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MINGLE 001

MINGLE 001: FOOD, FUN, FUCKING

Guests are 'gently encouraged' by enforcer robots to gather into what appears to be a central gathering place in the middle of the settlement area. Attendance is quite mandatory. Once everyone has gathered, holographic emitters kick on and display... static. Loudspeakers tell the captive audience to prepare for an important announcement, and moments later a proper but mechanical voice chimes in:

Greetings, organisms! R̷e̶j̸o̴i̴c̷e̸, for the portents foresee a time of glorious providence! We have recorded your actions a̵n̸d̵ ̴o̸u̶r̵ ̵c̶a̵p̸a̷b̷i̴l̸i̷t̵i̶e̸s̶ ̴have upgraded accordingly! The fabricator general automata grant you a boon, and shall provide much glamorous f̷i̶x̴t̶u̶r̶e̴s̷ ̴to aid in your future acts. Frolic and make merrily, all!

To honor your contributions and celebrate your arrival, you will be invited to attend our first sultry salacious soiree. Join your fellow chosen and f̵u̶l̵f̴i̵l̸l̵ ̵y̸o̷u̶r̷ ̷f̸u̴n̴c̷t̷i̶o̶n̶!

And with that, the display ends and characters are allowed to go as they please.

Upon returning, characters now find that dormant manufacturing robots have been reactivated, and will accept requests to build certain household fixtures, i.e., bedding, couches, loveseats. Because who wants to bang on a dusty cot, right? The quality will not be high. Imagine low-end IKEA. Build quality also varies dramatically and seems to depend on how old and corrupted the machine is. (As with all things in this world, quality is improved with intimate acts.)

But what is this celebration you've been invited to? That much is simple as sin. It's a mechanically sponsored party. Of particular note to hungry newcomers will be a fully stocked banquet ample spirits and naturally, a dedicated area for an all-out orgy. It's a good old-fashioned party, Roman style!

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These are no hospital rations. This is a full-fledged feast. It's no less dangerous, though.
Naturally, the robots have seen fit to add a little bit "extra." Some offerings are entirely innocuous, while others have bevy of effects that you'll soon discover.

You may find yourself only able to speak the truth, or maybe after one bite you find yourself instantly smitten with the next person you see. Some foods incite obedience, others rebellion. And some... well, you can't have an orgy without some good, old-fashioned aphrodisiac.

The music has been modulated to change the way you think. Of course it's electro-synth, what else would robots play?

Slower music induces sleep; maybe you fall into a cuddle-puddle with some of your fellow kidnappees. Faster music encourages you to dance. And some music? That's what upstairs is for.

Speaking of upstairs, what's an orgy without the orgy? You may find yourself auspiciously able to fill your decadent A5 squares. In a large room that seems unusually renovated, as if the robots had given it special attention just for this day, a floor covered in pillows awaits the beast with two backs. No one is turned away, and those attending will get a notification from their devices that they have received... additional credits? What could this mean?

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[ Surprises are the bane of Gjallarhorn's existence, evidently. So leveraging information is perhaps the most ugly of Lelouch's skillset in turn. Those he can't persuade with his conviction alone, he invariably blackmails.

The monologue he's treated to is strange, tilted as it is into emotionlessness but with passion still coming through. But it's more than suitable for his needs as far as charisma and a disparity between what Vidar says and how he frames even his praise of McGillis Fareed is concerned. As long as Suzaku doesn't show all of their cards at once, they've got the upper hand. Neither of them can be extorted if they're in a position that holds anyone with the means of conquest firmly in check. This game, for now, is done.

Both of us have extensive combat experience, though he is the better pilot.

Thanks, Vidar. ]

I'll save it. [ Lelouch says it with the same distance and caution he'd exuded at the very beginning of their conversation, each word a struck chord. ] I'm taken with you, so I'd appreciate a reason to talk with you again. You can contact me here.

