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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. |
 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. |
 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. |
 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. |
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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dean's movement did make him uncomfortable. the way his hands flex and fist show how uncomfortable it makes him. there's more weight, a little bit of friction.
cas. a nickname. his nickname. his fingers flex again. why did he like the way it sounded now so much more than he would any other day. it wasn't all that different. dean's tone was. the atmosphere was. ]
No. I'm not going to need it, Dean.
[ he was supposed to respond wasn't he? they had to communicate or lines could get crossed, but the more dean treated him like a chair and told him what to do, the less he felt he could answer. don't give up and give in. allow. let. a common appreciation for the relief of having another person be the best partner they could be. castiel was lacking in flexibility but he was striving to be less rigid. ]
I'll be good.
[ he would. he'd be the lincoln memorial that dean mentioned earlier. as still as he can be.
and he wouldn't let all his worries consume him. it was better than alcohol and he didn't think it'd hurt in the morning. cas was letting that fuzzy feeling float in around the edges. closer and closer. he wasn't sure he could reach it, today or ever, but it was pleasant as it was now. ]
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Any time Cas flaps his ass in, any time there's an electric charge in the air, any time it feels like the world is ionized between them it's always facing one another. It's always looking each other dead in the face, and while cheek to cheek is nice... it just ain't the same.
So he shifts, and for a precarious second it might seem like he's abandoning the whole chair thing. He doesn't. No, he turns instead to straddle him chest to chest, with his knees jutting out somewhere behind Cas and their faces less than a foot apart. Cool guy style, like he's about to have a totally rad conversation about cutting class.
Like this, he can see the subtle tics in Castiel's expression; the slight knit in his brow, the slight part in his lips, the way his adam's apple bobs- a gesture Dean recreates when he finally manages to look Cas in the eyes and it feels like he's swallowed his god damn tongue. His heartbeat skips twice, and then thuds with a vengeance. His lungs feel ragged, raw, compressed.
And like this, groin to groin for the first time, it might become a little apparent that Cas isn't the only one having an involuntary response. Tight blue jeans aren't the most forgiving. Not for either of them probably, with the rough of them pressing down through soft and unprotected cotton.
Worse, but better. Harder for him to keep his head on straight, but there's that little extra spark he felt like this whole thing was lacking so far. Here, up close and personal, he's granted the real unavoidable fact that Cas is shirtless. Bare from hair to boxer shorts, unhidden by Dean's own flannel at his back. Once again at a loss for what he ought to do with his hands, he opts for settling then around Cas's neck like it's the back of a chair, forearms resting heavily on clavical, fingers interlocking a few inches behind his head. Something about this whole thing- being clothed and in layers while the man beneath him is bare, really illustrates the power imbalance they're going for.
And it means his got nothing to fidget with, nothing to put his eyes on that isn't Cas, so they sweep over his features from left eye to right, to lips, to neck, to jawline. Searching him in between flicking them back to meet baby blues. ]
Good.
[ He says of Cas's promise, both hoarse and approving. He works his throat, clears it softly. ]
That's good. That's real good. So talk to me- you run across anything else so far that caught your eye? HBO, Skinemax, anything at that little show out front you're dyin' to try? While we're on the subject and all.
[ Something he can work with, some kind of idea where Cas wants this whole thing to go, so he knows it isn't just... Isn't just him taking advantage. He can't quite separate himself from the idea that somehow if he crosses the line first he's the one putting himself out there, and while it's easy as hell to do with women...
This is Cas.
Maybe after they get some miles under their belt he'll throw out some face down on the bed, but they're not there yet. He's working up to it. Dominating the right way takes time, or maybe he's just a pussy. Hard to say. ]
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a hand moves. stills in the air as dean turns around to straddle his lap.
it was unfair how quickly dean was manipulating his thoughts and probably wasn't even aware of that. groin to groin, cas can feel dean's stomach against his own - in and out with each breath - lower to reveal a physical reaction that was similar to his own. he, castiel an angel of god and warrior of heaven, had through his actions caused dean winchester to feel aroused. that fuzzy, blurring at the edge of his mind explodes. his pupils dilate.
his mouth falls open, their eyes meet, and cas can't get the usually steady rhythm of his breathing even again.
they're at different levels of authority. dean was in control, more so now that he'd turned around and taken the leads of their scene. it's a good question and castiel doesn't know how to answer it. embarrassment isn't a trait that he's experienced often and nothing recently. he doesn't feel that now. he just isn't certain what the best way to start is. ]
I don't know.
