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TEST DRIVE MEME #27
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 and nothingness consumes you for a second, but only 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.
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. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.
The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"
Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please continue on until you reach Death's office. He'll have your contracts ready for you."
There's a slightly wicked twist to her lips. "Please do feel free to ask him about any of those sins listed..."
And so on, sinners travel until they finally arrived at another office where Death sits waiting. Here is where you'll receive a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. Death will also provide slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android.
Seems as though Hell has moved on up from the very old Blackberry type phone.
Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall. It seems to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon the lobby of Penance hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.
The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.
Stand Your Ground While the Mares have gone, as per Death's bargain with God, and reconstructing Penance is coming along fairly well, the air is carrying with it a cold crispness that sends a chill down one's spine. Lucifer is still nowhere to be found, and if pressured, staff will say he's having talks with the other Lords of Hell, as well as God himself. Things need to be worked out, no matter how difficult it is for Lucifer to accept and swallow his pride. He won't be around to offer warmth to the Penance community and it may, in fact, be mirroring his current mood.
Or it may be the creeping sense of doom that's following so many around now that The Veiled Order has been able to nearly complete their next spell. Local demons will plainly say that God won't help them against this threat, that he doesn't care if Hell is destroyed, and others will be very hush about the situation entirely. No need to scare the local sinners, new or old!
Instead just enjoy the reopening businesses around the local area! Nothing is off-limits. Hellburbia seems to have suffered some extensive damage recently, but not to worry! There's talk of building back better than ever.
Other than that, Helluva Cup has a new spiced drink... and spiced everything. That's right! Pumpkin spice has apparently come early this year... and it may be a bit overpowering and in everything in the coffee shop, regardless of what you order. Even Bean, the 'friendly' hell rat the owner keeps in the shop seems to be feasting on pumpkin flavored meat. That's probably okay. Right?
Penance Library is offering a special reading of Leviathan-specific reads. The local goblins will be doing readings every afternoon for all who care to listen or to stick around and discuss it. These will all be fictional in nature, not historic texts.
Strangely enough, there seems to be a sort of curfew happening. While everyone will not be expected to be in the hotel necessarily, they must take shelter in the newly opened Club Penance, Casino Styx, Hella Shorty's, or other establishments. They must either stay the night in these establishments or be escorted to the hotel by demonic guards. These guards will be doing rounds around the Penance community to ensure no one is out alone. Do not fight them or they may surprise you with how strong they can be.
Additionally, anyone caught defying curfew knowingly or fighting back will be locked in their rooms for up to three days as a potential danger to the community as a whole. There are all sorts of dangers lurking out there and the demons are absolutely trying to keep everyone as safe as they can!
Otherwise, it's business as usual around Penance, so go on an exploration! Bundle up against the cold! Have fun!
Reach Up High WARNINGS: cutting, blood, torture
Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord unfortunately expects some participation despite the current state of things. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed The Torture Room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.
But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.
You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.
It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.
"Unfortunately, due to Father coming back into the picture, I know that He will demand punishment be delivered despite our circumstances. I have chosen a rather easy one, focused on honesty and acceptance of your sins. Please pick up a knife and choose a sin from each of your lists to carve upon your skin. Aid each other in your journey, carve the words to help your fellow penitent be candid with everyone around them!"
The voice rings out within the sinners' heads as it always does, although Lucifer seems agitated at the moment, hesitant in some way that he usually isn't.
"I do apologize for this. If it was up to me, you would have been free of additional torment this month. However, there will be additional incentive for anyone who should try to resist the task I've appointed them."
It isn't a lie nor an idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?
And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?
Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I: Reopening WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, aphrodisiacs, body changes, potential kinks, violence, potential non-con or dub-con.
Club Penance is finally back! And with themed nights to start off all the fun. This night's theme is: Anything But Clothes. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are entirely without clothes (and any ounce of shame!). They're eager to get right back to business. They're very encouraging of others to do the same whether it be immediately or in sexy strip shows.
On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.
