【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[ how quickly feng xin's demeanor changes, the second seth's turns bleak. the expression had been jarring enough, but what he says — my son — has feng xin shifting back into a steadier stance, his arms falling to his sides. ]
...No. [ i'm sorry, he doesn't say, but it's there in his tone. his eyes. ] They say if you complete the game, you're granted a wish. I only know of one other who has won, and he — [ hm. feng xin doesn't know how much of anything here he trusts, but. if it can offer any bit of comfort... ]
He seems to be one of the only ones who can come and go as he pleases. I'm supposed to meet him, when he returns, and when I do, I'll get answers from him.
[ it may involve less than savory things, but. it's just par for the course with this place. ]
There are others from my world here, but they only remember what I do up to a certain time. But even though they're from an earlier time, they'd never once made mention of this place. It's possible that when we do leave this place [ when, when, always when ] we will return exactly where we're from.
[ .. a wish. any wish? if it's granted by someone that can reach across time and space and pluck gods from their homelands, then.. can he trust that it's possible? and if so, does he dare upset the natural order like that? can he wish to undo everything? to go back to that night, or perhaps even before-- or even to wish osiris out of existence?
will he even know to ask? if they return, if they don't remember being here..
he has so many questions, and there are so few answers to be had right now. still, one thing seems obvious, doesn't it? he balls a hand into a fist and taps it against his outer thigh, restless, red eyes cutting to the painting, then back to feng xin. ] And this-- this stupid painting, 'punishing' me.. it has something to do with the game? If I play along with all of it.. [ he can do that. what is his pride, if it means righting such a wrong? ]
[ fifty-two people? is that all? he can do that. he's already done that, probably, even if he hadn't had much choice at the time. that does make it different, though, doesn't it? he has to choose these people, supposedly.
his mouth twists up at the corner, wry, brittle again. make allies? trust people? that's easier said than done. and who would trust him? if they really know him, really know who he is and what he's done.. who in their right mind would even want him near for longer than necessary? ]
If I can protect my son, none of this shit matters. [ what's misery in the face of the last several centuries? what's misery compared to the curse of all those he's killed?
he reaches out, one slim, callused hand flattening in the center of feng xin's chest, eyes meeting his. ] Will this count? Here and now.
[ seth's touch is light, but heavy with implication and intent. feng xin doesn't look away, but there is a grimmer set to the flat line of his lips. behind him, judgmental john hackles them on in encouragement. ]
...It counts when at least one of the involved finds release.
[ he's been there long enough to get a sense of how it goes. seth may be resigned to playing no matter what, but feng xin still stubbornly tries to feed him the rules just in case any of those loopholes may matter, in the end.
truthfully, he's a little envious. no, maybe that's not the right term here... ashamed, for sure, that this man's dogged determination to protect his son so clearly highlights feng xin's own shortcomings. should not he, too, be willing to do whatever it took, to ensure cuo cuo's safety? yet here he is, harping on about keeping one's sanity and control and consent.
one thing is for sure — seth is a far better father than he could ever hope to be. ]
I'm a ten of spades, [ he supplies a moment later, resigned in his own way. it's ultimately unnecessary, as seth's watch will log it down for him afterwards, but he's made a habit of keeping to that formality... as if to assure to whomever is his partner at the time that they'll no longer have to seek out another ten of spades for this abhorrent game if they don't want to.
it's funny, really. for someone who is so insistent on trying to make each moment feel like it's on purpose, he remains so methodically clinical at the beginning of it. ]
[ that's the thing, isn't it? seth isn't a good father, and hasn't been one in a long time. at first, yes, of course he'd been: he loves anubis more than anyone or anything else in the entire world. he'd let osiris do all of that to him just to protect his baby. his love hadn't been enough in the end, though, had it? his pride and his fear had gotten in the way, and his adoration for anubis had taken on a resentful edge.
he's trying to fix it, though. he's trying to protect him, to save him. if that means doing something like this, then so be it. at least this man isn't his brother. there's nothing covetous or cruel here. he doesn't know him, he doesn't want him, and he doesn't want to own him.
his fingers curl faintly into fabric, and he takes a breath, then a half-step closer. this near, he smells of sun and clean sand and heat, even here in the hotel away from his desert. ] No, I can't. Neither of us can if we want to get home, right? That's what this is about. [ his fingers tighten, and he uses his grip to tug feng xin the few inches that separate them, so they're practically nose-to-nose. ] You have shit to fix back there, too.
[ feng xin flinches when he's brought in close; it would have been small enough to be imperceptible, but seth's eyes bore into him with a determination feng xin has to respect and admire. if only circumstances were different. if only feng xin weren't so stubborn in his own morals. ]
I do, but... [ unstoppable force, meet immovable object. ] I won't do it at the cost of you.
