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TDM 012: SLINGING IN THE RAIN

00. Arrival

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. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed!

Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. 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 place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING

Erku's new arrivals may not be the only residents left dripping wet. Although the weather on the Island is almost always dreary, clouds begin to multiply and darken over the days before that first arrival, turning ominous shades of purple and blue which may look familiar to Islanders who have been around since Erku's beginnings. Perhaps robots will advise Islanders to fortify their shelters and get ready to accept refugees, and they hope their charges take the warnings to heart! When the rain finally falls, it is a non-stop torrent. Even though the weather is warm, the rain itself chills to the bone.

Shacks and beach tents won't stand up to the downpour for long, and the shabby apartments may leak and flood. New arrivals who aren't handy enough to make quick repairs may be forced to take shelter in the homes of current Island residents, or else huddle together in the 12 rooms of the barracks for the full week that rain falls on the Island. Cats, dogs, and little dragons will also be begging Islanders for a warm place to stay!

Beware of lightning strikes, too, because the skies rumble with thunder throughout the storm. Buildings and residences are frequently damaged by strikes. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and that's very true on Erku - Islanders who are struck by the lightning might find themselves temporarily blessed with god-like super strength.

Such power might not always be a good thing for those who aren't used to wielding it, so please be careful not to damage your friends or property! Islanders may choose to keep their new powers, but a bingo square can be used to wish them away.

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II. A TASTE OF ERKU

In need of shelter and credits? Then the robots have a task for you! Erku's robot population has taken note of how much Islanders seem to love the humble potato, and they want to contribute! Ready as always to please, the robots have filled the hospital cafeteria with mountains of potatoes in every imaginable variety and color: russet, red, gold, purple, chartreuse, sweet, savory, spicy, and so many more! But wait, there's more: they have provided knives, cutting boards, and peelers too, and are eager to see Islanders work their magic in their open cafeteria kitchen! Robots will monitor every dish produced, as they are eager to improve their food replication repertoire.

No worries if you aren't culinarily skilled, however. Islanders will be rewarded in credits for whatever they can contribute, whether it's a gourmet meal or simply a basket of peeled potatoes. Robot-provided potato preparations are also freely available to snack on while you work, though as always, they're liable to be spiked with something to encourage Islanders to get more "friendly" with one another. Of particular note is an invention the 'bots are quite proud of, sure to delight your organic tastebuds: the potato cocktail, which packs quite a punch and - strangely enough - tastes just like a hearty steak dinner?

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III. NOSTALGIA FOODS

Seeking a bit of refuge and some comforting food to warm you up? Signs and flyers are out informing residents of the Straight From Home Special going on right now at the Flashbang diner! Come In For All The House Favorites! For the next few days anyone can walk in and receive a free meal (or two if you’re really nice) from the robot cooks behind the counter!

And it just so happens that they know exactly what you want. You will be served a meal of your favorite foods from home just the way you like them. Did you tell them? No. How did they know? Don’t bother asking, they’ll just say that the Cook Always Knows. The robot waitresses will make sure your drinks are topped up and you have everything you need, just like any hometown diner or pub you may have heard of.

Eating any of the foods will bring out such nostalgia. Feelings of fondness, sadness, longing, anything when you think about the memories of your past and even of recent events. You won’t be able to stop yourself from sharing those thoughts and feelings with those around you. You’ll want to talk about your life, your opinions on the weather, the sex you just had last night and in great detail. The waitresses are listening and so is everyone else nearby.

When you leave the diner you might just have to keep on sharing your thoughts about anything that comes to mind. Walk by someone you think is attractive? You’ll have to tell them. Don’t like someone’s outfit? Definitely have to tell them. Suddenly remembering having sex on the beach? Maybe the person next to you on the trolley won’t mind hearing all about it!

The effects of the nostalgia will last for half a day or until the completion of an auspicious act.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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"As do you, A-Yao." But Guangyao does have an advantage of experience over him even as he commits the words to memory, his hands smoothing back up Guangyao's sides as he tilts his head, offering more of his neck.

