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Tired of this human duet...

who: Jamie Dodger and YOU! (run.)
what: General catch-all with an open prompt that can be used for mingling.
when: June 25th through the end of July.
where: All over the place.
warnings: Dodger. ~~Lots of swearing, drug use, sex and violence.~~

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Lampyr is Here for You.

If anyone missed his commercial, or simply didn't want to respond to it, they may instead find his second marketing scheme. Around the city, usually hidden in alleyways, you may find a small display similar to sample trays in grocery stores. Each has a sign that says "DRINK ME" in a bright neon color, which matches the covered trays of drinks below it. Sketchy? Absolutely, but curiosity may take the better of you... or maybe you read the inscription on the table siting the tempting results of the liquid.

RED - ENRAGED LAMPYR: Feel as strong as an ox! Filled with bravery and fighting spirit! Defeat your foes without giving them a chance!
ORANGE - HONEST LAMPYR: Open up your inner emotions! Come to terms with startling truths! Share with others to learn their deepest secrets!
YELLOW - FEARFUL LAMPYR: Enhance your adrenaline! Give yourself goosebumps or share with enemies for a frightful surprise! Raise the stakes of night-time hide-and-seek!
GREEN - ENVIOUS LAMPYR: Test your social safety! Learn the intentions of others! Share with friends and lovers to learn their honest opinion of you!
BLUE - GRIEVING LAMPYR: Strengthen your bonds! Open the depths of your feelings! Instigate attachment with others!
PURPLE - AFFECTIONATE LAMPYR: Let go of your reservations! Accustom yourself with touch and social comfort! Become cuddly!

Each display also features a very crude drawing of a firefly showing the appropriate emotion, although it looks like a kindergartener drew it. One of these days Dodger will have to hire an artist. While your character will not see Dodger initially, he is watching from a nearby hiding place and will come to observe and mess with them if they take a sample, to see the effects of the drink.

The drink tastes spicy, savory, sour, bitter, sweet and minty respectively, although not particularly good regardless. They all have an aftertaste like cough syrup. Obviously the effects don't exactly match up with the claims; they simply give you a very strong form of that emotion, which may lead to side effects. Bloodlust, impulsive truths, paranoid hallucinations, a compulsive need to check your importance to others, uncontrollable crying, or a lovedrunk, affectionate stupor are respectively the most common side effects. Though the effects are strong, they are significantly lessened within an hour (when they stop entirely is up to the player) and the character will never do anything they are morally against.

While Dodger will generally try to speak to anyone who has inadvertently become a test subject, feel free to make open top-levels for others to come across your character in an affected state. Please assume that Dodger is watching them during their exchange, though, and any information passed between them is now known by him.

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[The scent of singed fabric makes Christian laugh and he places a palm on the center of Dodger's chest, pushing him back against the foot board of the bed. He lets the edge of teeth sting his lip and then goes back for another kiss, urging Dodger's mouth open so he can explore it, tracing the edge with his tongue when he sits up again.]

My ideas are always great. Careful, I do still need to wear this later. I don't have that many spares here.

[His fingers curl and stroke over Dodger's chest with blunt nails.]

Are you still trying to prove how good you are in bed? It looks like someone tried to beat you half to death and that's what you're worried about right now?

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I don't have to prove anything.

[He lets out a small pant of pleasure at the scratches on his chest, dragging Christian down for another kiss and twisting their tongues together for a short moment before he moves a bit too quickly, and has to lean back with a flinch of pain.]

Fuck... Look- I can do it, it's fine, I just- I need to not think, alright? [He grimaces slightly, leaning his head again against the foot board.] I need you to get me out of my head.

Okay. Nothing to prove.

[Christian gives in, agreeing with Dodger's insistence as he's distracted by the kiss. His eyes close as he returns it, his tongue sliding against the warmth of the other man's as his resolve slips. When he stops, his back straightens and he pushes his hips up against Dodger's abs, only to feel the man flinch as he moves under him. He takes a deep breath, trying to bring himself back into focus.]