[ or anyone, for that matter. reaching up, he wraps one large hand around seth's, coaxing those fingers to release him. seth may be strong, but with that bracelet feng xin is stronger, and so soon enough that hand is being drawn away. ]
I told you all that needs to happen to make it count, right?
[ he takes a couple of steps back. the elevator isn't too terrible spacious, especially with feng xin's size added to the mix, so he's soon on the other side of the small space, where he turns to face the wall. seth can probably put two and two together by then, as feng xin doesn't make it particularly discreet when he reaches into his pants to begin. well. you know. ]
[ what? seth is gobsmacked into silence, not even fighting it as his hand is drawn away, and he watches in disbelief as the other man moves to turn away from him. is he--? ]
Wait, what are you-- [ .. really? seth is here. for once, he's not even fighting it. if he hadn't said those words, seth might think he's just not attracted to him, but he'd specifically said.. at the cost of you.
does he think seth is weak? that he can't handle it somehow? ] I'm not some precious virgin! [ atem forbid seth think anyone's actually just being considerate. ] Didn't I say it's fine? [ fuck, why is he even fighting this? isn't it better like this, anyway? why does it matter if this stranger thinks he's weak? hadn't he resolved to do better, to be better? ]
[ it's... an embarrassing enough situation, fervently trying to get yourself off in the presence of another all in the hopes of getting them out of some ridiculous predicant — if feng xin had coin for every time this has happened so far, with the other party protesting it, at that, he'd have two, which yeesh isn't a lot but the fact it's happened twice at all — so being yelled at in the process certainly doesn't help to put one in the mood, so to speak. ]
It isn't fine, though.
[ he thinks of xie lian, who had been beaten down so often, for so long, that he'd learned to just view his body as any other tool to be used and abused—
feng xin grits his teeth, head bowed down to stare at his hand stuffed into his pants, pumping futilely at himself. hell, even judgmental john is staring at his back in mute shock. ]
This place is going to put you in situations like this, time and time again, so any time you can cheat it — why not take that opportunity?
[ seriously, what the fuck. does this guy just not get it? ] You idiot, [ he starts, and then can't speak past the stone in his throat. this is so stupid. people aren't supposed to be like this with him. it was already bad enough at home with horus, but at least with horus he can sort of rationalize it. here? this guy's a stranger. he's heard what seth has done.
maybe it wouldn't matter. maybe he's like this with everyone, no matter how monstrous. ]
I said it's fine, [ he finally gets out, chest heaving, overwhelmed and embarrassed and upset by his own reaction to.. all of this. ] I-- [ fuck. fuck. ] I never get to say it's okay, so why don't you fucking understand?
nbd nbd just my heart aching for seth for the nth time nbd
[ short of clobbering feng xin upside the head (and even then, it's got to be a really good hit), there's very little that can be done to stop him once he's stubbornly set his mind on something.
what seth says, though? yeah, that'll do it.
(give him a second to awkwardly draw his hand out of his pants........)
then he's turning back to face seth, tanned cheeks splotchy with embarrassment. ]
Make me understand, then.
it's fine, it's all fine!!! (nothing is fine) also just to be safe, cw: sa mentions
[ seth's own face is nearly as red as his hair and eyes, the color spreading clear down his throat in some combination of humiliation and anger. he doesn't want to talk about it, not in front of a stranger and a stupid talking painting. he wants to stuff it all in a tiny box and hide it away in the smallest, weakest, ugliest parts of him, where no one can ever find it or make him look at it again.
he almost takes it back. he almost just sits down in the corner of this ridiculous box and tells this guy to fuck off, because that would be easier and he could endure that. ]
They don't ask, [ he spits before he can change his mind. ] None of us have a choice here, but you didn't just.. [ he trails off, making a frustrated gesture. ] So it's fine! I don't mind. You're not trying to own me. You didn't just do whatever you want.
[ feng xin raises a hand to his brow, feeling that curdling of anger churn deep in his gut again. with no other outlet for it, and judgmental john's own poor timing of choosing that moment to speak up again — something derisive and condescending, he's sure. feng xin doesn't actually hear much of it before he's suddenly slamming a fist right over the portrait's face. the painted man balks, ducking away from the frame for the time being. ]
I wouldn't — Fuck, I'd never — [ fuck. fuck. can he really make such promises, knowing what this resort can get up to when it's motivated? fuck, why's he even making it about him right now?!
his hands drop to balled fists at his sides, and when he looks back to seth there's embers in the golds of his eyes. ]
[ a startled breath hiccups out of him. the violence almost makes him laugh, familiar and weirdly comforting for a god so steeped in it for so long, making him forget for a brief moment that he's not really a god anymore. john's disappearance is just a bonus, leaving one less person to witness seth's shame.
