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TDM 002

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( 1 ) Around mid-morning, a message from the Augur appears on bracelets all across the city. "New organisms discovered. Domestication in progress."

The wark of a chocobo rises up from the outskirts of the city. Several more join in, forming a charming chorus. And, strangely, this is when new arrivals begin to show up.

Beamed in one at a time, scanned en masse, they are processed just as the first wave was. There's one major difference: whereas the old guard was given their bracelets and ushered into the City, the new folks are also given... collars.

Buckled, snapped, or otherwise fastened around their necks, a variety of colorful collars with some rather unusual novelty pet tags. (These are just a few suggestions. The typical “If found, please return to ____” is also very much acceptable.)

"You are new organisms. Domestication in progress. Compatible Eros energy will complete domestication."

No matter how hard they try, characters cannot take the collars off by themselves. They need a partner's help - but not just anyone will do. It very well might be the first person they find, or it might take several tries.

The robots grow bolder as the day grows on, targeting characters who aren't new, as well.

"Y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵o̵r̵g̶a̴n̷i̷s̶m̸s̶.̶ ̶D̷o̶m̴e̴s̶t̶i̶c̵a̸t̶i̸o̴n̸ ̷i̵n̸ ̴p̸r̶o̵g̷r̵e̷s̵s̷."

Their antics die down by nightfall, but for the next day or two, the occasional malfunctioning 'bot may accost someone in the street, so stay on your toes!

( 2 ) An abandoned racetrack lights up the night. That's right: place your bets, folks, because these birds are about to run around a track while robots sell synthetic, overpriced aphro-popcorn.

...Did you say priced?

That’s right! If you participated in the orgy earlier this month, you'll find you have a stash of credits accessible in your app.

You've fucked money back into the world, so why not waste it?

(Opportunities to earn credits will come up periodically and won't always be sexual in nature, so don't worry if your character wouldn't have any yet.)

And if you don't have credits to bet with, why not get creative?

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[ does he know how? that's a fucking cute question, ain't it? ]

Of course I know how. Wouldn't have suggested it otherwise. [ he looks extremely amused. ] But since you don't, then I'll take the lead, yo. [ scanning the area they're in, he nods toward a particularly dark and narrow alley a few feet away. ]

Let's take this somewhere a little more private.

[ if fucking is the only way to get this thing off of him, then why not with a semi-familiar face? especially one who is apparently 'friends' with tseng. ]

I don't mind being your first. [ a light tease as he starts down the sidewalk with a looong stretch of his arm. ]

It almost sounds like you were made for this place.

[no offense, reno, buddy, but there's an eagerness to this whole setup that he hadn't found in others just yet. he stuffs hands in his pockets and following along. he casts his eyes to the side, an amused chortle at the mention of "being his first," like that's something to be proud about.]

[before he follows reno all the way to his chosen place for 'privacy,' zack stops him and motions towards a nearby robot.]

Don't you need stuff for that? They'll give it to you.

The only place I'm made for ain't here, Zachary.

[ as easygoing and lackadaisical as he might outwardly appear, reno isn't exactly enthusiastic about the nameless city and its perverse rules. he's just doing what he has to, ok? it's always been his approach to life: do what ya gotta in order to live another day. simple as that.

but if 'eager' is the general impression he's giving off, then that's fine by him. he never cared for a shiny rep anyway. ]

'Stuff'? [ he slows his steps as he glances back at him incredulously. ] You mean this? [ he fishes out a small square from his pocket. ] Or did ya mean lube?

[ be more specific here. ]

Zachary?

[he mutters, parroting the other, catching on to the redhead talking and pulling out condoms from his pocket. he catches a glance at him and then back towards the robot. why is he surprised that he comes prepared?]

Unless you got some in your pockets too, then yeah.

[should he go to the robot at all?]

[ a guy should always be prepared, zachary.

but he didn't come that prepared. ]

No lube. [ he glances over at the robot skeptically. ] So if the sexbot can provide, then I guess there's no harm in askin'.

[ brb asking a robotic fiend if he can have some lube and a moment later: ] Got it. [ he holds up a small bottle. ] Let's go, yo.