[ Lelouch flashes his bracelet to display his username, the glint of the metal catching the light. ]

This is just a recommendation, but avoid revealing anything too damning over the line. Sharing details on this world is best kept in-person until we know what we're working against. [ Ever the cooperative air. That said, Lelouch will extend his hand for the pen and that card. Time to fulfill what he owes Vidar. ] For now, show me what you'd like me to do.

[ He'll do anything for a cheap ballpoint that also happens to write in blue. What a sad state of affairs. ]

Taken with me, huh.

Well, there are worse people you can be with.

[ such as certain brigadier generals, for that matter.

he does give a thoughtful hum at lelouch saving his question, because he thinks it's prudent to do so. there are many ways that line of questioning could've gone down after his response, and vidar can predict how well or badly he'll answer them in turn. he makes a note to remember Lelouch's username, after, nodding: ] Your suggestion is noted. You can find me under "Vidar" on the network.

[ he feels no need to modify it since it's not his real name, anyhow.

after that, he hands him his pen, and shows him the card. ]

How's your discipline?

As this will be transactional, I'm not really interested in anything strenuous. But I can guide you through if need be.

[ Yeah, how about that.

Lelouch scans a bingo card that matches his in depravity, fully expecting some truly lascivious request. But it's so tame, if incredibly unfitting, given that he's lived his life in opposition to such a tenet. Still, it's something he'd asked for, and straightening, his voice stays brisk. ]

I'm the worst person to ask, but I don't have any complaints.

[ Here's the kicker: ]

You will need to guide me through it. I only have a rudimentary idea of what this would entail. [ Though he's just as haughty and irreverent as always, sliding the pen into his pocket. ] Would you mind if we take this to a private venue?

[ As much as he'd love to be seen debasing himself on a rooftop, Lelouch's modesty drives him to these absurd lengths, asking for discretion in all things. Please understand. ]

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Are you? Well, if nothing else -- we'll make it interesting.

[ such haughtiness. but there's no hesitation on it, and vidar just regards him carefully as he takes in his request. privacy is fine, not everyone can be as shameless as he'd been in the orgy anyway. ]

Do you have a place in mind?

So that's the game we're playing.

[ Helps to phrase it like that, like this is some kind of idle diversion. His ascent from death itself hasn't cured him of his fussiness. Lelouch is antsy to move, antsier to turn. ]

No. Further into this building is fine, if you have no preference.

[ He'll lead the way in himself. The building is as gutted and decrepit as everything else in this place, barring any signs of life. The silhouette his figure casts standing in the center of the room is a morose one. ]

[ he'll follow. if he hadn't been here in this building he'd think he was out to get him killed. that's still a possibility, but all the same, they're only here for sex. it's just a terrible place to be with someone. and outside of the effects of the party, establishing a mood is a lot more difficult than it is.

no matter. they'll just have to make do.

vidar sits on one of the robots' ikea chairs, flimsy and looking like it'll barely support his weight, let alone two, though lelouch doesn't look like he's got enough meat in him. he takes off his mask --

-- it is not a disappointing face. though much older, and with scars all over, vidar offers him a genial smile in a charming tone. ]

Come on over, then.

[ No preeminent plans to disable Vidar with his gun remain; he has only one full clip, and nothing more. They've reconciled, otherwise, and there's no need to shoot someone who's so willing to assist him with information-gathering. But glancing back in Vidar's direction, he's taken aback by the scar.

It's so bright where it overtakes his face, vicious and marring in its own right, and Lelouch is frozen in place for all of a moment. Then he steps close; skinny as a rail, a little sallow-faced as always. Sleepless as well, but then he's always been an insomniac by nature. ]

What should I... ?

[ Despite all the atrocities he's wrought, he really is just a boy, gazing uncertainly between the chair Vidar's lounging on and the ground. Is he supposed to bring over another seat? ]

[ ah, so instruction's begun.

vidar extends a hand to him, very much inviting the little lord to come closer. his voice is soft and gentle as he takes his hand. ]

The basics of it are the same -- you've seen it, doubtless, in a hundred thousand films and shows. We begin with a kiss, and move on from there.

