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HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
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COSTUME DEPARTMENT
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LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
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• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ Another curse spills from Xue Yang's lips, and his hips buck again, but this time it's not just the once. Twice, a third time, until he's pressing up over and over. His pace is uneven and somewhat stilted but he grinds back against that hole as if he's already inside. His grip continues to be relatively weak; if it weren't he'd definitely be moving that ass at a pace to match.
Xue Yang isn't holding back, and seems perfectly willing to get off like this if he has to. At this level of desperation he's not picky, nor does he care about something like his dignity. He has stimulation from another person, and even if it would be him rutting himself to climax, it's fine as long as he gets said climax.
A pleased groan even makes its way out, as if punctuating the sentiment that this is sufficient gratification whether or not anything more intense might actually be offered. ]
[Desperation really brought out something enticing in these situations, Matoba thinks- heightened desire, more intense sensation. To the man that's starving, any food is the most delicious meal he's ever had. Under the right circumstances, these aphrodisiacs aren't so bad. So long as he's the one retaining his control, that is.]
[He enjoys dangling the promise of fulfillment over Xue Yang just a little longer, but he does actually intend to keep up his end of the deal- and so on one of those straining fucks upwards, as Xue Yang's strength is flagging, Matoba presses his hips back to his grind and guides the man's cock against him with one hand, letting the head breach with a slow breath and then sink deeper, deeper inside.]
[Lash flutters, lips part, but Matoba keeps an intent gaze on the other man's face as he allows him inward and then hilts knelt against his lap. His hips still rock subtly, even filled, threading and working himself over the intrusion. It's clear enough, from how easily he takes him, that Matoba's body is already accustomed to being fucked from his time in the resort.]
Take what you want, then. [He offers, planting a hand against Xue Yang's flushed sternum to steady himself, and continuing to grind and rock over him- deep, but not quite the friction and thrust he might need.] If you can.
[ Fingers go tense as he's engulfed in the heat, a grip with some strength in it for once. But it's like a spasm or a twitch, not done with one's conscious strength, merely the body reacting without restraint. By the time Xue Yang's wits are back about him he's holding on about the same as before. Perhaps a bit more, but not by much.
The ease with which his body swallows Xue Yang's cock doesn't go unnoticed. If this guy isn't a longer-term resident of this place, then he must have had a related profession beforehand. Not that Xue Yang expected otherwise when the very proposition began with a discussion of Game 52.
He doesn't need to be told twice--he didn't even really need to be told once, and is back to his previous motions almost immediately. Xue Yang fucks up into that ass with all the strength and enthusiasm he can muster at this point. He grunts slightly with each thrust, muscles occasionally giving a quiver as if in protest, but despite it he manages to keep going.
He might not have the strength and speed he normally does, but even still it doesn't take long before his breathing gets more shallow and his thrusts less steady as his eagerly-sought orgasm approaches. Under more normal circumstances he'd manage to last longer, but normal this is not. ]
[Eagerness feels good, whether it's in the physical or the attitude- the grip that flexes against Matoba's hips is enticing, as is the way he swells upwards in the wake of being swallowed up to take the reins.]
[Even struggling, the man under him fucks like his life depends on it (it does), and Matoba rewards it by moving over him to encourage even more- letting him set the pace, he rests his weight on the hand against Xue Yang's chest and grips himself in the other, stroking in time. Lashes lower and flutter, lips hang parted in breaths, watching the other man's face and his desperate movements, the sweat-drenched quality of his skin, all the effort in flexing muscles. He may not last the longest, but Matoba has no complaints, satisfied alone by the sight of Xue Yang diving headlong into fucking him.]
[Though he was not normally a fan of taking a load, circumstances are what they are- he could just abandon him before he comes, lift his hips and deny the satisfaction of emptying inside, but he doesn't. It's rewarding good work; it's a strange form of empathy, allowing completion for a man who desperately needs it. Matoba presses his hips down against the other as he comes, and winds the tension in his own body as the jerks over his cock become more hurried.]
[It isn't too long, just a few moments more, until he spills over Xue Yang's chest and stomach with a quiet shudder of breath, rocking against his hips and squeezing around his spent cock.]
[ When Xue Yang comes, it's a completely different sensation from what he's used to experiencing. Or perhaps not completely different, but there's two overlapping sensations: one familiar, one strange. He's used to the flood of warmth, the releasing of tension as he reaches climax and his body settles back down. What he's not used to is the feeling of rushing within his veins, like his blood is being forcefully circulated in weird directions, downwards towards his dantian. No--not his dantian, his cock. Like something more than just cum is pouring out of him with his release, flushing away the weariness and fatigue the flower's poison forced into his muscles, as relaxation and invigoration conflict and counterbalance each other within him.
His first thought is if there's something he can extract from the ejaculate to experiment with. Maybe as an antidote, maybe as its own toxin.
Xue Yang is still as his body sorts itself out, letting himself experience it all the way through. Once it settles his grip on Matoba's hips tightens, this time with some of his actual strength, much more than he gripped with before. He may have just come but with the poison cleared he has more than enough power to reverse their positions in an instant. He all but drags the man to the ground and rolls on top of him, not even needing to separate their hips in the process. He reaches up to try to brush Matoba's hair to the side, not to touch the seal itself but in an attempt to get an unobscured look at it now that he can focus on it. ]
[The funny thing is: Matoba is somewhat accustomed to feeling the flow of negative aura dumped into him, so to speak, through orgasm. When you are fucking a man drenched in corruption so often (and one that misbehaves often enough, ie, refusing to wear a condom.. thanks Rokurou), you develop ways to counteract it. As one must, when one is a purveyor of purification.]