[ he doesn't have all day here. ]

[to zack, this feels a little weird, because of how transactional it all feels. he follows behind reno as he goes over to the robot, keeping his distance because it sure is, also, brandishing more colorful collars. the lube obtained, he resumes keeping in step with the redhead towards the sketchy alleyway, a little in disbelief of himself.]

[but—he thinks—if he gets on reno's good side, getting him to talk to him about other things might come easier, later down the line.]

Reno, right?

[...he just wants to make sure...]

So, how do you want to go about it?

[ reno likes his fucks to be squeaky clean of complications, so maybe what they're doing might lack a certain romanticism to it, but it isn't like he can (or even wants to) wine and dine the former SOLDIER first.

turning into the alleyway, he leads them towards the back where there is less chance of a passerby spotting them. ]

Yea, Reno. [ he pops open the cap to the bottle. ] I can jerk you off or you can take care of it yourself while you watch me prep. Whatever gets you off. Either way, I need you hard.

[ a beat and then: ] Just don't expect me to get down on my knees and blow ya. [ former or current, zack's still a SOLDIER boy. ]

[funny how that rivalry between turks and SOLDIER persists. it's probably still incredibly real for reno, but zack can't say he feels much of anything towards it, anymore. he does remove the buster sword from his back, setting it carefully against the wall opposite them before he turns back to reno.]

I can take care of myself.

[some belt unbuckling needs taking place... so he works on that, but not before removing his gloves and pocketing them. hands he can wash, gloves not as easily.]

You're gonna need help?

[ good boy. ]

Nah. [ he shakes his head as he unzips his own pants and begins tugging it down along with the boxer briefs beneath. ] I've got this.

[ as the garments pool around his ankles, reno removes his gloves and pockets them away as well before squirting some of the lubricant onto his right hand, coating his fingers with the cool substance. truthfully, he hasn't been on the receiving end for a while, so he kiiinda trusts himself more than he does zack to get him ready. (no offense, zachary, but you said it yourself. never done it before, right?)

turning around, he braces one hand against the brick wall. he hates to admit it, but he is starting to feel a little self-conscious now. fuck it. they're already here, so there's no backing down from this. spreading his legs, reno arches his back slightly as he reaches back with his right hand and, with a quiet breath, he slowly starts to ease one wet finger inside of him.

his eyes fall shut as he tries to keep himself from tensing too much. it never does stop feeling intrusive, no matter how familiar the sensation is. he is pretty thankful his face can't be seen right now, so at least that's some nonsense reassurance for himself to hold onto. he really hopes this is all worth it.

—and he really hopes SOLDIER boy can get it up. otherwise, he... honestly doesn't wanna think about it.

and with that less than comforting thought, reno begins to move his finger, attempting to ease away the tightness. ]

[what is he doing here? zack can't help but wonder, watching and then averting his gaze as reno turns around against the brick wall. maybe this place has really started getting to him, normalizing such a thing. it's what everyone is doing—and it's how they keep getting things to make it by, right? besides, he's helping a 'friend' of sorts out.]

[small blessings come in reno's shirt and suit jacket reaching low enough that zack doesn't feel like he's looking at too much. perhaps silly to think, considering, but turning away slightly he continues to unbuckle his belts and zip down his trousers. should he think about something?]

[hmm...]

[there's enough that happened in the past few weeks to give zack fuel for enough wet dreams, and just glossing over the memories of them has him stirring as he grabs himself in his hand, drawing a shaky breath as he closes his eyes.]

—do you do this often?

[how about some casual conversation.]

Edited 2020-06-20 16:26 (UTC)

[ what are they both doing here? reno would love to have that question answered too. but he ain't gonna torture himself by thinking too deeply about his current choices in life. he can deal with it after he's finally free of this damn collar.

it comes as a bit of relief when he hears movement from zack. an optimistic sign that the SOLDIER isn't gonna up and leave him — a pretty real possibility.

guiding another finger inside, he draws in a slow breath as he starts to thrust into himself more quickly. he can't be a wuss about this. the sooner he can get himself ready for zack; the closer he'll get to losing himself in the usual rhythm he sets for himself in these types of exchanges. ]

What? [ is... is he seriously trying to make conversation right now? for fuck's sake— ] No. [ a beat. ] I mean, I don't... go around spreadin' my ass in an alley every chance I get anyway. I like somewhere a bit more comfortable. [ a little more private. ]

[thanks for the visual, buddy.]