the stuttered protest makes his jaw clench, his hands ball into fists at his side, but it's fine, isn't it? he's not even a man anymore. osiris made him something else, and people can sense that. no amount of blood could hide it in the end.
he doesn't know if he wants it to feel good. if it does, that means he enjoys it. that means he'd enjoyed what the foreigner did, and sometimes what the men of the caravan did. and if that's true, then he'd liked all of those times with osiris, and he can't bear that. he'll break. he'll fucking shatter, and there won't be enough of him left for the bracelet to gather back up and put back together.
but this is different, isn't it? he'd agreed. feng xin hasn't even touched him. feng xin has asked. ]
If I-- [ his nails pierce his palms. ] If I say stop, you'll stop. [ he wets his mouth, meeting the intense gold of the other man's eyes. (he hadn't noticed them before. how had he not realized how much like home they look?) ] If that's.. agreeable, then.. [ why is he shaking? this is ridiculous. he's ridiculous. ] Yes, alright.
[ "if that's agreeable," as if that isn't the most basic thing that should be agreed upon in interactions like this. once more he finds that anger coiling, but he struggles to tamper it down, knowing it has no place here. whoever it is that's hurt seth, whoever it is that ever took his ability to choose away from him — they're not here right now. and they should pray they never meet feng xin now that he knows. ]
I won't do anything unless you allow it. I won't even touch you if I don't ask first.
[ his hands he keeps at his sides, and slowly he lowers himself down to his knees right in front of seth. even now he wants to reach out, lay a comforting hand over those trembling fists. ]
Can I use my mouth on you? Or will my hands be enough?
[ feng xin sinks down to his knees, and seth suddenly can't look at him. he feels strangely fragile, and that's terrifying. he was the strongest god in all of kemet. he'd protected it for thousands of years: other lands and other gods had feared his name, had run at the sight of him. even once he'd fallen into madness and despair, even after he'd turned on the humans he'd protected for so long, he'd still been powerful. he can endure anything, can't he? it's supposed to be awful for him. otherwise, how can he ever understand what he put his people through?
he hates this kindness, even as he craves it. he wants to be given the choice, even as he fears it. ]
It's-- It's fine, [ he manages to get out, finally letting himself look at the other man again, how still he is. this is.. not like with anyone else he's been with. even horus, who's been far too gentle with him, had taken his kiss as blanket permission and overwhelmed him. but feng xin has no reason to crave him the way horus does, so maybe..
he hesitates, fists slowly uncurling, body easing closer with all the wariness of an animal. a hand lifts, fingertips touching the other man's jaw, sliding up to the curve of his ear. his nails brush through the dark hair near his nape as his other hand finds feng xin's shoulder, and he bends to press his mouth to the other god's in a kiss that's nearly chaste. ]
[ is it really fine? is what feng xin's scrunched up expression manages to say, before the other god bends at the waist. his lips part, ready to protest and reassert that he's fine, just like this, when a pair of very, very tentative lips fold over his, quieting him instantly.
honestly, it... does very little to help seth's case here. if anything, it only makes it that much more obvious to feng xin how carefully he has to move forward with this. slowly, with the same sort of caution seth had in approaching him, one of feng xin's hands come up to gently cup seth's chin. not to hold him steady or in place, but as simply the safest option for an anchoring point for feng xin. he kisses back without pushing forward, simply letting his lips fold over seth's in something bordering on tender. another kiss, moved a few millimeters to the right, landing just at the corner of puckered lips.
hid other hand comes up, calloused fingertips landing lightly along a pale throat. his eyes, half-lidded, watch the other man carefully as one finger presses lightly on a pulse. ]
[ it's tentative, a little testing, and he knows it probably does make him look like some sort of frightened maiden. but when feng xin doesn't grab him, when his hands remain careful, his mouth asking permission instead of devouring him, seth eases back again with a surprised blink. .. maybe it's really fine, then.
his head tilts slightly at the gentle pressure against his throat, fingers curling in the fabric across the other man's shoulder as he stares down in mild, bewildered disbelief. in spite of himself, tension eases out of his shoulders, and he nods briefly, more sure of his answer this time. ]
As long as you pay attention, you don't have to ask for every touch. [ his own thumb rubs over the corner of the other god's mouth, something a little wry in his expression. ] You have better self-control than most men I know.
