil]

For a moment, Henry thinks Gabe will try to bite down on him and by god does he want him to. That sharp pain thrumming through him as he reaches climax, mingling together in a twisted way— he has to admit that's also become a real preference lately.

There's a hint of teeth, however. It just barely threatens it and that in itself is almost as good. A low, helpless sort of sound that starts off as a whimper is quickly swallowed, flinching slightly at the nip to his ear. If he could come on command, by fucking god he would, right then and there.

"Sh—" He wishes he had a name other than Rodriguez to call him by, but he'll think that it's better this way when he's back in his right mind. Whenever that'll be.

With the help of their bodies creating friction against his cock, it's not terribly difficult to reach his climax after a few more rolls of Gabe's hips. His hands abandon whatever they'd been doing before and wrap around the back of his shoulders, clutching him tight as he shudders through his release, his vision clouding over as he squints towards the ceiling. He huffs sharply, digs his nails in, but it's not with any purpose. Just a reaction he can't stop.

[minuteofangle]

"Fuck," Gabe hisses, arching his back at the sudden press of nails. It's not enough to draw blood but it's a distraction, that familiar bit of sharpness to draw him further and further into the moment and away from his own thoughts. Henry goes tight around him but Gabe manages to breathe through it, to hold himself back.

Barely.

He holds for a moment, slowing his breathing down, and just presses his forehead into Henry's shoulder.

Fuck.

[handsomefoil]

He holds his breath for a minute, before releasing it sharply, shivering at the tail end of it. Gabe didn't come, something he notices easily enough but doesn't think too much on at the moment as he tries to come down from this high.

His grip goes soft, running his fingertips along the small indents in the skin. The slight tackiness on his finger catches and he suddenly remembers. He wonders if whoever fucked him right before he'd wandered in here made him come and that's why he didn't finish inside of him. Something about that makes him feel like he'd been robbed of something. Best not jump the gun, though, before he does or says something he regrets.

"Hey," he whispers, cradling the back of Gabe's head again. He doesn't know about Gabe, but the haze still lingers for him. He gets a strong feeling that it'll take some time before it dissipates entirely. "You'll— you want me to, yeah?"

[minuteofangle]

Gabe bows his head, leaning into the touch, and sighs. In any other moment, he would've been focused on getting himself off and then bugging the fuck out. In this one he just breathes, running one hand down Henry's side. Feeling him out. He's so hard it almost hurts, but he holds back. He controls himself.

Even with whatever they've been dosed with, this is still a choice. No one, and nothing, gets to take that from him.

The warm feeling shivers through him. He presses his teeth into Henry's shoulder but doesn't bite down. "Yeah."

His voice is soft. He's careful when he pulls out, resting his hand on Henry's chest.

"I want you to."

[handsomefoil]

Henry grips the hand on his chest, massaging his thumb against the inside of his wrist, shuddering out a quiet sound behind his teeth as Gabe pulls out. His chest heaves a few times as he seems to relax.

"All right."

There isn't too much else he wants to say. Running a hand up Gabe's arm, he grips him gently, telegraphing his want to roll him over. He could tell just how hard Gabe was the moment he felt that drag on the way out, and maybe- just maybe he has less reason to feel his earlier spike of nearly territorial possessiveness.

"You can be back on top in a bit if you'd like," he suggests, figuring he should at least make the prep a bit easier. He couldn't suss out much with just a couple of fingers, but he wants this done properly this time. No hurried and near-forced painful entries.

[minuteofangle]

This time, he goes with it. Lets Henry roll them so he’s on his back. Again, it’s slow. Gabe’s breath hitches at the shift but he nods. In the end, he knows how it goes.

Breathe. And let go.

He puts a hand on Henry’s arm to anchor himself and nods again. Okay.

Okay.

[handsomefoil]

He can't help the sigh that escapes, feeling Gabe agree to his suggestion, nodding back in return as he's taking every single bit of him in and running a hand along his collar bone down to his chest. The scars marring his skin are treated gently, eyeing the ones he recalls slicing into himself and passes over them all quickly. Don't linger there.

Surreal. His stomach churns at what it'll be like after this is all over. How can he go back to whatever they had before? Did he even want to? Before he starts thinking again, he swipes the lube tin again (it'll be empty come morning, he's sure) to keep close by.

It's too easy to stare as he straightens, using his hands to feel him up, spread Gabe's legs, dipping his thumbs down along the sharp curve of his hip bone. They press deep into the softer parts. Beautiful, he wants to say. So goddamn beautiful. He scoops up enough lube for his liking, spreading it messily along his fingers before dragging his fingers along that same trail again, biting at his lower lip and gliding his fingers between his legs. Slow, enough so that he can make this last, keep Gabe aching and needing until Henry gets there too.

His other hand reaches for his cock, winding his fingers tight around the base right as he slides two fingers into him.