As usual, these demons play under respectable rules in the club, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up
Guests who refused to undress may also find their clothes randomly disappearing, or being torn off by some eager patron or demon who is a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.
For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:
For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright nakedness, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.
It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.
Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?
Prompt II: Your Average Hotel Night WARNINGS: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con
With all the sinners, new and old, the hotel bar will be lit up with activity. Drinks will be readily available, there's food in the kitchens if anyone wants to bother serving it, music will be blaring whenever there's electricity, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events there may be be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.
You might not get much of a chance to have that in Hell, after all. One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that, and after that. Ah, sweet gluttony. Why not have a pastry next? There's some delectable sweets available just a few steps away. More of a meat person? Like things salty? Fear not, it looks like someone graciously brought all sorts of snacks and foodstuffs from the kitchens to the bar as the night progresses. Indulge! You deserve it.
Similar to Club Penance, the bar also has every sort of drug available that might tickle your fancy and some you've never heard of. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in Hell. The staff will offer to show anyone how to use the drugs or give advice for what to try if you tell them what you want to experience. Shockingly, they won't lie! Their advice is good word its just you might not have been exactly prepared for it.
There's a stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave or just wanting to torture people with some sweet, sweet renditions of The Devil Went Down to Georgia.
There are tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul or offers to do chores around the hotel. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.
Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the September 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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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 and nothingness consumes you for a second, but only 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.
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. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.
The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"
Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please continue on until you reach Death's office. He'll have your contracts ready for you."
There's a slightly wicked twist to her lips. "Please do feel free to ask him about any of those sins listed..."
And so on, sinners travel until they finally arrived at another office where Death sits waiting. Here is where you'll receive a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. Death will also provide slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android.
Seems as though Hell has moved on up from the very old Blackberry type phone.
Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall. It seems to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon the lobby of Penance hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.
The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.
Stand Your Ground While the Mares have gone, as per Death's bargain with God, and reconstructing Penance is coming along fairly well, the air is carrying with it a cold crispness that sends a chill down one's spine. Lucifer is still nowhere to be found, and if pressured, staff will say he's having talks with the other Lords of Hell, as well as God himself. Things need to be worked out, no matter how difficult it is for Lucifer to accept and swallow his pride. He won't be around to offer warmth to the Penance community and it may, in fact, be mirroring his current mood.
Or it may be the creeping sense of doom that's following so many around now that The Veiled Order has been able to nearly complete their next spell. Local demons will plainly say that God won't help them against this threat, that he doesn't care if Hell is destroyed, and others will be very hush about the situation entirely. No need to scare the local sinners, new or old!
Instead just enjoy the reopening businesses around the local area! Nothing is off-limits. Hellburbia seems to have suffered some extensive damage recently, but not to worry! There's talk of building back better than ever.
Other than that, Helluva Cup has a new spiced drink... and spiced everything. That's right! Pumpkin spice has apparently come early this year... and it may be a bit overpowering and in everything in the coffee shop, regardless of what you order. Even Bean, the 'friendly' hell rat the owner keeps in the shop seems to be feasting on pumpkin flavored meat. That's probably okay. Right?
Penance Library is offering a special reading of Leviathan-specific reads. The local goblins will be doing readings every afternoon for all who care to listen or to stick around and discuss it. These will all be fictional in nature, not historic texts.
Strangely enough, there seems to be a sort of curfew happening. While everyone will not be expected to be in the hotel necessarily, they must take shelter in the newly opened Club Penance, Casino Styx, Hella Shorty's, or other establishments. They must either stay the night in these establishments or be escorted to the hotel by demonic guards. These guards will be doing rounds around the Penance community to ensure no one is out alone. Do not fight them or they may surprise you with how strong they can be.
Additionally, anyone caught defying curfew knowingly or fighting back will be locked in their rooms for up to three days as a potential danger to the community as a whole. There are all sorts of dangers lurking out there and the demons are absolutely trying to keep everyone as safe as they can!
Otherwise, it's business as usual around Penance, so go on an exploration! Bundle up against the cold! Have fun!