"What can I do for you?"

He hummed softly and continued to kiss and nip against his collar. His eyes fluttering up to him as he bit sucked a small mark. It was greedy of him but he had always wanted to do that on his soft skin.

He lapped at it.

"Mmm. Spread your legs for me Xichen, allow me to prepare you. Okay?" He reached out and picked up one of the mysterious fruit, opening it up. The fluid from the fruit dripped down.

"Someone showed me this recently. It works better than oil. Want to taste some? It's really sweet."

"Will it be easier for you if I'm standing rather than sitting?" It's a quiet question, his eyes lingering on the fruit before returning to his face.

"I..okay."

"Maybe stand up, and you can bend over the vanity? We have such a difference in our heights it may be a bit easier. Kick off your pants as well, so we don't get it dirty."

With a finger, he dipped it into the fruit and scooped a little bit onto Xichen's lips. He really was surprised at how good the fruit was for such things. He gave him a soft kiss before stepping away.

He licks Guangyao's fingertip before kissing him back slowly and then moving to his feet, letting his pants settle around his feet. Then it's just a matter of crossing the vanity, his hands resting on the stand.

"Will this work?"

His breath caught at the view of him. He couldn't stop the pounding in his chest. His eyes roamed over his body. He stepped closer and ran his fingers over his smooth back.

"Lan Xichen. Have I ever told you how very breathtaking you are?"

He knelt down behind him and spread his cheeks apart with a hand, placing a small kiss against one of them. The other was coated with the fruit, traced over his entrance.

He still couldn't actually believe this was happening.

Fingers on his skin have him shivering slightly, breath catching in his throat as they slide down, spread him open and his eyes close at the words. "A-Yao..." It's a soft exhale, acknowledgment and then Xichen makes a quiet choked noise at the unfamiliar sensation of a finger touching him there.

But he holds still, keeps himself steady and tries not to clench around that finger when it presses into him finally.

"I-is it too much? Please let me know...I don't wish to cause you any pain." he said softly, ah he pressed gently.

His lips found the small of his back to try and distract him a little bit, planting small soft kisses against his flesh.

he circled his finger around the entrance, easing it in as slowly as he could.

"Does this feel alright?"

"It doesn't hurt A-Yao." He murmurs the words, tone as reassuring as he can manage as Guangyao presses a finger into him. And it doesn't. There's pressure, yes, but he can feel the faint give when his body adjusts to the intrusion and he breathes out slowly.

"You would never hurt me, I know that." And he does, as far as he's aware, his hips shifting slightly, Xichen rolling them back as he turns his head to look back at Guangyao, or what he can see anyway.

"I trust you."

"Xichen"
His hands trembled, the only thing that did betray his emotions. He was glad that Xichen had his back turned to him because he couldn't really control the tears that were threatening to fall.

I broke your trust. You'll be repulsed by me when you know who I am, what I am capable of.

His free hand pressed over the scar on his chest, while the one inside him prodded further, slim digit now buried to the knuckle. He eased out, only to press in a second, scissoring it gently.

His lips pressed against his back again. He hoped the tears didn't spill over.

There's something in the tone that has him reaching back, finding Guangyao's free hand to lace their fingers together so he can squeeze that hand, gently, as he inhales at the second finger.

"...Did I say something wrong, A-Yao?" It's very soft, worry in his voice as he lets his head drop forward slightly.

Guangyao's hand is trembling slightly under his.

"No Er-ge, you're perfect. Please don't worry. I think I just had a nightmare once and it came to mind." was this a lie? It felt like a nightmare, not that something like this could happen right now. His fingers worked inside gently, curling in a heat that he had never dared hoped to feel.

"This all feels like a dream, doesn't it? I'm just...I'm glad you're here." I want to do better now. Please let me fix this.