Do you usually kiss people you happen to drop in on? I thought you didn't even mean to come here. I'm barely a healer and you want me to help you with stress?

Are you going to keep teasing me or just let me kiss you in peace?

[He doesn't want to explain his logic, he doesn't want to think in general. As his fingers move over Christian's back, pulling him closer, his nails leave trails of burns with them, almost like a sunburn. And then they slip down to grip the rim of his pants, tugging on them lightly.]

I want you to help me onto your bed, I want you to strip, and I want to fuck you. And if you mention me being hurt one more time I'll burn a hand print on your ass.

[It's not a real threat - in fact, it's whispered affectionately as his lips press against Christian's between clumps of words.]

[He hums in spite of himself. The heat burning into his back stings, but the pain only serves to emphasize the pleasure he gets when Dodger pulls him close and whispers what he wants against Christian's lips. He moans, arousal starting to make him lightheaded and uncomfortable in his clothes. He sucks on the edge of Dodger's bottom lip, eyelids lowering as he presses close.]

I guess that means you have to get up.

[Christian closes the short distance and gives Dodger another deep, demanding kiss. This time he's eager, a smile forming as he pulls back with one hand splayed across Dodger's chest. He uses that to push himself to his feet, teasingly, like he's going to keep the man on the floor.]

What did you say before? You're the best lay around?

[A slow breath escapes Dodger's mouth as he watches Christian, just sort of blown away by his luck here. Yeah, sure, he might have a concussion or something, but just look at what he got as compensation.]

Something like that.

[He sits up a bit, wincing at the effort but hiding it as best he can, as he reaches up for Christian to help him up. He's a little less confident in the moment, if only because his body and particularly his abdomen aches every time he moves too suddenly, but he'll say anything he needs to for the end goal of rolling around naked with this man.]

[On some level Christian knows Dodger has to be hurting. He's a little less used to normal human pain these days, after spending so much time with spirits and psychics who can heal themselves, but even they have their limits. He can see the deep bruises and the way Dodger flinches when he moves. Christian bends down to hoist him up, putting one arm behind his back and stroking his torso with the other, casting the soothing energy over him. It's not like more experienced healing spells, but he shares his own energy to at least dull some of the ache as he leads Dodger to the bed.]

We could just lie down. I could get you more tea...

[He's pretty much lost his resolve, but at least he does try to offer an alternative. Even if his fingers slip under the waistband of Dodger's pants as he gets him to the mattress.]

How did you make that heat?

[He's almost annoyed at the comment, but the fingers slipping into his pants get a huff of laughter out of him, and he reaches to drag Christian onto the bed with him, even as he has to hold back a groan of pain.]

I told you I'll burn you if you start talking like that. I'm fine.

[At the question, his skin flashes warm for a second, not an uncomfortable heat but definitely warmer than someone with a fever would have. And after that second it's gone, replaced by the generally warmer body temperature he always has.]

Mutant DNA. Is that really important right now?

[He goes willingly, climbing onto the bed after Dodger and pulling his shirt over his head. He lets it drop off the side, forgotten before it hits the floor, and pushes Dodger with one hand so he lies back against the blankets.]

I know you're fine. You said that. I want you to feel good.

[Christian lets the energy he's channeling into his hand wash over Dodger's body, focusing on pleasure and a gentle warmth, like a comfortable bath that he can guide over the bruises and ease the tension Dodger always seems to have under his cool attitude. He kneels on the bed and runs his fingers over Dodger's ribs, tickling the skin with a smile.]

Maybe I'm asking because I like it. Do my questions bother you that much? I just want to get to know you a little.

[He takes a deep breath as Christian's hands move over him, and it comes out shaky from quiet arousal. His fingers trace over Christian's back again, leaving more light burns in lines along his skin.]