I won't claim to be an expert, but I promise I'll take it slow with you. Anytime you want to stop, just let me know.

[ onto his lap, then. like a good little lord. ]

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[ Clearly there's been some severe mismatch as far as how either of them define discipline. What is this. ]

I know full well what a kiss entails.

[ His voice is that much more sullen. The pitfalls of youth. Lelouch is attempting desperately to recall the girls that've kissed him while he was alive and those that came after, but all of them were provoking or provoked. Nothing that came with the exactness of permission. There's nothing he can compare this toward, lowering himself to sit on his lap.

Rather than scald himself further under the hot recriminatory sun known as judgment, he leans in and takes Vidar's lips for himself. It's a fumbling, inelegant, even chaste move on his part, noses briefly brushing; Lelouch is a supremely bad kisser, but he doesn't lack in initiative, eyes closed and face tipped to one side to better frame their mouths together. ]

[ vidar smiles at just how awkward he fumbles that.

he lets him do it for a heartbeat until he stops him, gently, by tilting his chin back and pressing his thumb against his mouth. ]

Let me take the lead. Then follow.

[ he holds him on his waist, pulling him flush against his body. vidar leans up and kisses him -- soft, slow, heated, conducting himself with restraint as he relishes him in all intimacy. he kisses him in a way that would make him feel he's his lover. he's considerate and allows lelouch to to kiss back, but for the most part, vidar takes control.

against his mouth, vidar murmurs, ] Try.

[ The disparity between them is nerve-wracking, indulgently gnawing away at him as far as it concerns experience. Dying a virgin tends to instigate that sort of awful, moody overreaction. But beneath every minor slight is a consolation, and his teeth audibly click together when Vidar pulls back enough to kiss his words again.

Relenting to one short, choppy nod when he doesn't trust himself to speak— jarred slightly as he reorients himself on his lap— Lelouch leans in again, fingers firm about Vidar's shoulders.

This time around he's slower with his trespasses, a facsimile of what's been demonstrated. It's a liplock distinctly the work of an amateur, but there's more of himself this time around: more finicky, more obliging. A concerted effort on his part to quell the anxiousness spilling its way down his spine. ]

[ better. could be better, but a lot better than his earlier efforts, and for that vidar praises him with the way his hands greedily touch from his waist down to his thigh, shifting from top to the inner thigh and back and up to his waist, keeping him still. lelouch will quickly figure out what the rule of the game is: move, but only when told. take, and copy. vidar is a quiet mentor, patient with his faults, and where lelouch is good he he gets rewarded well, and when he does badly, vidar corrects it.

vidar breaks their kiss, still holding onto his chin to murmur, ] Part your lips slightly -- let me taste you.

[ he'll take him through it, one onslaught to another, and if his anxiety has rendered him mute, well, vidar is only patient enough and relentless enough to break that silence with his mouth, coaxing lelouch to give in. ]

... Do you have to say everything so shamelessly?

[ Should've known he'd face retaliation someday, now surrounded by incorrigible perverts instead of passing on properly. But Lelouch is a war criminal and emotionally-repressed stick in the mud besides, and he's keen enough to take what's been given, if nothing else.

His breath slows to a crawl, prying open his own jaw where he'd much sooner snap it shut from sheer embarrassment. Give or take a moment and his resolve to continue reasserts itself as Lelouch tentatively presses his tongue... right up against the back of his teeth.

Damn it. He should've asked Suzaku for pointers. Too late for that now. ]

[ a slight laugh -- ] I thought I was being polite.

Be patient. I'll teach you.

