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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.

Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.

Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

The hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. 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 becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or 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.

Prompt II

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the new sinners arriving, this feels like a call for celebration! The bar will be lit up with activity. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, 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 will be a certain pull.

One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell.

And you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

Relax and enjoy your first night in hell. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential kinks.

Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

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He hopes it's not a punishment, honestly. Although lust is a sin, isn't it? Maybe they'll be punished for it eventually.

As it is, he tugs Draco along with him, his mind a little hazy from all the stuff he's had at the party, but not enough to cancel out the giddiness of what they're about to do.

"Honestly, neither do I. We'll figure it out along the way, yeah?" There had to be some room in the hotel they could duck off into, even if it required a bit of a spell to get the door open...

What could they do? Kick them out?

He notes idly that Billy's optimism is as charming as his smile was earlier. Some part of his mind is trying to tell him he should find that annoying, but he really doesn't.

"If you insist," he answers a bit wryly as they push through from the bar back to the hotel lobby. It's much quieter out here, but the muffled sound of music spills out into the wider space, echoing faintly through the rest of the hotel.

His buzz certainly doesn't appear to be going anywhere, and Draco lets himself be tugged all too willingly in whatever direction it is that they're going. He sort of looses track, only vaguely aware they've wandered down an unknown corridor that's particularly dark. At the end of it is a flickering light and a door that Draco is not entirely sure was there just a moment ago, but he's a little too eager to care.

Case in point, as they approach the door, he finds himself nudging Billy rather firmly up against it, which turns out to be not very conducive to getting the door open at all. "Remind me again, what is it we're looking for?"

He's teasing. Mostly.

It's actually a little more pleasant once they're back in the lobby. The sounds from the bar are muffled, it's less crowded beyond some staff wandering here and there.

Billy knows he shouldn't be doing this. Not because Draco isn't unfairly attractive, or so far, nice company. But he's pretty sure distracting yourself with sex, alcohol, and whatever else they had in the bar tonight was probably--

You know, not the way to go for redemption.

On the other hand, it was so easy. Especially when he finds himself pushed up against a door. He lets out a noise as he drops his hands to Draco's hips, pulling him in tighter at the teasing. "Some place I can get you out of these clothes and get my mouth on you, I believe..."

For Draco it's a welcome distraction, in large part what he's always used sex for, and as such his feelings on the morality of the moment have been compartmentalized nearly to the point of denial, though, not quite enough to negate one more internal strike against his own self-control. But right now even that is a strike he's all too happy to take, when he would like nothing more than to obliviate himself of the complete mindfuck that is waking up in Penance.

And inevitably, it feels incredible, which helps.

There is a definite predatory edge now in Draco's laugh, mixing with the undercurrent of a groan because yes, it's dangerously easy to fall into this. When he bites at the curve of Billy's ear, he is only a little breathless, but it takes conscious effort to navigate his hand to the door's handle.

"Knock on wood..." he snickers and, because he can feel Billy's got a pretty good hold on his hips, he pushes the door open.

At least it's not a broom closet, or a room full of knives. What it does have is a handful of tables, a worn looking couch, and a counter full of muggle appliances Draco's never seen before, but really could care less to look at now.

He doesn't bother to turn on the lights, he doesn't actually know how. He bypasses a couple of folding chairs and ends up walking them right into one of the tables, but he's rather more occupied now nipping along Billy's jaw to notice beyond the fact they've stopped moving. "Will this do?"

It's definitely a distraction. The perfect distraction at the moment. Each bite that leaves a sting behind, that laugh-- all Billy can think about is how much he wants this, all of it.

He doesn't pay attention to where they are beyond the fact that it's empty and dark. When his legs bump a table, he doesn't hesitate to sit back on it, flashing Draco a grin. "Yeah... yeah. Definitely. You're still wearing way too much though."

Said as he reaches down to undo his own jeans. Sooner they get some of this out of the way, the sooner they can get back to having fun.

Even in the dim light, Draco is somewhat distracted watching Billy's hands doing... what they're doing before the words filter through and he manages to kick his brain into action, not to mention his magic. Then he's smirking quite a lot, and his wand (the magic one) is immediately in his hand.