I just don't wanna talk science with a shirtless man on my lap...

[His fingers twitch a bit, as he props his head up a bit to watch him. God, that is a good sight. His expression turns to one of genuine fascination as his gaze follows the smaller man's movements.]

Fuck, I could watch you for hours. [Did he say that out loud? W h o o p s.]

[He'll feel those burns later, but Christian thinks that this isn't the worst thing that could happen. He didn't expect anyone to just show up today and say that they wanted to fuck him out of the blue, and it has been a long time. He arches his back as the fingers trace over his skin, a moan escaping him as he undoes the fly of his jeans and straddles Dodger's thighs, leaning forward to give him a brief, affectionate kiss.]

Is it science? It feels like magic. The way I think dragons might have felt at one point.

[He smiles lazily, one hand threading fingers through Dodger's hair to ruffle it.]

I'm sort of surprised you see me at all. I'm not used to this much attention.

No such thing as magic.

[He does appreciate being compared to a dragon, though, and that gets a chuckle out of him. Dodger props himself up with some effort, pulling Christian into another kiss before sucking briefly on a choice spot of his neck.]

Little more than that, I'd say... you caught my interest. [He presses a kiss to Christian's collarbone, before submitting to his injuries and laying back to watch him.] If you want attention, I guess you'll just have to stick around me.

You can't say that.

[The protest is quiet and said with amusement, followed by a soft hum as Dodger kisses him and leaves him distracted. He curls finger around the man's bicep as he tilts his head back, letting Dodger kiss his collarbone and neck until he finally lies back. The noise he makes is disappointed, but he wets his lips and keeps his eyes on Dodger as he lifts his hands to his own torso, running the palms down his sides. Panting, he pushes his jeans halfway down his thighs and stops there.]

I guess I'll stick around a little longer. Who else is going to clean you up?

[Dodger gives him a lazy grin at that, his hands tracing shamelessly over Christian's skin. He finally bothers to pull his own shirt off, revealing a star of baphomet tattoo on his chest, and a necklace with a sun charm that tends to stay hidden under his shirt.]

I've got my ways... but trust me, this is much better.

[While he's still up from getting his shirt off, he presses another kiss to Christian's lips, before yanking his underwear down.]

You're gonna win a fucking medal for how slow you get your clothes off.

[ When Dodger removes his shirt, Christian's eyes go to the tattoo across his chest, taking in the lines and then resting on the charm before he looks back to the man's eyes. He's only distracted from the sight by the kiss, laughing softly when he complains about Christian's pace. ]

You're just being impatient. If you rush too much you'll wear yourself out before you get any.

[ There's a softness in the way he says it, conceding to the pressure and stripping off his jeans and underwear together. Despite getting into regular scraps, he doesn't have the map of scars that Dodger has. Spirits generally injure the soul more than the body. Christian is sporting some bruises, but none seem particularly distinct. He kicks his clothes to the floor, settling into sitting on his thigh and leaning forward to press his mouth to Dodger's chest. His tongue traces the edge of the star as Christian reaches around to stroke the curve of his bare ass. ]

It'd be nice to win something, anyway.

[Dodger does take his time observing Christian, now that he officially has his prize of the man who's puzzled him these last few months naked on his lap. Really, it's a shame he didn't make a move sooner, but that's how it goes.

His fingers trace over Christian's bare skin, his chest and his stomach and along his thighs, tracing back up to his back so Dodger can pull him down and suck a mark onto his neck.]

The faster you get your lips around my cock, the less we have to worry about me wearing myself out. [He playfully ruffles Christian's hair as he lets him go, reaching down to pull his own pants and boxers off and kick them off with some effort.] Maybe afterward we can have a nice chat... I did say I'd tell you about me if you let me fuck you.

You haven't told me anything yet. How do I know you'll do it after you get what you want?

