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Your eyes blink open to the blinding glare of overhead lights and the sight of a pair of glassy mechanical eyes boring into your own. The face above yours moves like liquid mercury, forming an approximation of a figure that you recognize and trust implicitly: a friend, a loved one, a caretaker. Perhaps even a god or a goddess. From its lips fall the patterns of a language that is strange and robotic, and yet familiar to you:

Everything is fine.

Welcome to the N̵̩̈́̓ä̶͇́͂͘m̸̠͒e̴̞̻̾ͅl̷̹̄͝ḙ̷̺͗s̵̳͊̀ṣ̵̱̚ͅ ̶̧͒̄Í̴͔s̵̡̛̺̍̓ļ̵̥͖̄͛͌ḁ̸̳̟̒́n̵̻͑́͗d̴̩͕̰̂̊̔

Darkness overtakes you once again.

I. Arrival

When you awake, you find you have washed up on the otherworldly pink sands of an impossibly beautiful beach, the tropical scenery spoiled only slightly by your seasickness. New arrivals, waterlogged and covered in sand, 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, all is available for your use. Stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether an apartment in the City, a shack on the beach, or a bigger space at the House of Worship with friends. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each arrival's home.

II. Tropical Snow

The Augur hasn't forgotten your festive needs, Islanders!

Though the Island weather remains sunny and tropical, a powdery snow has begun to fall from blue skies, collecting into pristine piles overnight. Fortunately, unlike some other snowstorms Islanders might have experienced, this one won't freeze you. In fact, the temperature of the powder is perfectly pleasant, even though everything else about it is exactly as one might remember from white holidays past. It even sticks together nicely, making it absolutely perfect for snowballs, forts, and sculptures, and the 'bots encourage Islanders to enjoy this little treat from the Augur for the limited time that it will last. Even robots pelted by snowballs will chirp cheery encouragements.

It is, however, a little slippery… and a bit tacky. And sweet? Catching snowflakes on your tongue has never been so rewarding.

III. It Came From Above

In addition to the Island's traditional cherub dragon helpers, Islanders may notice a newcomer to the skies above: these zippy little drones, which flit about playfully and broadcast festive songs from Islander memories whilst they assist the dragonets in decorating the hospital and other public buildings in wintery colors and charming strings of lights. Make sure you mind your head, because the more mischievous of the drones have minds of their own when it comes to decorating sometimes! If you're looking a little dour, you might become the next surface wrapped up in lights and tinsel. Maybe even with someone else, for pleasant company of course!

Oh, and those mistletoe bots? They seem to pick targets at will, locking on and hovering overhead until their ~~victim~~ new friend gives someone a kiss. It's not unusual for a mistletoe bot to take a real shine to one Islander in particular, following them all day long.

If asked for assistance with a drone, Island robots will helpfully inform you that the drones make excellent pets! Just be sure to pick one that doesn't bite.

IV. Sticky Circumstances

The robots may have made a veeerryy slight miscalculation.

As time passes, the mysteriously room-temperature snow that blankets the Island begins to… well, melt. Except, it doesn't melt into water. What results instead from this well-meaning experiment is a slippery, sticky, sweet substance just like icing sugar… but everywhere. On the sidewalks, on the buildings, sliding in globs off the leaves of every palm tree. While it may taste good, and pests like ants are never a problem in paradise, it's quite a nuisance!

Robots will offer credits for assistance in clean-up, rewarding especially handsomely as the mess seems to gunk up their joints. With enough help from Islanders and drones, the mess could be cleaned up within the week! If an Islander would rather just enjoy their Island-wide slip and slide, however? The 'bots won't fault them.

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[ Before Xiao Xingchen can even stand up, Xue Yang has already walked to the other side of the table and swept him into his arms. There isn't too much thought put into the action: Xiao Xingchen is his, so of course he's going to look after him like this.

He carries him back into the bedroom and places him on the freshly-made bed. Before Xue Yang can think not to, he leans in and places a deep, passionate kiss to Xiao Xingchen's lips. It's too much like what feels like should happen next, too much what the aphrodisiac in his body wants him to do for him to not do it without effort.