[ seth's finger dips into the deep frown set on feng xin's lips; he can be annoyingly dense sometimes, but the implication behind seth's words land squarely on that pit of anger he's been trying so hard to ignore this whole time. ]
I think I'd like to have a few words with most men you know, [ come his grumpy grumble, ultimately an impotent thing when they're both still stuck here — in the elevator, and the resort in general.
he pushes it all out in a brief, frustrated puff of air. the next second his hand is slipping around the curve of seth's neck, porcelain-white against the more olive notes of his hand. he leans in for another kiss — soft, off-center on full lips, and then he's aiming lower, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses to the spot he'd earlier indicated.
he listens well, careful to pay attention to the way seth reacts to everything he does. another kiss there, lips parted a little more this time, leaving the area a little wet, so that when he leans back and blows a breath of air on it, it should be cold, but only pleasantly so. ]
[ in spite of himself, he clicks his tongue at the comment. he might be a mess, and he's not the god he was, but he doesn't need or want anyone else to fight his battles. the things that have happened to him.. they're his own doing, from the very start.
instead of dwelling on it, though, he leans into the next kiss, trying to remember the way he used to kiss his wife, trying to focus on here and now. this is nothing like the other men who've kissed him, who've taken too much too fast, or entirely against his wishes. even if seth wouldn't normally allow something like this, especially with a stranger, it's-- good? he thinks? not bad, at least, and that's hopeful.
his skin prickles beneath feng xin's breath, and his own hitches faintly. red hair slips across his shoulder, curtaining them both for a moment, but then he's simply dragging the edge of his shendyt up so he can settle astride the other man's thighs. it's not-- if this was the foreigner, he'd never, but standing like that was going to get uncomfortable for them both. ]
Do that again, [ he demands, because it had been nice, and sweeps his hair back away from his neck, his other hand curling more firmly over feng xin's shoulder. ] .. This is.. better.
[ at this point in time, not bad is perhaps the best feng xin can hope for, though he'd really more prefer it if that were the least he'll be able to accomplish this evening. seth may not want a hero or a knight — but feng xin has already got it into his head to banish all thoughts of other men out of the redhead's mind... even if only for this moment.
the shift in position catches him by surprise, and he realizes belatedly he should have just stood back up from the start. (though maybe that would have still presented them with a similar problem, being taller than the other and all.) he's quick, of course, to rationalize the gesture — it is better, for their necks both, the practicality of it all keeping him from getting too caught up in the pleasantness of the warmth and weight across his lap. one hand settles along the dip of seth's narrow hips, but it's a light weight, barely there unless you were really paying attention.
his other hand remains by the other god's neck, helping to draw that vibrant fall of hair away. (it's a rich, almost awful color — freshly spilled blood most befitting of a war god — but beautiful in the rarity he's seen it on a person's head. the same color as seth's eyes, and he has to wonder if it's all on purpose.) there on that neck he presses another lazy kiss, smothering the small quirk of a smile there prompted by the other man's demand. as amused as he is by it, he likes to think it's another good sign; a mouse wouldn't make demands of its predator, after all. ]
What did you like? [ they're closer, so he doesn't bother to speak loudly. ] The tongue? [ lips parting wider on this next kiss, tongue snaking out to trace a circle directly over a pulse point. ] Or the breath? [ and then he pulls back again, this second blow of breath longer, drawn out to tease. ]
[ the hand on his waist should feel possessive, and maybe with someone else, it would, but feng xin has been careful in how he touches him, making certain not to trap him or hold him down. so it feels.. good, hot against his skin, like a promise.
the wet swipe of the other man's tongue makes him shudder, pleasure sparking briefly over nerves, drawn out by the breath across his pulse. he knows he's being teased, and that should be irritating, but instead, he huffs, turning his head to nip the other man's ear in retaliation. ]
Both, [ he mumbles against the small bite, tilting his head into feng xin's fingers, and taking his shame and uncertainty and putting them both away for now, he rolls his hips against the other man's. he can be afraid of his own pleasure later: for now, there's this, this stupid little space and this ridiculous place, this empty portrait frame, and a stranger that wants to please him. ]
You can touch me more than this. [ he drags his mouth across a high cheekbone, finds the corner of feng xin's mouth. his hand presses the one against his hip down harder, hips rolling again, making a breath stutter out of him with the shock of it. ] Like-- Like this.
[ maybe he'd been too overly cautious in the beginning, but maybe that's also the reason seth can feel as comfortable as he does — at least, that's what feng xin hopes this is. that little bite, the roll of those hips; he hopes that's the other man relaxing into the possibility of pleasure, and not (another) resigned assertiveness meant to just bullrush through the process as a means to get it over with.
maybe that's why he teases, to coax more of that fire to flare for reasons other than fury. or maybe he finds he just likes the way seth responds. ]
Like this?
