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« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « END IN THE DISCORD

While the societal climate between Dominants and Submissives remains somewhat neutral throughout Duplicity, there has been the occasional whisper of defiance and call for equality. Yet, demonstrations and visible proof of this unhappiness spreads faster by word of mouth on a day exactly when you need it most.

Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that is never in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its lucrative location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, I choose the third door will get you inside and into the temporary freedom club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be—or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate – or if your preference is sexual – encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled.

On the night you choose to visit, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, you have the choice of submitting your name into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, a message will pop up on your device with the name and information of your partner, and whether or not you choose to meet them is purely at your discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either.

» » » TABLE IT FOR LATER

Gratification of being a successful Dominant or Submissive isn't necessarily simple. Learning curves are to be made, and mistakes will happen. Led by a Dominant and Submissive couple – Miriam and Victoria, who have been paired for twenty-two years – a monthly meeting for unattached Dominants and Submissives is held in the conference room of Morning Wood motel in the Down. The meeting starts a few minutes after nine and has no designated end time. The couple introduce themselves and explain the purpose of the meeting: learn the proper method for a new kink and possibly find your perfect partner. The space is intimate and well-stocked with refreshments.

To begin, Victoria, while blindfolded, balances on her hands and knees with her back perfectly level. Her partner, when ready, places various items on the level surface–a full cup, a plate. The Submissive is meant to hold the items until the Dominant believes she's reached her limit. The exercise is one of trust and understanding. The demonstration is a short one, followed by Miriam removing the blindfold and soothing her Submissive. The words are whispered low and with care, clearly a method that is specific to this couple. The process is concluded with the pair handing out workups, videos, and answering questions. Anyone wishing to practice Purposeful Submission can do so in the open room with a random volunteer, aided by the couple, or can find someone to take to one of the rented rooms. Sex may follow any scene but is not necessarily included. Experimenting with unattached Dominants and Submissives allows for new relationships to form.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chose "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of January to June, their designation will be Dominant. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of July to December, their designation will be Submissive. For characters with an unknown birthday, their designation will be Dominant.

Arrival into Duplicity has not been used as a prompt as it is a rather large part of introducing the game and will be saved for the first in-game log. But feel free to thread it on the TDM. Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well!

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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[ and then very familiar arms slide over his shoulders from behind, and enkidu perches his chin in the crook of his neck, green hair spilling over the king's chest like a curtain. ]

Instead of talking to others, you ought to pay attention to me, I think.

[ this is a decided change from the last time he'd seen gil, but as strange as this place is, and as out-of-place as he always feels in cities, it's a chance to be with him again. that's enough. ]

[ -- it does take a considerable amount to shock Gilgamesh, who collected all the world's treasures and partook in all experiences, but that voice shocks him right out of his flippant ~~fuckboy~~ exterior. his friend is here, as well?

for a half second, he is quiet, actually open-mouthed with shock. but then Gilgamesh recovers, laughing uproariously. what wonderful fortune that they should meet again outside of the Grail War! ]

Of course. [ he smiles in a way that is familiar between them. ] Though to greet you properly, I should once again use all the contents of my treasury against you, an honor reserved only for my friend.

[ A SLIGHTLY UNORTHODOX GREETING BUT. GILGAMESH-LOVE: Enkidu is the one person equipped to handle it. ]

[ he slides fingers into golden hair and tugs gently, urging gil to tip his head further toward him. shifting to lean further against him, he presses his lips between the king's brows, then to the bridge of his nose, and finally against his mouth. when he pulls back, he's smiling, happy and at ease. ]

I suppose that we might break this world if we play together in such a way once more.

[ he slips around the chair and, heedless of anyone around them, simply slides into gilgamesh's lap as if he owns it. it's not entirely inaccurate, after all; while enkidu is a weapon to be wielded by the king, the king's hands are his. his beloved friend, his gil. ]

I think that I would rather stay for a time, if it means that we'll have more of it together.

[ -- of course, it is without question that Gilgamesh immediately responds to the provocative touches, letting his head be tipped back and his face kissed. perhaps later he will deal with some internal feelings of shock and surprise over Enkidu's presence -- a loss and a trauma he has carried for four-thousand and some years is something of a large matter, after all, even (especially) for a man such as Gilgamesh, who could be said to be slightly out of touch with and poor in dealing with his own feelings.

however, for now, he can live in the present tense and simply respond, animal-like and instinctive, to the feeling of cool hair and warmer skin. when Enkidu slides into Gilgamesh's lap, Gilgamesh makes a low sweet sound, velvety, almost a purr, and grips him quite forcefully, dandling Enkidu on his lap to create the beginnings of friction through their clothing. fierce and possessive, because Enkidu is his, also, and His Only Friend. ]

Then I suppose we must celebrate this glorious day of reunion in another manner.