[It is fairly second nature now, then, for Matoba to feel that rush and react to it with his body. While haraiya may not specialize in cultivation, you don't survive the business without learning to control your power at least a little bit, lest you fall to the influence of malice yourself. Xue Yang, with his far greater experience, might be able to feel it- a somewhat clumsy-by-comparison flood of counteracting purifying energy that centers in Matoba's navel. The specialty of haraiya is manipulating what surrounds them, not what is inside of them, but it serves its purpose.]
[They are both feeling through their afterglow in different ways, but before Matoba can do any questioning about that, he's being toppled. The unexpected movement catches him just off-guard enough, but he also wouldn't be alive without the ability to react to sudden attacks, and Xue Yang's reaching hand is gripped hard by the wrist just millimeters before his fingertips can reach towards, Matoba is presuming, his eye.]
Unwise, [He warns silkily, breathless from the mix of sex and breakneck movement. His other hand is raised, two fingers to his chest, in a prayer position- ready to focus that power, if need be.]
[He has sensed power from this man since he came across him, but it was fluctuating so wildly that he couldn't quite put his finger on the source. It has stabilized now, but he still can't determine whether he is human. Best to consider him an enemy.] And ungrateful. Don't you think?
[ Xue Yang isn't particularly surprised when his hand is intercepted. While it isn't clear whether or not this person is a cultivator, he clearly has some dealings with the supernatural. The seal formed with his off hand only serves as confirmation for the assumption in Xue Yang's mind.
Xue Yang doesn't fight back or struggle to overcome the grip. He doesn't actually need to get what he wants by force; he's simply impatient when he doesn't think there's a reason to wait. ]
Show me the seal. [ His voice comes out much easier now that he's not struggling with the poison. He doesn't bother to hide the eagerness from his tone. ] What principles does it use? Did you design it?
[ The move was indeed unwise, but possibly surprisingly, Xue Yang is not ungrateful. He's not so brutish that he fails to recognize when someone helped him, and didn't actually have any intention to repay kindness with malice. But there's no way his action wouldn't be mistaken for something else unless he'd actually had the chance to follow through, and anyone with a lick of self-preservation would have tried to stop him before he got to that point. Thus, here they are. ]
[Matoba's expression flattens out of its sharpness with only a lightly raised eyebrow.]
Oh, is that all?
[Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending how you look at them), Matoba understands this sort of bluntness. All spellcasters were strange, but Seiji himself was said to be among the most unorthodox, even for the Matoba clan. And thus, he understands a fellow soul piqued by inquisitiveness, reaching for the most direct route to pursue something he wants.]
[His grip remains on Xue Yang's wrist, but he releases his hand seal. The built up tension dissipates slightly, and instead he uses that hand to pat gingerly against the man's navel, where he's still balls-deep inside of Matoba.]
Pull out, and we can discuss business as much as you like.
[ Xue Yang gives a light snort. What, this guy can't have a conversation with a dick still in his ass? Amateur.
He doesn't say it, his curiosity still winning out.
His hips shift as he moves, giving himself enough room to pull back and slide his cock out of the body beneath him. He even pulls his hand back, now that it seems likely he won't need to move that hair himself to get at his goal. He doesn't change their positions much otherwise though, still leaning forward over him as if pinning him down, faces not too far separated. ]
[Hmmm. Is this what he's like to everyone else?? (Probably.)]
[Freed from being pinned at the hip at least, Matoba feels the slow pulse of semen dripping from his hole and shudders a slow breath out as it relaxes. If Xue Yang was still interested in whatever the hell was going on with his ejaculate, well, there goes his chance smearing over the grass--]
[Fearlessly, Matoba plants a hand on his looming chest and gives a shove backwards, scooting back so that he can sit up properly. He's plenty willing to talk; that doesn't mean that he isn't going to enforce guardrails and basic decorum. This is business.]
I am the exorcist Matoba, [He explains, drawing his bangs back slightly to show the spell. Across the paper covering, a bullseye-like script had been painted, its centerpoint over his right eye. After a moment to let it show, he drops them again, appraising this man. It's obvious he has power, and seems to be familiar with magic, but for a moment he isn't sure what words or terms will be understood.] ...A spellcaster from the east, [He finally settles on.] I specialize in the extermination of malicious spirits. Have you any familiarity with harae?
[ There's no rush to collect the mess. Now that Xue Yang is prepared for it, he has ways to acquire more. (That may or may not involve poisoning himself again and then fucking his roommate. Or poisoning his roommate. Maybe both of them, for twice the material.) No, he's much more interested in that seal at present.
When he finally gets a good look at the center and the rest of it, there's no missing the way his eyes narrow and his grin gives way to a slight frown of concentration. That... was not at all what he was expecting the center of it to look like. Does that work? It seems like it must work, or Matoba wouldn't continue to wear it. But despite having a vaguely similar structure to what Xue Yang knows, the part of the design that he would expect to be the primary actor is nearly blank. Like building a shed to keep out the weather, but not adding any walls and leaving the roof only partially thatched.
