TDM 05

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS

None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER

Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS

► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS

► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

► The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS

► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION

► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS

► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!

HEADS OR TAILS

► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE

► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST

► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK

► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

► Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST

► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

► Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES

► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS

► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

► Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

► Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

► There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS

► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

► Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

► Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX

► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

► This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. 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 prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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 regardless!

▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

▶ 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.

▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

rattles around like a maraca!!!

[unrequite]

[ Midnight's expression doesn't clear in recognition; the starting whistle sounds, and Midnight charges, slipping and sliding Baizhu down into the mud, pinning him, a hand on Baizhu's wrist.

The other hand, of course, caught itself in Baizhu's hair, his arm taking the brunt of that fall into the mud, landing Baizhu gently on his back, rescuing as much of that lovely hair as possible. His mouth goes to Baizhu's ear. ]

Talk later, mm? Must make the patrons happy first. Struggle a bit, they know this isn't a fair fight, it doesn't have to be much. I'll take you somewhere else.

[ This is punctuated with a very friendly kiss to the cheek. Hello! Irresponsible, incorrigible Midnight at your service, here like it's nothing. ]

hmph!!!

[snakelace]

[ For a moment he thinks, wildly, that this is another trick of the resort’s—a hallucination of some kind. But then Midnight proves himself to be solidly real as he tackles Baizhu into the mud, murmuring sweet nothings—or something akin to it—into his ear. He remembers well that firm, inescapable embrace.

This…This is real.

He gazes up at Midnight uncertainly, then nods, the hand Midnight’s pinned down still clutching tightly to his Vision. He trusts that Midnight won’t do anything untoward to something so precious to him, but he doesn’t want the Wildcards watching them get any ideas.

So he struggles—convincingly, because truth be told he knows he can’t exactly break free of Midnight’s strength—trying to push Midnight off of him with the combined force of his very feeble arms as he tries to squirm out of that embrace in the mud.

The real struggle here is trying to break free when he’s perfectly comfortable right where he is, and certainly a lot more turned on than he cares to be right now.

This hadn’t been how he’d expected Midnight to take responsibility. ]

baby come back / you can blame it all on me 🎶

[unrequite]

[ This was set up from beginning to end, and from the laughter and cheers from the audience, everyone was in on the joke. So when the whistle sounds again far too soon, it's with expectant laughter and applause. The comedy is over, there is a winner.

Midnight gets up, scoops Baizhu up with him, puts him over his shoulder as soon as they hit stable footing, and laughs along with the audience. No, no, this one's mine, he calls out to the referees to replying laughter and good natured jeers. I won him, fair and square. I want my piece of the reward, you know... In private.

A hand slides up Baizhu's leg, squeezes his ass long and slow, to responding calls of amusement. Midnight laughs, then leaves the ring, leaving behind cries for him to stay, to take his prize where everyone can see them...

He walks them to the back, then the winner's room, where a large, steaming bath and an even larger bed next to the bath awaits them. Midnight chats with the attendants with a friendly tone the entire way, but waits for the door to close behind him to lower Baizhu into the bathtub first, gently, watching his head. ]

There we are, love. Hang on a tick, I'll join you...

[ And after shaking off some excess mud, join him Midnight does, sinking into the tub next to him. It's a very large tub, thankfully, and the drainage is quite good, the mud slipping off them and into the filters in the tub floor. ]

Ah, there we are. How are you, darling...? All right?

never gonna give you up / even if you let me down

[snakelace]

[ Baizhu bears the humiliation in silence, trying to look appropriately dejected as Midnight plays it up for their audience, even if he silently promises to get him back for that squeeze to his ass later on. ]

You…

[ He finally lets out a relieved sigh once they’re behind closed doors, Baizhu setting his Vision aside on the edge of the bathtub, the muddy bauble aglow but otherwise undamaged.

Then he gazes back at someone even more precious than a gift from the gods—a mortal life. A friend, living, breathing. In the flesh.