[ the words come out stilted. he clears his throat but it does little to help. ]
I've watched, Dean, but.. [ nothing with two men. nothing where two men were copulating or fulfilling a dominant and submissive role. ] Not this.
[ his voice was off, he could hear it himself. cas was struggling to figure out what he wanted, let alone where he wanted it to go. with dean so close, forearm pressed to his upper chest, cas feels helpless. he can't move. breathe. think. not without dean's permission. ]
Tell me.
[ what he wants. ]
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He's doing this. He's causing this. This is fucking Cas, and he's in Cas's lap, and he's god damn hard. A small part of him feels guilty, feels flooded through with discomfort over both his involuntary inwardly-pointed fear of leaving the closet as well as over defiling a god damn angel. Taking advantage of his friend. A much larger part, though, rides high on the taboo of this whole thing. Feels like he's cut loose a tether holding him back. Feels nervous, but excited.
That much is clearly apparent through the front of his jeans, half-hard to full-blown erect by the time Cas finishes his request. Tell me. Alright.
He swallows, throat working, mouth dry. Manages to maintain eye contact even as his arms drop away to strip the flannel off. His black t-shirt is next, fingers gripping it between his shoulder blades and tugging it up over his head. It rucks his hair up a little, but he pays even less attention to that the article of clothing he discards off to the side.
Now, the places their stomachs touch on each inhale are skin touching skin, and he's a little hyper-aware of it every time. ]
Guess we can start off with the basics, huh?
[ He murmurs, a low sort of rasp, voice thick. Following it, he reaches out to take Cas by the wrists. Guides his hands to somewhere toward the back of Dean's sides, presses his palms flat. ]
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dean was changing the rules. he was allowed to, as the dominant, but that didn't keep cas from stumbling to follow along. he was off balance. strong and capable, but choosing to be subdued, responsive, and relinquishing authority. it took a large amount of restraint not to do more than press his palms to dean's sides, close to his rear.
would dean, like the babysitter, want spanked. did that mean he was the pizza man or was dean the pizza man? ]
Are these the basics, Dean?
[ when he spoke more of his body came into contact with the hunter's. little, strange jolts of energy would burst through his skin, and flow down to pool in his abdomen. castiel's thighs flex and relax at the stimulation. his dick hardens and he licks his dry lips.
he'd like to move his hands now. up and over what he assumes will be firm muscle. over shoulder blades. castiel, wants dean to kiss him. the same as he's seen others do. doubt might try to creep in, always there under the surface because he was breaking rules here, but maybe they were allowed. maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they did. ]
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It is true that he's shifting the rules around a little, but - if he's honest with himself, the whole chair thing isn't really his bag. What the hell is he supposed to do with it? Sit there flipping through a Maxim? Maybe the intention was to push a sub to their breaking point, let them stop just before their muscles gave out, but that kinda shtick won't work with Cas. He just isn't built that way, and Dean's ass would get tired before his legs ever would.
So he's changing the game.
He once took Cas to a brothel, paid for a hooker, sent him on his way to finally lose that angelic hymen of his. Five minutes later they're busting ass out the back and Cas was no more devirginated than when they first began. So the game now is this: make it through a decent amount of physical contact without him bringing up post offices or daddy issues or god damn tax reform legislation. ]
The basics are you do what feels good, get it? Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna try, don't think, just do.
[ A beat, and then he considers that order. Rethinks it. ]
No- you know what? Ask first.
[ That's better. Just in case his first inclination is watersports and wrestling moves or some weird ass shit like that. ]
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though.. this was turning into sex. he assumed. cas doesn't have all the point of references necessary to be absolutely certain but it seems that way.
if they weren't already where they were, his mind buzzing, and his erection hard and pressed against dean's, castiel might be saying all the things he shouldn't. he'd probably mention sam. god. his brothers. dean's father issues. the way humans change their clothes to sleep and change them again in the morning. espresso machines. why there were so many options on bed sheets. but they're following a line of touching and communication that is working for him. ]
I want.
[ he's supposed to ask and no it's not watersports. but it's something he doesn't know if dean will want him to have. ]
Kiss me, Dean.
[ it's always the first thing people do. passionate kissing. he wants to know what it feels like. ]
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As it stands, he'd been on the edge of doing that already. Teasing along the line, coasting along the desire but without quite the balls to bridge the space. Cas picks up his slack, sees the next obvious step for what it ought to be, and makes the call for him. Just like he always does.
