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TDM 010: PARTNER UP, PARTNER

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. Laid Bare Basics

There is a new addition to the scenery at the beach, and everyone is welcome! Especially new arrivals, who will be ushered to the recently-established Laid Bare Spa, where (provided they don't slip away from the bots' helpful grasp) their uncomfortably wet, sandy clothing will be stripped away and they will be lovingly pampered by the cold metal hands of the resident robots. Long-time Islanders and newbies alike are welcome to enjoy such amenities as hot and cold baths, sauna rooms, scrub-downs, thorough whippings with birch brooms, skin treatments, massage and energy work, and more! All rooms are thoughtfully decorated with tasteful murals of naked and disrobing bodies.

Maybe you'll see someone you recognize?! (Maybe you'll see... you?)

Islanders who happen to find their clothing mysteriously missing are welcome to borrow a Laid Bare branded towel to cover up with on their way home.

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II. Tattoo to You, Too

The Augur understands that sometimes, it's difficult to find a partner to indulge you in those favorite Auspicious Acts - especially for new arrivals, but surely even long-time residents could benefit from a little assistance now and then. That is why ever-benevolent entity has gifted Her precious Islanders with tattoos which feature their most secret, urgent, and/or shameful of desires! (Even if that desire is to simply complete a Bingo.)

The tattoo may be a picture or a word, and it can appear anywhere on the body. At first it is pleasantly warm to the touch, like a soft glow of light on your skin. It soon becomes apparent - through either robot advice or a notification on your communication device - that your task is to find a match for your tattoo and complete the depicted act with that person. The longer one goes without completing the act, the more the tattoo seems to heat up, until it feels like it is burning into your skin.

Take too long, and the tattoo may become permanent. Otherwise, the tattoo will fade within hours of completing the Auspicious Act.

[ For TDMers: feel free to select any favorite kink for this prompt! If you complete a kink that doesn't appear on your card, you may switch one square for the completed kink. For current players: by participating on (tagging into) this TDM, you may switch one kink into your card (it must be the kink in the toplevel prompt you responded to). ]

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III. Creepy Crawly Caterpillar Crawl

Are you on the hunt for credits? Then have the robots got a task for you! The 'bots of the Nameless Island are recruiting Islanders to go bug collecting in the caves, crevices, and hollowed-out logs of the wilderness. The quarry? The (shudder - literally, the robots will shudder) doom-summoning harbinger bug. They describe these creepy creatures as fat, fuzzy, and rainbow-colored, with long, fluffy antennae that look like rabbit's ears.

The robots describe these critters as so dangerous that Islanders should only hunt them in pairs. Should your team return successful, you both will be rewarded very handsomely for every caterpillar caught!

The bugs are typically very docile and seem to enjoy soft pets, judging by the cooing and squeaking noises they make (especially to scritches behind their "ears"). Poke or disturb them however, and they may bite! Body parts bitten by angry caterpillars will swell up cartoonishly, and can only be treated by having someone else suck the venom out. Good thing you're traveling with a partner!

The 'bots strongly recommend against keeping these little buggies as pets, but they're not your dad.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Now comes the problem. Introducing himself with his real name was a no go and the alternative he used didn't usually endear people to him. Well, whatever, it's just something to call him.

"Assassin," he said as he reluctantly shook his hand. Izō wasn't a fan of most western customs like that, but not being rude to someone he might or might not be about to sleep with felt more important right now.

"Ain't seen ya 'round before...Ya jus' get dumped here?"

Shaun resisted the urge to laugh. Assassin? What a terribly dramatic name.

"Oh dear, did they finally send someone after me?" Shaun chuckled to himself and then shook his head. "Sorry, I don't mean to offend. I've never met someone with the name Assassin before."

He was, apparently, supposed to sleep with this man so he should be nicer. "Yes, just recently. I came here to clean all the ocean water off and my lovely massage was interrupted by these words appearing on my arm."

He tilted his head and considered the man. "Perhaps you would like to pick up where the attendant left off?"