He reaches out to brush tentative fingers across Midnight’s cheek, still looking quite bewildered after all of that. ]

I’m fine, thank you. If anything, I’d like to know how you are, considering what’s happened…

[ The statues, and all. But then he heaves a sigh. ]

Though it appears that you’re as vigorous as ever.

killing me softly... with this love....

[unrequite]

Vigorous... Mm. That's me. Right as rain. I'm sturdy, remember?

[ Midnight laughs lightly, the water lapping around them as he slides closer. If the calendar in his room is correct, he's been gone for upwards of a month, now... ]

Say, does that mean you missed me? I'm very easy to pine for, I know, but it is quite odd how difficult it is for others to admit it...

[ A small smile. He's kidding, really. Considering how long it took to get his wits around him in the ring when he's usually so unflappable, Midnight's pretty certain he's supposed to play a bit more gently here. ]

i put a spell on you…

[snakelace]

Of course I have.

[ Sorry, was he supposed to say otherwise? Baizhu is completely sincere, altogether too beside himself at this fucking miracle to be anything but honest.

His touches on Midnight’s face grow bolder now, as if he’s seeking any traces of hardness on him. ]

Foolish as you are, you don’t deserve to be turned to stone.

and i say YEAAAHAHAAYEAAAYAYAYAA--

[unrequite]

Mm.

[ Midnight's expression softens even more. His hands reach out to Baizhu's waist, gently tug the other man closer, all the way onto his lap if he's willing. Well, if he's about to do a full physical examination, might as well get in close quarters, right? ]

There's a saying about fools where I'm from, you know... We never get ill. What's a doctor got to do with the likes of me, mmm?

[ ... Well, that never stopped him from catching his own terminal disease, but it's the thought that counts!! (Right?) ]

I'm just a holy fool...

[snakelace]

[ He’s lucky Baizhu hasn’t found out about said terminal disease just yet, though he’s perfectly intent on examining Midnight just the same, allowing the latter to move him onto his lap.

Though that isn’t to say that he isn’t a little flushed from the effort, mostly because their little encounter in the mud pit had been more stimulating than he’d cared for. Given enough time he might not even mind following through with the audience’s suggestion of doing it out in the open…

With a sigh for such lurid thoughts, he takes the opportunity to bury his face in the crook of Midnight’s shoulder, a toothless parody of their first encounter. ]

You’ve yet to take responsibility, you know.

[ As happy as Baizhu is to see him, he still can’t deny that there’s more than mere friendly affection there. ]

take... on... me.... 🕺🕺🕺

[unrequite]

[ Midnight gives another low hum, but he has Baizhu very close this time, his hand on his waist, Baizhu's lovely face pressed to his shoulder. He takes a breath, pulls a bit of mud from Baizhu's hair and lets it settle in the water, then strokes up his back, his fingers running up his spine until it settles on his neck, water dripping down Baizhu's back in a trail. ]

I haven't. I ought to, mm? It's about time.

[ Midnight shifts Baizhu more fully onto his lap, then rolls his hips slightly, just so Baizhu can feel him hardening in the water, his cock against his thigh. His breath wraps around Baizhu's ear, he speaks so softly and close. ]

Better late than never, I suppose. Are you all right with just water, or shall I find something a little more slick...?

[ The hand around Baizhu's waist falls to his ass, but the grab this time is gentle, more like a punctuation mark on his question, just to draw the good doctor's attention down there. ]

every time we touch... 💃

[snakelace]

[ He gasps at the shift, a little embarrassed now, after all’s said and done. That mud pit encounter wasn’t even the worst thing he’s been through out here, but the shock of seeing Midnight again, de-petrified…

…Well, nearly de-petrified. There’s definitely something rock-hard down there. ]

It’s fine.

[ He figures he’s loose enough, after months of being here. But more than that, he doesn’t want Midnight to even think about pulling away to get whatever it is he thinks they might need. Baizhu feels that he can handle him well enough. Probably. ]

And…if you’re thirsty after all of that…

[ His neck is open. ]

danananana (this is sandstorm by darude)

[unrequite]

[ Midnight looks at Baizhu blankly for a moment, wondering briefly if he's being offered bathwater, wondering if he's depraved enough to accept— before he remembers he's a vampire, and how they met.

