TEST DRIVE MEME #27

[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 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.


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[neutronblast]

[doe-eyed or otherwise, seto responds almost immediately to the hand around his hard-on. he's painfully sensitive right now, ill-inclined towards restraint. so he lets go of it, rocking his hips into his hold, bidding for more of the attention. the powerful muscles of his back ripple as he bucks, claws digging into the door, deep enough to leave marks.

and in spite of his sassy remarks, it's very much true: he's very eager and very willing to indulge pegasus's whims. whatever they may be.]

More. More of that.

[it's for his own benefit anyway. the more generosity he extends, the more it will be repaid in full, reflected equally upon himself.]

[millenniumeyed]

[That's more like it. His lips curve and he obliges, stroking him slowly and firmly. It gets to him as well, his grip fumbling briefly, thighs tensing, and no doubt Seto can feel its effect on him against his ass, but enthusiasm and determination and that positive reinforcement goes a long way way, so he neither stops nor lets go at any point.]

I think you ought to be specific.

[Seto teased him earlier with a similar line; of course Pegasus was going to throw that back at him eventually. He runs his mouth along the curve of Seto's ear, lightly applying his teeth, and gives the base of Seto's cock a gentle squeeze.]

And throw in a 'please'.

[neutronblast]

[maybe a little too much positive reinforcement. he can sense a familiar authoritativeness creeping in. unfortunately -- or fortunately, he's not in a right enough mind to judge -- he falls prey to it. though he doesn't go quite as far as a please, at least not yet. obedience wasn't a given; he'd still have to earn it. they'd both be bored otherwise.]

I think you should try harder first.

[which isn't to say he isn't willing to play nice, far from it. tipping his head back, he rubs the edge of a smooth horn against pegasus' cheek, along whatever he can reach. ordinarily a no-go zone, now he craves the contact. even lacking in experience, he signals and signals clearly to pegasus: the whole area was erogenous.]

Here. I want it here.

[it may not have been please, but he breathes I want it with similar heft and purpose.]

[millenniumeyed]

[A good thing Seto can't see his face, because he looks amused. It was very very sweet, and very very cute how he asked, all breathless and needy, but... the horns? He was expecting something more traditional, like Seto's cock or his sac or his ass.

But if this is what Seto wants, he'll give it to him. As long as he gets to feel Seto quiver and hear him moan, he isn't fussed about stimulating horns being a somewhat odd request.

He raises his free hand to one of the horns, delicately closing his fingers around it and lightly stoking his thumb over its ridges. They're smooth, shiny, and cool, interesting to touch, and he tugs Seto down into an arch so he has greater access, leaning his cheek into the side of one to soothe the heat of his face, rubbing like an over-affectionate feline.]

[neutronblast]

[thankfully, pegasus won't use this against him later. because he'd never, ever do such a dastardly thing. it's just not in his kind-hearted nature.

and seto doesn't care anyway, sighing and very nearly going limp in pegasus' grip. even downright tame as he rubs right back, the deep rumbling in his throat not far off from a purr. he may not be an actual dragon, but he's close enough to the real deal right now. princess deep-eyes would be so proud of her master. he's just missing wings and a tail.

still, part of him stays stubborn. no pleases, no quivers, no moans. not yet.]

Not going to make it to the water at this rate.

[the words roll smooth off his tongue. this was definitely seto kaiba at his most docile, arching as directed.]

[millenniumeyed]

[He can feel exactly what compels Seto to go limp, to sigh, to rumble his appreciation, and it's a startling degree of sensitivity. Amusing, too, because how inconvenient it must be to be endowed with such intimidating-looking horns, only to have them able to turn you limp at a touch. With Pegasus' insistence that they pretend this never happened, he won't be able to say anything about it... but occasionally, entirely by accident, he may touch them, because that sort of thing just happens sometimes, you know. Sometimes you accidentally rub a guys horns. Butterfingers, klutz, etcetera.