Xiao Xingchen is his. Everything is better when it's with him. ]

[Xiao Xingchen falls into Xue Yang's arms easily, the feeling of someone holding onto him grounding him.

Laid out on the bed, he returns the kiss almost absently at first, before wrapping his arms around the back of Xue Yang's neck and pulling him in closer. With something to focus on in the chaos of his suddenly upended world, he grasps it and holds tighter. Even if this is the man at the center of it all, the one all his pain can be traced back to, it doesn't matter right now. Thinking too hard about what this all means plays on the very core of the person he has become since those days—it makes him want those days of playing pretend all the more, something easier and closer to what he imagined for himself long ago. He can care later, when he's recovered from Xue Yang knocking him senseless with a few words...

The both of them taste like fresh cake and fruit, covered in sugar-snow. With every part of the cake so strange and foreign from their worlds, it heightens this feeling of being inside a dream together, even as this island has become so familiar to him now.

He presses his thigh against Xue Yang's cock and rubs up against it, the heat another point to focus on.

Murmuring against Xue Yang's lips:]

I'll stay with you, here... if you promise to come inside me all night.

[He definitely isn't thinking right, which is what he wants right now. Perhaps he'll regret it later; that can be dealt with as it comes. Besides, it's not like he'll ever be able to escape Xue Yang entirely.]

Daozhang...

[ There's arousal in Xue Yang's voice, delight, and elation. ]

You said it, daozhang. You'll do it if I do. Mark your words, daozhang.

[ When he resumes the kiss it's heavy and marked by aggression that wasn't present before. Not that he's rough: on the contrary he's almost gentle as he climbs on top of Xiao Xingchen. The thought that Xiao Xingchen had nearly fainted just a moment ago is already gone from his mind; now there's only the need and desire to do exactly as Xiao Xingchen has requested.

There's no need to get Xiao Xingchen naked since the body cage exposes everywhere it needs to. Instead Xue Yang focuses on disrobing himself, loosening his belt and then untying his robes even as he keeps his lips connected with Xiao Xingchen's. Once everything is loose enough that it could be easily brushed from his body he reaches back to Xiao Xingchen, this time tracing edges of the clothes with his fingers and appreciating the feeling of the skin underneath. ]

[A shiver runs through Xiao Xingchen at the sound of Xue Yang's voice voice, the sound of it stokes his own mostly forgotten arousal, while also bringing him back to the precipice of awareness and realizing what he's just agreed to.

He can't have that.

Grabbing at Xue Yang's clothes, he hurriedly pulls them off of him as much as he can.]

You can even tie me down, or whatever else you like... only don't let me have a moment to think at all. Not about anything but you...

[His eyes still look unfocused, his voice breathless and fevered. By now, sex to resolve any emotions makes more sense than anything else. Why, he even wishes there was actually aphrodisiac in that cake, realizing now just how easy it makes life. Maybe it's not hard to act as if he was, or let Xue Yang think he is—not that Xue Yang would care now.]

[ Xue Yang's hand drifts lower and settles just north of Xiao Xingchen's intimate area. ]

I don't need to do that, daozhang. I don't need to do any of that. That's for when I want you to feel just how much you're mine, but we don't need that right now. You understand it, don't you daozhang? Everything is better when you do it with me. That's why you said that, daozhang.

[ He slides his hand down to rub it along the outside of Xiao Xingchen's body to feel just how wet he is. ]

I won't let you think about anything else. All you have to do is focus on me.

[ He slides in one finger, then a second, but those aren't really what he's going to use. Not when he has a promise to fulfill. So those fingers soon slide back out, and then Xue Yang is pushing his cock into Xiao Xingchen's body.

For the rest of the evening and well into the night Xue Yang follows through, using all of his strength, stamina, and body control to fuck Xiao Xingchen with little reprieve. He doesn't give him even a moment to be distracted, and it's only once the morning sunlight has been illuminating the world outside for over an hour already that he leans down, gives Xiao Xingchen a solid kiss, and murmurs breathlessly. ]

How's that? Good enough for you, daozhang?