[ he keeps his lips where they are, parted so his breaths mingle with seth's. from here he can't see much past the thick, burgundy lashes and kohl a stark black. but he doesn't need his eyes to see where that hand beneath seth's travels just a little lower, pressing down with more intent just as his own hips rock up in meeting. he isn't hard, not yet, but he isn't lacking, either. the thin cotton of his pants do little to mask what could be in offer, were seth to decide his wants reached that far.
but there isn't anything insistent in the movement, mere friction for friction. if anything, the hand along that hip is doing more with an occasional squeeze and swipe of a rough thumb along a hipbone, further encouraging seth to chase what bliss he craved. ]
Ah-- [ it's clear he didn't mean to make a sound, if the warmth beginning to fill his face again is any indication. ] Idiot. [ there's no heat in it, though, or at least no more heat than a little embarrassment lends to his voice. ] Like that. Just.. [ he trails off, distracted, following the rock of the other man's hips, one hand twisted in the back of his shirt like he's holding on for dear life.
fuck. is that--? he's not even hard yet.
his thighs spread wider, and his free hand pushes down between them, curling briefly over his own half-hard cock beneath the layers of his shendyt--oh--then brushing his knuckles over feng xin's. ] .. Will it even fit..? [ it's a vaguely worried mumble, unfocused from the shaky desire, from the feeling of that thumb on his hip, lips brushing ticklishly against his own. experience says it will, but does he really want to rely on his experience here? ]
Hey. [ teeth nip again, small fangs against feng xin's jaw, breathing in clean skin as he rocks down harder, pushing his own palm more insistently between them with the movement. ] How should I--? [ fuck. ] Can I make you hard?
[ from the beginning, feng xin's been intent on taking cue from the other, to not chase out his own desires lest they ruin whatever good will he's already managed to build between them. but he's as much a man as he is a god, and that deliberate brush of knuckles is enough to draw a low groan from the back of his throat, rumbling deep in his chest.
(will it fit? of course it can, but if he's worried, feng xin has enough spiritual power to shapeshift into something more palatable—)
briefly, his head tips back, lower lip caught between his teeth as he squeezes that hip again in — in what? encouragement? a play for self-control? whatever the reason, he's easing up that grip a second later, forcing a rough breath through his nose. ]
Yeah, [ he eventually answers, dipping his head back down again to seek out seth's lips for a clumsy kiss. distractedly, he gives the man's lip a little nip, before drawing it in for an idle suck. ] Do whatever you want — here —
[ the hand along seth's neck finally remembers itself and moves, slipping down to grasp at the man's thigh, just below the curve of an ass. with a tug, seth's brought even closer, their chests near flush, the redhead's hand trapped between them as his weight now settles entirely on feng xin's cock, which has already begun to thicken up into a suitable hardness, so that when seth so much as shifts, he'll be able to feel feng xin's interest without a doubt.
he dips his head down, eyes half-lidded as they watch seth's hand press down against himself. ]
Should I touch you too? I can...
[ he trails off, reaching up instead to wrap a large hand around seth's own. he doesn't touch, not yet, but he coaxes that hand to keep going. ]
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...No. [ i'm sorry, he doesn't say, but it's there in his tone. his eyes. ] They say if you complete the game, you're granted a wish. I only know of one other who has won, and he — [ hm. feng xin doesn't know how much of anything here he trusts, but. if it can offer any bit of comfort... ]
He seems to be one of the only ones who can come and go as he pleases. I'm supposed to meet him, when he returns, and when I do, I'll get answers from him.
[ it may involve less than savory things, but. it's just par for the course with this place. ]
There are others from my world here, but they only remember what I do up to a certain time. But even though they're from an earlier time, they'd never once made mention of this place. It's possible that when we do leave this place [ when, when, always when ] we will return exactly where we're from.
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will he even know to ask? if they return, if they don't remember being here..
he has so many questions, and there are so few answers to be had right now. still, one thing seems obvious, doesn't it? he balls a hand into a fist and taps it against his outer thigh, restless, red eyes cutting to the painting, then back to feng xin. ] And this-- this stupid painting, 'punishing' me.. it has something to do with the game? If I play along with all of it.. [ he can do that. what is his pride, if it means righting such a wrong? ]
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No.
[ feng xin steps closer then, using his bulk to partly obstruct the painting, who squawks in protest. ]
The game requires you to bed people of different ranks and suits. [ he reaches out, tapping the watch on seth's wrist. ] 52, to be exact.
But this? [ he waves a hand at the elevator, the paintings. ]
These are just tools. Encouragement, they say. But there's still some way you can keep control.
[ maybe that in itself is a delusion. they're all still made to play, after all. but maybe, at this point, even a delusion can be enough. ]
Make allies. Lean on the people you've come to trust. Be wary of new locations, and untested food and drinks. Reach out for aid if you need it.
This place can be... miserable. But there are ways you can keep from losing yourself in the process.
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his mouth twists up at the corner, wry, brittle again. make allies? trust people? that's easier said than done. and who would trust him? if they really know him, really know who he is and what he's done.. who in their right mind would even want him near for longer than necessary? ]
If I can protect my son, none of this shit matters. [ what's misery in the face of the last several centuries? what's misery compared to the curse of all those he's killed?
he reaches out, one slim, callused hand flattening in the center of feng xin's chest, eyes meeting his. ] Will this count? Here and now.