[ vidar, ever-patient, shows him how to use that sharp tongue of his, best suited to being teased and coaxed. as with all other gestures he starts off slow, just to make sure lelouch understands it; breaks the kiss to let him breathe, and then resumes again, thoroughly fucking his mouth to let him know just how it should be done.

his other hand moves down to grip his ass, pulling his thighs flush against his crotch as vidar grinds nice and slow against his body. he enjoys him a lot, and is appreciative of every good turn lelouch does, grinding up against his hips as he continues to kiss him. ]

[ why has every sexually-charged encounter he's had thus far involved people teaching him how to fuck, this does a number on his pride

Anyways, any complaints Lelouch has with this kind of arrangement are pushed down into the depths of his soul as soon as he's tugged down. His composure in this equation of two can stay catatonic; instead, he's going to relish in meeting inch for inch in the kind of perversity that involves subject Vidar to his ass, rutting harshly into him.

He can be patient. He can also lick his way to that mouth to the clumsy, ill-gotten detriment indicative of a little lord with a big, big ego.

Allowing Vidar to patiently instruct him is one thing, one he obliges even now. But discipline that borders on lasciviousness begets reprisal, a trait Lelouch boasts in spades. Have fun with that. ]

[ ah. what an impatient brat.

vidar pauses his kiss, because of that, and gives him a wry smile. ]

Looks like you're ready.

The next part of the game goes like this:

For this session, you will call me 'sir', Lelouch. [ he tugs on his shirt open, finger gently forcing the buttons to undo themselves on his body. ] With everything you say. You follow, and obey.

Otherwise, nothing continues and neither of us will get that square marked off.

[ Ah, he's feeling played, and a touch frustrated for it. Lelouch is also feeling incredibly thirsty after being worked up to his extent purely by virtue of being played, and these two sides are point-blank irreconcilable with him right now, flush over Vidar's lap like a deck of cards.

So don't mind him laughing, the sound welling up sounding so absurd, a far call from his modesty when his temper's cranked up this high. It's like the comedy routine of a villain, the way he just kind of slingshots into theatrics. A regular Machiavellian prince. Someone's spent an inordinate amount of time running around playing vigilante while looking like Daft Punk.

A game is Lelouch's forte through and through, pressing his hand flat to Vidar's newly bared sternum like this is merely one drawn-out chess match. ]

Don't underestimate me if you want to take your bet seriously. [ And then, imperiously digging the sharps of his knees into the side of Vidar's ribs: ] Sir.

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[ but vidar only takes his hand and kisses the back of it, gently. ]

It's not a competition, Lelouch. And I'm not here to ruin your day.

[ that's not his style, and anyway, he sucks at all that scheming shit. that's the territory of unruly blonds. ]

At the end of this session I'm taking care of you, too. Rest assured.

[ and so he goes back to his work, gently spreading his thighs against his body and pulling him down firmly against his crotch, so lelouch knows -- very intimately -- that he's affected, and that he wants him, too. vidar pulls him for a kiss, fucking that pretty mouth as his other hand busies itself with removing his shirt and baring his torso towards him. ]

That's quite a bold claim... sir.

[ Ah, so frustrating. Discipline might as well be a rap against his knuckles for the anguish it yields him. Lelouch drops the act at once, swallowing his pride as any python snake should (ever-constricting, but heeding the offense). Rocking in place, he leans in, forsaking his inhibition to gently throttle every last syllable with his mouth.

If he can't win, he'll make the inevitable choice to consume his means of losing as well. It's who he is, how he's always been. A sore loser. But the longer this goes on, the more Lelouch temper's resembles a freshly-snuffed match. Every kiss is predicated with liberal use of Vidar's tongue, but not unduly so. Lelouch isn't lenient to the shower of kisses but he's more and more obliging by the second. The discomfort in him melts to nothing, and Lelouch tentatively presses his hand against the laddering of Vidar's exposed abdomen, a soft counter-move to the hard one that's flush against his groin. Gyrating in place, suffocated in his clothes, can only get him so far. ]

We're in each other's arms. Bold claims are all we have.