A swish and a murmur sets every one of the buttons at his wrists, down the length of his shirt, and two at the clasp of his trousers to pop open in quick succession. He squirms a bit out of his topmost layers, which fold themselves neatly on a nearby table, revealing not only pale shoulders and the faint line of a scar across his chest, but the much fresher word printed neatly on his forearm. A gift from Loki.

But Draco barely notices what he's revealing, too busy narrowing his eyes speculatively at the young man perched on the table before him, his wand twirling once unconsciously between his fingers. "...Are you particularly loud?"

Billy's attention is drawn to the pale skin as the other discards his clothes with a spell. He thinks about joking, teasing-- but honestly, Billy's focus is on pale skin being put on display. He almost reaches for him, but-- instead, he tugs at his own shirt, tossing it aside.

He doesn't remark on the fresh scar Draco has when he's sporting one of his own along his forearm. No reason to. They both know why they've got them, and now's not the time for judging.

Not when it's so much easier to reach for Draco again, try to draw him back in close. "I can be quiet. Worried about accidentally putting on a show for anyone who hears us?"

His breathing catches slightly in his chest when Billy pulls him in closer, and there is a certain warmth there he absolutely craves, most especially when he makes the effort to even vaguely align their hips properly.

There it is. He misses entirely that his wand has rolled off the table, because his fingers are more occupied tracing faintly down Billy's sides, exploring new territory with somewhat practiced ease.

"That depends entirely on whether or not you're into that sort of thing." Draco's smile is obscured partially by the fact he's busy nudging his way down to Billy's collarbone to bite a rather rosy red mark into soft skin, though he does tilt back slightly to survey his work. "That is, if you want someone to catch us, by all means be as loud as you like."

"I think right now, I'm pretty happy with just you," he murmurs, breath hitching at another bite. He arches up to encourage more as he slides his hand up through blond hair, tangling in tightly. The other hand slides between them, down over Draco's side greedily to feel more.

"We can see about an audience later. Right now, I want to see how good you are in private." Fingers finally slide down to tease just under the waistband of the other's trousers, slowly working them inside.

[ cw: o hay sex themes. also probably sex. ]

In their current position, he certainly isn't going to deny Billy when he's arching so promisingly like that. He takes his time trailing a path of less than gentle bites downward. He hums a somewhat distracted agreement, and when he reaches the slight rise of a nipple he pauses, teeth only just edging over it lightly.

It's hard to concentrate on words. The heat is everywhere, and when he feels fingers at his waistline, Draco's hips arch forward into them completely without his permission. When words do sink in, he finally lets himself bite at Billy's nipple rather hard, before he starts a path back up again.

"That sounds suspiciously like a challenge," he warns quietly against his throat, only just noticing his own fingers are playing at the zipper on Billy's jeans, really just enough to push it open, to slip his hand inside, and grip firmly.

"Maybe it-- is," he manages to get out as teeth work against his skin. Billy's always enjoyed a rough edge -- and he likes that this guy doesn't seem like he's keen on holding back.

His own body jerks, between the harder bite and the hand on his hardening cock, it's getting increasingly impossible to focus on anything else. His hand flexes in Draco's hair as he slides other from his trousers to shove at them, try to push them down. "Fuck--"

There's a definitely smugness in Draco's lust-quiet laugh, distracted though he is by the fingers in his hair, and the overall rush to expose even more skin as quickly as possible, with which he is all too happy to assist. He inhales a deep breath, mostly an attempt to steady himself, and delivers a rather slow bite to the curve of Billy's neck before he shifts back enough to help in the pushing down of his own pants, and the attempted dragging down of Billy's.

He manages to get them just past his hips anyway, only really just far enough for him to get a better grip on the full length of Billy's stiffening cock. He whispers a wandless spell, one of his most familiar, and his fingers are slick enough now to stroke, slowly, but quite tightly.

"Is that a request, or just an exclamation?" he drawls a bit, leaning in to trace his lips experimentally along Billy's jaw and nip faintly just at his chin.

He squirms, lifting his hips to help him get his jeans down, sighing in relief as the restrictive fabric is pushed somewhere down his thighs... and then a slick hand wraps around him. He's pretty sure his brain is short-circuiting at the moment.