[The only response Xue Yang receives is a muddled, unintelligible noise as Xiao Xingchen's head falls back against the pillow. A line of saliva from the corner of his mouth. With his body straining against the bands of the garment he's wearing, they've definitely left pink impressions across his skin. Though where Xue Yang's skin slapped against his, much of it is also quite pink. When he wakes, he'll feel more sore all over than he ever has before... even if it's not all too bad.

After a while, the sensation became what he thought was too much to bear, and he considered stopping Xue Yang. But didn't he do just as he was asked to do? He did it so well too, that Xiao Xingchen really did have no time to think of anything else.

Once Xiao Xingchen realized that, the final barrier in his mind for this had broken, and he could only care about the relentless pleasure. Wasn't he lucky to have someone like this? Someone willing to dedicate their time and energy to him like this, letting him forget the past for a while, even if it's...

Moments when he'd nearly fallen asleep, Xue Yang would thrust in hard and snap him back to wakefulness. Now, however, sleep takes a stronger hold on him, and he won't even stir if Xue Yang goes for another round. His softened limbs fall whenever they will across the bed, legs - covered in the most come and slick he's ever had on him - splayed wide apart.

Despite this, he still squeezes around the cock inside as if to subconsciously plead for one more—even tighter than usual, after all of the friction in the night.]

Ah--fuck...

[ That squeeze pulls the curse from his lips, but Xue Yang is, by now, thoroughly spent. The one thing it guarantees is that Xue Yang tosses out any thoughts of cleaning up after their marathon: that can be for later, after the two of them have rested.

He lowers himself beside Xiao Xingchen, rolling him along with him so that the two can remain joined together even as Xue Yang curls up on the bed. He holds Xiao Xingchen against himself, letting him feel the warmth from his body and the slow ebb and flow of his breathing.

This is what he's going to get every single night again. They're going to go back to how things were, that existence where living together is simple and easy. That's all he'd been demanding of Xiao Xingchen, so why did he bother making such a big deal about it? It only has to be this.

With that satisfying thought, Xue Yang lets himself fall into sleep as well. ]

[Before Xiao Xingchen notices the soreness as consciousness filters back to his mind, he recognizes the feeling of Xue Yang still inside him. Even after the soreness begins to register and he really shouldn't want to move at all, his hips slowly move up until Xue Yang's cock nearly slips out. He moves them back down, taking it back inside all the way to the base with a gasp. Vaguely to see if it'd wake Xue Yang up, he repeats the motion, body still pressed against the man as he had been when asleep.

It shouldn't be this easy, he knows. Even if he found his reasons for why he can agree to this - it doesn't have to mean anything, there's no escaping, no one else is being harmed - the fact that he can do this possibly says something about him that.

Yet after that night, something must have unlocked in him. That voice in him that still felt a twinge of guilt fell silent during the night. Maybe that's the answer for what to do next, then, it had occurred to him. Spending time apart and delaying the inevitable only felt like he had fallen into aimlessness instead of freedom... and if he truly believes in those reasons for his actions, why shouldn't he do this? And rather than simply going along with it, letting himself fall in completely with Xue Yang made the decision trouble his heart less...

With that thought in mind, his hips begin to move faster, heart starting to race from arousal. A shudder runs through his body, inner walls fluttering around Xue Yang as if that night hadn't yet made up for all their time apart.

When he notices Xue Yang begin to stir, he speaks in a bleary, half-awake murmur against his ear.]

You'll have to make breakfast.

[ Even with the motion on his cock, it takes a little while for Xue Yang to pull himself out of sleep. At first it feels hazy, almost like he's dreaming. He's dreamed about Xiao Xingchen several times over the past few months.