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...It counts when at least one of the involved finds release.
[ he's been there long enough to get a sense of how it goes. seth may be resigned to playing no matter what, but feng xin still stubbornly tries to feed him the rules just in case any of those loopholes may matter, in the end.
truthfully, he's a little envious. no, maybe that's not the right term here... ashamed, for sure, that this man's dogged determination to protect his son so clearly highlights feng xin's own shortcomings. should not he, too, be willing to do whatever it took, to ensure cuo cuo's safety? yet here he is, harping on about keeping one's sanity and control and consent.
one thing is for sure — seth is a far better father than he could ever hope to be. ]
I'm a ten of spades, [ he supplies a moment later, resigned in his own way. it's ultimately unnecessary, as seth's watch will log it down for him afterwards, but he's made a habit of keeping to that formality... as if to assure to whomever is his partner at the time that they'll no longer have to seek out another ten of spades for this abhorrent game if they don't want to.
it's funny, really. for someone who is so insistent on trying to make each moment feel like it's on purpose, he remains so methodically clinical at the beginning of it. ]
You can still refuse, you know.
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he's trying to fix it, though. he's trying to protect him, to save him. if that means doing something like this, then so be it. at least this man isn't his brother. there's nothing covetous or cruel here. he doesn't know him, he doesn't want him, and he doesn't want to own him.
his fingers curl faintly into fabric, and he takes a breath, then a half-step closer. this near, he smells of sun and clean sand and heat, even here in the hotel away from his desert. ] No, I can't. Neither of us can if we want to get home, right? That's what this is about. [ his fingers tighten, and he uses his grip to tug feng xin the few inches that separate them, so they're practically nose-to-nose. ] You have shit to fix back there, too.
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I do, but... [ unstoppable force, meet immovable object. ] I won't do it at the cost of you.
[ or anyone, for that matter. reaching up, he wraps one large hand around seth's, coaxing those fingers to release him. seth may be strong, but with that bracelet feng xin is stronger, and so soon enough that hand is being drawn away. ]
I told you all that needs to happen to make it count, right?
[ he takes a couple of steps back. the elevator isn't too terrible spacious, especially with feng xin's size added to the mix, so he's soon on the other side of the small space, where he turns to face the wall. seth can probably put two and two together by then, as feng xin doesn't make it particularly discreet when he reaches into his pants to begin. well. you know. ]
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[ what? seth is gobsmacked into silence, not even fighting it as his hand is drawn away, and he watches in disbelief as the other man moves to turn away from him. is he--? ]
Wait, what are you-- [ .. really? seth is here. for once, he's not even fighting it. if he hadn't said those words, seth might think he's just not attracted to him, but he'd specifically said.. at the cost of you.
does he think seth is weak? that he can't handle it somehow? ] I'm not some precious virgin! [ atem forbid seth think anyone's actually just being considerate. ] Didn't I say it's fine? [ fuck, why is he even fighting this? isn't it better like this, anyway? why does it matter if this stranger thinks he's weak? hadn't he resolved to do better, to be better? ]
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It isn't fine, though.
[ he thinks of xie lian, who had been beaten down so often, for so long, that he'd learned to just view his body as any other tool to be used and abused—
feng xin grits his teeth, head bowed down to stare at his hand stuffed into his pants, pumping futilely at himself. hell, even judgmental john is staring at his back in mute shock. ]
This place is going to put you in situations like this, time and time again, so any time you can cheat it — why not take that opportunity?
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maybe it wouldn't matter. maybe he's like this with everyone, no matter how monstrous. ]
I said it's fine, [ he finally gets out, chest heaving, overwhelmed and embarrassed and upset by his own reaction to.. all of this. ] I-- [ fuck. fuck. ] I never get to say it's okay, so why don't you fucking understand?
nbd nbd just my heart aching for seth for the nth time nbd
what seth says, though? yeah, that'll do it.
(give him a second to awkwardly draw his hand out of his pants........)
then he's turning back to face seth, tanned cheeks splotchy with embarrassment. ]
Make me understand, then.
it's fine, it's all fine!!! (nothing is fine) also just to be safe, cw: sa mentions
he almost takes it back. he almost just sits down in the corner of this ridiculous box and tells this guy to fuck off, because that would be easier and he could endure that. ]
They don't ask, [ he spits before he can change his mind. ] None of us have a choice here, but you didn't just.. [ he trails off, making a frustrated gesture. ] So it's fine! I don't mind. You're not trying to own me. You didn't just do whatever you want.
cw: gestures at all of ennead, tbh
I wouldn't — Fuck, I'd never — [ fuck. fuck. can he really make such promises, knowing what this resort can get up to when it's motivated? fuck, why's he even making it about him right now?!
his hands drop to balled fists at his sides, and when he looks back to seth there's embers in the golds of his eyes. ]
So let me ask you, then.