Really painting a picture there. Yeah, I don't go doing the same, either.

[and so, zack realizes that his trying to make conversation is not exactly resulting the way he wants it to. so, that's all he offers in terms of keeping the conversation going. mostly also because his hand's a little to dry to work himself properly hard. it feels wrong to bother reno again, for this, but zack extends his free hand over towards the redhead.]

Pass me the lube and a condom?

[he should have gotten his own.]

[ yw he does what he can. ]

You're not gettin' shy on me, are ya?

[ he ain't the one stretching himself out for the other here.

but maybe this is a little awkward, ain't it? if it's really zachary's first time, then he should be more considerate. of course that doesn't lessen the incredulity in his voice when he's suddenly asked to stop what he's doing in order to pass the lube. ]

Are you fuckin' serious? [ finally looking back at him, he creases his brows at the way the SOLDIER is currently angled away from him. shit. ] I'm a little busy here, so... if you want 'em, come get 'em. [ and with a bit of a sigh, he adds: ] You don't have to stand so far away from me, y'know. Come touch me a little if ya want.

—this is going to ruin our professional relationship.

[he says lightly, trying to throw some humor in the air, to make this easier on how suddenly awkward it got. what about that spark of camaraderie they had going?! deciding that there are worse things—and that he's definitely been through worse—zack heads on over towards the redhead and figures that, you know, he might as well go for it.]

[zack had asked if reno needed help.]

Don't get all weird on me. [—hand on reno's shoulder, he pushes the man away from the wall so that he, himself, is the one against it, reno in front of him. he pats down his sides, looking for the bottle of lube and reaching for it.] It's my first time doing this, but I'm not a virgin.

[slightly more up close and personal than perhaps reno would be hoping for, zack uncaps the bottle and coats his hand with lubricant. he reaches down between them, not for himself, but rather to take a hold of reno's cock; one tug and then another, squeezing at the head.]

You should at least enjoy it.

[bich]

[ what professional relationship? what spark of camaraderie? news to him. ]

I'm not gonna get weird on you, yo. [ who does this guy even take him for? he should be telling him that.

reno isn't entirely sure he knows how to feel about the new position they're in now. after all, when he told zachary to come over, he figured that he would just stick to the back, not squeeze his way to the front. it would have been great if he had just stuck to the back. ]

Yea? Who was your first?

[ he's just trying to distract them both now as he replaces the support of the wall with the sturdiness of a shoulder instead. it might be better this way — or maybe not. he might have spoken too soon. sucking in a breath, his eyes widen in surprise as he feels the wet warmth of zack's hand on his cock. ] You—

[ shit. he was not expecting him to do that.

looking down between them, he gives a mildly frustrated shake of his head before he rests his forehead on his shoulder in slight defeat. ] Full of surprises, aren't ya? [ but he isn't the type to be ungrateful here, so while he leans his weight against the former SOLDIER, he retrieves the bottle of lube from zack, squeezes a clumsy handful of lube into his left hand and proceeds to return the favor, gripping the base of the man's cock to begin stroking it. ] But we're supposed to be getting you hard, dipshit.

[it's probably that turks and SOLDIER rivalry that's going on here, clear as day. the need to have the upper hand, to just show that one team is better than the other. it's just something in their systems, after years of working for the same company, or maybe it's just proud bravado.]

[zack won't bother answering the question, grinning instead even though reno can't see him.]

[the cool touch to his hardening length is enough to make him draw a shaky breath, pushing his head back against the brick wall.]

—I can manage. [he tries to argue, knocking his head lightly with reno's, waning resolution as he bucks his hips into the circle of his fingers. it feels good, he won't deny that, and it's telling, by the soft sighs he's already pushing past his lips.] You sure y'don't want my help?