It's only after he starts to feel the sensations more concretely that he pulls himself awake enough to realize that this is real. It still takes him several seconds to process Xiao Xingchen's words in his ear, and when he finally does he laughs sleepily. ]

Daozhang, are you really pretending you're an invalid while you're fucking yourself on me?

[ He gives a single quick thrust of his hips in to meet Xiao Xingchen's motions. ]

Are you telling me you can do this much, but you can't make us breakfast?

[Xiao Xingchen stills for moment, a high-pitched whine from his lips, before he pushes against his shoulder to roll Xue Yang onto his back.]

If you were not... inside me, I am not certain I could move at all.

[By now, fucking and being fucked by Xue Yang is the easiest thing he can do.

Like this, he has a better position as he moves, but it doesn't reach as deeply as last night with his body still pressed against Xue Yang's, no space between them as he lies his head against his shoulder. He can feel the raised, scarred skin again his unmarred own this way.]

Either way, we must clean off first...

You say all these things, but don't you want to just keep fucking? Why would I make breakfast or go clean off when you're on top of me like this?

[ He wraps his arms more around Xiao Xingchen, a hold rather than a hug, keeping him from pulling away.

Xiao Xingchen is his. He'll stay with Xue Yang forever. ]

Do you think I could carry you around like this forever? Never letting you off my dick, just fucking you all the time. Imagine what that would be like. We'd never be apart again.

[Xiao Xingchen lets out a huff of air as he pushes himself back, pressing his knees into the bed to hold himself steady as he moves while not lifting himself off. Not that he can leave - at least, without a will to break away - but instead of feeling trapped, the strength in the hold sends another thrill through him, another rush of slick joining the come inside him. Another thrust inside pushes more of the mixture out of him. Despite a growing worry that he's starting to become truly insatiable, he answers as coolly as he can manage.]

I can't... begin to imagine you giving up your sweets.

[That's the most unbelievable part of the idea. Though he pauses, wondering if something is possible—not considering what he wants just yet.]

Unless you stay inside while I cook...

Of course I would. You'd be able to manage it, right? You're talented like that, daozhang. I bet you could do all sorts of things if you tried.

[ Xue Yang settles back to enjoy the sensation of Xiao Xingchen continuing to ride him, though the hold of his arms doesn't weaken in the slightest. ]

It's easy enough for us to shower and eat like this, and I bet I could run my shop like this too. You'd probably need me to walk around for you at your cafe, but you could still hold things and talk to people. Of course no one else would get to fuck your pussy, but your ass is still free like this if someone else wanted to join in.

[ His hold gets almost imperceptibly tighter. ]

But if we did that then you'd never get to fuck my ass again. I like it when we do that too, daozhang.

[Xiao Xingchen should feel confused at such an absurd idea. Not only should he doubt that Xue Yang could keep that patience and interest, but he ought to wince for what his body would withstand that way.

Yet the thought of being fucked all the time, never allowed a moment to think—it knocks the air out of him as his eyes roll back, dizzy from the spike in his arousal. Isn't that the reason why he agreed to this? And the idea has worked so well, this new path so easy to travel down... there's nothing wrong with it—

He hazily considers divulging an ability he's rarely used in the cafe itself: his ability to be in two places at once. The two could repeat last night, but with him taking Xue Yang from front and back this time. Maybe that way, he could fuck Xue Yang into a state of pure bliss, until the man is as obedient as that one time as he awaits another round.

Not now, however. He can try to keep it as a surprise; if he feeds Xue Yang a more powerful aphrodisiac at that time, perhaps by the next morning it'd feel like a dream.

That thought pushes him over the edge, and he cries out as he curls tighter around Xue Yang, burying his face against his chest. He rocks back and forth, in a frenzy to ride out the orgasm until its very end. No matter how often he's already come, he doesn't want to waste any of it, his inner walls still not relenting as they squeeze down hard around Xue Yang once more.]

