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The Mid-Fuck Meme

MIDFUCK MEME

♋ Respond with your character(s) and put their name and canon in the subject bar. (You can make blank comments with < ! >. Remove the spaces).
♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of it.
♋ Want to add some direction and maybe a little kink? Take a spin on the Random Number Generator to give yourself a location. (Change the max from 100 to "10").
♋ Have fun threading out hot? sex.

1. Between These Sheets
It's traditional and cliche, but we all know that beds in these kind of situations can come in handy.~

2. Sex On the Beach
Hot sand, cool water, sunrise or sunset, all you know if you don't care where you might be getting dirty as long as it's fun.

3. On Wheels
Car in a parking lot, truck on the road, motorcycle on the side of the highway, maybe even in the back of a carriage on your way home from the ball. Have fun smutting it up when you should be on the road.

4. There's More Than Hot Water Here
Your pressed against the wall of the shower, clinging to the sides of that bathtub, or maybe even holding on the stairs of that indoor pool. Too bad you'll have to get clean all over again.

5. My Body Is Your Bread
Crucifixes, altars, and confessionals, but this isn't the kind of worship you had in mind. Or is it?

6. Getting Creative With Furniture
Who said beds are the only nice furniture in the house? Couches, walls, tables, desks, any space can fit your needs for the moment. And don't forget the office, too. Just make sure your coworkers don't hear you.

7. Try This On For Size
You're in the changing room, but you're not trying on those clothes when you have enough to take off. Maybe that outfit did really make you look good enough to eat.

8. Shhhhhh, this Is the Good Part
It's dark and the only light is from the silver screen. But you're not paying attention to it so much as the person your came with--or met when you got there.

9. A Quickie Behind the Tree
A private place? Who needs one when you have a forest, or a park, or even an alley right there beside that building. You're outside and you don't care who could walk by.

10. We Have Ways of Making You Scream.
Dark, damp, and maybe even a little musty, but this dungeon is full of surprises. Those chains and whips could come in handy.

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Lindsey moaned, strangely aroused by the vampire suckling at his vulnerable neck where he was sprawled with his back across his wet bar. He felt beautifully numb in that tipsy, colorful state that only too much good alcohol could bring him to. At least he wasn't actively being depressed anymore, but instead, had a vampire on his neck.

Who wasn't biting, but merely suckling it as Lindsey found cool room air suddenly chilling his bared chest. He didn't recall taking his shirt off... but then, he didn't recall inviting his client in either.

It just felt good, and it helped him forget another vampire who he would rather be the one doing this to him. "Ughnn." He tilted his head back to bare his neck, noting with wonderful amazement how the room spun gorgeously with the action.

Loki was pretty certain his intentions were to explain the lateness in his fees. Surely, that was it. He probably had something to do with the fact that he was now sprawled on top of his lawyer propped up on the bar counter like that, but blame for the situation could be decided on later. He wasn't drunk, but he could taste the stench of alcohol in the air.

How exactly he ended up grinding against the knee between his legs is also a mystery, but he doesn't focus. It's never a good idea to let a vampire lose himself in such passion. The fangs were only barely keeping from piercing skin as he licked and nipped the other man's throat.

The sound that escaped the lawyer was definitely drunken, and Loki could only tsk. His hand moved to grip the other's hip, holding him down with inhuman strength as he rocked against him. This was probably taking advantage, but oh well. He can always skip town if this retaliates on him.

Considering how good those cool lips pressed against the heated run of his neck, Lindsey didn't feel like complaining anytime soon. The humping against his knee only enticed him further as his drunken mind supplemented other images of another vampire who may grind against him thus. Female, but when temperatures and the way he was held down were the same, his mind was willing to make up the differences.

He groaned and started bounce his leg up and down to pleasure his assaulter even more. He tried to lean up but there wasn't much leeway with how he was pressed to the bar or the lips on his neck.

"My bedroom's that way," he muttered, blue eyes slight glazed and face flushed red with too much drink. "I want you, Darla..."

He did appreciate the added motion between his legs. Loki was able to grind his hips down harder, one hand bracing himself against his lawyer's chest as he rocked against him. Really, this was mostly for his own pleasure at this point, but he could tell the other man was enjoying himself with ever sound that escaped those pretty lips.

What a pity, then. The second Loki heard the name that most certainly was not his, he growled, loud and low in his throat like a beast. His eyes flashed a brilliant gold as he sat up, his hand quickly wrapping around the other's throat and gripping tight to ensure he would have trouble breathing.

He said nothing, merely baring his fangs and golden eyes as he snarled at his lawyer. Wrong situation to be saying the wrong name in, mister McDonald.