[ let him do this properly. ]
Seth. Will you let me make you feel good?
sighs in osiris
the stuttered protest makes his jaw clench, his hands ball into fists at his side, but it's fine, isn't it? he's not even a man anymore. osiris made him something else, and people can sense that. no amount of blood could hide it in the end.
he doesn't know if he wants it to feel good. if it does, that means he enjoys it. that means he'd enjoyed what the foreigner did, and sometimes what the men of the caravan did. and if that's true, then he'd liked all of those times with osiris, and he can't bear that. he'll break. he'll fucking shatter, and there won't be enough of him left for the bracelet to gather back up and put back together.
but this is different, isn't it? he'd agreed. feng xin hasn't even touched him. feng xin has asked. ]
If I-- [ his nails pierce his palms. ] If I say stop, you'll stop. [ he wets his mouth, meeting the intense gold of the other man's eyes. (he hadn't noticed them before. how had he not realized how much like home they look?) ] If that's.. agreeable, then.. [ why is he shaking? this is ridiculous. he's ridiculous. ] Yes, alright.
all my homies hate osiris!!!
I won't do anything unless you allow it. I won't even touch you if I don't ask first.
[ his hands he keeps at his sides, and slowly he lowers himself down to his knees right in front of seth. even now he wants to reach out, lay a comforting hand over those trembling fists. ]
Can I use my mouth on you? Or will my hands be enough?
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he hates this kindness, even as he craves it. he wants to be given the choice, even as he fears it. ]
It's-- It's fine, [ he manages to get out, finally letting himself look at the other man again, how still he is. this is.. not like with anyone else he's been with. even horus, who's been far too gentle with him, had taken his kiss as blanket permission and overwhelmed him. but feng xin has no reason to crave him the way horus does, so maybe..
he hesitates, fists slowly uncurling, body easing closer with all the wariness of an animal. a hand lifts, fingertips touching the other man's jaw, sliding up to the curve of his ear. his nails brush through the dark hair near his nape as his other hand finds feng xin's shoulder, and he bends to press his mouth to the other god's in a kiss that's nearly chaste. ]
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honestly, it... does very little to help seth's case here. if anything, it only makes it that much more obvious to feng xin how carefully he has to move forward with this. slowly, with the same sort of caution seth had in approaching him, one of feng xin's hands come up to gently cup seth's chin. not to hold him steady or in place, but as simply the safest option for an anchoring point for feng xin. he kisses back without pushing forward, simply letting his lips fold over seth's in something bordering on tender. another kiss, moved a few millimeters to the right, landing just at the corner of puckered lips.
hid other hand comes up, calloused fingertips landing lightly along a pale throat. his eyes, half-lidded, watch the other man carefully as one finger presses lightly on a pulse. ]
Can I kiss you here?
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his head tilts slightly at the gentle pressure against his throat, fingers curling in the fabric across the other man's shoulder as he stares down in mild, bewildered disbelief. in spite of himself, tension eases out of his shoulders, and he nods briefly, more sure of his answer this time. ]
As long as you pay attention, you don't have to ask for every touch. [ his own thumb rubs over the corner of the other god's mouth, something a little wry in his expression. ] You have better self-control than most men I know.
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I think I'd like to have a few words with most men you know, [ come his grumpy grumble, ultimately an impotent thing when they're both still stuck here — in the elevator, and the resort in general.
he pushes it all out in a brief, frustrated puff of air. the next second his hand is slipping around the curve of seth's neck, porcelain-white against the more olive notes of his hand. he leans in for another kiss — soft, off-center on full lips, and then he's aiming lower, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses to the spot he'd earlier indicated.
he listens well, careful to pay attention to the way seth reacts to everything he does. another kiss there, lips parted a little more this time, leaving the area a little wet, so that when he leans back and blows a breath of air on it, it should be cold, but only pleasantly so. ]
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instead of dwelling on it, though, he leans into the next kiss, trying to remember the way he used to kiss his wife, trying to focus on here and now. this is nothing like the other men who've kissed him, who've taken too much too fast, or entirely against his wishes. even if seth wouldn't normally allow something like this, especially with a stranger, it's-- good? he thinks? not bad, at least, and that's hopeful.
his skin prickles beneath feng xin's breath, and his own hitches faintly. red hair slips across his shoulder, curtaining them both for a moment, but then he's simply dragging the edge of his shendyt up so he can settle astride the other man's thighs. it's not-- if this was the foreigner, he'd never, but standing like that was going to get uncomfortable for them both. ]
Do that again, [ he demands, because it had been nice, and sweeps his hair back away from his neck, his other hand curling more firmly over feng xin's shoulder. ] .. This is.. better.