He laughs. ]

I'm not about to add another responsibility to my list, darling... Unless you'd like for us to have an excuse to see each other again? I'd rather we skip the formalities.

[ He puts a kiss on Baizhu's cheek, right where the bone meets the soft flap of his ear. ]

But I'll do what you like. Doctor's orders.

[ Another kiss. Under the water, Midnight takes Baizhu under the thighs, spreading his knees until they sit chest to chest, his cock rising up between them. He rolls his hips again, sighing in quiet satisfaction as he feels his length run up Baizhu's stomach, just under his belly button, sliding against Baizhu's along the way. ]

sounds horny enough ig...

[snakelace]

I’m afraid you won’t have an easy time getting rid of me from now on…

[ Especially when he’s twice the curious medical anomaly now, being both a vampire and someone who’d come back from being turned to stone.

Not that he can consider studying him right now, with Midnight being so distractingly sensual that it’s becoming increasingly difficult for him to speak without stuttering, his breath catching in his throat when he feels that delicious length pressing hotly against him like a promise.

He really has a bad habit of taking on the overly large ones…

But how can he resist, when he can now dip a hand into the water to reach for their members and catch them both in hand, stroking their lengths together at a languid pace. ]

Especially when you’re…you’re quite the handful…

[unrequite]

Am I? Hmm.

[ With one hand holding Baizhu steady on his lap, he puts the other to Baizhu's jaw, water pattering into the tub as he tilts the doctor's head to the side and continues to kiss down his neck, over his pulse. He continues to roll his hips, but his hips stutter when Baizhu touches them both, pleased breath sighing over his skin. He smiles. ]

Too much of a handful for even the most capable of doctors... Oh, what a blasted curse, to be too well endowed with... Affection. Won't you — ah — be patient with me? I'll be a good patient for you in return, darling. I promise...

[ Shallow, slow rutting accompanies this plea. His other hand slides upward, finds the join of Baizhu's legs and sinks a finger too-easily inward, past the ring of his entrance and twisting gently to stretch deeper inside. This is accompanied by soft, quiet kisses, pressed to the skin like a sleepy afterthought, like a dream. It won't need much, indeed, but Midnight likes to be sure, even if he's getting rather eager for the next step, his cock almost fully hard against Baizhu's as the doctor's lovely hand strokes them both. ]

[snakelace]

Don’t forget that I—I still owe you a punishment…

[ The emphasis comes out as a gasp, when Midnight starts probing inside of him, those sweet, overly dramatic words making him more flustered than he likes.

It’s so easy to forget that they’d just been outside, in the mud, to the jeers of an uncaring crowd only moments earlier. The hand stroking both their cocks grows ever more erratic in its stroking as Midnight continues his tender assault, while Baizhu’s other hand glides up to the vast expanse of Midnight’s chest, ostensibly on the pretext of washing away the last of the mud from his body, but really he’s just scrambling for purchase, palms scraping against nipple, his mind desperately clinging to some lingering sense of propriety as Midnight gently, slowly, maddeningly starts to unfurl him.

The resort has it all wrong. Wrestling in the mud for the amusement of a bloodthirsty crowd wouldn’t have done him in, but this? Midnight is well on his way… ]

[unrequite]

You do.

[ Another soft admission breathed out over Baizhu's skin. Midnight shudders a bit at the hand over his chest — he is sensitive there — then he dips his free hand into the water, gently pulls Baizhu's hand away. He withdraws his fingers, breath catching in excitement, but voice still very soft, as though the room is full and they are having a private conversation. ]

You said something about exploring my insides, mmm? Dear me. That's frightening.

[ Midnight lifts Baizhu gently, sets him down just as gently, hands guiding him just so, carefully. The water slips the head of his cock smoothly past Baizhu's entrance, but the girth of the rest slows Midnight's progress, leaving him to sigh, but only rut gently in place, waiting for Baizhu to stretch little by little. He slips deeper; in spite of the process, Baizhu is soft inside, hotter than the water, pulsing and alive.