And oh, right. They'd come here to have a bath. A cool one, but the back rooms were nowhere near as sweltering as the rest of the club, courtesy of a window cracked open at the back, and that was reflected in the steam rising off of the water.]

Good. Looks too hot, anyway.

[Though outside actually looks cool. The weather must have dipped during his bender.

He continues to rub his cheek into one of Seto's horns, turning periodically to run his lips along its smooth surface, while the hand curled around Seto's cock resumes its steady strokes. His efforts turn his own breaths soft and shuddery, thanks to the potion, but he maintains an impressive degree of control. It won't do to have him lose his cool before Seto does.]

[neutronblast]

[stubbornly:]

I also want my bath. And so do you.

[idiot. otherwise he might've been way too tempted to get way too inappropriate out there on the dancefloor.

either way, though, he's not in much of a state to argue, even less so by the second. he has to lean a bit harder on the door to compensate, as his thighs were starting to wobble. yes, even quiver, so pegasus gets what he wants too. he won't moan, he won't, but something softer -- almost like a whimper -- escapes and that might be worse.

his eyes flutter shut. his heels dig for purchase; his fingers fold in on themselves. and the proud seto kaiba bows his head.]

Cocktease.

[get it? it's funny because... well, he can figure it out.]

[millenniumeyed]

[Later, he wants to say, and he gets as far as opening his mouth when Seto's thighs begin to wobble and he makes that lovely, lovely sound. One he's never heard from Seto before, and one he'd very much like to hear again, so Pegasus snakes a hand down between them to work his trousers open. Seems like an appropriate time to escalate things.]

Tease? I think I'm being quite obliging, and I'm still waiting to hear some appreciation.

[But he's not going to complain if he gets more of that sound instead.

With his cock out, resting heavy and hard against one of Seto's slender thighs, he abandons the horns in favour of closing his palm over the nape of Seto's neck and pressing him into a deeper bow. Lower, and lower, until it seems like Pegasus is going to fuck him, take him right against the closed door with the sounds of revelry radiating through the wood, but--]

Legs together, Seto.

[No, not quite.]

[neutronblast]

[this bastard. this idiot. this asshole.]

Are you getting off on bossing me around?

[usually that would've sounded terse. here, it just sighs his way through it. it's hard to focus on anything else but that building pleasure, after all.

and usually he would've balked at the notion of bowing his head to anyone, never mind the man who really did get off on bossing him around in the worst possible way once upon a time. but he doesn't resist that insistent hand, the harsher guidance. mainly because he's still cognizant enough to recognize that it wasn't an attempt to humiliate him.

lower, lower, lower. but not quite low enough to leave him too vulnerable, as he stops and says:]

Tell me why I should.

[he's also cognizant enough not to go along with absolutely everything. just most things.]

[millenniumeyed]

Mmm. Cruder than I would have put it, but yes.

[No point in pretending otherwise. Kaiba's so proud and insolent- of course Pegasus gets off on bossing him around, and certainly on having him submit to it so willingly.

Well, mostly willingly. Which is still a lot of willingness to get from Seto, considering their history.]

Because what I intend to do will feel very nice, just like everything else I've done so far. [He leans over Seto, his hair gliding over Seto's bare back, and the hand on Seto's cock strokes faster to bring him closer to the precipice, compel a little more compliance. It takes a lot to keep himself steady, his breaths hitching and head fuzzy as their shared pleasure mounts, but he manages, like always. His voice carries with it only a slight tremble.] So put your legs together for me.

[neutronblast]

[seto huffs again, keen to loop right back around to elaborate to embarrass him but the abrupt uptick in that manhandling cuts off anything like an argument. he was a creature of impressive stamina, certainly much more so than the one jerking him off, but he would've struggled even while sober. that hand really was too deft for its own good.

the heels of his boots scuff against the floor and he swears under his breath. but that flash of rebellion, of insolence, quickly dies down.]

Tch... there's such a thing as too bossy, y'know...