[ nothing like a hot, passionate public romp in random sex land to say I Love You Most-est, eh? ]

[ oh. four-thousand years since their parting, but it may as well have been a day; enkidu's body is quick to remember and respond to hard, familiar hands, to the determined roll of gil's hips. it's already heat and pleasure and familiar, helpless love. his gil, always ready for him like this.

he shifts, thighs spreading over the king's lap, a breathless little laugh escaping as he lets himself be manhandled. ]

I like that idea. --How do you want me? [ his palms brace against gil's chest, slide up to his shoulders, slender wrists crossing at the nape of his neck-- and in the king's grip, he changes, waist curving inward, hips widening, breasts swelling beneath the shapeless shift. he smiles as he leans in, bright and a little wicked, already wet for him as he grinds against gilgamesh's lap. ] .. Maybe a bit of both instead..?

[ there is no bliss that can compare to the feeling of being swept up in the vortex of passion and human feeling that only Enkidu can stir in Gilgamesh's heart so easily and quickly. he knows he can be his most true, open, and honest self in their moments together. his love is immediate and unguarded -- sometimes forceful, even violent in the intensity of his passion, but then, Enkidu can withstand and reciprocate that as well.

Gilgamesh laughs as well, delighted, breath hitching almost imperceptibly as he draws it into his chest. he grinds up against Enkidu, already hard at the scent and feel of the body against him, although he does not yet move to undress, simply rutting against Enkidu's thighs to stir his own urgent passions and build that coiling intensity in the pit of his belly. ]

Need you ask? [ he trails his fingers down that long green hair, drawing him down for a fierce, messy kiss. ] You are lovely in all forms.

[ so surprise him? (although is it ever really a surprise with them?) Gilgamesh is naturally very dexterous with his hands, and immediately they are everywhere on Enkidu, pulling away that teasing shift to bare the shifting flesh to the air of the club, which seems to grow warmer with each passing moment of proximity. he is effortlessly possessive in caressing those breasts, stroking shamelessly and relishing the feeling of flesh moulding itself for his pleasure. his dear Enkidu. ]

[ he rides the roll of gilgamesh's hips with familiar ease, unprotesting as the shapeless clothing is drawn from his form. enkidu isn't human, after all, and has never been human, for all that shamhat and gil have taught him about humanity. he has no use for human modesty, and so he's as comfortable in his bare skin as he is swathed in fabric.

if anything, he straightens, displaying himself better for his beloved-- or anyone else watching. the hands that reach up to stroke his breasts earn a soft, hungry little gasp, enkidu pushing into the caresses. he frees a hand, pushing it down between them, rubbing the heel of his palm against gil's cock through his pants. it feels good just to be with him again, still so desired, and though he knows there are many things they need to talk about-- they can wait for now. ]

It's been millennia, [ he breathes, ducking his head to nip sharply at the blond's throat, then nuzzle into the small mark after, tongue flat and rough as a cat's against the fair skin. ] Will you make me wait any longer to have you again?

[ others may look on, perhaps even enviously, at Enkidu's androgynous beauty, but they cannot touch. Gilgamesh will not permit that. not here and now, that is; not at the moment of their joyous reunion. Enkidu is his and he must claim his one and only friend, who is also his lover and consort to his crown. his partner. who could possibly stand against them? -- yes, everything, absolutely everything else, can wait.

gilgamesh arches up at the feeling of the hand on his cock, inhaling a sharp laugh. of course, enkidu's own breathy entreaty has him already feeling wildly dizzy with that upsurge of mingled excitement/arousal/love -- his usual untouchable demeanor rapidly abating to be replaced with the all-consuming desire to bury himself in the body before him. he shrugs away his shirt and pants unceremoniously, revealing all his smooth, sculpted, half-divine body, including his erection. he throbs in the throes of such overwhelming, potent need -- such an untamed and primordial creature as he is. as they both are.

everything is already becoming a tangle of limbs -- teeth and kisses and bites and hair.

of course not... of course he will not make Enkidu wait. his whole body begs for this now. ]

Edited 2018-09-18 01:45 (UTC)

