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TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES

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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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N A V I G A T I O N

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Aren't I always careful, daozhang?

[ No. No he's not.

But he shifts very slightly to get a good angle as he reaches down. When Xue Yang slips a finger inside he doesn't bother with a shallow touch to start out: Xiao Xingchen obviously would have handled whatever there was to be done there already. Instead he reaches deep inside and curls his finger to catch what fluid he can there, then slowly pulls it out. If anything, his touch is too slow. Though it seems like he's being helpful, he's certainly pressing against Xiao Xingchen's walls a little more than he needs to be doing to accomplish his goal. Little by little he scoops more liquid out to draw more reactions from Xiao Xingchen. ]

[Indeed, Xiao Xingchen doesn't have to answer that.

But Xue Yang's fingers moving inside so quickly is unexpected, and despite his bracing himself, he feels the air pushed out from his lungs with a moan that betrays his surprise. As Xue Yang's fingers - a slightly rougher texture than his own - rub against the sore walls, they flutter more wildly than ever before, all too sensitive. When the fingers rub into that spot, he feels it far more than his own fingers, and even an "incidental" touch makes him jump and cry out as heat shoots through all of him. The leg he's holding up tries to find purchase on the slippery glass door as it trembles.

Despite his choice influenced by his arousal, he starts to doubt if he should let this continue. This is before they even have any aphrodisiac food for today, he notes with some panic. His body may never have any rest at this rate...

Of course, his body would try to again make that choice for him, and start trying to lower on Xue Yang's fingers. He fights against the impulse, but he can't stop his hips from giving a few quick, shallow bounces. His now-free hand flies to Xue Yang's wrist, holding it in a light grip, as if unsure if he wants to stop him of encourage him.]

[ He loves the way Xiao Xingchen squeezes around him. Xue Yang has to decide if he wants to turn this sexual already, or pretend he's doing this just to be helpful.

The fact that he's having difficulty getting hard is what decides for him, and he wraps his free arm around Xiao Xingchen's waist to hold him steady. ]

It's alright, daozhang. I won't drop you.

[ His voice is sincere and mocking in equal measure. He lets his hand pause with Xiao Xingchen's hand grabbing it, but then he continues, working even more slowly now. ]

[The words are enough to incense Xiao Xingchen slightly, face burning enough to dizzy him. But as Xue Yang's fingers continue to work, he continues to squirm, breath quickening as the fingertips rub into delicate walls. The slowness could almost pass as a desire to be gentle, but even knowing that Xue Yang doesn't want to hurt him, he still knows better.

Still, it doesn't matter what Xue Yang makes of it.

For a moment, he considers taking Xue Yang's hand and pushing his fingers deeper inside, as fast as he would when using a toy. If Xue Yang wants to be so helpful, he could service him in that way. But there comes a point when Xue Yang is having too much fun at once...

Breathless, he murmurs:]

There, t-that... should be enough.

[He tries to pull out of Xue Yang's grip, pulling at his hand to take it out while he tries to get to his feet. It's not like he's being too inconsiderate—he can feel Xue Yang's lack of erection against him.]

Alright, daozhang.

[ He lets his hand come back out, then wraps his arm around Xiao Xingchen to join his other for a moment. There's no particular meaning to the gesture. ]

That means it's my turn to get clean, right? Let's trade places then.

[ He stops holding Xiao Xingchen and starts to shift behind him so they can get around each other in the small space. ]

[Xiao Xingchen lets out another scoff, trembling with his breath while he tries to steady himself as he stands.

Even if being held from behind sparks a different kind of warmth in him, he has to bat down those thoughts. As with many things he does, the affection isn't out of true affection—it only happens to mess with him when he's already out of sorts.]

Isn't it easier for you by yourself...?

[Still, he sidles around the side of the shower to stand where Xue Yang did. Perhaps it's only right for him to help when asked, even if this is all just benefiting Xue Yang further.]

That's less fun.

[ He gives a slight bump backwards of his ass towards Xiao Xingchen, grinning over his shoulder. ]

Like this, you can even stick your fingers in my ass while I clean my front if you want. Do you think you can get me hard?

[ It's hard to tell how much he's teasing and how much he's serious, but Xue Yang soon starts to clean himself off either way.

It feels a little odd to be stroking himself and not getting hard easily, but he's in a good enough mood that he doesn't mind it. ]

[Xiao Xingchen gives a look back up at Xue Yang.]

I think that I will allow you a little more rest, for I would not wish to wear you down too much.

