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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2019-09-12 04:47 pm
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TDM #8


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »


« « « AND IT GOES ON AND ON


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.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching.



» » » TAKE A RIDE




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.



« « « A POCKET OF PENNIES




The weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies.

Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them.

In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances.

But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another?

Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all.



« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE


( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use )

Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket.

Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration…

Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become.

One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching.

Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.)

Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back.

Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased.



« « « PERFECTION OF THE DIGITAL




(CW: potential dubcon, objectification)

By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes.

They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person?



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters 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 chooses "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: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character!

» A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with.

» New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths.

Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased.

Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire.

» Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places.

The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency.

If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it.

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




» » » MAIN NAVIGATION « « «

theansweris: (AweInspired)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-14 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ed takes in Tim's words and movements without commenting for a moment. "I am free, but priceless. I may be killed and wasted, but once gone, you can never get me back."

He thinks he's told a similar one to Oswald, but it doesn't matter that much.

"If the age gap remains the same, then I must be in my fifties in your time."
girlofsteele: (I felt the rain on your face)

[personal profile] girlofsteele 2019-10-14 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[her face flushes bright red when he mentions fornicating all day]

--yeah. That wouldn't exactly be practical, would it?

[maybe she's lucky in that she has no special powers to lose?]

They're really not hard. They just take a little getting used to.
legacyshield: (003)

[personal profile] legacyshield 2019-10-14 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Gladio admitted. "But I'd rather not be." Times called for it these days at home, and Gladio was always going to be the guy who rose to expectations put on him. But that didn't mean he didn't feel the pressure sometimes, and like to at least pretend he took things likely once in a while.

It was still just strange to hear Ignis talk like that, and maybe a little unsettling for other reasons, but Gladio went with it. "I'm not going to flirt with your guy, Igs," he said. Open or not, Gladio thought it might be strange with another of Ignis' friends.

His expression went soft and a little sad. "Still hard to imagine a year. But I'm glad you had people to lean on and make it easier." Gladio's hand came up, absently brushing the mark he wore without realizing he'd done it. "Bet they were glad to have you too," he added wryly, hand dropping to clasp back in front of him again. "They from home too?"
likeathief: (smirking smiling wiling)

New Flesh

[personal profile] likeathief 2019-10-14 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Kavinsky is here to buy, sell, and entertain himself. He's checking his phone after a buzz when a familiar face catches his attention.

No fucking way.

A grin breaks across his face and his dark eyes go sharp when he sees Richard Campbell Gansey the fucking Third with a line down his throat. Fucking beautiful. He thinks of a hundred things at once and only one or two of them involve texting Adam. That can fucking wait.

He tracks Gansey through the crowd until he stops at some other booth selling who the fuck knew what.

"You wanna buy something, Dick? Try something on for size?"

Kavinsky plucks up an o-ring gag, looking like a fiend, and lifts his eyebrows suggestively.

He'd rather the city give him Ronan back, but maybe this is the next best thing.
dickthree: (drew_van_acker_in_tower_prep_season_1_29)

[personal profile] dickthree 2019-10-14 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
The voice is so familiar and out of place but he turns to look.

"Kavinsky," he asks incredulously. Out of everyone that Gansey wanted to run into, none of them were Joseph Kavinsky. His name always left a bitter taste in his mouth. Gansey didn't like Kavinsky, there was no air of mystery around that.

His eyes tick away from Kavinsky's face. No line running down his neck. The irony is nauseating.

"They would bring you back from the dead." Gansey's tone is flat. He waves at the o-ring dismissively. "Is Prokopenko not at your disposal?"
inforapound: (Default)

A Pocket of Pennies

[personal profile] inforapound 2019-10-14 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's a dominant that approaches. One that looks rather familiar if not a bit more tired and a bit rougher around the edges than the last time he had seen him. He travels the Down unbothered because he's known down there. He's the man that runs the Kitchens at Haven. He's part of the reason some of them have hot meals. No one steals from Pennyworth and those that do, well, they end up with a crashing headache when they woke up.

He is headed to his charity work tonight when he sees the young woman. But the secondary sight has him blinking. He'd know that lanky frame anywhere. He might have his reservations, but Nygma has been a help now and then. He's not got anything against the man, not really. Not after they figures out what had happened to the poor bugger with the chip.

He pushes past the young lady with a rather polite British, "Pardon Miss. I've been looking for this one everywhere. He's part of the kitchen. You know how it is." He then approaches Ed with a little nod and a jerk of the head. This isn't the Narrows and these people will sooner grab this poor man and sell him then let him off alone.