[no there isn't. not right now. a few moments later, seto relents, bringing his legs together -- you win.]

[millenniumeyed]

[He is an artist, and what he lacks in experience, he makes up for with that carefully honed dexterity. He'd probably be doing a lot worse without that background.]

Clearly I haven't reached that point, or you wouldn't be so obliging.

[And since he is being obliging, they can finally press on.

He releases Seto's nape in favour of lightly coiling his hand around one of Seto's horns, both as a means to keep Seto anchored, and to offer some idle stimulation. But not too much, because with a hand on his cock, his horn, and Pegasus preparing to wedge himself between Seto's legs, he could end up overwhelmed, which means Pegasus would end up overwhelmed too, and that would bring an end to things all too fast. He wants this to last. He's already dragged it on long enough that his head is slightly less muzzy from the alcohol.

The skin on the insides of Seto's thighs is soft and warm damp with sweat, and Pegasus bites down on his bottom lip to quiet himself as he sinks his cock steadily between them. Even this is a tight fit. It's a lot, and as he presses forward, past Seto's sac, and then pulls back, it turns every point of contact hot and makes his head swim, and it's something of a miracle that he manages to continue stroking Seto with such fluidity.]

[neutronblast]

[it's a lot to handle. sober seto might have warded him off; drunk and drugged seto stands no chance at all.

and he expected a lot of things from pegasus, because pegasus was a weirdo, but he can't say he expected that. granted, he's been surprised since the moment he was dragged onto the dance floor, but this was... well, he's not sure he can find the right words for it. which was pretty impressive, considering just how dangerous he could be with them.

blood rushes to his face as he snaps his head over his shoulder. as much as he can in this awkward position anyway.]

Are... are you fucking my...

[oh god. he can say, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that this has never happened to him. he may have been a teenager, he may have experimented on downtime and with whatever poor soul happened to be available, and he may have done even worse than that in any numbers of ways, but he's never done this. he's practically sputtering.

pegasus has done it. he's definitely done it. he's embarrassed. and maybe he could make a case for hating it if he wasn't gasping for it.]

[millenniumeyed]

[Of all the things to get him embarrassed, it's this? Not that he's complaining. Quite the opposite, because it's about time Seto's face got as red as his. It suits him, that colour, and oh look, it even reaches his ears- how cute. For that reaction alone, this might even be better than actually fucking him.]

What exactly were you expecting when I told you to put your legs together?

[Admittedly, Pegasus' purview is limited, but there doesn't seem like a lot of other things that could follow such an instruction.

He laughs, soft and breathy, and rocks slow between Seto's thighs. There's no semblance of a rhythm. That's too much effort for something that feels good as it is, and will feel good regardless of how erratic his thrusts get. He continues to stroke Seto and run a thumb along the underside of Seto's horn at the same time, but his background as an artist can only take him so far, and the ability to do these things with any consistency gets further and further away with every rock of his hips.]

[neutronblast]

[he has sensitive legs. so sue him. or maybe he don't, he's kinda broke these days.

and he probably should have put two and two together while he was busy putting his legs together, but for whatever reason, it didn't occur to him. maybe it was because it struck him as odd, to be so reverential of something in that way. maybe it said a lot more about himself than pegasus that he questioned any attention that felt like affection.

but that couldn't be the case, right? it's just sex. that's all.

okay. legs together, he can hold it together. this is fine, he tells himself as his eyes flicker back and away and he braces his arms on the door. his claws bite into his own flesh and his fangs cut into his own lip as he tries so, so hard not to cry out and fails so, so utterly. oh well. it's not bad to feel good, right? ...right.]

You're the worst...!

[well, that much wasn't wrong. it just doesn't sound too angry, or even all that annoyed, as he collapses into the fitful moans that pegasus wanted so desperately to hear.]