[ The question ends in a quiet hum. Christian is still panting from the feeling of having Dodger run his hands over him and suck on his neck. Once he's stripped down, Christian runs his hands up Dodger's thighs, letting one slip between his legs to stroke him with a few slow tugs. ]

And you'll still wear yourself out. That's the plan, right?

Because I'm a man of my word.. and you're just gonna have to trust me.

[He lets out a pant of pleasure as he pulls him closer for another kiss, another twist of tongues together.]

The plan... is to get so wrapped up in you I forget how I got here.

[He doesn't even mean how he physically got the twelfth floor... the best thing about sex is that it quiets the residual impulses and memories left from years and years of torture and pain. For a half an hour or so, he'll get to enjoy the bliss of total silence in his head.]

Hurry up, you're killing me.

[ The word trust is almost too funny. Obviously Dodger doesn't know him because he's throwing that out, but from what Christian has seen of the man already, he definitely isn't the kind of man that people usually trust. Christian gives him a lopsided grin and sinks into the kiss, making it needy and a little filthy as he runs his tongue over Dodger's. Then he sits back, sliding his hands down the front of the other man's body and slips all the way down, mouth finding the side of Dodger's dick. ]

Damn, you're demanding.

[ There's a breathy laugh as he teases him with lips and tongue. ]

If you want it that bad, you didn't have to come all the way up here for it.

Then next time I'll bother you to come down to my room...

[His voice is rough and breathy, as he props himself up on his elbows to watch the absolutely gorgeous sight of Christian's lips pressing against his cock. His fingers twitch as he watches him, impatiently muttering quiet profanities just to handle the teasing. God, it's like he wants him to suffer.]

C'mon, hurry up before I just shove it down your throat...

[Is he actually pleading? Yes. Yes he is.]

Just don't strangle me.

[ Which is all he says before slipping his lips around Dodger's cock and pushing forward, taking him down as far as he can. He waits, pulls back so that his mouth closes over the head of his cock and Christian can twirl his tongue around the tip, then goes down again, all the way to the root, just to prove to his friend that he can. It takes effort, and he's not as good as he wants to be, which is a funny thought. But after a few seconds, Christian has one hand on Dodger's hip, using it for support so he can keep moving down the length of Dodger's dick with a faster, shallow rhythm. He hums around him, giving in to the pleading. ]

[It may not be masterful, but it's the best Dodger's gotten since coming to Riverview. Good enough that he lets out a guttural noise of pleasure as he watches Christian take him to the hilt, his fist clenching on the bedsheets as he watches him and pants in approval.]

Fuck... fuck, you look fucking beautiful like that...

[He can't help it, complements are always easiest to give when someone's pleasuring him. He's doing his best not to buck up, or grip Christian's head and hold him down, so he should be commended for that... but the twitches in his hips betray that he's far from patient with this.]

[ Christian whimpers, an eager, desperate noise as he moves his hand from the edge of Dodger's thigh to close around his cock, rubbing his palm up the base where his mouth doesn't reach and sliding all the way up when he pulls back, running it right back down as he takes him in again. His fingers cup beneath Dodger's balls, teasing them with small massages and light brushes as he takes him deep into his throat again, eyes closed, pushing himself inch by inch as far as he can stand it. When he has to pull back again, he's panting, running the flat of his tongue over the hard, wet heat of Dodger's body so he can continue to give him pleasure. He has to shift his weight to keep his balance, sucking on Dodger's cock until his lips slip off of him a few times, then going down on him again, moaning a note through his nose. ]

[By the sound of it, Dodger guesses Christian is enjoying it as much as he is. And while he tends to look down on people that enjoy giving... he can't complain about what he's being given at all. At that latest moan he loses his self-control, one of his hands burying in Christian's hair and urging him to move faster, bob deeper, at the cost of his comfort. Vaguely, he knows it's a selfish action, but he's used to using people for sex and the purpose of blowjob is his own pleasure. It's become a thoughtless habit.]

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