He hopes it'll help. "Come along, Mr, Nygma. I need your expertise in stretching recipes out."
magocracy: (the conductor went to him in secret)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-14 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes, he does know that, but he's beginning to enjoy this other side of Hawke. He can't imagine a better situation to have fallen in on the hinge of everything else wrong, confusing, and strange about this place. All he has to think about in the moment is the warm head underneath his palm, the hot mouth sealed around his cock, the steady drag of lips and tongue, and his own rushing heartbeat.

And Hawke certainly sounds incredible. Those wet, slick noises are little obscene matched by the breathy quality of his own voice - he's not an overly loud person in bed. He can be performative and evocative, but underneath Hawke's ministrations he finds himself a bit more honest, occasional moans low and throaty when Hawke's lips graze across the very tender tip. Neither is he too rough; the hand that tightens into dark hair is firm and directive, keeping Hawke's mouth full more often than not, but it won't force.

It reaches a point where there's nothing in mind at all but the feel of that mouth between his legs. The tension builds in his belly, knees curling up, head angled back on the cushions. He doesn't think of a warning; Hawke will feel it in the tightening of his body, a taut abdomen flinching at the first tug of orgasm, cock stiff and steadily leaking over that clever tongue. He gasps through the shivery finish, spilling hot and slick, body overcome by lassitude in the aftermath, knuckles thoughtlessly petting through dark hair.]
theansweris: (Ed Nygma)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-14 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Edward never forgets a face. (That's only half true; Edward never forgets anything worth remembering.) And when he sees this one, his expression actually relaxes a little, because while he wouldn't claim any real familiarity with the Wayne butler, it's a face that he knows and who might be able to offer some protection, since he lacks that distinctive mark that Edward himself is carrying.

"Mr Pennyworth." Yes, he remembers the name. The hand curled around the knife lets go and slides out of his pocket. "Excuse me," he offers to the woman and falls into pace with the older man, waiting until they're out of immediate earshot. "I am often returned, but never borrowed," he says quietly.
beautifulviper: (Default)

[personal profile] beautifulviper 2019-10-14 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
It's merely pointless conversation Ash. Isn't that what most people expect? Inane nonsense to fill the silence?


[Laurent was perfectly content to spend his life in silence for the most part. It was rare that he felt the need to speak. He did it mostly because it was expected. So few people in the city had become real to him in some way, it really was the safest course of action, especially considering his sharp tongue.

He studied Ash, taking in both the outside and the impression the man generally gave. The man was handsome, and reasonably polite when not actively being provoked. If they could work together, it might well be very worthwhile.]



I have someone teaching me knives, and I already know the sword. If I was forced, I could even manage a bow, though I'm much better with a sword. I'm interested in hand-to-hand. As for active experience, I've been to war and fought in skirmishes. Duels. Sparring. I'm not unblooded.
beautifulviper: (suspicious)

[personal profile] beautifulviper 2019-10-14 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Laurent just blinked at the man for a moment. He didn't understand in the least what the man was talking about. Parallel versions? What did that even mean? They weren't family? Pushing the questions aside for the time being, he decided to simply answer the odd man's question instead. When the other Stephen tried to explain things, all that happened was an argument.]


I'm Laurent. And what do you prefer to be called? Stephen I suppose? Have you been here long? I certainly haven't noticed two such faces around the city, just the one.
chokethedog: (but why is it a problem?)

[personal profile] chokethedog 2019-10-14 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, another nice choice! Stuffed animals are really cute, huh? You have good taste, Miss...? I should have gotten your name first of all~ Sorry, sorry! I'm Mikuni Alicein and it's definitely a pleasure.

[Even if everything else about this situation was setting him on edge, making him want to run out with a disgusted huff; being able to play this act up. Being able to play like this with a vampire and hopefully charm her is enough to make things more comfortable again. To get a semblance of power back in his court.]
permanentlyexhaustedbird: (shrugbird)

[personal profile] permanentlyexhaustedbird 2019-10-14 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Time," Tim answers without needing much thought to it. That was really quite simple and straight forward. He wonders if the man thinks he's a child.

"If you're willing to waste it telling me about your world I won't stop you. I find myself with plenty of it to waste here." He looks back over his shoulder to the sex expo as if indicating that he's definitely not going to lose much of it at this event. Ed can notice the milky colour to Tim's left eye, yeah there's no sight in that eye.

"And no the age gap isn't the same, I don't know your actual age," Lie, "but I think you're about the same as Bruce, maybe a little younger."
theansweris: (Pleased)

[personal profile] theansweris 2019-10-14 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ed smiles slightly. Most of the GCPD hadn't managed his basic riddles, so it's nice to have someone actually catch it easily.