[ A curse slips from Xue Yang's lips. He's still too spent to have an orgasm of his own, and even his erection is only vaguely stiff, but that doesn't change the fact that the squeezing sends warm pulses through him. He wasn't quite expecting Xiao Xingchen to be able to manage another orgasm after all their fucking through the night, and it steals his breath a little. ]

No wonder you wanted to fuck all night. Daozhang, you're still more skilled than I am. Do you want to keep going? I probably can since it's you, daozhang. I'll fuck you as much as you want, and you're going to stay with me.

[Slumped atop Xue Yang's front, Xiao Xingchen shallowly pants for breath, every muscle in his body now refusing to tense in the slightest. All except those needed to twitch around Xue Yang's cock, apparently.

When he can finally respond, he swallows hard to wet his throat, which barely has had any rest either.]

There is no need to force yourself... at least wait until you're ready again before you suggest such a thing.

[He hopes that Xue Yang doesn't really harden right now. It's already embarrassing that he worked himself to orgasm when Xue Yang wasn't even fully aroused. The moment of clarity is enough for a bit of shame to slip through. Even if he has made enough peace with his decisions, and the fact that this is going to be his life for now, this much is surely beyond anything possible for most people. Has he really taken to it as an answer to his problems too well?

That thought alone gives strength to his arms, and he tries to push back against Xue Yang's grip. Even if he has to limp everywhere, he can't let himself stay here longer and let this take over his life completely... no matter how easy it would be.]

[ Xue Yang tightens his grip automatically, but after a moment, relaxes it again. It's alright. Xiao Xingchen agreed to stay, so Xue Yang doesn't have to fight to keep him here anymore. Xue Yang has already proven that there's no better place for Xiao Xingchen in the world. No one else can give him such good experiences, and no one else can help him with his list nearly as effectively. Now that he's back, he'll continue living here like he should. ]

I wouldn't be forcing myself. If you want it, let's do it. We can do it whenever either of us want it, for as long as we want.

[Xiao Xingchen leans back to push through Xue Yang's arms. Sitting across Xue Yang's hips as he's still inside, Xiao Xingchen's expression can't help but betray a bit of his discomfort.]

Indeed... we can do anything, but we shouldn't waste the day in bed.

[That "we" in this moment sounds strange to his own ears, but he has no time to think of that right now.

He holds onto Xue Yang, his fingers brushing against where the bone is most prominent, trying to have a hold as he slowly starts to ease himself off of Xue Yang. Another moan slips from his lips, his body showing a displeasure at having to get off at all. Still, he keeps raising his own painfully sore hips.]

Could you help me with breakfast, then?

Alright, daozhang.

[ The request feels oddly elating in a way Xue Yang doesn't want to examine too deeply. He lets his arms slip from around Xiao Xingchen and instead grips his hips to help him ease himself off of Xue Yang's cock.

He doesn't seem bothered at all by the mess all over his crotch and down his legs as he pulls himself off the bed. Xue Yang takes the mostly-empty plates left on the table from the night before and brings them to the sink to wash them. This is something easy to do that needs doing while Xiao Xingchen decides what the two of them will have to eat today.

He probably should wash himself off too, but that can wait until water is heating up or food is cooking. Besides, there's something fun about walking around naked, still dirty with the results of their fucking. He can understand a bit of the appeal of working at the maid cafe, having sex relatively often and then going back to waiting on customers in between. ]

[As Xiao Xingchen prepares to get out of bed and not waste the day just as he says, he starts by pulling off the body cage, leaving pink marks underneath. He tries to not think about why he feels so terribly empty already, even as he can look between his legs and see the same results of their fucking—it's more come and slick than he's ever seen at once before.

Turning away to look through Xue Yang's clothes, he doesn't find anything he can use right now... Xiao Xingchen isn't sure if he should be grateful that Xue Yang isn't constantly going about naked. (Yet.) He half-considers transforming back into his usual body—after all, if he is going to keep up this act around Xue Yang, he might be in this body so often he forgets which one is the one he spent all of his life until now with. Perhaps he can at least have his second body traveling around to make sure that doesn't happen.