[ he lets him touch, as much as he wants, though vidar makes quick work of his clothes, taking them off his slight frame. they can't be comfortable, after all, and he intends to do more than just kiss him.

vidar breaks off the kiss, smiling as he does, and trails his mouth along the line of his jaw, down to his neck, where he starts busying himself with a patch of soft skin and bruising it as his mouth lingers over, sucking and kissing it to a lovely mark. and he continues to shower him with such attention, down the line of his neck and onto his shoulders as he touches his waist. good behaviour gets rewarded, and when vidar makes rewards, he's very generous about them. ]

[ Best save that line for a lover, Vidar.

There his modesty goes. Goodbye, so long, farewell, guess that's the end of that. This is an arrangement that's negotiated on willing and mindful obedience, though Lelouch is content to say absolutely nothing about the ugly wound over his chest when he's busy hissing under a bite.

On closer inspection, it's an injury he's studiously buried in a fresh change of bandages after another impromptu trip to the hospital. Even now, the sensitivity wracks at him, plaguing him constantly during his sleep, though it's finally begun to heal and scar at last.

Nothing to be said for his pants though. Clad in his underwear and whatever's left of his self-respect, Lelouch bruises his mouth on one shoulder as his hands go roving down that muscled back and along his tailbone to casually... so very casually... grab Vidar's ass and squeeze. It pays to be an impertinent brat. Lelouch may as well indulge. ]

[ but he doesn't have a lover. or at least, someone who would count as one.

vidar is curious about his scar, but he's not going to ask about it -- there are reasons why men carry such things, and vidar himself is a patchwork of scars beyond the angry ones covering his face. there are certain things that won't let go of you and vidar just happens to carry a few of them, too, and he recognizes that lelouch is like that, as well. poor thing.

he's gentle not to agitate anything. he lets lelouch touch him and squeeze his ass, because he's behaving, now, and vidar takes his hand down to map out his slim body, his lovely waist. he fumbles with his own trousers as he grinds against him eagerly, and takes both of their cocks and strokes them together. nice and slow, to start, though his cock is significantly bigger than lelouch's. ]

[ As if size is synonymous with quality. Get on his level. Then get off of it, effective immediately. He needs no competition.

Lelouch startles, fingers scrabbling to grip him about his ribs, startled and provoked to grappling for any kind of leverage he can. It's a very concerted effort on his part, right up until his dick's frotted up against, and he's so painstakingly vanilla that it takes him a while to even speak. ]

No... no warning?

[ That shocked him out of obedience (no sir this time around), paralyzed in his grip. Why is Vidar's dick so huge? For that matter, why is every guy's dick he encounters so huge? Lelouch is so, so slighted. The depths of his offense run deep. ]

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[ he just gives him a wry smile. ]

Calm yourself, Lelouch.

[ goodness, he can feel that anxiety spike in his hand, and vidar forgives it because it's clear he's a virgin. he's not going to punish him for that.

he takes Lelouch's free hand gently and makes him touch both of their cocks together, so he can get used to the weight and heft of his own against his. it's a very soft touch, if not for the fact that he's touching them together. ] It's really nothing much to be so impressed about. Bodies are what they are.

[ On a figurative level— the portion of his mind not beholden to the cage known as inexperience— the slowness is appreciable. On another, it's maddening. So Lelouch subjects him to his hands: the reaching slope of his touch, his frown ever-deepening, but the hot flash of desperation in his eyes unmistakable. ]

I've been informed.

[ Not this soft handling, like something akin to glass, sliver-thin and precise; there are unmediated differences in age, height, and experience, but where Vidar's grip is softly kneading at them both, Lelouch's is implacably firm choking out the space between their cocks. Another second and he's nudged up further into his lap, not at all divested of his dignity. He's maintained eye contact all the while, flushed but indefatigable. ]

Take me seriously, and I'll take you seriously.

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