If he's from the east, does he mean Dongying? Xue Yang has only the most cursory knowledge of their techniques. They're heavily into spirit worship, right? He remembers that part. Is that why the seal is structured like that? ]
Yeah, of course.
[ Fu, the auto-translation helpfully interprets the term as for him. Cleansing rituals, not the sort he did regularly as someone entrenched in demonic cultivation but the kind of things that the Jin Sect made sure all their disciples knew how to perform. For any cultivator, it's one of the most basic practices. ]
[Dongying, Wa- whatever name, it seems that he isn't confused by what he is indicating. Hmmm. Matoba drops his bangs again and, satisfied that he will be able to understand, decides to skip a layman's explanation of his general duties.]
This seal is a last-resort safety measure. I have inherited a curse passed down within my clan- a monster which seeks to devour my right eye.
Although it is quite powerful, and there is little that can actually repel it... [Speaking of that monster... Matoba clicks his tongue. Not too long now.] ...In any case, the seal script that you see here is something like an adapted form of the native language of the spirits in my country.
[Gazing at the other man, Matoba lets his senses feel him out more carefully. There was something a bit familiar about him- familiar to something else he has been in contact with recently. It felt like...] ...I suppose it would all be foreign to you. Are you perhaps a practitioner of cultivation?
[ Xue Yang continues staring even when the bangs fall back into place, but his gaze is slightly less focused with it obscured. He's still turning the design over in his mind, trying to make sense of it with what he knows.
At the mention of cultivation, his attention shifts. ]
You know about cultivators? [ He thought that Dongying wasn't supposed to have any--ah. ] Oh, you probably met someone here.
[ There's been a few around this place in the past, and right now he knows of two aside from himself. It's not unreasonable that Matoba could have met one of them previously. ]
Yeah, more or less. I don't focus on the orthodox stuff as much though; those people are all self-righteous assholes.
[ As opposed to Xue Yang, who is clearly a very pleasant and agreeable person. ]
[Can he make heads or tails of its meaning, Matoba wonders? Curses and counter-curses in harae were a means to combat or invoke the often insidious manipulations of spirits for a spellcaster's own benefit. Without understanding the nature of those spirits, one probably wouldn't be able to guess how the spells are meant to combat them.]
[A monster that is obsessed with eyes, and eye-like imagery; the curse of a clan born from marksmen. Without knowing that, the bullseye-like manipulation of Matoba's eyepatch or other "charms" would mean little.]
I have, [Matoba agrees- although he's going to conveniently just. not bring them up yet. He'd like to hear it from this man's mouth first, so that he knows how to delicately navigate their internal politics. "Self-righteous assholes"- that says enough on its own.] I'm also aware of it from various historical materials owned by my clan. Such skills caught the interest of the early lords in my country, and were imported and modified to suit local needs. However, its golden age was something of a court fancy... When the lords ceased to hold power, eventually so did the families who practiced for them. We exorcists, who peddled our business among both lords and commoners alike, survived and inherited much of their research, and adapted what we could use for ourselves.
I am interested in anything that can be used. [The prerogative of those who still have power is to use it. Matoba's face, although neutral and polite on the surface, ripples with momentary distaste as his mouth curls.] Though personally, I'm not much a fan of parlor tricks and divinations.
[That makes two of them, then.]
As to how it "works", huh.... [He wonders how to explain.] ...Spirits and gods are selfish, fickle creatures. Repelling or invoking them is a matter of careful negotiation. You could say that the intent of our magic is, at its core, "negotiation".
...Do the spirits of your country not concern themselves with such things? [Are cultivators even capable of negotiating with spirits? He finds that he does not know whether they all even have Sight as a matter of course. Wei Wuxian, for his part, seemed to have an aptitude for it, but given his... physical state, that's just as likely the culprit.]
If you call on spirits for anything, you use the spirits of your ancestors. It's that whole thing where you're supposed to honor them and in return they're supposed to protect you. You already have a deal set up.
[ Part of the blasphemy of demonic cultivation is breaking that agreement: using spirits you don't have any filial connection to. It's not as flashy as the techniques that actively disrupt the afterlife of the dead so it's not what people tend to rage about the most, but it's there too.
This isn't about his own circumstances though, so he doesn't add the information. ]
Anything else you have a problem with gets subjugated by force.
[How gauche! But he doesn't think they're referring to the same things. Hmm.]
Although, I don't disagree with the latter. At least, that is the stance of the Matoba clan. If a monster is too weak to use, or too strong to control, it does not need to exist.
[What he's conveniently not going to mention though, is that the monster he mentioned that is after his right eye is also why the Matoba can't make any willing contracts with spirits: because it is the mark of shame they carry for the crime of betraying an ayakashi's contract, the highest crime to spirits who are obsessed with their strange customs of loyalty. And, for a family of exorcists, the greatest sin.]
[But much like demonic cultivators, they have found plenty of their own ways to hold onto power.]
May I ask what techniques cultivators use in the subjugation of monsters?