[millenniumeyed]

[He sure is, but it might improve Seto's mood some that Pegasus crumples in quick order, his forehead falling to Seto's shoulder and panting breaths rolling across Seto's back. Holding it together doesn't seem to be in the cards for either of them tonight. Though Pegasus does an admirable job: he's still able keep himself moving and stroking, and he has enough presence of mind to secure his teeth to Seto's nape when his own sounds threaten to bubble over. Bet Seto wishes he'd thought of that.

He listens to Seto as best he can through the growing haze. No please- maybe he'll get one of those later, but he's more than satisfied with the overwrought cries and moans he does manage to tear from Seto. If his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, if they'd been in a better position, he would have torn them from Seto's lips in a more literal sense too, savoured the vibration of each one. He would have eaten them like something ravenous.

But he isn't fussed about the limitations of this position. Seto is encasing him, flowing into him, pulsing through him, invading him from the ends of his fingers to the floor of his belly, and everything is perfect as it is.]

[neutronblast]

[it's just sex, he thinks, even as he's barely able to think at all. that's all it is. that's all it will ever be.

holding it together lasts for all of a few seconds before seto loses what's left of his waning control. there's too much stimulation going on, too much touching, and it shatters his stability. now rocking desperately into his hand, he hits his peak, spilling his seed and moaning the whole way through. a heady orgasm which he embraces with open arms.

and he just keeps going and going. his hips push with near devastating force back into pegasus, seeking that sharp slide of his cock between his thighs over and over again. something between a whimper and a wail escapes him, sounds he should never make but does anyway. nobody has ever done this to him, ever touched him like this before, and it shows. he doesn't know to handle it. he doesn't know how to handle pegasus. not anymore. he hides his face for all the good it does him, a deep deep red from head to toe.

he arches his back, forcing them to stay together, to stay connected. the drug demands it. he can't be anywhere else, be with anyone else. it's the only thing that matters now.

he keeps going to bring pegasus over the edge too. he doesn't want to be alone, can't be alone. they are bonded. he's lost himself, and that's just the way it is.]

[millenniumeyed]

[Pegasus shatters in turn, trembling all over and gasping wetly into Seto's skin as Seto's finish rocks through him, sears over his nerves, his synapses, and under this assault his grip finally, finally stutters to a stop, but it doesn't matter, because Seto is quick to pick up the pace. He rocks back into Pegasus so smoothly and hard that any remaining cognisance fast evacuates Pegasus' head, and god, he isn't going to last. He's barely holding himself up at this point. His legs are trembling under his weight.

His hands fall mindlessly to Seto's hips, holding on with all the desperation of a drowning man to a buoy. He doesn't feel his teeth, nor nails through their bond, though they bite in; the only thing breaching his awareness is his rapid climb to completion, and his grip on Seto's neck slackens just enough for a cry to fall from his lips as he finally plummets over the edge. There's no hand to catch his finish, and so it spills onto the floor, the door, between Seto's legs, sliding down the soft, reddened insides of his thighs. Pegasus might have appreciated that, if he hadn't become so detached from himself, losing himself in Seto and the incomprehensible connection tying them together. He releases the buoy to let himself drown in the dark of completion.

And when the raging sea finally recedes enough for him to rise back to the surface, he finds himself curled over Seto and holding the man close, his heaving chest clinging to that warm, bitten back. Holding him like a lover, he thinks, fuzzily, but it is just sex, and sex he will never have again. Still, he holds on, burying his face in the soft of Seto's hair and letting his eye fall shut again.]

[neutronblast]

[something like primal instinct kicks in, overriding the drug and taking over for a few seconds. a precious few seconds, as he uses it to ground himself, dig in his heels and prevent outright collapse. he doesn't care about the mess they've made; he doesn't care that they've crossed a certain threshold, done something they can't take back.

don't let him fall.

and how ironic that he'd think that, he'd try to save him when he was the one who stole his soul and damned him to that dreadful, despicable dungeon.

there's no drug that can hold seto kaiba's will at bay. at least not for long. pegasus may have guided this whole exchange but seto proves all too quick to reassert control. he bears the weight on his back as if it were nothing and it might just come across as the slightest bit protective, akin to an animal reassuring its mate. curled up, side by side.

he breathes in, breathes out, then comes down from the high. still linked, still together, as it should be.]