Lie, the smooth voice whispers in his ear.

Ed isn't completely convinced, but given the depth of knowledge the boy had shown, it seemed... unlikely he had no idea about his world's Ed's age. "Did someone here do that to you?" He points at the milky eye.
arockypath: (unamused)

A Pocket of Pennies

[personal profile] arockypath 2019-10-14 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Faith wouldn't have thought anything of it at first glance. She would have simply thought the cute guy was standing with his woman, or Submissive (whatever), and that was that. But she found herself taking a second glance, reading the body language between the two of them and then to the group that was standing nearby. It only took that second glance to set off a few warning bells in her head and to trigger that annoying side of her that wanted to help people. The side that had gotten louder over the last couple of years.

She figured the guy could probably look after himself but she still strode forward to get herself involved. She was quickly cycling through her different options as she covered the short distance, finally settling on greeting him as she reached his side with an easy smile.

"Hey, babe. I lost track of you for a minute there." She told him, giving him a brief look as she reached to take his arm. She had caught him warning the girl but now she added it was a cold look of assessment. Clearly sizing the other one up and then her friends with no sign of worry. It was the kind of look that said she had no problem taking them all on if she had to and there was a damn good chance she would win too.

"Ladies." The single word held the same note of warning before she focused on the guy and gave his arm a bit of a tug. "Come on, we need to go find our shit and our place."
colorature: (32)

[personal profile] colorature 2019-10-14 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Luckily for Mikuni Diva's easy to manipulate. She's not the sharpest crayon in the box, sure, but her teeth make up for it. Flattering her isn't hard to do and she's soon smiling, metaphorical feathers fluffed as he introduces himself.]

I'm Diva! [She chirps, rocking back on her heels with a smile.] And they are pretty cute. Do you have a favourite?

[Animal, that is.]
immortalmarshal: (so what's over there?)

Take a Ride

[personal profile] immortalmarshal 2019-10-14 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Cor himself was taking the train back to the same area Noctis was planning to get off at. But he missed it deliberately because he actually saw the young man sitting on the other end of the train car. Half-hidden under a hoodie, he is struggling to come to terms with the fact that his king is here. Again, after being away for some time...

But as soon as that asshole laid a hand on Noct, Cor immediaty knew that no, this is no paranoid delusion, or mental fantasy. He stands up, growling at the other man while walking slowly. "If you know what's good for you, put him down immediately." It probably doesn't help, though, that Cor has a mark of his own down his neck...
emet_sulk: (13 the world belongs to us)

[personal profile] emet_sulk 2019-10-14 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I shall take your word for it.

[ He is reasonably sure he will be able to puzzle it out. It's a more advanced version of devices the Allagan empire once created. But for now, he taps back to the camera function and holds it up to her face, just as he saw her do with the flower.

Click! ]


For my own 'face book', [ he says with a little smirk. ]
insularism: (₄)

[personal profile] insularism 2019-10-14 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alucard let out a slow, unctuous moan right against the warmth of Dorian's skin. The heat radiating from it and the blood underneath it so sumptuous, the smell of it alone enough to drive him mad. He'd never known himself to be like this, to be so driven by such strong, carnal feelings. He responded to the compliment in kind, but where Dorian's words were gentle and filled with mirth Alucard's alluded to something dark and monstrous in him. A feeling of separation and loneliness. ]

You are made of light--[ The sentence was paused by another, long moan of desire. ]--I could see it in you in at the fair, in that dingy little corner and now... it's blinding. But as it blinds me I want to feel it, taste it.

[ Dorian was the beauty to his beast and he wanted him to heal him so desperately, to make him feel mortal and fragile and young.

Careful hands had somehow slipped under his shirt and the touch, minimal as it was, had his back arching. He released his grip of Dorian, momentarily, to pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside like the worthless barrier it was. Cruel in keeping him apart from this night of passion. Under it, a perfectly sculpted, toned body like polished marble carved by an old master. Flawless, but for the horrible scar which had just been out of sight with the covering of his clothing. A diagonal gash from his collarbone down to his hip bone. And not just a wound from a blade, but it looked as though the weapon had been molten, seared with fire. The skin was not just scarred but mottled, textured and deformed. The original wound must have been near fatal, even for someone of Alucard's constitution - after all, it had never healed, never disappeared, which was very unusual for him.