[ That gets an odd look on Xue Yang's face that smooths out a moment later. It's a weird question because it's so basic, but it's already become plenty clear that even if there's some amount of ancestral connections between their practices, the details have been heavily influenced by their respective homelands. He's just still being taken by surprise whenever it shows up so obviously. ]
It's cultivation, you know, as in cultivating your body and spirit. [ Except he probably doesn't know-- ] Breathing techniques to build spiritual energy. Then physical exercises to make use of it, and those lead to martial arts. Train those, and suppress your enemies with them.
[ Which as a process explains why Xue Yang is unnaturally physically strong, and also why the use of spirits was presented as an "if" and not a "when", even if his actual attempt at an explanation is... sparse. ]
Do you only use spirits?
[ (He does not yet know that Wei Wuxian was basically doing exactly that himself.) ]
Then, it is all forms of martial arts? ...You do not use any charms?
[Of course, Matoba was aware that the power of qigong lay in the physical expression of it, but what had manifested in onmyouji interpretations of the same studies came to be a completely different form- of spellcasting, of divinations using the same principles. None of that interpretation had come originally from the mainland?]
[The answer to Xue Yang's question is- complicated, though Matoba's mouth quirks upward in a private amusement. It'd be best not to tip his hand to a man he can't trust yet.]
Not only, [He admits,] But we are a little unique in that regard. The open carrying of weapons is no longer very common in my time.
[After another moment's thought, Matoba turns and gestures to his clothes, left in a heap behind him.] If it is learning of our magic that you are interested in, however, I have better examples.
Charms aren't usually for offense. Better to just stab something with a sword full of spiritual energy. [ It is, rather literally, more to the point. Even Xue Yang, for all he messes around making fierce corpses, has found himself preferring the ones that have their own swords. ] ... But yeah, I guess it could be all of them. Cultivators tend to favor swords but anything that uses the same principles should work.
[ It's weird to think there's more places out there with no weapons at all though, even having been here for over a year. Xue Yang definitely felt more comfortable when he got a knife, even if he hasn't actually used it to cut anyone else. (Yet.)
His gaze follows the gesture, eyes landing on the pile. He gives a snort of amusement accompanied by a grin, but there's no mistaking the way he focuses in interest. ]
Ha ha, I don't disagree with that, [Matoba grins cheerfully. This isn't an abnormal thing to say whatsoever!] Cultivation as an art must have been quite adept at slaying monsters in the old days. The decline of power has gone both ways, certainly.
[At least, from where he's sitting. While monsters and gods lost power as humans modernized and worship and wars grew thin, so too did the need to pass on techniques and bloodlines that had been forged to combat them. And on that note, Matoba rises to fetch his clothing. He needs to get cleaned up at some point, but he's become unfortunately accustomed to being a little gross for a while until he can get to somewhere in the resort for a shower or a bath from wherever he'd wandered into a sexual encounter. Worth it, he hopes, for this particularly interesting specimen of a man.]
[He shrugs his kimono and haori back on over his shoulders, at least enough to get his arms in the sleeves and the robes hanging over most of his body, and then reaches into one of them. He pulls out an ofuda. Pinched between two fingers, he holds it up for Xue Yang to see: the writing on it was different from that over his eyepatch, but had some similarities, such as the bullseye-like motif painted amongst the line of mixed Japanese and Chinese characters. Or, something like them anyway; some of them were odd, like radicals written on their lonesome, or with added strokes that made no sense. Some of the characters simply looked like unintelligible scribbles.]
Spells such as these are written with an invocation that will react to the presence of malice. Or, "yin", I suppose? You could say that what is written here is essentially like a command to banish or restrict whatever is touched by it. Just this is enough to subjugate the weak ones, but combined with spoken prayer, act as a type of exchange to invoke a stronger spirit.
As an example. [He holds it out for the other man to take.] Do I have it right? Cultivation channels one's spirit through weapons directly? In the case of a spell like this, it is acting as payment. You can think of it that way.
[ On Xue Yang's end, it's much easier to put his clothes back into place when all he needs to do is shift his pants around a bit.
Matoba takes out the talisman and oh, now that looks like a seal that Xue Yang could decrypt. It would definitely take time--it's obviously a different discipline from his own, and further separated by what's probably the differences in their native tongues--but at least the active parts of it look derived from the same basis.
Once it's offered Xue Yang grabs it eagerly to inspect it, though not without a bit of spiritual energy imbued into his fingertips just in case it's a trick. (He's fully willing to spring a trap to fulfill his curiosity, but that doesn't mean he'll do so without any precautions whatsoever.) His gaze roams the paper, taking in every stroke and every detail with a critical eye. ]
Does it still work here?
[ Will he be able to reproduce it himself without connection to the system that birthed it? ]
[Wouldn't that be interesting? Scholars and scientists in the field of spell theory still existed in small numbers, but most that Matoba knew of well had been in, at least, his grandfather's generation. Power died and so too did interest in the field of exorcism, but for those who come from the golden age of exorcism and monsters, such craft would be at its peak.]
[Why not take advantage of each other? He allows the spell to be grabbed from his fingertips and watches with mild amusement and curiosity as Xue Yang examines it. He wonders how much he can understand what he's looking at. It can't be all that much, he thinks.]
Yes. I have provided a few to Sightless acquaintances for their protection, [He replies mildly,] That is one of the services I offer.
[His grin burgeons, opportunistic. He gets the sense this isn't quite what Xue Yang means, but:] Are you interested?