"Mm..." He turns his head to try to catch Draco in a proper kiss as his own hand slides back between them, palming over him in return.

"I'm not going to say no, if you're offering." Not when his brain is pleasantly foggy and he feels-- good, right now. Getting his brains potentially fucked out would just be a topper on the evening.

"No promises about keeping quiet if you do though."

When Billy leans in, Draco hesitates, his eyes narrowing momentarily on the lips so close to his own, but it really is only a moment before he gives in to what he wants, and the kiss fortunately quiets the low moan he can't quite hold in. He bites a bit at both of Billy's lips, lost somewhat in the touching and in being touched, and it's not taking very much at all for Draco to grow somewhat ridiculously hard just rocking into Billy's palm. It's all very distracting.

Likely, his own stubbornly slow stroking isn't helping the other think any clearer either. He pulls his lips back a bit, barely far enough to speak, and his tone remains rather darkly amused.

"I do promise not to be terribly offended if you start moaning my name."

He's grateful for the lips against his, the pinch of teeth as he lets out a low, desperate noise against them. His hand slides away from Draco in favor of settling both his arms around his shoulders, nails raking over his skin, meeting his eyes.

"Then give me a good reason to moan your name." A quick spell has Billy's jeans the rest of the way off, somewhere on the table. He should feel a little exposed, but-- it's the least of his worries at the moment.

There is nothing now to prevent him from moving in, nudging Billy's thighs apart enough for him to fit between them. He's grateful for the magic that allows him to press closer, and the sharp sting of nails is a message all too clear, but the challenge is a true catalyst. Draco does enjoy a good challenge.

Holding Billy's gaze for a moment, he releases him for now with a lingering, tight sort of twist, freeing both hands to glide down the curve of his back, to his hips, and then Draco is tugging him forward to the very edge of the table. He slips a hand down between them, fingertips rubbing a bit to find their mark, and only pauses long enough to whisper his own spell again, to ease his way. He's a bit impatient, but Draco still almost delicately works two fingers (one, then the other) into rather astounding heat, and his tongue busies itself nudging Billy's lips open to explore a little deeper there too.

Reliably, one of the only ways to shut Draco up is to occupy his mouth elsewhere, and all he really manages is a somewhat shameless moan.

It's all a flurry of motion. His clothes are gone and he's being dragged to the edge of the table. His legs fall open, too caught up to care if he seems desperate or not. Maybe he is a little desperate. This feels good. This feels better than whatever hell has waiting for them.

He lets out a noise that gets muffled against lips when fingers work there way inside, hips twitching forward impatiently to encourage him to hurry as lips part hungrily.

Restless hands move over Draco wherever he can reach, eager to explore warm skin and curve.

It's impossible for Draco not to feel the urgency in the roll of Billy's hips, and nearly every part of him agrees. The heat of earlier, the dancing, the party, it doesn't compare to this heat, arcing through his nerves like electric fire. If the rest of this day had been payment for his sins, this feels like a perfect reward.

His own restless need makes him slightly less gentle about the process of withdrawing his fingers to replace them with the faintly twitching tip of his equally impatient cock. Draco doesn't really hesitate to rock himself forward deeper, even if he is a bit lingering about it.

He is rather intensely breathless when the kiss breaks, a shudder rocking through him far too quickly, and as he fits himself more fully into place, he bites his way down from Billy's lips to his throat, too caught up in touch and tightness to care much about the marks he's leaving behind.

Billy doesn't care about gentle right now. He brings a leg up to wrap it around Draco's hips, draw him in when he starts to push in. The stretch and burn as his body adjusts to the intrusion makes his breath catch for a moment, sparks of sensation traveling along his nerves--

"Yes," he murmurs breathlessly. He tilts his head back, offering more skin up to those teeth trailing down over his neck. "Harder."

Whether he means the bites or something else or both, it doesn't really matter. He just doesn't want to have to think about anything else right now, just the guy above him and inside of him, and the jolts of pain when teeth pinch at his skin, leave marks behind.

Those marks will be so much better than the other scars anyway.

For a moment, because he can, Draco lets his tongue trace a faint line down the soft skin he's just tormented, but then since Billy asks him to so very nicely, he nuzzles his lips in close enough now to bite all the harder, trailing another path toward the other side of his throat.