"Ya never woulda seen me if I was after ya," he growled. Someone's a little bit sensitive when it came to anyone teasing him, no matter how slight. At least he didn't have his swords on him or a physical threat might have come along with it.

His annoyance passed quickly at least, soothed by his quick apology.

"I ain't much of a masseuse, but...If that's what ya want."

Already eager to please, this one.

Luckily, it was difficult to offend Shaun. The growl made him chuckle. He's survived assassins before. His confidence was quite high that even with this man he would have a fairly good chance of survival.

"Well, I assumed you approached because you'd like to get rid of that tattoo," he explained rather calmly. "We could start with a massage where you could show me how talented those dangerous hands are."

Certainly that would make it easy to praise the man and lead into something else. "Though, perhaps there's another talent you'd like to show me?"

Okay, Shaun was saying just the right things to stay on his good side. Izō perked up with grin. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Well...Let's start with th' massage. I'll show ya somethin' else when you're nice 'n relaxed."

He didn't want to show his hand, so to speak. His mouth was good for something besides sharp remarks, though.

There, that was much more amenable. A little rocky start hadn't slowed things down. He offered Assassin his arm if the other man wanted to take it and then led him towards the massage rooms.

He dismissed the warforge attendant, closed the door for a little privacy, and without an ounce of shame removed his towel. Shaun let Assassin get a look as he carefully folded the towel and put it to the side.

"I believe there are some nice massage oils on the shelf there," he said as he climbed onto the table and laid down on his stomach. "I like the scent of cinnamon."

He definitely took a moment to look him over. Respectfully. Izō returned the favor by stripping down to just his fundoshi. His body was well-muscled beneath the layers of cloth, honed for the type of work he did, and not at all as scrawny as one would have thought.

As moderately annoyed as he was about getting ordered around (that's how he saw it, anyway), he still did as he was told. There were a few oils to choose from, so he actually took his time to pick one. Something made him want to please Shaun to the best of his ability. Oil in hand, he returned to his side.

"Do ya now?"

An idle remark as he drizzled the oil on his back and shoulder. He set the bottle aside for the moment and set to work. His hands weren't exactly the most skillful in this arena, but it didn't mean he was necessarily bad at it -- letting himself get this close to people was simply not something he did often. Izō kept the pressure even and never lingered in one spot too long, focusing on any tensions or knots he came across.

"Th' hell kinda work d'ya do, anyway?"

It wasn't the best massage but that wasn't the point of the exercise. It was to let Assassin get comfortable with touching him and perhaps build his confidence, his enjoyment, his want for more. Being compelled to another was never something Shaun considered as enjoyable.

He wants to make this as enjoyable as much as possible for both of them. And those hands have a little talented. He rather likes the work roughed hands against his skin and the clear strength behind those arms.

"I'm a business man," he explained, turning his head to watch Assassin from the corner of his eye. "I sell magical items, potions, and anything else a brave adventurer might need. At a fair price, of course."

Slow and methodical, he continued to to work downward. Keeping his mind focused on the task kept him from thinking too much about the mild discomfort this kind of intimacy brought him. It's so much easier when it's quick and rough. No time for feelings or considering what's happening, just a mixture of pleasure and pain.

This wasn't as tough for him to get through as he thought it would be, at least. Despite mild discomfort at this sort of intimacy, he's definitely getting turned on -- his state of undress made that crystal clear. Down the curve of his lower back and over his ass, Assassin's hands linger there longer than strictly necessary before moving to rub his inner thighs.

"Well, ya already know what I do...But don't worry, I ain't th' kinda guy t' stab someone in th' back. Unless I'm bein' paid for it."

His grin said that Shaun had nothing to fear from him -- mostly because Assassin is unarmed. Sure, he could kill someone with his bare hands, but he preferred to use his swords.

"Oh, I'm sure you're very talented at that to have it as your name," Shaun drawls lazily, clearly much more relaxed with the situation than the other man. As those hands stroke along his thighs he spreads them a little, allowing Assassin's hands access to more sensitive parts of his skin.