[ It's a term Xue Yang isn't familiar with, and he's momentarily distracted from the talisman. He glances Makoto over, his eyes lingering on the spell covering his eye, before he looks back to the talisman. ]
I don't need protection. I can make the ghosts here fuck off myself, and I don't need talismans for it either.
[ Except for the ones that are actually possessing objects, like the paintings in the elevators. Those are surprisingly rooted, more so than he'd ever expect to see back in his own world for someone still in possession of their sense of self. ]
[He should try those talismans out on the paintings sometime! He might be pleasantly surprised with their effects on object-spirits.]
Those who lack the power to perceive spirits and magic, [Matoba helpfully supplies.] To be able to gather and diffuse spiritual energy as in cultivation is a skill, but it is like any physical task; anyone can do it with enough training. Monks, martial artists, the priesthood. It is not the same as the talent to interact with that world. You either have it, or you do not.
[His eye narrows, appraising.] Hum... I do not know how it is in your traditions, but there is much value in preserving the strength of such abilities by blood. It is rarer and rarer to find talent born into the world by chance, and the families whose power has run thin and run out grows every generation.
But I'm glad that you are so self-sufficient. [A wide smile is offered to Xue Yang- though he'd be forgiven for not taking it at face value.] Strength is strength, whatever form it may take. We all have our use.
[ Xue Yang gives a roll of his eyes, and his contempt comes through in his voice. ]
Ah. Yeah, cultivator clans try to marry each other and keep themselves strong and all that shit. But they're not the only ones with talent. If anything, they get to be strong because they've already been strong, and anyone who isn't born into that bullshit is kicked into the mud and walked over before they get their chance.
[ A world where only the established families can succeed sounds awful, and like it deserves to run out. Xue Yang might have a huge chip on his shoulder though.
He puts some spiritual energy into the talisman, and when Xue Yang lets go of it it floats in place in the air accordingly. ]
You said this reacts to malice?
[ And then comes a trick that's distinctly not normal for cultivators, though given that Wei Wuxian is here, it's not unique to Xue Yang either. Pulling from the overwhelming presence of unsettled spirits and unmoored souls in the hotel that pervades even spaces like this, he gathers and channels a small amount of resentful energy and concentrates it around the talisman to see if it responds.
It's precisely because he doesn't know what it's going to do that he's not holding it while he tries this. He's already memorized it, so even if it destroys itself in the reaction, that's fine. ]
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Xue Yang isn't holding back, and seems perfectly willing to get off like this if he has to. At this level of desperation he's not picky, nor does he care about something like his dignity. He has stimulation from another person, and even if it would be him rutting himself to climax, it's fine as long as he gets said climax.
A pleased groan even makes its way out, as if punctuating the sentiment that this is sufficient gratification whether or not anything more intense might actually be offered. ]
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[He enjoys dangling the promise of fulfillment over Xue Yang just a little longer, but he does actually intend to keep up his end of the deal- and so on one of those straining fucks upwards, as Xue Yang's strength is flagging, Matoba presses his hips back to his grind and guides the man's cock against him with one hand, letting the head breach with a slow breath and then sink deeper, deeper inside.]
[Lash flutters, lips part, but Matoba keeps an intent gaze on the other man's face as he allows him inward and then hilts knelt against his lap. His hips still rock subtly, even filled, threading and working himself over the intrusion. It's clear enough, from how easily he takes him, that Matoba's body is already accustomed to being fucked from his time in the resort.]
Take what you want, then. [He offers, planting a hand against Xue Yang's flushed sternum to steady himself, and continuing to grind and rock over him- deep, but not quite the friction and thrust he might need.] If you can.
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The ease with which his body swallows Xue Yang's cock doesn't go unnoticed. If this guy isn't a longer-term resident of this place, then he must have had a related profession beforehand. Not that Xue Yang expected otherwise when the very proposition began with a discussion of Game 52.
He doesn't need to be told twice--he didn't even really need to be told once, and is back to his previous motions almost immediately. Xue Yang fucks up into that ass with all the strength and enthusiasm he can muster at this point. He grunts slightly with each thrust, muscles occasionally giving a quiver as if in protest, but despite it he manages to keep going.
He might not have the strength and speed he normally does, but even still it doesn't take long before his breathing gets more shallow and his thrusts less steady as his eagerly-sought orgasm approaches. Under more normal circumstances he'd manage to last longer, but normal this is not. ]
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[Even struggling, the man under him fucks like his life depends on it (it does), and Matoba rewards it by moving over him to encourage even more- letting him set the pace, he rests his weight on the hand against Xue Yang's chest and grips himself in the other, stroking in time. Lashes lower and flutter, lips hang parted in breaths, watching the other man's face and his desperate movements, the sweat-drenched quality of his skin, all the effort in flexing muscles. He may not last the longest, but Matoba has no complaints, satisfied alone by the sight of Xue Yang diving headlong into fucking him.]
[Though he was not normally a fan of taking a load, circumstances are what they are- he could just abandon him before he comes, lift his hips and deny the satisfaction of emptying inside, but he doesn't. It's rewarding good work; it's a strange form of empathy, allowing completion for a man who desperately needs it. Matoba presses his hips down against the other as he comes, and winds the tension in his own body as the jerks over his cock become more hurried.]