[ he can "manage". well, he isn't sure he believes him. if anything, reno feels like zachary could use some encouragement. besides, he wants to get a sense of how big he's working with here. from what he can tell so far, it ain't gonna be an easy fit and he doesn't know whether it excites or intimidates him more. ]

If you can manage, [ his own breathing is getting more ragged as pleasurable little spikes courses through him from the attention he's receiving both in his front and back. ] then hurry up. Don't let me... [ he rolls his hips forward, leaning into the pressure of zack's hand. ] let me beat you to it. [ he can feel his erection coming on quick, his body shamelessly receptive to touch. ]

I— [ is he going to say he can manage too? it's bullshit at this point. sure, he can manage, but with his left hand now busy tugging away at zack's shaft and the delightful, distracting pressure on his own cock, reno is finding it somewhat difficult to concentrate on what he should be doing in the back. ] Fuck it. [ it's said barely above a whisper as he nods his head once. ] Yea— Yea, I want it. [ he pulls out his fingers, bringing his right hand up front to clutch onto zack's shirt. ] I'm still a little tight, so... [ so y'know. ]

[zack is not one to shy away from these kinds of things, even if in part he isn't entirely experienced. there's a truth there, that this is his first time—but he wants to believe he knows enough to make a decent effort. it's unequivocal the heat that he's feeling pool towards his groin at the contact, so he placates that by letting go of reno's cock and holding his wrist instead, to keep him from stroking him any further.]

You're a lot shorter than I remember.

[—he says with something of a chuckle, ease those nerves, and taking hold of the hand clutching his shirt, to pull it away, giving him the space to push reno back against the wall, he himself standing behind him. he coats his hand in lube, placing the bottle in reno's side pocket, and lets his right hand delve between his ass cheeks.]

How do I work you? I'm not this much of an expert.

[he pushes a finger inside his puckered hole, tentatively.]

Shaddup. [ his height isn't a particularly sore subject for him, but it's still annoying when someone brings it up to tease him, especially when that someone happens to be a SOLDIER. fuckin' first class assholes. ] You're just obnoxiously tall. [ which, to be honest, he kinda likes. ]

Shit— [ it's less a protest than it is mild exasperation at a) the loss of friction on his dick and b) the request for step-by-step instructions. ] Just... [ give him a second to adjust his position now that the wall is once again his main means of support. is he maybe a little disappointed that he lost the sturdy warmth of zack's chest? maybe. is he gonna acknowledge that thought? not in the slightest. ] You just... Yea, kinda like that. Ease it in.

[ he can feel a gradual flush creep up his neck. ] I think you can, ah... put another one in. I should be loose enough. Then, y'know, move 'em — your fingers — back and forth to stretch me out. [ a beat and then: ] You don't have to be gentle with me, so don't think too hard on it, yo.

[he's a SOLDIER, so he does better when he takes orders. usually, a few instructions are good enough for him to get going, and the rest he can just figure it out. he is not going to be treating reno like a fragile thing, considering how tough turks are—tough as cockroaches, some would say. so he does as instructed, pushing another finger in.]

[perhaps unnecessary, or something that the redhead is not particularly into, but zack finds himself pressing closer, his face pressed against the back of reno's head, breath hot against the skin at the back of his neck.]

I'm not tryin' to be gentle.

[his fingers are in deep, stretching him as best as he can manage; he presses his lips to skin, his free hand pulling away at the long hair and off to drape over his shoulder.]

You like that?

[what kind of conversation are you supposed to have during casual sex, really?]

[ ah crap—

no. nope, he likes it. he likes it a lot. in fact, he might like it a little too much. that surprising, unexpected little kiss to the nape, paired with the thrusts of the younger man's fingers, sends an involuntary shudder through his body as he immediately bites down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from making any embarrassing noise that he knows he won't be able to fuckin' live down once this is all over.

shit shit shiiit.

he can't believe how horny he's getting and this asshole just keeps asking him questions, and he's apparently enough of a fuckin' fool to answer him. ] Y-Yea... [ a small nod of his head as his rattail tickles the side of his neck. ] Your fingers— [ he curls his right hand into a fist against the wall as he swallows down his growing impatience. ] spread me out more, Zack. [ he wants him inside of him already and he's trying his best to resist the urge to rock back against him. ]

Easy does it.