Reach Up High WARNINGS: cutting, blood, torture
Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord unfortunately expects some participation despite the current state of things. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed The Torture Room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.
But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.
You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.
It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.
"Unfortunately, due to Father coming back into the picture, I know that He will demand punishment be delivered despite our circumstances. I have chosen a rather easy one, focused on honesty and acceptance of your sins. Please pick up a knife and choose a sin from each of your lists to carve upon your skin. Aid each other in your journey, carve the words to help your fellow penitent be candid with everyone around them!"
The voice rings out within the sinners' heads as it always does, although Lucifer seems agitated at the moment, hesitant in some way that he usually isn't.
"I do apologize for this. If it was up to me, you would have been free of additional torment this month. However, there will be additional incentive for anyone who should try to resist the task I've appointed them."
It isn't a lie nor an idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?
And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?
Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I: Reopening WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, aphrodisiacs, body changes, potential kinks, violence, potential non-con or dub-con.
Club Penance is finally back! And with themed nights to start off all the fun. This night's theme is: Anything But Clothes. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are entirely without clothes (and any ounce of shame!). They're eager to get right back to business. They're very encouraging of others to do the same whether it be immediately or in sexy strip shows.
On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.
As usual, these demons play under respectable rules in the club, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up
Guests who refused to undress may also find their clothes randomly disappearing, or being torn off by some eager patron or demon who is a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.
For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:
Frenzy ○ The drug will be given to anyone anyone who asks for it. It can be snorted, injected, taken in pill form, or smoked given user preference.
Despite the questionable name, guests who partake really will feel the best they've possibly ever felt. They won't need sleep or to rest, but they won't necessarily feel the strain on their bodies either. They'll be full of energy and their mood will be amazing with no hint of nightmares or dreams anywhere.
The demons won't let anyone come down either, not once they've started and not until they're told a guest doesn't want any more.
Even then, they may still try to convince them otherwise. It's a party for as long as you can go, or until you completely burn out, it seems.
But with all good things come bad. It seems a side-effect of the drug is an actual frenzy as well. A frenzy for sex or violence or anything a character might want that they deny themselves on the regular. They'll feel this growing hunger, this ravenous need to have and to claim everything they think is theirs.
Some may even fade away into an almost animalistic sort of state.
The more the guest takes, the more they'll experience this sensation. Fighting it won't help either. Though they did sort of bring that one on themselves, didn't they?
Other symptoms of coming down won't be too different to those of other drugs. Fatigue, depression. Guests will begin to feel the effects of staying up for so long without rest or stopping to take care of themselves. They may also feel a certain longing for more, but it can be fought off with enough strength of will.
The drug isn't free either. The succubi expect to be paid in energy or through actual work in the club.
Bond ○ A potion that will bond guests together the minute one speaks to the other. The encouragement is that this should be done consensually, but the demons won't necessarily be checking. Once bonded, guests will feel what the one who took the potion feels. This includes pain and pleasure both with effects lasting a full night. Give someone the most intense pleasure of their lives or torture them until they beg for mercy!
For a really intense experience, both participants can consume the potion with mutual effects.
For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright nakedness, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.
It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.
Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?
Prompt II: Your Average Hotel Night WARNINGS: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con
With all the sinners, new and old, the hotel bar will be lit up with activity. Drinks will be readily available, there's food in the kitchens if anyone wants to bother serving it, music will be blaring whenever there's electricity, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events there may be be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.
You might not get much of a chance to have that in Hell, after all. One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that, and after that. Ah, sweet gluttony. Why not have a pastry next? There's some delectable sweets available just a few steps away. More of a meat person? Like things salty? Fear not, it looks like someone graciously brought all sorts of snacks and foodstuffs from the kitchens to the bar as the night progresses. Indulge! You deserve it.
Similar to Club Penance, the bar also has every sort of drug available that might tickle your fancy and some you've never heard of. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in Hell. The staff will offer to show anyone how to use the drugs or give advice for what to try if you tell them what you want to experience. Shockingly, they won't lie! Their advice is good word its just you might not have been exactly prepared for it.