[Leaning against Xue Yang's back, his fingers sweep gently over Xue Yang's inner thighs as the water washes over them. Perhaps his usual nature keeps him from being anything close to harsh, but it could also help in not unintentionally arousing him.]

[ The laughter that meets that is easy, the carefree laughter that he's made so many times before. Xue Yang hasn't even thought about what it means to be this comfortable with someone, and on some level he actually doesn't want to think about it too deeply. But it's so easy to tease Xiao Xingchen a little and back off again, to say something and have it not mean much, to touch him or hold him just because it feels good to.

Even when he's too exhausted to get wound up again, the touch from both of them feels nice. Xue Yang slowly coaxes the excess of fluid from his cock and abdomen, letting Xiao Xingchen take care of his legs somewhat.

He doesn't want to think about any of it too deeply. ]

[Xiao Xingchen smooths his hands against whatever else he can reach, absently tracing over the scars and the lines of his muscles as he moves downwards.

In the moments that pass in silence, his thoughts stray towards Xue Yang and the life that he must have lived. From Xue Yang's reaction to the question before, he certainly doesn't want to tell him any more about it, but Xiao Xingchen finds himself curious once again.

Maybe in time, he'll hear more. After all, he's not living with a disguise, but the actual Xue Yang, with less and less to hide.]

Is that clean enough? Most of it didn't end up on you, after all.

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[ It pulls Xue Yang out of his own head, not lost in thought so much as slightly numbed to the idea of thinking entirely. There's something easy to just letting this be what it is. ]

Probably. Is the food ready now? It's nice in here; we should stay until we can eat.

[ Though he's already salivating at the thought of having the breakfast that Xiao Xingchen prepared for the both of them, and the excitement and renewed libido that the aphrodisiac in it is sure to give both of them. ]

[Xiao Xingchen goes over how long they've taken so far.]

We may need to wait just a little longer. Here, let's do this then.

[Getting a little more clean while they're here can't hurt, even it won't last. After a night like that, he's fairly sure it got into their hair as well.

He takes some of the shampoo in a bottle on a little shelf in the shower and pours some into his hand. With a pleasant, invigorating scent, Xiao Xingchen can only hope that this isn't also full of aphrodisiac. Distributing it between his hands, he reaches up and slips his fingers into Xue Yang's hair, rubbing his scalp lightly as he spreads the light lather.]

[ Xue Yang isn't expecting those fingers to go into his hair instead of Xiao Xingchen washing his own, and it suddenly occurs to him that they've never actually done this before. All those times that they've showered together he'd already be hard by now, and soon one or the other of them would be held up or pressed against the wall as they resumed fucking.

He's never really been attended to like this before, with the calm patience that Xiao Xingchen always has. The closest that he'd had was... back in the Jin sect, maybe? When he'd been forced to look a bit more presentable for one reason or another, and back then the grooming had been met with resistance at every step. Xue Yang has never actually... relaxed like this, for something like this.

Xiao Xingchen's fingers in his hair are gentle, soothing, and he wonders for a moment if he can doze off standing up in the shower. But what happens in the end isn't dozing off at all: little by little his focus slips, until it's as if he's disconnected from the world almost entirely. The feeling of Xiao Xingchen grooming him drown out everything else, even the feeling of the water cascading down the rest of his body. He's experienced something like this once before, but he doesn't realize it, doesn't remember it, and isn't even thinking enough to realize something odd is happening.

All there is is Xiao Xingchen's touch. ]

[Xiao Xingchen works the shampoo all the way to the ends of his hair, pleases with his own work as he looks over the wet and glossy strands. Combing out the lather to help wash out the hair, his fingers brush along his scalp to the hair behind the ears and down to the nape of his neck.

Satisfied as the shower washes away the last of the lather, Xiao Xingchen hums a bit as he picks up the shampoo bottle and starts the same process with his own hair. Even if this was his nameless friend, he wouldn't go out of his way to ask for help like this, and especially not after Xue Yang has... "helped" enough already.

As the pitter of the water drops against their skin continues, he's combing through his hair with his fingers when he notices something odd.

He asks with some suspicion:]

... Are you alright?

[ Xue Yang doesn't react even once Xiao Xingchen stops, instead standing under the water motionlessly as if waiting for something. It's only with that question that his mind starts to process again, responding slowly at first.

Suddenly he blinks, eyes focusing again, and it takes him a moment to regain awareness of his surroundings. He's... in their shower, right, that's not a surprise. Xiao Xingchen is still behind him. But there's a weird, floaty feeling all throughout his body that wasn't there a moment ago, and he doesn't know where it came from or what it is.