[ small, clever hands tangle in fabric, helping gilgamesh divest himself of his clothing. when he's bare, they skim almost ticklishly over his skin, then flatten against his ribs, fingers spreading possessively. yes, this is better, bare golden flesh against his own, the hard flex of muscle beneath his palms as he drags them down gil's waist. ]

Mine, [ he hums out happily as he catches the king's mouth again, hungry, teeth nipping, coaxing gil's tongue between them. and yours he doesn't need to say, because he's always been gil's. helplessly, hopelessly, even when neither of them had realized.

he doesn't have the patience for more teasing, though, reaching to steady gilgamesh's cock with one hand. the other pushes down, thumb rubbing roughly over his clit, making him shudder with the jolt of pleasure. a few moments later, and he's guiding gil's cock inside, sinking down over him in one long glide, body automatically adjusting around him. enkidu groans softly as gilgamesh bottoms out inside him, hand clutching the blond's arm hard enough to bruise. ]

[ when gilgamesh entered this new world, the last thing he expected, if he expected anything at all, was a hot and heavy encounter with the long-dead love of his life, but of course he is swept up madly into the all-consuming heat and emotion of the moment. he keens happily and shamelessly at those possessive touches, arching and pushing and encouraging enkidu to touch more -- relishing in those sweet hands like a feline eager to be stroked and petted. ]

Yours. [ he agrees... blissfully, deliriously joyful at being claimed. he cannot protest even a little, not after so long of carrying this wound. so he lets his pride go, but only now and only for this person, shivering and jerking up instinctively as that heat settles down onto and around him. he murmurs something in their language, words of endearment and love.

gilgamesh keeps enough frame of mind to kiss back, hot and hungry and breathless -- a reciprocally aggressive and possessive kiss, all teeth and tongue. enkidu is warm and wet and feels like love and home. gilgamesh joins his fingers in rubbing at his swollen clit, lacing their fingers and beginning to move, hard and steady, forcing himself to pace this so he can drown and luxuriate in every moment of the feeling. everything else around them, all the people and sights and sounds, seem to melt away into some other world, and now there's only that slick sound of flesh on flesh and their mingled breaths. ]

[ almost unconsciously, his body shifts again, easing back into the familiar androgyny of his usual form. the wet heat surrounding gilgamesh stays just the same, though, as enkidu clutches the hands laced with his own and rides the roll of the other man's hips. he grinds down on each thrust, tight around gil, groaning softly into their next kiss at the fullness, at having his lover under his hands and inside him again.

the possessive hunger roars up inside him like an animal, wanting nothing more than to claim and keep gilgamesh here with him, never let him go again. green hair clings to both of them as he takes their interlaced hands, pushing them up against the cushions of the seat by the blond's head, trapping gil's hands there as he moves.

he's missed this, missed the sound of their language, the murmur of gil's voice during their lovemaking, the way his bright eyes soften for enkidu alone. he kisses the words right off the other man's lips, knees tight against gil's hips as he works himself on his cock. ]

[ The world of sex with feeling is so much different than the world of sex for the sake of sadism. The feelings have become so foreign to Gilgamesh, so alien, that his body has almost forgotten what it is like to make love, to murmur words of affection and camaraderie in their distant, dead language, to mould one's flesh together with another being and feel whole in the act. He loves Enkidu, and in the heat of their passion, he likewise has that sudden, overwhelming animal need to claim Enkidu forever, to never let death or any other force take Enkidu from his side again.

Gilgamesh could sit back and enjoy that wet friction up and down his cock for a very long time -- and for a while, he does luxuriate in it. but Enkidu knows him and he how he is very well. and all at once, the temptation proves too great. watching Enkidu move with half-lidded eyes, all of a sudden the hunger wells up. this teasing, this tightening, is too much. Gilgamesh forces his hands up, suddenly grabbing Enkidu by the shoulders and flipping them violently, pinning Enkidu down to the couch. ]

-- hm, certainly you did not think I would be tamed that easily, dear beloved?

[ leaning over Enkidu and licking a hot trail down the side of his face, Gilgamesh suddenly bites down possessively, roughly, lovingly, tugging at the lobe of his ear as green hair tumbles over his face and he slides out, out, out of that hot body, hissing with the sudden loss of heat, until only the head of his cock is nudging the wet entrance and the clit. he pushes up the head in slow, circling, teasing motions, pre-cum leaking from the slit of his erection and mingling with the fluids he has stirred up by their coupling. it is so exhilarating to tease his friend, to fan those flames to ever higher levels of passion. he grips Enkidu's ass forcefully and pulls him closer, eyes never leaving his face as he leans over him. ]

We are only just beginning.

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