He didn't seem ashamed of it, made no move to hide or conceal it. Rather he leaned back in again, affectionately resting his cheek against the familiar crook of Dorian's neck. ]


Tell me what you want, or move me to do it if you'd rather not sully your tongue with it.
magocracy: (the golden heart of dreams' kingdoms)

[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-14 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[The words were not particularly filthy or explicit. Yet they left Dorian quiet, eyes low-lidded, puzzling at how they struck him and left him airless, empty, unable to form coherent thought. It was nothing that he'd ever heard from the lips of a lover in the act, even those so addled by their own pleasure they would tell him anything he wanted to hear, to a point where he had learned to stop looking for it. The romanticism in Alucard's low, articulate voice was matched by those beautiful breathy moans made against his skin.

Cruel, for how much Dorian wanted to hear it. That private part of him which craved intimacy beyond his body, a real connection that would not fade in the light of day. Perhaps he was fooling himself again; better to steer his mind away and expect nothing.

When the shirt was shed and tossed, Dorian's hands lifted automatically to scour the bare landscape available to him. His fingertips came into contact with the edges of the scar, a hitch of surprise in his breath, touch gentling just to the flat of his palms when Alucard lowered back down. He wondered what caused such a violent mark, something that would have easily killed anyone lesser.

Dorian found himself hurting for the sight of it. He wanted to offer pleasure to soothe whatever pain existed in the past. Nuzzling in, his lips found the curve of Alucard's jaw, up to his ear and over those silky strands of hair.]


Darling, sullying my tongue is all I desire to do. [Hands mapped now over Alucard's shoulders and back, dragging the blunt of nails gently down his spine as far as he could reach, shifting so his legs cradled the vampire's weight on top of himself.] And you'll find my imagination for the obscene rather limitless. How could I possibly choose? I'd have you just like this, your hand on my cock as before, a touch delicate enough to drive me mad. I'd take us both in my own hands, to give you the same. I'd beg you let me have you in my throat, so that I might enjoy the taste of your cock on my tongue instead. I'd even have you fuck me, if you put me in your lap. I could show you how.

[His mouth angled into a cheeky smirk, legs squeezing Alucard's middle.]

Which is it?
insularism: (₇)

[personal profile] insularism 2019-10-14 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There was a tiny noise, like a little sigh, at the soft touch of Dorian's hand across that ravaged skin. Alucard couldn't recall another's touch against it, no healer or companion, it was such a strangely private part of his past that it was almost as if he'd locked it away from even himself. The utterance wasn't dismayed, no, it almost sounded relieved. Perhaps it was relief that it was still there and didn't deter his new lover.

Infallibility and vampires were polarised that preternatural perfection had come to be expected of all kin. So perhaps it was nice to have a scar like that. Making him undead but not unmarked, perfect in his imperfection.

The poor thing tried to resist him, to not let his sensitivity show, but the warmth of Dorian's hands with the tantalising drag of his nails had him shivering. Him, an immortal monster shivering in ecstasy at a single action. Where Alucard reigned in his violent capabilities now Dorian had the upper hand. The lewd flurry of suggestions that tumbled from his lips were enough to make him feel weak.

Not the sort of powerlessness one would expect from failed combat, but a doe-eyed and biddable sort of submission. A want to yield to not one but all of Dorian's very specific suggestions. If he had been able to, he would almost certainly be blushing.

He felt the warmth of Dorian's lips on his jaw, the momentary bristle of his facial hair and even the sensation of cleanly shaven skin around it. Delicate, precise but also masculine and powerful if he wanted it to be. He had meant to answer, he really had, but the thought of those lips was just too tempting for him and he tilted his head just enough to catch them, leaving Dorian's question hanging (for a moment at least). The notion of 'sullying his tongue' echoed in his head - such a delightfully terrible thought (and a tempting one too) His lips still cool against Dorian's, despite his intermittent feeding, he didn't want to stop kissing him, he wanted to drink him in, swallow his essence through their lips.

But he stopped himself, he had to, Dorian's question was burning a hole in his heart. Unable to pull too far away he whispered his response close enough so that his mouth and nostrils could fill with the scent of him. ]


And if I were--[ The hand, which only minutes earlier had been busy with Dorian's cock, moved to cradle that strong jaw. ]--to fuck you like that. How would it feel, would you enjoy that, Dorian.
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[personal profile] magocracy 2019-10-14 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was a strange thing, to kiss a vampire. Their lips pressed together in a cool, firm seal hiding the threat of fangs just behind. He knew if he toyed his tongue deeper he'd come into contact with them, and then it would be a matter of careful avoidance not to nick himself on their pointed tips. For now the kiss remained fairly chaste, each of them inhaling each other's air, mouth learning the shape of the other until all he could sense and taste was Alucard completely over him. There was no space for thoughts of anyone else.