He takes slow, steady steps, to ensure he doesn't give the appearance of limping. Once in the kitchen, he finds the apron he often used - still in the same spot as always - and swiftly puts it on. Though he doubts even a bit of hot oil popping onto his skin would make much difference. The apron does little to cover the many hickeys and pink impressions left by the body cage, and less so when he ties his hair up into a bun.]

Well... what would you like to eat? Wait—first of all, have you picked up anything to cook with since I was last here?

[ Xue Yang pauses and slowly turns one by one to each of the cabinets in the kitchen and even to the refrigerator as he mentally inventories the contents of the kitchen and what's changed since Xiao Xingchen left. ]

There might still be some of the stocked supplies left, but I think all the fresh things are probably drugged aside from the fish.

[ Without Xiao Xingchen around to make most of the chores worth doing, Xue Yang defaulted to harassing robots for his meals.

He finally turns to Xiao Xingchen and pauses for a moment, only noticing his appearance just now. His eyes roam the pink lines left behind from his outfit, the darkened hickeys that Xue Yang made himself, and finally fall to the mixed fluids on Xiao Xingchen's legs. ]

Daozhang... you look good.

[ There's not nearly as much smugness in the tone as one might normally expect. ]

[Xiao Xingchen wants to laugh at himself for still caring about it, but he keeps his eyes averted from Xue Yang as he moves about the kitchen. Whether the food is drugged or not—how does that matter now? Maybe it was even less of a problem before, when he lived in blissful ignorance with his nameless friend. Still, he can make himself go through the same motions, even if it's the ghost of the life they had before. The afterlife of a dream, perhaps...

Searching through the pantry and the refrigerator, he settles on something that's both sweet and easy to prepare. He learned how to make crepes filled with fruit in the cafe, and there ought to still be some preserves. As he gathers up the ingredients, he can't help a quiet scoff.]

I may be more of a mess now than I ever have been before. How could I look good?

[ Once Xiao Xingchen is clearly busying himself with the cooking and Xue Yang's cleaning of the dishware is done, he retreats to the edge of the kitchen where he can appreciate the view without being in the way. ]

It's because you're a mess that you look good. Haven't you ever had your dick buried in me and I'm moaning under you and you couldn't help thinking about how good I looked? It's like that. I look at you and I can easily think about how fun it is to fuck you.

[Xiao Xingchen prepares everything with practiced ease, already whisking the ingredients in a bowl as the pan heats. It's enough to distract him from the soreness he's already becoming more and more accustomed to. From now on, he's going to have to start picking up the food they need, thinking about their meals in advance.

Right now, this is simple enough. One foot in front of the other, doing what's in front of him until everything comes easily again.

Though that's more difficult when he has Xue Yang's words to contend with. As the image enters his mind, he stirs the batter a bit too hard as squeak escapes his lips. Some splatters onto his apron, other droplets landing on his skin. Not enough to ruin breakfast, but heavens, he's even more of a mess now. He isn't sure if it's better or not when he thinks of how that wouldn't be too different with that nameless friend...]

A reminder of past ventures inviting you for more, I take it.

[His voice only lowers to an embarrassed mumble because no amount of sex can do anything about his paper-thin face. Though that thought leads to another, making him curious enough to speak more clearly as he peers over his shoulder back at Xue Yang.]

Then what do you think of how I look when I'm in a more... presentable state?

[He can predict the answer for most people, so much so that he doesn't have to ask when he's usually told unprompted, but Xue Yang is different from most.]

[ That gives Xue Yang pause. It's a question that he's never thought to try to put words to, and the first one that comes to mind sounds so weird that it can't be right.

The struggle comes through on his face a bit as he tries to search through his unpoetic vocabulary to find something that feels like it fits right, but he keeps discarding one option after another. It shouldn't be this hard to just answer the question, right? And yet... he doesn't know. He doesn't know what his answer is, so after a too-long pause, his reply comes out with a hint of a questioning tone in it. ]

You look good like that too.

[ But it's a different "good", and he doesn't know how to wrap his head around what the difference is enough to put it into words. ]

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