For a second, Dean swears he can feel every square inch of his skin. It all feels flushed and taut all of a sudden, singing and hyper-sensitive, hairs standing on end. He licks his lips absently and swallows right after, throat working.
Kissing a guy. Kissing Cas.
First time for everything, he guesses. Carefully, tentatively, he slides palms along to curl around Castiel's shoulders like anchor points to keep him from spinning off the earth. Flicks his gaze from Cas's eyes to his lips, and dips in slowly, second-guessing himself all the while.
But the forward momentum doesn't stop, not when the foot between their faces becomes six inches, and then three, and then one. He only pauses a breath away, nose pressed against Castiel's and breath ghosting over chapped lips, a tiny little heart attack unfurling in his chest before they've even met yet. The smallest spasm of lungs pushes a little exhale from him, and then he closes the gap. ]
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[ Leaves are falling all around. It's time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay. But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way. For now I smell the rain. And with it pain, and it's headed my way. Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know about one thing I got to do. Ramble on, and now's the time, the time is now to sing my song. I'm goin' 'round the world. ]
[ the lyrics remembered but not really heard until now. castiel's hips move. pushing up, seeking. wanting more than the light press of lips against lips. his arms shake in their invisible restraints, his head tips to the side out of muscle memory that he's not sure is all his own. this was his first kiss and he'd never get that chance again. it was perfect, if he could choose the word to describe how it felt, for the thirty seconds it lasts.
castiel breaks the kiss, breathes out and drops his forehead to dean's shoulder. he wants to try again. over and over until that tightness building up reaches a breaking point. ]
Dean?
[ he says the hunter's name with awe and a lot more reverence than he usually allows to slip into his tone. castiel raises his head, blue eyes seeking out dean's. there was a lot that could happen now, he was certain of that. his hips could keep moving. dean might feel obligated, responsible, or pity him and help. cas didn't want that. he needed to clear the fuzz.
it may be inevitable, a natural progression from scene to sex for the two of them, but castiel wasn't ready. ]
Cupid. [ cas clears his throat, maintains eye contact that's probably too close to what dean doesn't like. ] I can't catch my breath, Dean.
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As it stands, Castiel's lips alone are enough to send sparks throughout him. They make his own lips zing, tingling and overly sensitive and hyper-aware- made lost by something that's still on the appropriate side of intimate. There isn't even tongue, there's no teeth, there's just soft, dry, careful movement that feels like it sucks his heart out through his ribs.
The fact that he rocks his hips up, that he grinds them together in needy friction... God, he completely understands when Cas breaks away to duck his head and breathe. He's breathless himself, heart racing like he's run some kind of marathon, fingers twitching and digging into Castiel's shoulder to keep vertigo out. It's intense, the type of intense he hasn't felt when doing something like this since- fuck, since when? Cassie? Robin, his first love back at the boy's home?
Cas says his name. Dean meets his eye, lips parted, searching for something, a course of action, the overwhelming desire to meet his lips again, to grind down, to slide his fingers trough--
Cupid.
It startles him, full-on. Jerks him out of the moment and back into reality, and it takes all of a single second of processing it for him to snap backward and leave Castiel's hips, practically across the god damn room in a heartbeat. He's got to turn his back, shirtless, shoulders drawn up, hand passing over his mouth, eyes on the wall.
Speechless at the implication.
At how much he...
feltwantedAnd that Cas abruptly didn't.
Oh, hell. The world splinters and careens, and Dean stands rigidly, wading through it, waiting for it to pass. At least he respects safewords. Cupid. ]
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how he would feel. how dean would feel. all he knows is the abrupt chill in the room, like small, indelicate fingers brushing his skin. the loss of something good, something special, and so very close to something he's been missing in all his 'human' experiences. dean's across the room, facing away, shoulders tense and all that beautiful, freckled skin no longer his to touch.
and he aches with it, the need and desire. the want that he couldn't describe to anyone if they ever thought to ask him how he felt.
he wouldn't rewind time, he wouldn't take it back, but he would do it differently. ] Dean. [ that tone drops, gruff and there's something there that he can't quite explain. ]
[ is he allowed to get up? can he stand. is this over? did he crack something that was so fragile? ]
I.. need you to come back.