[annoyingly, noticing the impatience budding from the words alone. he dips his chin downwards, nosing against the offending pink collar, pressing his forehead against the back of reno's head; all in favor of keeping his focus steady on his fingers and stretching him out, tentatively adding a third finger as he stops thrusting momentarily to push at the rim. zack's sure this is a more delicate process, but reno urging him to hurry it up (his tone of voice, mostly), has zack thinking he's going to be making a sloppy job out of this regardless.]

[maybe he'll learn more about this, in more detail, another day. for now, he focuses his efforts in stretching out the redhead, feeling the warmth surrounding his fingers and wondering just how much is enough.]

I need a condom. [he mutters, switching back to two fingers so it's easier for him to scissor them, as he pushes them in and out with some deliberately slow momentum.] And do you want me to take you like this?

[it's probably a good thing reno can't see his face, flushed from the anticipation and also embarrassment (mostly at his own expense, definitely). his chest is pressed against the redhead's back, his free hand also against the wall, to keep himself steady.]

[ y'know, he knows zack's right, but it still doesn't make his comment any less irritating.

reno doesn't offer up a reply, instead falling into silence as he rests his forehead against the crook of his left arm. it's easier to relax into the pace zack has set for them like this, allowing him to focus more on the sensation of his fingers and less on the words he speaks.

honestly, he doesn't expect the former SOLDIER to know what he's doing, so even if he isn't doing the most thorough job, at least reno did enough work in the beginning to circumvent any issue. it's why he simply retrieves the small square packet from his pocket, holding it up for zack to take.

it's fine. he doesn't particularly want to wait any longer. ]

Yea, I do. Just fuck me. [ he also did tell him that he didn't need to be gentle with him. ]

[zack isn't being gentle, but perhaps he doesn't know how to be rough, exactly. regardless, he takes the condom wrapper and disengages entirely from reno, taking a step back to fuss over this. the rip of the wrapper follows some fumbling as he strokes himself a few times before putting it on—followed by reaching into the suit's side pocket for the lube to coat himself with whatever's left.]

[he drops the bottle to the floor along with the wrapper, making a note to pick those up later. he steps closer and puts a hand to reno's hip under the suit and shirt, holding his cock with the other as he aligns himself between his cheeks, pressing against him until he—slowly—pushes through his entrance.]

Ah.

[zack stutters, if only because, really, this is the first time he's doing this, and the pressure around his cockhead feels really, really good. the soles of his boots scuff against the ground as he shuffles forward, pushing in deeper, his breathing harsher the more he disappears inside reno's heat.]

Fuck. [he mutters, now two hands on reno's hips to hold him(self) steady. his voice is even a little strained, as his hips touch the redhead's ass, an experimental roll of his hips forward following.] This feels good.

Edited 2020-06-25 12:28 (UTC)

[ he hates how much his body aches for the coax of those fingers the moment they're pulled out of him. peeking back at him, reno watches zack fumble with the condom, suppressing a small smile. eagerness starts to build up inside of him as fingers press into his side and the SOLDIER steps closer to him, bringing with him a silent assurance that more is to come very soon. as he feels the tip of a hardened shaft push into his rim, his own cock thrums in anticipation and he's hard pressed not to reach down and relieve it. not yet — the thought quiets his urge even as he instinctively begins to arch into the invading length.

he hasn't felt something so thick and hot penetrate into him in quite a while and it sends little shivers of excitement coursing down his back, weakening his knees. still feeling taut against his cock, he tries to relax his muscles as much as he can while he breathes in unsteadily. but his body seems to have a mind of its own and he's unable to stop his ass from squeezing and drawing zack deeper into him until he's fully pressed against him.

releasing a contented sigh, reno appreciates the firm hold on him as he tilts his head back slightly. he doesn't have too much time to adjust to how full he feels when the sudden movement of zack's hips startle an involuntary cry from him. ] W-Wait... [ his heart speeds up a bit in his chest as a rush of heat leaves a pink tinge on his cheeks and he's eternally grateful that the guy can't see his face. ] Don't move so suddenly. [ fuck, what is he even saying? he's embarrassing himself. ]

I mean— [ he yanks at his collar uncomfortably, almost idly. ] forget I said anything... [ SOLDIER or not, he's just some guy, reno. don't let your pride get in the way now. ]

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zachary even in meta i hate you

no u love me

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