He continues to hold Baizhu's hand, but his other hand returns to Baizhu's hip, steadying him as he continues thrusting slightly, memorizing the way slim doctor sinks onto his cock, the way his hair and body bounces as they both move. His words float on his breath, penitent, but very, very taut with arousal. ]

When will you punish me, doctor? If I'm very, very good, will you change your mind? I can be very, very good for you, you see.

[snakelace]

I—I only meant…

[ Goodness, why is he even explaining himself? All that joking around seems like so long ago—honestly, he’s still kind of surprised that they’ve gotten to this point at all, with Midnight being the idiot that he is. ]

Midnight…ah…

[ With one hand engulfed in the warmth of Midnight’s, his other hand clings to a nice, firm shoulder, nails digging in deeper the more he sinks onto Midnight, the heat and friction sending his thoughts scattering once more, the little thrust pulling a small whimper out of him.

It’s too much, all at once, Baizhu arching his back, burying his face into the opposite shoulder—and yet he can’t get nearly enough. Even with Midnight fully sheathed after that long, agonizing descent he still feels a hunger that the growing heat between them is only making worse… ]

[unrequite]

Mm?

[ Is the sound a little too smug for its own good? Yes, but Midnight enjoys it. He also enjoys the consequences for being smug. It really is hard to be disappointed when one simply enjoys being around others...

After a tiny, through the teeth hiss at the nails in his skin, Midnight sighs, settles, turns his head and continues to kiss Baizhu against the cheekbone as his hips continue to roll into him, thrusting in a way that never quite leaves the sensitive wall inside alone, but never quite pushes up against it, either. For all intents and purposes, Midnight really is enjoying Baizhu's body, the soft pull and give inside him, but the very small smile on his lips betrays the way he's enjoying the sounds Baizhu makes perhaps a little too much. A hand comes up to lay over Baizhu's cock, pressing it just so and letting it slide against the ridges of his stomach and his palm. ]

Good?

[snakelace]

[ There’s probably no way he can actually punish Midnight for acting like himself, but maybe he’s fine with that. Maybe he can even play a little rough, even if most would find him too tame and gentle even then.

At least when they’re not ass-deep inside of him like this. It’s very difficult for him to envision the various interesting forms of torture only doctors can dream of…

But ooooh, he’ll get back at Midnight for all of this. Even if he’d wanted it.

Eventually. ]

Not…enough…

[ There’s heat there, and friction, and Midnight’s hand engulfing him the way he’s engulfing that cock, and still he can’t quite feel the burn, the smoldering desire igniting into something fierce and hot and hard…

He tilts his head to the side, mouthing his request against Midnight’s neck—a vampire’s kiss— ]

I must…feel you more… Make…Make me feel you…alive…

[ He’s not in any position to make sense right now. ]

[unrequite]

[ Aha. Midnight looks at the expanse of skin under his lips, then opens his mouth. He gives Baizhu's neck another kiss, then a nip. His mouth travels upward, finds fresh skin, and nips again, harder, tugging at Baizhu's skin before freeing it, letting the tender bruise fall back into place. ]

More...? Here?

[ Midnight is tempted to punctuate that with a firmer roll of his hips... But no. He slows a bit, but continues to thrust in the same way. In all ways, Midnight is a generous lover, but he likes to be clear on this point specifically. In no way does he want to mistake a request for more when his teeth come into play. It feels too good, there is always the danger of injury, of worse. Midnight has to be careful, cannot take more than what is given to him freely.

(It feels too good. Baizhu, in the heat of the water, soft and moaning, taking his cock so well, feels far, far too good.) ]

[snakelace]

[ He answers that questioning more? with a clench, just in case Midnight’s forgetting the very important fact that he isn’t proving to Baizhu just how lively and not at all statue-like he is in anything but muscles and girth.