[It isn't too long, just a few moments more, until he spills over Xue Yang's chest and stomach with a quiet shudder of breath, rocking against his hips and squeezing around his spent cock.]
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His first thought is if there's something he can extract from the ejaculate to experiment with. Maybe as an antidote, maybe as its own toxin.
Xue Yang is still as his body sorts itself out, letting himself experience it all the way through. Once it settles his grip on Matoba's hips tightens, this time with some of his actual strength, much more than he gripped with before. He may have just come but with the poison cleared he has more than enough power to reverse their positions in an instant. He all but drags the man to the ground and rolls on top of him, not even needing to separate their hips in the process. He reaches up to try to brush Matoba's hair to the side, not to touch the seal itself but in an attempt to get an unobscured look at it now that he can focus on it. ]
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[It is fairly second nature now, then, for Matoba to feel that rush and react to it with his body. While haraiya may not specialize in cultivation, you don't survive the business without learning to control your power at least a little bit, lest you fall to the influence of malice yourself. Xue Yang, with his far greater experience, might be able to feel it- a somewhat clumsy-by-comparison flood of counteracting purifying energy that centers in Matoba's navel. The specialty of haraiya is manipulating what surrounds them, not what is inside of them, but it serves its purpose.]
[They are both feeling through their afterglow in different ways, but before Matoba can do any questioning about that, he's being toppled. The unexpected movement catches him just off-guard enough, but he also wouldn't be alive without the ability to react to sudden attacks, and Xue Yang's reaching hand is gripped hard by the wrist just millimeters before his fingertips can reach towards, Matoba is presuming, his eye.]
Unwise, [He warns silkily, breathless from the mix of sex and breakneck movement. His other hand is raised, two fingers to his chest, in a prayer position- ready to focus that power, if need be.]
[He has sensed power from this man since he came across him, but it was fluctuating so wildly that he couldn't quite put his finger on the source. It has stabilized now, but he still can't determine whether he is human. Best to consider him an enemy.] And ungrateful. Don't you think?
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Xue Yang doesn't fight back or struggle to overcome the grip. He doesn't actually need to get what he wants by force; he's simply impatient when he doesn't think there's a reason to wait. ]
Show me the seal. [ His voice comes out much easier now that he's not struggling with the poison. He doesn't bother to hide the eagerness from his tone. ] What principles does it use? Did you design it?
[ The move was indeed unwise, but possibly surprisingly, Xue Yang is not ungrateful. He's not so brutish that he fails to recognize when someone helped him, and didn't actually have any intention to repay kindness with malice. But there's no way his action wouldn't be mistaken for something else unless he'd actually had the chance to follow through, and anyone with a lick of self-preservation would have tried to stop him before he got to that point. Thus, here they are. ]
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Oh, is that all?
[Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending how you look at them), Matoba understands this sort of bluntness. All spellcasters were strange, but Seiji himself was said to be among the most unorthodox, even for the Matoba clan. And thus, he understands a fellow soul piqued by inquisitiveness, reaching for the most direct route to pursue something he wants.]
[His grip remains on Xue Yang's wrist, but he releases his hand seal. The built up tension dissipates slightly, and instead he uses that hand to pat gingerly against the man's navel, where he's still balls-deep inside of Matoba.]
Pull out, and we can discuss business as much as you like.
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He doesn't say it, his curiosity still winning out.
His hips shift as he moves, giving himself enough room to pull back and slide his cock out of the body beneath him. He even pulls his hand back, now that it seems likely he won't need to move that hair himself to get at his goal. He doesn't change their positions much otherwise though, still leaning forward over him as if pinning him down, faces not too far separated. ]
There. Now let's see it.
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[Freed from being pinned at the hip at least, Matoba feels the slow pulse of semen dripping from his hole and shudders a slow breath out as it relaxes. If Xue Yang was still interested in whatever the hell was going on with his ejaculate, well, there goes his chance smearing over the grass--]
[Fearlessly, Matoba plants a hand on his looming chest and gives a shove backwards, scooting back so that he can sit up properly. He's plenty willing to talk; that doesn't mean that he isn't going to enforce guardrails and basic decorum. This is business.]
I am the exorcist Matoba, [He explains, drawing his bangs back slightly to show the spell. Across the paper covering, a bullseye-like script had been painted, its centerpoint over his right eye. After a moment to let it show, he drops them again, appraising this man. It's obvious he has power, and seems to be familiar with magic, but for a moment he isn't sure what words or terms will be understood.] ...A spellcaster from the east, [He finally settles on.] I specialize in the extermination of malicious spirits. Have you any familiarity with harae?
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When he finally gets a good look at the center and the rest of it, there's no missing the way his eyes narrow and his grin gives way to a slight frown of concentration. That... was not at all what he was expecting the center of it to look like. Does that work? It seems like it must work, or Matoba wouldn't continue to wear it. But despite having a vaguely similar structure to what Xue Yang knows, the part of the design that he would expect to be the primary actor is nearly blank. Like building a shed to keep out the weather, but not adding any walls and leaving the roof only partially thatched.
If he's from the east, does he mean Dongying? Xue Yang has only the most cursory knowledge of their techniques. They're heavily into spirit worship, right? He remembers that part. Is that why the seal is structured like that? ]
Yeah, of course.