There's a stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave or just wanting to torture people with some sweet, sweet renditions of The Devil Went Down to Georgia.
There are tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul or offers to do chores around the hotel. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.
Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the September 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
Rules | Taken | Reserves | Applications
Network | Logs | OOC | Memes
bond-age I MEAN bondING
When demons try to undress him at the door, Tech pushes their hands away -- giving a glare. ]
Yo. Back the fuck off.
[ And then he spots Kaiba, heading over to him. ]
We should--
[ He doesn't get any further than that. Under the weight of Kaiba's stare and the intensity of his words, Tech Boy can only utter. ]
Um. O-okay? But, uh...where we going?
shit up about to get gay as FUCK in here
lucky tech. he gets what he's been after from the start: a seto kaiba who wants nothing more than his rapt attention and total affection.]
Does it matter?
[his fingers lace around tech's wrists. strong. insistent.]
Together. We go together. That's all that matters right now.
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Tech eyes the long fingers around his wrist, locked in Kaiba's grasp. Sometimes (a lot of times), Tech is not a very respectable person. ]
I want what you're on. Don't suppose you got any more of that?
[ Together. What a nice word that is -- a word Tech has tried to fight for every step of the way. Especially now that they've moved past being something transactional. ]
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fortunately, while drugs may have suspended his inhibitions, that brilliant mind was otherwise fully operational. he gestures for a waitress, who dutifully brings over a delicate liquid in a wine glass. it's not actually wine, just a potion disguised as such. he can feel classy as all their emotions crash together like a blue screen of death.]
Here. Have some.
[it's not optional. he asked, so he'll get it. simple as that.]
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Hazel told me about this. It's Bond, right?
[ He looks up at Kaiba, smiling like he's the only one in the universe right now -- the only one who matters. And he can sense from the ripples of Kaiba's emotions that Kaiba feels that same way. Their hearts are in sync. Their minds are one. He closes his eyes to savor it for just a moment. ]
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I didn't want to do it.
[it's a lie. of course he did. dipping his head to tech's neck, he just breathes him in. backing him to the nearest booth.]
But it's too late now. There's nothing left but you.
[and nothing left for them to do but to make their reunion a reality.]
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It's only the drugs... a sober thought whispers in the back of his mind to remind him these aren't Kaiba's true feelings. And considering how they're bonded, Kaiba might even hear that thought. But it doesn't matter. Drugs or no, for at least a few hours, this is their absolute reality. An alternate universe in which everything worked out perfect. Their happily ever after following the ballroom dance in Mammon's domain.
Kaiba backs him into the booth and Tech latches on, crushing their lips together, fingers hooked within the band of Kaiba's too tight leather pants to drag him near. Once pressed close, his fingers dig curiously into Kaiba's bare back, the sensation ghosting across his own back. It allows his mind to go to some dark places awful quick. If he feels what Kaiba feels, then the reverse must be true. And if Tech inflicts pain on himself, pain that will heal, would Kaiba feel that, too?
So many possibilities...and so little time to try them all. ]
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and of course he feels everything amplified tenfold. everything he does, all that he touches has a rebound effect. it incenses him, to the point where it becomes less about intimacy and more about chasing that heady high. he was a predator, born and bred, and the drug coursing through his system only sharpens that brutal instinct to hunt.
he's going to eat tech alive. but he suspects that's just what he wants anyway, so no harm, no foul.]
cw: blood play
Tech draws back only for a few seconds so he can rip his own tank top off and toss it into the edge of the booth. He needs to feel skin against skin, and more than skin, he needs to feel Kaiba. Hands drag down to his pelvis when he returns to the kiss. Nimble fingers work on those tight leather pants, working the button open.
Kaiba was a predator, but Tech didn't feel like prey. This is worship, a consuming intensity where there is no other in the world. Only he could provide Kaiba with this all-consuming experience. Only he could survive the onslaught of sensations and kisses and driving desire.
