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TDM 012: SLINGING IN THE RAIN
| 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. 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. 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? 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. N A V I G A T I O N |
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How could he be this endearing, His free arm was around his neck. "Xichen, Won't you kiss me while Mingjue fucks me with his fingers? I can keep stroking you like this..."
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With slick fingers, he...explores A-Yao. Because he has absolutely, one hundred percent, done this before. Yep. His fingers are curious and firm as he 'follows instructions' from A-Yao, pressing in and stroking—
—and teasingly pressing A-Yao toward Xichen. "Please keep his mouth occupied," he says with no small amusement.
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And then he's got a hand around both of their shafts, stroking slowly.
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While he had a few sexual encounters before, he had never done so many things in one day. it was surreal. His body was already used to having something inside of him, he shivered against Xichen.
Guangyao felt suspended, Mingjue's strong hand over his belly, body twitching around his fingers.
"More...Please." He begged as soon as he broke away from the kiss.
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Right. Right. Preparing.
A-Yao's more and please remind him what he was about.
"You sure? You ready?" Mingjue asks, giving Xichen a mischievous quirk of his lips over A-Yao's head. He's teasing, of course. A-Yao sounds desperate and Mingjue did interrupt, but a curl of something in him needs to check even as he uses his grip on A-Yao's belly and one hand on his own cock to line himself off.
Once lined up, though, he stops just before he's about to push in.
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Fuck Nie Mingjue was beautiful, just a wall of beautiful sweaty muscle and he was willing to fuck him like this? It was unreal. Did Meng Yao hit his head on the way to the Wens and his dazzled mind conjured up this very sexy but wildly inappropriate scenario?
Guangyao's hips pressed closer, trapping both his and Lan Xichen's erections in between their bodies. The sensation of the warmth of Nie Mingjue's cock up against his entrance, ready to be pressed in at any moment.
"Please fuck me Mingjue.," he said voice betraying how incredibly horny he was feeling and that if he wasn't thoroughly fucked by him right at that moment he would just die. He wasn't being dramatic.
He would die right there.
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"Hold him still, Xichen," he murmurs, totally and cruelly ignoring A-Yao's plea. He pushes in slowly, savoring the sensations. Seating himself, hips against A-Yao's ass, he then he grins at Xichen over A-Yao's head. "Any instructions for me, Xichen? Fast? Slow?"
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"I think he'd like it fast. He's been waiting, after all."
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Guangyao's body twitched around him, hungrily. He had never felt so full before. It was a good feeling and not something he had realized he was missing.
He pressed his face in Xichen's neck and nodded. He wanted it. Anything was better than this time of strange suspension.
He whimpered out a soft and desperate please.
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There's a spark of low delight in his chest that they're...sharing. What's his is Xichen's. And perhaps he shouldn't think in terms of possession but...
"Fast I can do."
And then he soothes along A-Yao's flanks with his hands at A-Yao's please. "Almost." He rocks a little, exploratory, planting his hands on A-Yao's hips. His strokes, though he'd agreed to fast, start slow as he gets used to the slide and breathes through the sensation. A-Yao's heat steals half his wits, it feels like, and he becomes single-minded as he speeds up increment by fractional increment, fucking A-Yao into Xichen's hold.
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His sad heartbroken mind must have thought of a comforting reality for him to be in his last moments. To be loved and wanted by the two men who were the first to value him as a person.
He moved back to meet every single thrust. His body tightening against him. He wanted them so much. To be theirs, to be protected and loved by them. He really was a greedy person. Pants of Xichen and Mingjue dropping from his lips like a mantra.
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"That's it," he mutters, followed by a litany of other encouragements and praises that he intersperses with sloppy and off-target kisses.
His thrusts speed until he reaches 'fast' and he's taking A-Yao hard and gripping his hips harder. He keeps him still for Xichen, to make sure there's room for Xichen's hand on A-Yao's cock.
"Come for Xichen, yeah, A-Yao?" It's a mess of a request, half an order, rough and deep. "Let him see your face?"
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"Please!"he begged.
His eyes darted to look at Xichen, glassy and lost in the intensity of pleasure. His body was taut and his muscles twitched helplessly. Wanton sounds interspaced with desperate pleas left his lips. He wanted to be good and do as he was told.
With a final few frantic thrusts, his back arched and his toes curled, he was drowning in the weightlessness of the action, coming into Xichen's waiting hand. He was surprised that he could still come so much after all he's done that day.
His body tightened around the cock inside him as he did.
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He remained still after that, panting and a little dazed.
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He leaned back to try and catch his lips in a kiss.
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He had absolutely nothing to say, his mind filled with only a satisfied buzz and a faint bafflement that this had happened to him at all. It didn't feel quite real.
"A-Yao," he eventually said. "Xichen."
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His mind was still too blank to focus on it, still too raw from being fucked by the both of them. He was still full of Mingjue after all. He was trembling all over, he wouldn't be able to stand even if he had wanted to.
He shifted off him with a soft sigh. He felt empty, both in a physical sense and a way that he couldn't quite describe.
He wriggled out, mask in place.
"I'm sorry Da-ge. I think I'm a bit exhausted from the endeavor. Perhaps we should relocate home and find something for dinner? I also need to go back to the shop and properly close it." He held onto the side of the pool to steady himself.
"I don't wish to take advantage of Master Xiao's kindness in hiring me by leaving a mess."
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He was sensitive as A-Yao pulled away from him, though, and even if he did allow the wriggling away, he allowed it with somewhat ill grace. There was grumbling involved partially because he was still a bit dazed from the whole thing and partially because of some heretofore untapped sense of possessiveness that had him reaching for both A-Yao and Xichen as he came back to himself.
With A-Yao heading to the side of the pool, he folded himself close to Xichen.
"We'll help you clean up," Mingjue finally said once he'd regained enough equilibrium for words. And since it seemed like A-Yao was ready to go, and Xichen was quiet and a little (worryingly) distant with all that had occurred, well...Mingjue didn't see any reason to delay, not when it was the work of a moment to gather their things so they could head out.
There was a bed in the Unclean Realm with their name on it, after all. Mingjue didn't know about the other two, but he was ready for a good nap.
"Let us go."
~FIN~