"Already, I can tell you're very good with your hands." He grins, warm with promise. "And I can't help but wonder what else you're good at."

Shaun is rather turned on himself but it's hidden by the table. It'll be quite obvious when Assassin asks him to turn over.

But he likes building the suspense and tension, to tease it out. Assassin is earning his praise though. Quiet easily.

The praise really does wonders to encourage him further. He gets more adventurous in his exploration, less cautious as he strokes his inner thighs with the pads of his fingers. As much as he's enjoying this, though, he wants to see more, wants to please him in other ways.

"Roll over for me."

Because he wants to get his hands on his cock already. Patience is not his strong suit.

Perhaps if the tattoo was not so annoying Shaun would drag this out. He did so love to tease his lovers, even a simple dalliance to burn off sexual energy. Assassin's impatience amuses him but that will have to be played with another day, maybe.

He shifts over to his side, resting an arm on his hip for a moment so that Assassin can admire him. His cock his flush, resting gently against his thigh, is a rather impressive sigh. Shaun has the ego he does for a reason.

He lets Assassin finish admiring before he finishes rolling over and rests on his back. He folds an arm behind his head and settles in. "Show me what you have in mind, darling."

Forcing Assassin to have patience is fun for everyone that isn't him. He gets easily frustrated and gives into whatever's asked of him if he's denied long enough. Some other time, though -- there's a greater purpose than pleasure right now.

He does take a moment to admire him, every part of him...Ah, that's all he was hoping for and more. Just the sight of his cock is enough to practically make his mouth water. Given permission, he starts off by grasping his shaft, stroking him slowly.

"I wanna get a feel for ya first...An' I like what I'm feelin' already."

Shaun groaned softly and bit his lower lip for a second before he relaxed into the touch. Those rough hands were perfect along the length of his cock. He let Assassin explore, enjoying the touch that was careful, learning but...

"Darling, a little tighter please," he said after a few minutes. "I like it a little tighter."

Exploration was fun and all but well, he wanted more pleasure as well. "That's better. Very good, darling." He closed his eyes and lazily rolled his hips into his grip.

Assassin is nothing if not obedient for once; the mixture of praise and direction do wonders to keep him from being a brat. It helps that he's nice and turned on himself. Shaun's reactions certainly help everything along.

He firms up his grip, speeds up his strokes before leaning down. It's too much to help himself, plus he'd been told to show him what he had in mind, right? What better way to make it clearer than to press a kiss to the head of his cock and follow it up with a teasing lick? His hand never stills as he teases him with his mouth.

Before going any further, Assassin looks up at him in a wordless plea for permission. This is probably the longest he's been quiet in his second life -- Shaun deserves praise for managing that, too.

It was always gratifying to see a lover in this state, so eager to please, and happy about it. Shaun reached out and ran his fingers through Assassin's hair petting him gently massaging his scalp.

"Oh, I see what you want," he chuckled warmly and with just a bit of force pulled Assassin's mouth away from his cock. "And you've been so good to me already, the massage and well, how clever your hands are. Go ahead, darling. You've earned it."

He released Assassin's hair and laid back to let him go straight to his cock as eagerly as he wanted.

He wouldn't have minded more force than that, really. Even the lighter touch is enough to draw a groan out of him. He's used to being manhandled by most of his lovers and has even come to enjoy it. Regardless of that, permission has been granted and more praise given, there's no more need to wait.

Assassin flashes him a brief smile before settling back into position. His lips part, breath hot against him, and he takes the head of his cock into his mouth. His impatience to pleasure Shaun doesn't mean he's sloppy, though. He keeps his tongue moving against the underside as he sucks, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm while stroking what isn't in his mouth.

They are strangers and Shaun wasn't fully aware of Assassin's boundaries or desires. He did make a note of how he moaned at being handled a little roughly. He would remember that. It was something to play with a little bit.

"Oh, you are good." Shaun props himself up on an arm to watch. Assassin is very pretty and very talented. He groans as he takes him deeper, building to a steady, wonderful rhythm.