[minuteofangle]

Fuck. Gabe closes his eyes, tipping his head back. Fucking hell. He aches everywhere, inside and out. Henry’s hands drag against his skin, catching against scars; a familiar sensation, though without the bite of nails this time. Strangely, it hits deeper this way. The press of heat curling under his skin, drumming in time with his pulse. Everything churning. Killing what should be the threat assessment.

Even so, Gabe keeps his head. It’s not a fight, but this remains his choice. No one will take that from him. Not even the Hell magic that’s wormed its way inside.

Gabe’s breath hitches again, his hands twitching as Henry presses in. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt, and it feels like riding a wave, and -

And for a moment, it finally edges onto too much. Gabe twitches, tightening his grip on Henry’s arm. He doesn’t—

Breathe out. Stay here, in this moment.

He breathes. It passes.

[handsomefoil]

He pauses when Gabe grips his arm, keeping himself still, watching his body language and making sure he doesn't bring him over the edge too soon. Even just watching him fight that sensation makes his gut ache, that leftover thrum of his release stirring yet another round up in him. Amazing what this magical shit can do.

The deeper his fingers press in, the harder it is to fight the urge to pump in hard and fast. He wants whatever the fuck was inside of Gabe before to be flushed out, so he'll feel him and him alone. Just for this brief spark of a moment. But by some miracle he manages to continue twisting slow and easy, letting the lube spread.

"You're so loose already..." he murmurs, his voice far-away and barely an echo in his own ears. His grip on Gabe's cock stays firm, not budging, ready to grip down to his balls if he has to should Gabe feel loke he can't hold back.

[minuteofangle]

Gabe laughs at that. A low, hoarse sound. "You care?"

Why? Henry never has before. But this is different, isn't it? This moment, the two of them colliding yet again. Maybe it's the magic, maybe it's something else. The inevitable turn when they couldn't escalate any further without doing true damage to each other. He's already killed Henry once. What were they going to do next except shift?

It's human nature to adapt. Eventually, even the stubborn ones learn to bend.

Gabe's breath hitches again, rocking against Henry's hand. Those goddamn fingers. "C'mon. Make me feel good."

[handsomefoil]

Doesn't he? He has to bite back any sort of response to that, a silence hanging in the air for just a second. It's gone as soon as it came, and he thinks he should keep any and all commentary of that nature to himself. Because magic or not, he already knew that in his own twisted way, he does care. It couldn't just keep going on the way it was going, the random acts of violence occasionally separated with sex. Something had to give.

"Yeah, I think you've held on long enough."

To distract, he worms in a third finger and exhales at how easily it eases in but now feels firm against his fingers. He curses softly under his breath, fixated on the way Gabe's muscles flex and the bones move beneath his skin and soon thinks fingering him open is just a waste of time with how ready his body already is.

Gently, he removes his fingers to lube himself up a little more with a few strokes. Yeah, he's still not over the fact that he can get hard again after all that. There's probably a Viagra joke in here somewhere, but he won't let himself get distracted. Guiding himself forward, he presses forward and hisses softly when the head of his cock pops in easy. His other hand anchors itself to Gabe's hip, fingertips digging into him for purchase.

[minuteofangle]

Gabe groans, tipping his head back to bare his throat as Henry pushes inside him. This time, this time, it doesn't hurt at all. But the drag burns, churning through him, and he shivers all over. Somehow it feels like more this time. Like all the times he's taken coke or molly, gotten fucked up before finding himself a partner to make him scream. Everything floating and strange, the edges filed off except in the places they remain. Softened and heightened at the same time. He can feel Henry everywhere now.

Fuck.

He reaches out and puts his hand over Henry's, wanting to feel that. To anchor himself, a little, but also just to touch someone. To have that momentary connection. And then he nods, his eyes sliding closed.

Yes. Do it.

[handsomefoil]

As he moves excruciatingly slow to bury himself to the hilt, he's vaguely aware of the hand sitting on his wrist, gaze fixed on Gabe's face and waiting for something. Whatever it is, that nod or some kind of permission to move forward, when he gets it is when suddenly the entire picture comes into focus.

His twists his hand to grip it by the wrist, simultaneously moving his hips forward to glide deep into Gabe with a low groan in the back of his throat.. It would almost seem like he's lost the momentum they were building if it weren't for the fact that he's aligning himself higher, face to face, pressing both of Gabe's hands to the bed and tightly lacing their fingers together.

For some reason, he's always wanted to do this. A happy medium of wanting to control Gabe's hands and yet still giving just enough freedom to resist. He buries his face into Gabe's neck, breathing harsh as he pulls his hips back slightly and snaps them forward.

[minuteofangle]

There's a moment where it edges onto too much, when Henry takes his hands and pushes them over his head. Pins them down flat. An echo of an old, ugly memory. Sometimes it hits him strange. Sense memory, things that are harder to bury. Sometimes it just pops up, swinging toward the surface. Old gestures, slow moments that might swing. And sometimes - sometimes - when someone pins his hands. Like now. There's a moment when Gabe's breath hitches in a way that's closer to fear than pleasure. But then Henry twines their fingers and it changes, and that -

That's different enough that it doesn't catch in the same way. And Henry feels good, the drag inside, the way he's pressed so close. Keeping them both anchored to the present. Gabe makes a small sound and doesn't fight the grip on his hands. But he rocks up to meet the pattern, moving with Henry, and shifts to wrap his legs around the man. To urge him on, and on.