"We can talk about it.." His voice falters, a breathless moan slipping from his lips as those fingers move in just the right way to have him shuddering, his grip white-knuckled as his legs threaten to give out from the way of pleasure.

"After." Because coherence is fading under the touches, his hips rocking back to seek more of Guangyao's touch.

"O-Okay." he knew that he should probably talk about it a little bit at least. Or he didn't know how he could even deal with all the stuff that came with talking to Xichen, but that was a problem for future A-Yao.

His fingers move at a steady pace, occasionally slipping out to scoop more fruit lubricant in, he wanted to make certain that he was well prepared for this.

His free hand finally moved from his chest, only to lube up his own straining cock, peeking out from underneath the chemise.

Xichen's breathing is ragged, his hips shifting to rock back onto those fingers as he adjusts to the sensation before he straightens for a moment once A-Yao's fingers move, turning to lean down and kiss him slowly, his hand curling around the back of Guangyao's head.

Guangyao leaned up into the kiss, breath husky. He wanted him so badly he wasn't going to be able to control himself soon.

"Xichen, are you ready for this? I don't know how much longer I can..." his voice was low and husky as he raised himself up. His fingers slipping out of him.

"I am, but I want to be able to kiss you too." His hand drops, smooths over one of Guangyao's hip before he catches Guangyao in another kiss, this one more certain as he claims the other man's mouth, tangles fingers in his hair.

"Can we do that?"

Guangyao practically melts into the kiss, he would keep kissing Lan Xichen forever if he could. Okay, change of plans to adjust for the height difference. Breaking the kiss he drags the chair that Xichen was sitting on earlier so that he could rest a leg on it.

"Alright. Maybe lean back against the vanity, and put your leg up here. I think I can reach you like this and we can keep kissing as much as we like.

Sometimes sex can be a little silly too."

Xichen leans against the vanity, tests how sturdy it is before he shifts, settles a leg where Guangyao indicated. Then he's reaching to pull him forward into another kiss, his fingers stroking over the back of his neck.

"I like kissing you, A-Yao."His voice is soft, fingers sliding down to skim over his shoulder and then down his arm, fingers entwining with his for a moment.

His back arched up one arm wrapping around the back of his neck, very careful of his ribbon, and kisses him back deeply. He smiles against his lips, his guard down for once, his eyes shining.

"I like kissing you too, Xichen. I want to keep kissing you if that is okay." His free hand, held his cock up guiding it up against his entrance. This should work well enough.

"Xichen, may I?"

The look in Guangyao's eyes is enough to leave him breathless, Xichen managing a nod before he's kissing the other man again, fingers gripping the vanity to help keep himself stable with the current position.

Guangyao's gaze didn't leave him as he gently breached him. He had made certain to use enough lubrication but he was still worried.

His free hand moved to circle around his back to hold him in place. He was shaking. He never dreamed that he could have this. Have him.

His breath was shaky. "Is this okay?"

"It's....yes, it's okay." He manages after a moment, taking a slower deeper breath at the first intrusion before he lifts a hand, curling it around the back of Guangyao's head, his eyes focused on A-Yao's face.

"..I.. this is.." He trails off, manages a slow smile for Guangyao. "It's good."

"Mmm Xichen, goodness, you're so tight and warm."He presses his forehead against the other's cheek and, pushes in gently, a little bit at a time until he has bottomed out.

"I want to make it feel good." with each phrase he began to move, forcing his hips to slow.

His voice was husky and his eyes glazed.

"Xichen."

"It does feel good." Xichen breathes the words when Guangyao starts to move, but it's the sound of his name like that has him shuddering, clenching around Guangyao reflexively.

After forcing himself to relax, Xichen leans to kiss him again, his own moans lost in the kiss until he has to break it, his head dropping back to rest against the mirror behind him.

"A-Yao...you can move faster if you want..."

00. Arrival

I. THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING

II. A TASTE OF ERKU

III. NOSTALGIA FOODS

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