[ Fu, the auto-translation helpfully interprets the term as for him. Cleansing rituals, not the sort he did regularly as someone entrenched in demonic cultivation but the kind of things that the Jin Sect made sure all their disciples knew how to perform. For any cultivator, it's one of the most basic practices. ]
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This seal is a last-resort safety measure. I have inherited a curse passed down within my clan- a monster which seeks to devour my right eye.
Although it is quite powerful, and there is little that can actually repel it... [Speaking of that monster... Matoba clicks his tongue. Not too long now.] ...In any case, the seal script that you see here is something like an adapted form of the native language of the spirits in my country.
[Gazing at the other man, Matoba lets his senses feel him out more carefully. There was something a bit familiar about him- familiar to something else he has been in contact with recently. It felt like...] ...I suppose it would all be foreign to you. Are you perhaps a practitioner of cultivation?
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At the mention of cultivation, his attention shifts. ]
You know about cultivators? [ He thought that Dongying wasn't supposed to have any--ah. ] Oh, you probably met someone here.
[ There's been a few around this place in the past, and right now he knows of two aside from himself. It's not unreasonable that Matoba could have met one of them previously. ]
Yeah, more or less. I don't focus on the orthodox stuff as much though; those people are all self-righteous assholes.
[ As opposed to Xue Yang, who is clearly a very pleasant and agreeable person. ]
So how does it work?
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[A monster that is obsessed with eyes, and eye-like imagery; the curse of a clan born from marksmen. Without knowing that, the bullseye-like manipulation of Matoba's eyepatch or other "charms" would mean little.]
I have, [Matoba agrees- although he's going to conveniently just. not bring them up yet. He'd like to hear it from this man's mouth first, so that he knows how to delicately navigate their internal politics. "Self-righteous assholes"- that says enough on its own.] I'm also aware of it from various historical materials owned by my clan. Such skills caught the interest of the early lords in my country, and were imported and modified to suit local needs. However, its golden age was something of a court fancy... When the lords ceased to hold power, eventually so did the families who practiced for them. We exorcists, who peddled our business among both lords and commoners alike, survived and inherited much of their research, and adapted what we could use for ourselves.
I am interested in anything that can be used. [The prerogative of those who still have power is to use it. Matoba's face, although neutral and polite on the surface, ripples with momentary distaste as his mouth curls.] Though personally, I'm not much a fan of parlor tricks and divinations.
[That makes two of them, then.]
As to how it "works", huh.... [He wonders how to explain.] ...Spirits and gods are selfish, fickle creatures. Repelling or invoking them is a matter of careful negotiation. You could say that the intent of our magic is, at its core, "negotiation".
...Do the spirits of your country not concern themselves with such things? [Are cultivators even capable of negotiating with spirits? He finds that he does not know whether they all even have Sight as a matter of course. Wei Wuxian, for his part, seemed to have an aptitude for it, but given his... physical state, that's just as likely the culprit.]
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If you call on spirits for anything, you use the spirits of your ancestors. It's that whole thing where you're supposed to honor them and in return they're supposed to protect you. You already have a deal set up.
[ Part of the blasphemy of demonic cultivation is breaking that agreement: using spirits you don't have any filial connection to. It's not as flashy as the techniques that actively disrupt the afterlife of the dead so it's not what people tend to rage about the most, but it's there too.
This isn't about his own circumstances though, so he doesn't add the information. ]
Anything else you have a problem with gets subjugated by force.
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[How gauche! But he doesn't think they're referring to the same things. Hmm.]
Although, I don't disagree with the latter. At least, that is the stance of the Matoba clan. If a monster is too weak to use, or too strong to control, it does not need to exist.
[What he's conveniently not going to mention though, is that the monster he mentioned that is after his right eye is also why the Matoba can't make any willing contracts with spirits: because it is the mark of shame they carry for the crime of betraying an ayakashi's contract, the highest crime to spirits who are obsessed with their strange customs of loyalty. And, for a family of exorcists, the greatest sin.]
[But much like demonic cultivators, they have found plenty of their own ways to hold onto power.]
May I ask what techniques cultivators use in the subjugation of monsters?
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It's cultivation, you know, as in cultivating your body and spirit. [ Except he probably doesn't know-- ] Breathing techniques to build spiritual energy. Then physical exercises to make use of it, and those lead to martial arts. Train those, and suppress your enemies with them.
[ Which as a process explains why Xue Yang is unnaturally physically strong, and also why the use of spirits was presented as an "if" and not a "when", even if his actual attempt at an explanation is... sparse. ]
Do you only use spirits?
[ (He does not yet know that Wei Wuxian was basically doing exactly that himself.) ]
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[Of course, Matoba was aware that the power of qigong lay in the physical expression of it, but what had manifested in onmyouji interpretations of the same studies came to be a completely different form- of spellcasting, of divinations using the same principles. None of that interpretation had come originally from the mainland?]
[The answer to Xue Yang's question is- complicated, though Matoba's mouth quirks upward in a private amusement. It'd be best not to tip his hand to a man he can't trust yet.]
Not only, [He admits,] But we are a little unique in that regard. The open carrying of weapons is no longer very common in my time.
[After another moment's thought, Matoba turns and gestures to his clothes, left in a heap behind him.] If it is learning of our magic that you are interested in, however, I have better examples.