Tech grabs a glass from the table and smashes it, gripping a shard in order to give a clean slice across his own abdomen. The pain is bright and intense, but he's doing it to share that sensation with Kaiba more than anything. Blood bubbles to the surface and then the superficial wound vanishes in a shimmer of pixels, taking the pain with it. Tech drags his finger across the dampened blood and brings said finger to Kaiba's lips.
Gods of all sorts have been doing blood rituals since the dawn of time -- so this is theirs. I am yours. You are mine. ]
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but then he does stop. the sudden shatter of glass catches his attention, and for a moment he tenses, an instinctual reaction to potential violence. and it is violent, just not in the way he expects. he watches tech cut himself open and those blown pupils dilate even wider until black blots out blue. it sparks a bloodlust within him as mutual pain hits his nerves like a hammer. his heart races, his pulse pounds. this was getting dangerous. maybe they should ease up. maybe they should pump the brakes, just a little.
or maybe not. his eyes flicker to the bloody finger. he growls, though it isn't aggressive. at least not the angry kind.]
Really shouldn't have done that.
[because now he can't resist it. rather than bite straight away, he sticks out his tongue, letting the blood drip, drip, drip onto it. drop by addictive drop.]
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[ Tech says, sing-song. ]
But I did it anyway.
[ Eyes drink in Kaiba as he tastes him -- something he's done in small doses before now. There have definitely been a few times where Kaiba has bitten to blood, but this seems a bit more intimate. His own taste buds ignite with an echo of flavor, but more than that, Tech can feel Kaiba's excitement as it surges through him, creating an eager arousal of his own. ]
Tonight I want to feel what gets you off the most. I don't want you holding shit back for my sake. 'Cause I'm gonna enjoy it just as much as you.
[ This is his one and only chance to truly get to know Kaiba -- to peek into his wants and desires no matter how twisted. To go where no one has gone before and maybe no one would again... ]
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the blood incenses him, gets him to breathe heavier and lean closer. the more time he spent here, the most demonic he became; the more this place warped him into something else, something worse. but he retains awareness, too strong-willed to fall prey to total subjugation. he was still seto kaiba, albeit a seto kaiba with horns and fangs and claws.
he has to think a little on what he wants most, because he wants everything. eventually, he settles on:]
Want me and only me.
[which shouldn't be too surprising. that tech would be ravished was a given; but he wants more than that. he wants absolute loyalty, to him and no other.]
Tell me that you're mine. And that you'll never want anyone else, or obey anyone else, so long as I'm still here.
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The way he wants Kaiba now, the way they're connected almost has him agreeing so they can continue on. But the biggest issue Tech has is the never want anyone else part because Ava instantly floods to his mind. He doesn't know what they are and what they might become, but he does know he likes her. ]
What would that make us, Kaiba?
[ Because that goes beyond a partnership. It crosses some invisible line that was probably crossed long ago, truthfully. ]
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perhaps ironically, it is only in this moment -- out of his own mind -- that kaiba chooses to give in.]
A god and his believer.
[he did believe in him. he always believed in him, because he had always been right: he was technology and there was nothing he worshiped more.]
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Yes...
[ Tech whispers, an impulsive response. It's unclear how much of this will even matter once the drugs wear off, but even if this is only a moment, goddamn does he want it more than anything. ]
I'm yours...
[ His palm moves up to Kaiba's chest, the drum of his heartbeat pulsing in synchronization. ]
I belong to you.
[ And Kaiba to him. His truest disciple who could restore him to true glory. Tech lets out a breath and then brings his hand to the back of Kaiba's neck, dragging him in for another consuming kiss. This time he hopes to never come up for air. ]
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I worship at the heels of the coming revolution.
[all but confirmation that, when the time came, he would join tech. they'd escape together, to a better world, a brighter world, admin and visionary. god and believer.
even his drug-addled brain could recognize how much it meant to tech, how long he had waited to hear that. and he's all too happy to oblige. indeed he believed it from the very start; he simply refused to acknowledge it. he couldn't accept that he could place his faith in another being to that degree. but finally he had seen the light in the dark.
he would follow tech and tech would follow him. it was meant to be.]