You alright?

[he returns the affection, if only in his own way. that he asks at all was proof of that.]

[millenniumeyed]

[It's nice that Seto asks, and he's too comfortable to care that it's definitely because of the drugs.]

Mhm.

[Not much of an answer. He's tired. That was an awful lot for a man who hasn't been intimate with someone in almost a decade. Were they in a bed, he probably would have rolled over and fallen right asleep, but lacking that option, he shifts against Seto's back and rubs his cheek groggily against his hair and spends several seconds fighting his eye back open.

They're a mess, all sweaty and covered in come. Seto needs to clean his legs, while he needs to clean his hand. After a moment of catching his breath, he manages to string together a full sentence:]

Think I could go for that bath now.

[Maybe Seto will let him lay on him in there for a while.]

[neutronblast]

[kaiba shifts away though he doesn't go too far, simply turning to face pegasus, steadying him with a hand. he rests his back against the door and peers at pegasus with calm eyes and a neutral expression. in this case, it was a good sign -- there's no emotional whiplash, no snap of aggravation. pegasus was alright; so was he.]

Go get the water running. And try not to trip over yourself.

[he just needs a minute to catch his breath. not fucking him proper had its advantages, namely neither of them would have an issue walking.]

...I'll help you clean up. If you want.

[millenniumeyed]

[He won't trip! He is, however, reluctant to part from Seto, because he's clingy at the best of times- 'fixated on his dead fiancee for seven years' kind of clingy, but it's even worse under the effects of whatever potion they'd drunk earlier.

He reluctantly steps away, staring at Seto for a long moment and shuffling his feet, then its over to one of the empty tubs, which he begins to fill as requested. It's going to take him longer than Seto to rebuild his self-control. Seto might have lost his faster, but he recovered it faster too.]

I should really be the one offering, don't you think? [He glances pointedly at Seto's thighs.] I mean, yes. But you're more of a mess.

[After carefully removing and folding his clothes, he slides into the steadily filling tub and stretches out his legs. Usually he'd have some reservations about being completely naked in front of another person, but it's hard to care right now.]

[neutronblast]

[just as calmly, kaiba kicks off his boots and shuffles the rest of the way out of his pants. there's nothing like shame in it, because that kind of falls by the wayside when another man fucks your thighs like his life depends on it. he's not in the mood to complain anyway; that could come later. for now, he just wants him to stay, against better judgment.

for now, he saunters over as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, perching on the edge of the tub and staring at the water as it fills.]

It's not like it hurt. So it's not a big deal.

[it wouldn't have been even if it did. another troubling sign of a toxic attitude.]

[millenniumeyed]

[He agrees:]

No, not a big deal.

[If it's not a big deal, there might not be a shoe drop later. He's not worried right now, while they're both so docile and the alcohol and drugs and that climax are still weaving through him, but he's still anticipating anger when Seto's sobriety returns.

Once Seto is within reach, he grabs at one of his wrists and tries to tug him into the tub with him.]

But you still need more of a clean than I do. [Which a hot tub isn't ideal for, but whatever. They can bathe with soap and wash cloths later. Warm and sleepy as he is, Pegasus might not even bother with that until morning. Might just crawl into bed once they're done here.]

[neutronblast]

[no need to try. seto sinks into the water without resistance, sighing as it laps against his skin and soothes the redder areas. it may not have hurt, but there was some slight discomfort thanks to all that rubbing and grinding. and it's nice to just relax rather than worry about... well, everything else. which he does, leaning their shoulders together.]

You act as though I'm filthy.

[maybe in a literal sense. otherwise, he felt no different than usual. sex was sex. it's just human nature.]

Didn't take you for a thigh guy. Just goes to show what I know.