He doesn't respond to the question because he didn't even really hear it in the first place. ]

[Despite himself, Xiao Xingchen begins to worry. Never has Xue Yang been so quiet or still for long while he's awake. He always has to do or say something, from what Xiao Xingchen has observed. Somehow, this reminds him of those robots when they're not doing anything...

The last of the shampoo washes out of his hair before he speaks up again.]

Xue Yang?

Hm? What is it, daozhang?

[ He turns, all traces of his lingering confusion gone from his face. Xue Yang only barely noticed his own spacing out, so it doesn't seem like the sort of thing Xiao Xingchen would have noticed either.

He does subtly run his thumb across his fingers though, feeling the slight tingle that's almost but not quite like the pricking sensation of circulation returning. The water feels a bit warmer than it did before, too. ]

Perhaps you are still tired.

[Xue Yang was expending more of the energy throughout the night, Xiao Xingchen supposes. He might have not slept long enough. At least it makes more sense than anything else, so he continues, wiping the last of the shampoo bubbles off of his skin.]

By the time we're dressed, the batter should have rested.

[Though he remembers his search earlier and remembers that he has to ask:]

... Do you even have any other clothes to dress yourself with?

What's that supposed to mean?

[ He murmurs it mostly to himself as he steps out of the shower and sets about drying himself off. He's not particularly thorough about it, even leaving his hair alone to air dry. ]

I have two sets of clothes, and those weird robes from the dicks festival if I need something else. Why?

[After stepping outside, Xiao Xingchen lightly pats himself down with a nearby towel, diligently drying himself off when he turns and sees Xue Yang not doing that. With a light sigh, he turns and reaches up to pat Xue Yang's hair down as well.

Might as well tidy him up some more, now that he's started.]

Last night is the only time... anything like that will happen. [He moves around to smooth the towel down the hair by Xue Yang's face.] I also must borrow some clothes of yours. What you gave me yesterday needs to be washed, and I can't walk about in the city like that again, either...

[ Xue Yang lets him do it, though his expression betrays a hint of surprise and confusion about it.

He's quickly distracted by the declaration though, and drops his gaze to Xiao Xingchen's body. Warmed by the shower as it is, his skin is flushed enough that the marks from the outfit are almost completely gone, but Xue Yang can still imagine what it looked like. ]

I can get you something else from the shop if you'd like. Or you can walk out of here wearing my clothes if you like that better.

[ ... Would it be transformed to match his current form while he's still the nameless friend and Xiao Xingchen is wearing it, or would it change back to match his normal form? He's never really considered that. ]

[Once sufficiently dry and seeing that Xue Yang is as well, Xiao Xingchen takes the robe and pulls it around himself, tucking it in around his chest.

He turns to the door to head to the room.]

... The festival robes will trouble you the least, I suppose.

[As he says this, however, the towel loosens and nearly falls off before be catches it.

Hopefully it's not as bad with that fabric. He at least guesses those clothes at least don't rely too much on the form of the individual... though he had only passed through rather than stayed to pay much attention to everything.]

[ Xue Yang almost goes to catch the towel himself (of course not with the intention of returning it) but Xiao Xingchen is faster. Alas.

He's not going to go get the mentioned clothes himself right away, of course. If Xiao Xingchen isn't going out just yet, there's no need for him to get dressed. (Well, there's no need for that anyway, but his face apparently isn't thick enough even after all this time.)

There's a slight odd chill as he steps out of the bathroom, enough that he suppresses a shiver, but it's gone quickly. ]

Daozhang, you should bring your extra clothes back here, since you're going to be living here again.

[It isn't as if Xiao Xingchen had forgotten, but Xue Yang reminding him still makes him slow in his steps.

Even if he has a slightly clearer mind to think, he still doesn't regret his choice. Living like this won't be that different. It's easier than being alone or causing trouble for anyone else, and he might even prefer a life of having someone to take care of over wandering around aimlessly. He ignores the idea of being taken care of or whatever Xue Yang is more competent at—anything like that has been Xue Yang simply serving himself, surely.

As he's told himself, none of what he does here changes who he really is.

Xue Yang isn't terrible to live with, at least.]

I don't have much to bring.

[He does have a few outfits that he wouldn't use at the cafe, but...

Just as he's about to search through Xue Yang's sparse closet, he remembers something.]

Do you still have what I wore the last time I was here?

[ Xue Yang pauses for a moment, the question making recognition light up on his expression. ]

Oh, yeah. I left it where you store your clothes for you.

[ He just hasn't looked there since doing so, and so it had completely slipped his mind. ]

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