Of course, a little direction isn't bad. He tangles his fingers in Assassin's hair again and uses the grip to guide his rhythm. "Like this, that's it. Very good. Just like this."

He's...well, he's never had anyone guide him quite like that before. Take total control and fuck his face? Sure, but this is an entirely different experience. His gaze flicks upward to look at Shaun quizzically for a moment before he takes the guidance. He adjusts his pace as he keeps up the intensity.

All of this is doing wonders at getting Izō worked up, too. If he wasn't bracing his free hand against the table, he'd be touching himself. Even with his fundoshi still on, it's impossible not to see how hard he is right now.

"Oh, darling, if there's something you want ask," he says as pushes his hair back a little more, trying to meet those rather intense eyes. "Tell me. It's alright to pause a little bit."

He could see his arousal and yet the other man didn't do anything. He kept tending to Shaun's cock like it was his purpose in life. A beautiful, pleasurable purpose.

"You want to be good, don't you?" He rolls his hips slightly. "Tell me what you need and we'll see if I'll give it to you. If you've been good enough for what you want."

This kind of treatment might piss him off any other time; right now, it scratches an itch he didn't know he had. Izō pulls off of his dick with a wet pop and rests his head on his thigh, still stroking him.

"I wanna get fucked by ya...I wanna feel your cock inside'a me. Did I do good enough for that?"

It feels demeaning to almost beg for it, yet not enough to keep him from doing it.

Shaun sat up, cupped Assassin's face in his hands, and pulled him up for a deep, thorough kiss. He brushed his thumb across his lower lip when he pulled back, smiling warmly. "Oh, yes, yes, that's very good."

He slid to his feet and put himself behind Assassin, bending him over the table. Shaun pressed against his back and trailed kisses along the back of his neck. "I'm going to get some oil. You take off this for me. Such a good darling."

He tugged at the clothes still on and then moved away. This place had all sorts of oils but Shaun was teasing again, letting him wait a little bit while he picked just the right one.

Shaun could ask him to kill someone right now and he'd do it, no questions asked. That's how well praising him like this works: tell him sincerely (or sincerely enough for him to believe it) that he's a good boy and he'll behave perfectly. No fussing, no fighting, just a genuine urge to please.

Izō stays bent over as he reaches back to loosen one end of his fundoshi, pulling it free to leave him completely nude. It's quite apparent just how aroused he is from lavishing attention on Shaun. A sheen of pre glistens on the head of his cock with more flowing from the slit.

He widens his stance with a needy noise, his lower back curved to push his ass out further.

"Don't keep me waitin' too long..."

"I wouldn't dream of it but I will take a moment to admire..." Shaun stands back to admire. He's quite beautiful. Strong too. There's a fighter here in this man and a story but they're not here for Shaun's curiosity. He'll have to wonder later.

He runs his hand up Assassin's back when he returns and leans forward to press another kiss against the back of his neck. "You didn't tell me you were this lovely. Look at you."

He runs his hand along Assassin's back and side, over his hip and then wraps his hand around his cock stroking slowly to get a feel for it. "Beautiful. I would have liked to spend more time with it. But..."

He presses another kiss against Assassin's shoulder before he opens the oil he selected and pours it between his asscheeks. "I made you a promise, didn't I?"

He's quite reactive to touch, shifting beneath it or, in the case of the hand on his cock, bucking into it. Maybe it's been a bit too long since he's indulged in gentler touch like this...He can't say he minds it.

"Mm...Some other time, maybe," he murmurs, "ya keep your promises well enough...Makes a guy wanna come back t' ya."

Assassin buries his face into his crossed arms to hide the flush across his cheeks at the attention. It's good, it's wonderful, even, exactly what he wants, but at the same time it's almost too much to the point of being overwhelming. He's practically shaking in anticipation of what's to come.

00. Arrival

I. Laid Bare Basics

II. Tattoo to You, Too

III. Creepy Crawly Caterpillar Crawl

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