TDM 010: PARTNER UP, PARTNER

[erkumods]

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. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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). ] ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[swordthot]

He just lets it happen, his mind busy with all of the horrible painful ways he could die from this. Not how he wanted to go out. He always thought he'd live and die by the blade, not a stupid plant.

It doesn't actually hurt to remove, mostly uncomfortable. He winces but otherwise the area is numb. The rest of him, however is heating up, oversensitive and prickling with intensity.

"It... feels strange. Everything is fuzzy, and too busy. Uhg-" Only then does he realize he has an almost painful erection. Probably a side effect but it doesn't help matters. He squeezes his legs together and groans. "Great."

[deduety]

"It appears to be a bit inflamed. We should find you supplies to clean the wound and keep an eye on--"

There's a pause as he watches Felix. The way he squirms and reacts. Considering how this island had been described by those little machines, is it really possible...?

Dedue considers for a moment, then sighs. "Let me carry you. More movement will cause the venom to circulate more, which we will want to avoid."

And he will do everything in his power to ignore the boner.

[swordthot]

Felix is also desperately trying to ignore the boner. He wants to tell Dedue to shove off, that he's fine on his own. He's not though. His knees feel weak and every movement creates little zaps of sensation that all end up going straight to his groin.

"Fine." He hisses. This is humiliating. This is so humiliating. How could he have been so careless? Stupid. In front of Dedue, too. Not that he cares what the man thinks of him, he certainly doesn't, but there's the twinge of irritation he feels for being clearly in the wrong in front of someone he's previously quarreled with.

[deduety]

"Think of something unpleasant." That's Dedue's best suggestion before he suddenly hauls Felix into his arms as if he were a dainty maiden. While it does unfortunately make him see the offending tent in his trousers, Dedue keeps his chin up and decides to just look at the horizon instead as he goes to march through the foliage.

He is determined to not look down and he will absolutely not look down.

[swordthot]

"Trust me, there is nothing I could possibly think of that is more unpleasant than this." That doesn't stop him from feeling nearly feral about the feeling of being lifted like this though. It's almost worse like this. The contact makes him feel hot in the worst possible way.

"Dedue..." He groans, squirming, trying to get comfortable. "Fuh- put me down. I can't do this. Just. Shit- just leave me- ah!" Oh it's getting worse by the second. He does not enjoy the way he's feeling absolutely ravenous, and directed at Dedue of all people.

[deduety]

Regardless of how Dedue feels, he doesn't value putting Felix in pain or discomfort. So, when he hears the groan of his name, he stops immediately. Slowly, he kneels down, letting Felix slip gently from his arms.

"I dislike to say this, but considering what we have been informed, there may very well be a singular purpose to that venom." Dedue still distinctly is Not Staring. "I can leave you in privacy, but I will not stray far."

[swordthot]

"Uhg." He hates that Dedue is probably right. Why does he have to be right. At the very least, he is no longer being carried. He just lays there on the ground for a moment, pondering the situation he's in.

"Great." He mutters, giving Dedue a wave as an affirmative that he can leave him be for the moment. The implication is that he's supposed to get himself off, maybe that will somehow stop this, or maybe it will just make it worse, who knows?

[deduety]

Well. Anyway.

Dedue stands up, turning around sharply, showing only his back to Felix.

"Take your time." That's his encouragement of the moment before he steps a few feet away to give Felix is space.

[swordthot]

"I hate this place." He mutters under his breath but as Dedue steps away, he decices there's really no point in beating around the bush. That'd be a waste. If he can get it done quickly, that's better.

Sitting up on his knees, he tries his very best to empty his head try to think of nothing and focus on the feeling of his own hand as he unbuckles and goes to work on himself. Focus. Just focus on sensation. Nothing else. Don't think of anything or anyone. Thankfully, due to whatever toxin was running around his veins right now, it doesn't take him very long to finish, and he's left panting into the brush for a second before the dawning horror hits him.

"It's not. Going away. It's not going away! Why isn't it going away?!"

[deduety]

Well. This is it. They're on Sex Island, Felix has sex venom in him and evidently can't manage to masturbate it away. This is the situation that Dedue regrettably must face right now.

He sighs, starting to unbuckle his gauntlets. This is almost as bad as war.

"It is entirely possible that you may need assistance. It is not simply defined as self pleasure, but rather finding pleasure with another person."

[swordthot]

Deep down, he knows. He knows Dedue is right, and that annoys him already, but the reality of the situation slowly washes over him, and he just sinks his head into his hands.

"I don't want you to be correct. I will do anything for you not to be correct." The last thing he ever thought he'd be doing was letting Dedue put his hands anywhere near that. Unfortunately, the poison in his blood has other plans, and it makes him far less opposed to the idea. Normally it would be a hard no...

"I think you're correct." He finally relents, miserable. "You're not seriously considering..."

[deduety]

The plating on his torso is removed and set aside. He wouldn't demand anyone lean on it and expect to be comfortable, after all. He lets the armor plop into the grass, and then he approaches Felix.

"I offer you my hands. Nothing more. You do not have to accept. I would not force you."

[swordthot]

Silence. Long, painful silence. He does have a choice. He knows he does, but the damned poison has him feeling oddly relaxed outside of the absolute raging hormones it seems to have activated.

"Dedue." He sighs, looking absolutely miserable. At least Dedue is the least likely to spread rumors or actually tell anyone. Maybe Dimitri. God damn it he tells Dimitri everything. "Speak not a word of this."

[deduety]

"Of course not."

Not that he doesn't blame Felix for needing that confirmation. In any case, Dedue settles himself down behind Felix, easily towering over the other man's slighter form. He places his hands onto Felix's hip's, encouraging him to get comfortable against Dedue's larger body.

"Tell me to stop if you need me to."

With one hand, he slides it toward the front, pausing a moment before he slides his palm lightly over the base of Felix's cock.

[swordthot]

He squeezes his eyes shut as his back settles against Dedue's large frame. It's probably the damned poison, but he smells so nice. Unidentifiable spices. Felix just makes a sound of confirmation.

The first touch makes him jump a little, surprised at how sensitive he is. At least it would make things quick, he hopes.

[deduety]

For as much as he and Felix don't get along, he has no intention of making any of this unpleasant. Instead, he moves his hand away for just a second in order to lick his palm, give it a bit more slickness to make this pleasant. He's well aware of how callused his hands are.

Then he reaches back down, taking Felix a bit more firmly into his hold, giving him a slow stroke before lightly thumbing at the tip, smearing precome before stroking back down to the base. Just an easygoing pace for now, let Felix just. Relax into it.

And all the while, Dedue remains completely silent, not wanting to jar him. Anything to make this easier.

[swordthot]

That feels so much better than it has any right to. He's so sensitive right now it's still overwhelming, as gentle as Dedue is being. He can't keep in the soft moan that slips out, hating himself for it.

Instead of risking eye-contact (Goddess forbid), he elects to bury his face in Dedue's other arm, boots scraping the leaf litter as his legs want to push him back into the larger man. He can feel himself shaking, desperately wanting to hold in any other sounds.