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the shift in position catches him by surprise, and he realizes belatedly he should have just stood back up from the start. (though maybe that would have still presented them with a similar problem, being taller than the other and all.) he's quick, of course, to rationalize the gesture — it is better, for their necks both, the practicality of it all keeping him from getting too caught up in the pleasantness of the warmth and weight across his lap. one hand settles along the dip of seth's narrow hips, but it's a light weight, barely there unless you were really paying attention.
his other hand remains by the other god's neck, helping to draw that vibrant fall of hair away. (it's a rich, almost awful color — freshly spilled blood most befitting of a war god — but beautiful in the rarity he's seen it on a person's head. the same color as seth's eyes, and he has to wonder if it's all on purpose.) there on that neck he presses another lazy kiss, smothering the small quirk of a smile there prompted by the other man's demand. as amused as he is by it, he likes to think it's another good sign; a mouse wouldn't make demands of its predator, after all. ]
What did you like? [ they're closer, so he doesn't bother to speak loudly. ] The tongue? [ lips parting wider on this next kiss, tongue snaking out to trace a circle directly over a pulse point. ] Or the breath? [ and then he pulls back again, this second blow of breath longer, drawn out to tease. ]
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the wet swipe of the other man's tongue makes him shudder, pleasure sparking briefly over nerves, drawn out by the breath across his pulse. he knows he's being teased, and that should be irritating, but instead, he huffs, turning his head to nip the other man's ear in retaliation. ]
Both, [ he mumbles against the small bite, tilting his head into feng xin's fingers, and taking his shame and uncertainty and putting them both away for now, he rolls his hips against the other man's. he can be afraid of his own pleasure later: for now, there's this, this stupid little space and this ridiculous place, this empty portrait frame, and a stranger that wants to please him. ]
You can touch me more than this. [ he drags his mouth across a high cheekbone, finds the corner of feng xin's mouth. his hand presses the one against his hip down harder, hips rolling again, making a breath stutter out of him with the shock of it. ] Like-- Like this.
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maybe that's why he teases, to coax more of that fire to flare for reasons other than fury. or maybe he finds he just likes the way seth responds. ]
Like this?
[ he keeps his lips where they are, parted so his breaths mingle with seth's. from here he can't see much past the thick, burgundy lashes and kohl a stark black. but he doesn't need his eyes to see where that hand beneath seth's travels just a little lower, pressing down with more intent just as his own hips rock up in meeting. he isn't hard, not yet, but he isn't lacking, either. the thin cotton of his pants do little to mask what could be in offer, were seth to decide his wants reached that far.
but there isn't anything insistent in the movement, mere friction for friction. if anything, the hand along that hip is doing more with an occasional squeeze and swipe of a rough thumb along a hipbone, further encouraging seth to chase what bliss he craved. ]
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fuck. is that--? he's not even hard yet.
his thighs spread wider, and his free hand pushes down between them, curling briefly over his own half-hard cock beneath the layers of his shendyt--oh--then brushing his knuckles over feng xin's. ] .. Will it even fit..? [ it's a vaguely worried mumble, unfocused from the shaky desire, from the feeling of that thumb on his hip, lips brushing ticklishly against his own. experience says it will, but does he really want to rely on his experience here? ]
Hey. [ teeth nip again, small fangs against feng xin's jaw, breathing in clean skin as he rocks down harder, pushing his own palm more insistently between them with the movement. ] How should I--? [ fuck. ] Can I make you hard?
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(will it fit? of course it can, but if he's worried, feng xin has enough spiritual power to shapeshift into something more palatable—)
briefly, his head tips back, lower lip caught between his teeth as he squeezes that hip again in — in what? encouragement? a play for self-control? whatever the reason, he's easing up that grip a second later, forcing a rough breath through his nose. ]
Yeah, [ he eventually answers, dipping his head back down again to seek out seth's lips for a clumsy kiss. distractedly, he gives the man's lip a little nip, before drawing it in for an idle suck. ] Do whatever you want — here —
[ the hand along seth's neck finally remembers itself and moves, slipping down to grasp at the man's thigh, just below the curve of an ass. with a tug, seth's brought even closer, their chests near flush, the redhead's hand trapped between them as his weight now settles entirely on feng xin's cock, which has already begun to thicken up into a suitable hardness, so that when seth so much as shifts, he'll be able to feel feng xin's interest without a doubt.
he dips his head down, eyes half-lidded as they watch seth's hand press down against himself. ]
Should I touch you too? I can...
[ he trails off, reaching up instead to wrap a large hand around seth's own. he doesn't touch, not yet, but he coaxes that hand to keep going. ]
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