[handsomefoil]

Maybe it's just the attentiveness in this particular moment, but he thinks he feels something flicker. A sharp sound of air. A sort of hesitance, like he thinks Gabe is about to resist or protest. But then he doesn't. He doesn't want to know anything about Gabe's past (if he can help it) if he's being perfectly honest, but they're still a part of him. Their mark on the man could inevitably crop up quietly once in a while without Henry ever noticing.

But for now, all he notices is Gabe falling back into the deep heady feeling as he accepts him.

Ah, that's what really hits home for him. Gabe wraps around him, urges him, wants him just as much as he does. The implications of what that all means to him would almost be painful if he wasn't so focused on chasing this pleasure.

He stops thinking, flexes his grips on Gabe's hands and moves just as he demands. Pressing heated and clumsy kisses to his neck as he does, he doesn't hold back the moans that well up. He just let's it go.

[minuteofangle]

It's different from all the times before. Back then, he and Henry tore into each other. Turned it into a fight, an endurance test; something that left them both bruised and bloody because how could it be anything else in a place like this? How could they ever do a thing except escalate? And he's killed Henry before. Made it hurt before it ended. So how could it be different?

This is Hell, after all. And Gabe thinks they deserve it, on some level. Not everyone does here, but them -

Yeah. The sins bleed through, in the end. But this is different. He doesn't have the right words. And so he just lets it happen, lets himself feel everything that comes. The press of Henry's mouth against his neck, his hands twined in Gabe's. The way the pressure grows and grows without turning to pain.

He moves with Henry. Matches him beat for beat, makes small sounds as Henry fucks him. Chases that sensation higher and higher, wanting to go all the way to the end. To finally let go, for once.

It's not a fight. It's something else this time.

He whines, clinging to Henry, and lets it happen. Embraces it, even. He doubts he'll last long like this, but he wants it while he can have it.

[handsomefoil]

At some point, he can't even blame the effects of whatever drug they're on for these actions. All it did was make this just a little easier, initiated it like sparking flint to wool. They both somehow decided they wanted it to go this way, and the hazy aggression fueled by the foreign substances spiked in their drinks just added a different layer right on top of it. In some ways, this feels like a different sort of dangerous escalation altogether. Maybe this is exactly what hell does to you. Makes you think you feel something only to rip you out of it once it's over and fills you with regret.

Yeah, they truly deserve to be here. With each other as a source of constant torment and comfort in ways most people wouldn't consider as such.

Each roll and snap of his hips hit their mark, the grip those strong legs have around his waist helping him stay positioned right where he wants to be. He doesn't even have to let go of Gabe's hands, squeezing them gently every now and again. Though he imagines he's going to have to let them go soon, when he needs to wrap his arms around him at that right moment.

That need to make Gabe his still hasn't left him, though it's more subconscious now as he worries his blunt teeth gently into the soft skin of his neck, swiping his tongue along it afterwards before he starts a small trail with his lips towards Gabe's mouth.

[minuteofangle]

It feels inevitable when Henry presses marks into his neck, edging closer toward his mouth. Gabe moans, shuddering under him, and stops trying to hold himself still. Stops treating it like something to be endured, or a point he means to prove. Henry squeezes his hands and fucks into him in the same breath and Gabe makes a low sound, unable to hold it back. Unable to remember why he cared about that, why it felt important. He fucked Henry like this not so long ago, in this same bed. Kept him on his back, kept it slow. The symmetry feels appropriate.

He leans in and kisses Henry. Worries at Henry's lip with his teeth, though he doesn't bite.

No. Not this time.

He kisses Henry and he shakes under him, and he feels himself hitting that edge. Getting close to slipping over.

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Oh, it's that sound, he thinks. A sound he didn't get to hear coming out of Gabe's mouth, not like this. Sure he sometimes let a yell or something when they really went at it, but this decidedly more. It feels like so much more and it fuels him, makes him shudder in tandem.

What a novel concept, kissing Gabe like this. Something he would be reluctant to call passionate, but would have no other way of describing it. It's not often he indulges in making sex so much more to him than it really is, so yet again, the only word that really comes to mind is surreal.

He senses the tremble against him, feel like it's reverberating through his entire being. Taking a hand away from Gabe's, he latches onto his hip instead and eggs him on with shorter, harder punches into him. An occasional grind of his hips has a dirty moan flooding against Gabe's lips and into his mouth, as if trying to suffocate him with more heated kisses. Everything dials up to eleven as he finds his climatic momentum, sliding his tongue past his lips, tasting him thoroughly before that moment Gabe crests over the edge.