His fingers trace down Billy's sides, nails catching a bit at his hips to hold him in place for a moment while he slowly shifts to find the best... angle. Then his palms are bracing solidly on the tabletop to steady that instead for when his own hips pick up a sharper rhythm of hard, shallow thrusts, the impact of which is enough to shake the table beneath them.

"Oh- fuck," he gasps unevenly when he falters just long enough to catch his breath, his hips only momentarily slowing the intoxicating pull all around him to a tight drag before he picks up his pace again. The table rattles a little dangerously.

Billy's nails rake up over Draco's back when teeth bite down even harder, finally. He lets out a deep moan at the spike of pain while the world narrows down to just them for the moment. Exactly what he wanted. Just them. The warmth of a solid body above his, inside of him. His thighs come up to wrap around him, tightening around Draco as the table protests each rough thrust.

But he's not thinking about it right now. Just the drag of the other's length inside of him, angled just right to send pleasure shooting along his nerves.

Bill finds himself arching underneath him, one hand dropping to grip at the table until his knuckles turn white. He's going to feel this tomorrow, no way he's not. His other hand slides away from Draco as well, sliding between them to take his own length in hand. "You can-- say that again," he huffs, managing a hazy grin up at him.

He gasps a bit at the stinging trail nails leave across his back, pulling into full focus the distinctly intense pleasure of having Billy arching underneath him, making the noises he's currently making, surrounding him rather completely, and of course... he's cheeky too.

"...What?... Fuck?" Draco punctuates each word with a hard bounce of his hips, and there's a definite sort of growl to his groan when Billy grins at him like that. He could kiss that grin, or bite it, which is tempting, but so is the hand that Draco watches migrating down between them. He could help him out with that, too, but he is rather enjoying just watching it happen for a moment.

He can't help that Billy looks pretty incredible like this, even in the room's dim light. When the watching has him twitching a bit threateningly inside Billy, Draco has to slow the pump of his hips again. He hisses rather tightly as he reigns in his control, before he is speeding up again, while everything else blurs out around them.

The table is rocking a little with them, but for the moment, appears to be holding steady, not that Draco notices it at all anymore beyond it's function as a surface to properly fuck the other against.

Billy has to bite the inside of his lip to keep quiet when Draco gives a particularly hard thrust, especially coupled with that growl. Still, his breath catches and a shudder of pleasure goes down his spine.

"It's-- totally not fair how good you look right now," he manages breathlessly. Part of him thinks maybe he should be a little bit ashamed with himself, if only for the way he shifts restlessly, greedily underneath Draco, hips lifting to take him in as deep as he can manage, cock twitching in his grip the closer he gets.

He doesn't though.

Although he does maybe notice the table swaying a little bit. He huffs out a breathless noise, tilting his head back to look. "God-- this thing better hold on."

Although with his luck? He'll absolutely get cockblocked by a table. "Of course hell can't afford steady tables..."

Draco's low laugh is probably annoyingly smug, though it trails off quickly when he gets distracted leaning in to bite at an already rather tender looking spot on Billy's neck, if only to thank him for the compliment.

"Does seem a bit... precarious," he eventually sighs. His hips are incredibly reluctant to stop, but he eases their impact enough that the table feels sightly less likely to completely collapse under them. For now. The adjustment changes their rhythm completely, and he shifts his angle in an attempt to press a little deeper in the meantime, with a half-stifled groan.

"We could always move..." He chances another, harder thrust and the table once again shakes beneath them. "...or we can risk it."

Billy can forgive the smug laugh when everything else is hitting everything else he loves. The edge of pain and roughness, getting him out of his mind enough that he's not even worried about where they're at anymore or what it might mean.

He bites his lower lip when Draco seems to only push deeper. His eyes shut for a moment to just focus on it. He was doing good at keeping quiet mostly, he thinks. Until that sudden hard thrust has him letting out a moan of pleasure. fuck. Fuck, okay-- Decisions.

"God-- just keep going. Don't you dare pull out." He's getting close, too close to care if he ends up on the floor after he gets off. He might regret that if he ends up there before, but that's a worry he can't consider right now.

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