[ that fuzz, the blur, it hadn't disappeared when dean pulled away. it'd gotten stronger. overwhelming. his erection was flagging due to lack of stimulation and a panic, of sorts, was filling in all the voids. he didn't want to end it forever. he'd thought, no, he hadn't thought. castiel was swimming and he didn't know the water. rough currents yanking him one way, the sandy beach calling him in the other direction. ]
That word. That safeword. It's not right. Do you understand?
[ castiel leans forward, the 'chair' forgotten. he balances his elbows on his knees. he doesn't need oxygen to survive but he can't breathe. he knows, somehow, that if this had just been sex it wouldn't have ended up this way. he might have fumbled through, here and there making mistakes, but the desire to slow down and stop wouldn't have occurred to him. he'd opened himself up and allowed dean winchester to see through clear him and take a hold of who he is. that, he assumed, was true submission.
it was more than he could handle. ]
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It's the kind you wake up to in the morning.
Panic starts to filter in, tempered only by the use of the word need. By the murmuring of safeword that brings Dean's brows to knit, and he shifts just enough to angle himself toward where Cas slopes forward. The barest of turns, arms folding over one another across his chest.
That safeword, it's not right. ]
No. [ He admits gruffly, darkly, a sort of bark. ] Not really.
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it was serious. more than a casual brush off or a pitiful attempt. their roles meant nothing when it comes down to it. they’re cas and dean before they’re dom and sub. castiel may feel off but dean probably did too. he was aware enough to know this was all strange. for both of them. ]
I don’t know what sex feels like but that didn’t feel like sex. [ not bad. keep going. ] Just sex.
[ maybe dean would understand if castiel kept talking. he could do that. ramble on until dean got to the same page. ]
I couldn’t think or breathe. You kissed me, Dean, and I wanted to spend eternity kissing you in return. My body was hot and buzzing. [ he leans back and touches his bare belly. ] There are butterflies in my stomach. [ that’s the correct phrase, right? ]
I can’t take this lightly and I don’t want you to.
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It's real. It's all too real, isn't it?
He speaks out all the things Dean himself had been feeling, things he had absolutely zero intention to voice. Never planned on speaking the words, never planned on admitting a single bit of it, but it doesn't matter what his intentions are if Cas beats him to the punch. He considers, for a second, saying cupid himself. Can you safeword your way out of feelings? God knows he's tried.
His lips part for a second, and he falters before admitting: ]
It's too much.
[ It's an agreement more than anything. Cas is right.
It's too much to just be sex. There's too much between them for them to nail one out in a motel room bed and expect everything to be okay. It's too much to... god damn dominate Cas like this place is... making them do this.
He moves, slow and careful steps to the bed where he settles on the corner, perched, to burry his face into his hands and scrub it for a second.
His chest still aches a little. Lips still sing. He's still hard in his jeans, but less so. What the hell are they doing. What the hell was he thinking. ]
Jesus.
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why had what they'd just done been so intense. as if it was as far from casual that any sexual encounter could ever be.]
It wasn't enough.
[ and it was too much.
casitel knows how dean feels about personal space but he doesn't want any right now. he stands, ignoring the way his boxers bunch at the front and sits down beside the hunter. his lips are red, his stomach still flipping. he's not as hazy as he had been. ]
Could we build up to more?
[ small, baby steps. with the proper preparation, castiel believes that he could be a better submissive. he doesn't begin to understand that that the two of them need to decide what kind of relationship they are going to have. ]
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It wasn't enough, he says, which spooks Dean's heart but makes his dick twitch in agreement. Flagging, sure, but still hard and still very, very interested. Hard to so quickly get over that unfurling feeling in his gut.
He wants to say no, then run, then drink, then drink some more, and then just maybe never stop drinking. The thing is, though... as long as they're stuck here, as long as Cas has a line down his throat, there's no running from this. This is either gonna keep being a problem or they can actually do something about it.
At this stage, playing these god damn games without actually having... whatever it is that's between them? It'd be a god damn torture session. At least if they start building something it might be tolerable.
He licks his lips. Conflicted, caught on the fence. Fears versus wants. ]
You sure you wanna do that?
[ He can't help but ask, voice husky. A little gruff, a little uncertain. ]
'Cause I can't... There's no un-going down that road, is what I'm trying to say. Once we do this... If things go sideways- when things go sideways...
[ Because realistically every relationship he's ever had and likely every relationship he ever will have has gone to shit. Fallen apart. Broken. It's inevitable. ]
You're my family. I don't wanna lose that. No amount of dry-humping in a motel 6 is worth that to me, you get that, right?