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[ It's weird to think there's more places out there with no weapons at all though, even having been here for over a year. Xue Yang definitely felt more comfortable when he got a knife, even if he hasn't actually used it to cut anyone else. (Yet.)
His gaze follows the gesture, eyes landing on the pile. He gives a snort of amusement accompanied by a grin, but there's no mistaking the way he focuses in interest. ]
What can you show me?
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[At least, from where he's sitting. While monsters and gods lost power as humans modernized and worship and wars grew thin, so too did the need to pass on techniques and bloodlines that had been forged to combat them. And on that note, Matoba rises to fetch his clothing. He needs to get cleaned up at some point, but he's become unfortunately accustomed to being a little gross for a while until he can get to somewhere in the resort for a shower or a bath from wherever he'd wandered into a sexual encounter. Worth it, he hopes, for this particularly interesting specimen of a man.]
[He shrugs his kimono and haori back on over his shoulders, at least enough to get his arms in the sleeves and the robes hanging over most of his body, and then reaches into one of them. He pulls out an ofuda. Pinched between two fingers, he holds it up for Xue Yang to see: the writing on it was different from that over his eyepatch, but had some similarities, such as the bullseye-like motif painted amongst the line of mixed Japanese and Chinese characters. Or, something like them anyway; some of them were odd, like radicals written on their lonesome, or with added strokes that made no sense. Some of the characters simply looked like unintelligible scribbles.]
Spells such as these are written with an invocation that will react to the presence of malice. Or, "yin", I suppose? You could say that what is written here is essentially like a command to banish or restrict whatever is touched by it. Just this is enough to subjugate the weak ones, but combined with spoken prayer, act as a type of exchange to invoke a stronger spirit.
As an example. [He holds it out for the other man to take.] Do I have it right? Cultivation channels one's spirit through weapons directly? In the case of a spell like this, it is acting as payment. You can think of it that way.
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Matoba takes out the talisman and oh, now that looks like a seal that Xue Yang could decrypt. It would definitely take time--it's obviously a different discipline from his own, and further separated by what's probably the differences in their native tongues--but at least the active parts of it look derived from the same basis.
Once it's offered Xue Yang grabs it eagerly to inspect it, though not without a bit of spiritual energy imbued into his fingertips just in case it's a trick. (He's fully willing to spring a trap to fulfill his curiosity, but that doesn't mean he'll do so without any precautions whatsoever.) His gaze roams the paper, taking in every stroke and every detail with a critical eye. ]
Does it still work here?
[ Will he be able to reproduce it himself without connection to the system that birthed it? ]
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[Why not take advantage of each other? He allows the spell to be grabbed from his fingertips and watches with mild amusement and curiosity as Xue Yang examines it. He wonders how much he can understand what he's looking at. It can't be all that much, he thinks.]
Yes. I have provided a few to Sightless acquaintances for their protection, [He replies mildly,] That is one of the services I offer.
[His grin burgeons, opportunistic. He gets the sense this isn't quite what Xue Yang means, but:] Are you interested?
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[ It's a term Xue Yang isn't familiar with, and he's momentarily distracted from the talisman. He glances Makoto over, his eyes lingering on the spell covering his eye, before he looks back to the talisman. ]
I don't need protection. I can make the ghosts here fuck off myself, and I don't need talismans for it either.
[ Except for the ones that are actually possessing objects, like the paintings in the elevators. Those are surprisingly rooted, more so than he'd ever expect to see back in his own world for someone still in possession of their sense of self. ]
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Those who lack the power to perceive spirits and magic, [Matoba helpfully supplies.] To be able to gather and diffuse spiritual energy as in cultivation is a skill, but it is like any physical task; anyone can do it with enough training. Monks, martial artists, the priesthood. It is not the same as the talent to interact with that world. You either have it, or you do not.
[His eye narrows, appraising.] Hum... I do not know how it is in your traditions, but there is much value in preserving the strength of such abilities by blood. It is rarer and rarer to find talent born into the world by chance, and the families whose power has run thin and run out grows every generation.
But I'm glad that you are so self-sufficient. [A wide smile is offered to Xue Yang- though he'd be forgiven for not taking it at face value.] Strength is strength, whatever form it may take. We all have our use.
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Ah. Yeah, cultivator clans try to marry each other and keep themselves strong and all that shit. But they're not the only ones with talent. If anything, they get to be strong because they've already been strong, and anyone who isn't born into that bullshit is kicked into the mud and walked over before they get their chance.
[ A world where only the established families can succeed sounds awful, and like it deserves to run out. Xue Yang might have a huge chip on his shoulder though.
He puts some spiritual energy into the talisman, and when Xue Yang lets go of it it floats in place in the air accordingly. ]
You said this reacts to malice?
[ And then comes a trick that's distinctly not normal for cultivators, though given that Wei Wuxian is here, it's not unique to Xue Yang either. Pulling from the overwhelming presence of unsettled spirits and unmoored souls in the hotel that pervades even spaces like this, he gathers and channels a small amount of resentful energy and concentrates it around the talisman to see if it responds.
It's precisely because he doesn't know what it's going to do that he's not holding it while he tries this. He's already memorized it, so even if it destroys itself in the reaction, that's fine. ]
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