Good. Don't ever forget that.
[through all this haze, which would soon fade, he demands it: obey me and only me. it was meant to be.
and in that kiss, he swallows him up. together. always. he'd never love him, but he didn't have to. this was just as good. maybe even better.]
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Tech lets out a soft sound of agreement into the kiss after Kaiba's words. He wouldn't forget any of it -- no drug could ever fuck with his mind enough to make him forget. And trust him, he's tried plenty. But this one will only enhance memories on his end because for one night, he will truly have a connection to Kaiba. And that's not something he will ever allow himself to forget. This night is likely to play on loop in his memories and fuel many of his fantasies whether solo or even with other partners. (Never want anyone else more indeed.)
A hand slides down into those open pants, touching the hardening length with familiarity -- second nature, by this point really. A shudder racks his spine when tingling pleasure echoes into his own body. Hungry lips dip across Kaiba's strong jaw, mouth finding the hollow of his neck as he murmurs against skin. ]
Tell me what you want... [ Amusement gleaming behind blue eyes as they flick up to Kaiba's face. ] How can I obey your desires?
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tech wasn't much to look at, in all honesty. he's seen better, had better. and he suspected the other gods of his world could tear him apart. but he was the strongest among them, because no human being could shun technology. he existed and would always exist because human beings could not advance without him.
without him, humans beings were doomed. they would go extinct without the hand of innovation to guide them. the endless revolution, behind each and every invention.
he can't ever remember being so hard. tech may not be much to look at, but he got him going like no one else could. and that was significant.]
I don't want to wait.
[his only request, and he doesn't even hesitate. he doesn't want to hurt him, not really. but it might be difficult to accommodate.]
Make it so I don't have to. Please.
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Tech is something newer -- a burst of pixels, iridescent and pulsing with an electronic power. He's an explosion of color and shifting blocks. Alien and strange, but not terrifying. Especially not to someone like Kaiba who worked with technology much of his young life.
As this nearly neon light overtakes Tech, it consumes his clothing and leaves him nude beneath. And just as quick as it came on, it vanishes -- human once more and wanting. He wants Kaiba so much that he doesn't even want to waste time on lubrication. ]
No need to wait, then...
[ Palms move to the sides of Kaiba's pants to try and pry them down as best as he can at this angle. The booth doesn't exactly provide the best space to work. ]
Heh....you're gonna feel it too, aren't you? You're gonna feel how complete it is when you're inside me...
[ And somehow that thought only intensifies his desire. ]
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he stares and stares openly, for a moment doubting what he sees. of course it was real. ironically enough, he just isn't accustomed to handling innovation in its purest form. it might have been put some people off, but not him. he thinks it's delightful, just about the prettiest thing he's ever seen, outside of his beloved dragons.
alien and strange, but not terrifying. nothing could scare him, least of all this being. this god.]
Naturally.
[the shadow of a smile graces his face. drugs or no drugs, he was still in there. he'd never lose himself, not entirely.
kaiba takes hold of tech's thighs and all but folds him in half. he shimmies his pants down, far enough past his hips, takes only a moment to position himself and then drives himself deep within that smaller form. the form of a god, yet oh so pliant. almost delicate. utterly human to the touch, even if the truth was so much bigger than that.
he leans in not for a kiss, but to bite him and leave a bruising mark on his shoulder. so he can hear him cry out as he starts thrusting away.]
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Tech shudders, hands cradling Kaiba's lower back as he raises his hips to help him get as deep as possible. His body might heal up every time to make him tight, but it gives to Kaiba -- like it was designed specifically to take him and only him. Electric crackles within him, stronger, more intense vibrations than usual -- some of it entirely out of his control. Control is overrated anyway. Letting loose to this form of worship is where it's at. ]
S-Se...