Not that the nip to the neck isn’t unwelcome, makes him squirm and writhe underneath those tempting teeth, sheathed behind exquisite lips that can only spout nothing but the most obnoxious nonsense… ]

Please…

[ If Midnight doesn’t behave himself right this very second Baizhu might be forced to summon plants to make him… ]

[unrequite]

[ Midnight laughs, but it's more huff than laugh, more fond than any other possible emotion. Alive, huh...

He shifts the stray tendrils of green hair from Baizhu's neck, gives it a lick, then opens his mouth wide and sinks sharp teeth in. Gently, smoothly, so the immediate sting turns to a dull ache, something he can clamp his lips around and suck at, hard, hard to bruising. He punctuates each kiss and lave of his tongue with a thrust, each smoother and sharper than the last.

Soon, the water in the tub splashes higher, and the sound of Midnight's muffled, growling moans fills his own ears. Baizhu would be bouncing on Midnight's lap if that mouth at hiss neck and the hands at his hips weren't keeping him firmly, mercilessly in place, his length now aimed precisely at that specific place that he's been teasing all this time. The water, the easy undertow of Baizhu's body pulling him deeper, are both heavenly in this kind of warmth. He can feel his cock twitch under the extra friction, his grunts of exertion eventually turning to more pleasured notes as he continues sinking deep inside. ]

[snakelace]

[ That shuddering moan of his sounds almost like relief, like anticipation sated, like a failing experiment’s unexpected success. He tilts his head to the side despite the hot burst of pain from those teeth, allowing Midnight as much room as possible to take from him.

After all, he did win that match earlier, and a winner must be rewarded fully, no? ]

Mmn…good…

[ He’d never thought it’d feel this good—better even, than the first time Midnight had fed on him. There’s care this time—there’s heat and tenderness and Midnight alive and whole in his arms, his cock hot and thick inside of him, Baizhu pulling him in as tightly as he can manage, arms locked around Midnight’s neck in a desperate embrace, Baizhu nosing around that wet, dark, messy hair of his… ]

I’m—I’m so glad you’re…

[ Alive. ]

[unrequite]

[ Midnight continues to fuck into Baizhu, sucking and kissing over the punctures in turn, hands hard and bruising at Baizhu's hips. If this is what he likes... Midnight turns his head, breathes in the scent of wet skin and hair, the lingering mud under the sharper scent of blood in the water. Midnight's mouth opens, in spite of himself, and leaves long, thin scratches in a much less innocent nip. Baizhu is hot around him, so yielding, far too good... Midnight can feel himself shudder out of rhythm, his climax sharp and angry and alive.

When he speaks, the murmur of it runs along those tiny scratches, leaving hot breath in its wake. ]

... I like being here too.

[ A bit too superficial, a bit too flippant. If it wasn't for the completely sober way he says it, the way he lifts a hand to comb through Baizhu's hair, firm and reassuring, it would be as though he hadn't heard what Baizhu meant at all. ]

[snakelace]

[ Midnight’s own climax sends Baizhu spiraling into his, that burst of heat from within drawing a breathless moan from him as he shudders from his own release.

The bathwater must be a mess of mud and come and blood by now, never mind the efficient drainage, but all Baizhu can sense is Midnight, the overwhelming presence of him, the feel of him, the smell of him…

The warmth of him, knowing that he’s been warmed still further by his own life’s blood… ]

Don’t forget…the value of your own life…

[ The words come out between pants, Baizhu in his exhaustion sinking bonelessly into Midnight’s much sturdier frame, the pain of their final conversation together before Midnight had been turned into a statue still fresh in his mind. The way the man had the audacity to think his life’s worth throwing away for a drink…

It makes him want to punch the man, really. ]

[unrequite]

Mm?

[ ... What an odd thing to say. Midnight reflects on that as they both come down, a hand coming up to smooth down Baizhu's back. The value of his own life... ]

... I'm very valuable, darling, which is why I must use my gifts as best as I can. To be with others, to spread happiness where I go... To do that which only I can do.

[ And one of the best things he can do with his life is use it in service of others. This isn't a contradictory idea at all to Midnight. Of course he's valuable... So as someone of superiority, he's obligated to spend his life doing what others cannot. ]