The question didn't feel like one. Dorian's lips now spread in a smile, darker and indolent, tipping his head back so it laid across one of the bed's flat scratchy pillows. Alucard's hand cupped under his chin and kept him angled forward, their faces close. The direct eye contact was intimate in a wholly other way.]


Oh, I'm quite certain I'd enjoy it.

[When was the last time he'd been fucked? Crudeness aside, not since arriving here, and not in the months prior. He had spent most of that time traveling to and from Tevinter - though he cared little for scandal that might follow him, the opportunity to satisfy himself never arose. And there were other matters on his mind. Realizing the absence now, Dorian ached for it.

That earlier shudder felt underneath his hands emboldened him. He pushed, attempting to roll Alucard onto his back with their positions still locked, so that he'd remain with his legs open over the vampire's lap. The goal was to get himself sitting upright if Alucard allowed it, then settle his weight over what he hoped was a stiff tented erection, still trapped beneath clothing.]


To feel you inside me, hot and hard... [Dorian reveled in the filth on his own tongue; it wasn't often someone wished to hear it. Their loss, of course. His voice was a low drawling pitch.] Fucking me open as much as I could bear. There's nothing else like it.
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jadedlynx: commissioned; please dns (🔫93)

[personal profile] jadedlynx 2019-10-14 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Most servants do. That doesn't necessarily mean Linneus is among those that don't. Ash can't push his issues onto someone he doesn't know.

Still, the word 'slave' received a reaction. There's a hierachy. ]


Not enough to buy a house?

[ If Ash has learned one thing about Linneus, it's that he really wants a place to live. No, not just that. He wants it to be his own.

To be fair, a lot of jobs make it difficult to buy a home. Maybe there aren't even mortgages in his time. ]


You don't need to keep refreshing the tea. I should go. I don't have a house to go back to, but my roommate is usually MIA.
chokethedog: (sympathy)

[personal profile] chokethedog 2019-10-14 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
What's wrong with you? [He holds Abel close to him, the act still going on strong despite whatever is running through his veins, making him feel so unlike himself.]

Do you have to be so lewd towards everybody, even a precious doll?
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[personal profile] insularism 2019-10-14 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That smile of Dorian's. It was so wicked and infectious, perhaps it was the way he grinned with the wonderful balance of all the features on his face but it made him look cat-like and deliciously cruel. It evoked a genuine (if not delighted) chuckle from Alucard. What was this feeling in him, some sublime mix of pleasure and agony, as if somehow knowing something as joyful as this could never last. Not with his self-destructive tendencies. But maybe just for tonight he could let himself give in to pleasure and company and happiness. Even if it all just melted away tomorrow and Dorian realised the monster he'd spent the night with. ]

You humans--[ He said with a fondness for Dorian that betrayed his words. With so much love and affection for him that he felt like his heart could give way at any moment. ]--always so sure of yourselves.

[ There was no resistance at Dorian's touch, if anything he enjoyed the little bit of force. With it Alucard settled onto his back, pale hair a golden halo for his unearthly features, eyes locked on Dorian's with an uncharacteristic warmth and lustre. And beneath the angelic countenance his slim neck opening into elegant collarbone and shoulders, robust and sturdy. A broad chest that hid the urgency of his half-human heart leading down to a tapered waist defined with tone and shape. And beneath that, the hem of bulging, leather trousers concealing an ache for Dorian that he could not, and would not want to, hide.

His weight on him felt so deeply satisfying; his warmth and the pressure brought out another precious shudder from him. And as if that wasn't erotic enough, then came that filthy commentary of his. ]


My God--[ He whispered, reaching up with both hands like a needy babe desperate for satiation. His fingers finding the smooth plains of Dorian's chest, letting them lazily run down his skin in no particular pattern or order. ]--Are you trying to will me into pleasure with your words alone, or is there any substance to that dirty mouth of yours?
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[personal profile] chokethedog 2019-10-14 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Diva? Whoa, what a fitting name! [He takes his hat off to tip it at her, bowing his head a little.] Can I call you Diva-chan? [The smile on his face is as friendly as can be.

Luckily, he just kind of assumes she means animals.]
Hm, if you mean animals...ah...that's hard, isn't it? There's so many cute animals! I really like all of them. [Hardly.] But I guess I can't just give such an easy answer, huh? So...I guess I like bears! The best kind of stuffed animal but also they're pretty cute animals, don't you think? Even grizzlies if you just don't get too close~