[ It almost slips out as a moan, Kaiba's given name -- but Tech catches himself and instead leans up to nip and bite at Kaiba's shoulder, occupying his mouth and muffling the mewling cries that break in his throat. Although there are others in this club -- probably even some watching them, for Tech the only person who exists is Seto Kaiba. He is his world, his believer, his life-giver, his everything. ]
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I don't mind it.
[he could use it, the name he shared with so very few. it was among the highest of honors, addressing him so personally, so affectionally.
and then he returns to the task at hand, slamming into him over and over again. he strikes true, strikes deep. as tech clenches around him, over and over again. as those electric impulses rattle him to the core, he moans loud and low. perhaps another honor, that seto would himself to be so open and honest. so vulnerable with another man.
and god or no god, tech was utterly human in this moment. feeling everything, experiencing everything, as if for the very first time.
while he doesn't quite shy away, he does shrug tech off. no muffling. he wants to hear it, every cry and every syllable -- se-to, the truest name of his most dedicated believer.]
Howl for me.
[god or no god, seto was the one giving orders here. and he'll fuck him and fuck him hard until he gives in, until he abides it.]
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Seto...
[ His head lolls back and his eyes close in tormented bliss. ]
Fuuuck.
[ A growled out curse. His hands grope for anything to hold onto -- to brace himself because without some kind of anchor, he'll lose himself too much, become addicted to Seto Kaiba (as though he isn't already.) His hands claw at the padded seat, fingers tear into fabric as he screams it over and over again. Seto, Seto -- the man's name is all he can shout, all his voice will allow.
And eventually, he just can't take it. Seto's name breaks into the loudest, lewdest cries as a torrent of pleasure slams into him. He stood no chance of lasting under the influence of bond, with Kaiba's pleasure adding to his own -- knowing the words that preceded this, knowing Kaiba's vow.
Tech lets go with one final howl of Seto, his arm falling away from the booth as he convulses his way through climax, releasing everything between them for the longest and strongest orgasm of his life. And yet, he could probably still continue on multiple times over and over -- a night of endless pleasure if the club's natural aphrodisiacs truly took root. ]
I can't...
[ What? He can't articulate it as Kaiba continues to fuck him. But he knows deep down nothing could ever be the same after this. He's a god, well and truly claimed by a human man. ]
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he can taste the blood, trickling between his fangs. a weaker man might have died. but not tech. tech was no man, even if he felt too human in the moment.
he can sense the end of things before tech ever falls apart. that, more than the sex, more than any touch or any impulse, gets him off. the idea that he could own someone, completely and absolutely, and that they'd beg for the chance. because tech could have girlfriends, a fiancée, any number of lovers, but he would always be most important.
he would always be a believer and he would always be a boss and that distinction was important. above all else, above all others, the brilliant seto kaiba.
seto comes just as intensely, if not more so. only a heavy huff can be heard on his end, otherwise muffled by flesh. and it will hurt, it will sting, it will ache like nothing else. he thrusts deep and snaps hard with his hips. tech can heal the injury but he can't fight the seed that fills him and drips down his legs. he comes and keeps coming, no different from usual -- if with that added incentive of he wants me and only me. their dynamic had shifted once again, this time very much in his favor. and he's very much pleased by it.
eventually he falls still but refuses to release him. a beast with prey its jaws, reluctant to surrender its catch.]
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When it's over, all he can do it go limp beneath Kaiba -- complete, exhausted submission. The points of fangs seem sharper with the haze of pleasure no longer clouding his mind, the pain crystallizing a sudden cold dread within him. It's not a fear of dying. Kaiba could bite a chunk into his skin and he'd still regenerate. But between those horns, those fangs, those claws -- the volatile bite on his neck...he starts to wonder just how accurate a description human is for Kaiba.
His tongue traces his lips and he steadies his breath, allowing the thought to be fleeting. Seto Kaiba would not lose humanity so easily. It was foolish to worry, wasn't it? This is the man who will change the world, so he would never allow those changes to go beyond physical....
.....right? ]
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