Edited (grammar fail) 2012-08-20 18:34 (UTC)

Whoops. Except Lindsey didn't even realize the danger he was in. He swallowed around the pressure on his throat and tried to focus on the one doing the pressing. The snarling registered, so did the yellow eyes and piercing fangs.

Vampire.... but the specific entity, the one who these furious yellow eyes and deadly sharp fangs belonged to, that remained hazy. Due to the haziness, rather than shy away, Lindsey tilted his neck back and rested his head on the cool surface of the bar table beneath him.

He was practically offering Loki his neck in response. Whoever this Darla was, she had Lindsey tied up in knots to the point where he was willing to offer his neck to a vampire seconds away from biting in. The lawyer groaned and closed his eyes. His knee rubbed harder against the vampire on his knee.

Well, that didn't bode very well. Loki knew he was pushing his limits by essentially assaulting an inebriated man like this, but the insult that the man was so drunk to even believe he was someone else - and a woman at that - was too much to just let slide by.

"Darla, hm?" Loki replied in between snarls and growls. He lifted his hips, removing his knee from between Lindsey's legs and settling over to straddle him instead, rocking and grinding down against him with his legs further apart. Whatever pleasure he'd been deriving for himself from this was put on hold, so he could prove a point.

"Is that who you see above you, mister McDonald? Can you hear your name on her lips, in her voice? Does she spread her legs for you like this, and ride you like a harlot?"

Lindsey groaned at first, nothing new or special given the state of complete inebriation he was in, but that groan slowly turned to a pleasured gasp then, strangely, a half sob when Loki tried to prove his point. Because the vampire had proved it only too well where while even that drunk, Lindsey recognized that this couldn't be Darla on him like this though he wished for her to be.

"Yes..." he said, opposite to the way he shook his head. He tried to bring his bleary eyes into focus on the cool creature over him, but he had difficulty concentrating on more than a few seconds. Just as he thought he grasped some truth, it slipped away like a handful of R'nak demon slime.

"You're not her." But he didn't try identifying who the vampire was as he only spread his own legs wider to grind back against the cold creature above as if the pleasure could be used to drown out his pain. Lindsey was by far not a happy drunk.

The urge to shout no shit was terrible and almost overwhelming, but Loki kept his wits about him.

He felt horribly insulted. That this man was so lost in his pretty head that he would mistake him for someone so completely different. Loki had to think. Was he really so dainty? So delicate and feminine? Could he be mistaken for a woman just as is, or was the lawyer far more drunk than he'd previously thought and if that was the case, would feeding off him now be a good idea? He would be intoxicated within seconds.

"Obviously not," Loki spat, a growl behind his teeth as he moved away from the lawyer and slid off the bar counter. Perhaps he'd been too forward this evening, but at least now he knew not to make the same mistake again. "You're going to be terribly hungover when you awake. I'd suggest finding somewhere more comfortable to pass out."

To be fair, it was a compliment if Lindsey thought Loki was Darla, and she was neither delicate nor really feminine either. Of course, he wasn't about to try explaining that to the vampire when he could barely string two coherent thoughts together. In fact, he was still struggling to figure out what happened as he suddenly found himself bereft of vampire company.

He sat up, or tried to as the world spun precariously to the side that had him quickly tipping another way to balance.

"No, don't go." Not caring how desperate he sounded, Lindsey reached out for the other vampire. When that didn't seem to work, he tilted his head back to offer his neck. It was plain dumb and stupid, but he wanted the other's company, Darla or not, this was a vampire, and as close as he could get to her. He will just have to recall to not call him Darla...

He swiped at the hand that reached out for him, his mood dropping significantly with recent events. However badly he previously desired to sink his fangs into the lawyer's mouth while ... riding him like the aforementioned cheap harlot, it wouldn't be worth it if mister McDonald was picturing someone else the whole while. If it wasn't Loki that the man wanted in return, what was the point?

Stopping in the doorway, he turned around, folding his arms as he leaned against the frame. The man seemed desperate, but clearly not for him. How ... disappointing.

"I believe I have every right to, mister McDonald," Loki answered, a brilliant gold flashing in his eyes. He almost wanted to just bite him in spite. "I thought you wanted to have fun with me. Clearly I was mistaken."

"I was drunk!" Lindsey called back, trying to get up all the way to his feet this time. The room swayed so badly that he had to sit back down before he fell flat on his face. It was a good time for a correction. "Am drunk!"

Still, he was regaining his fire, as demonstrated by the empty tumbler he threw in Loki's direction. It shattered by the doorway, missing its target by several feet.

"Damn you vampires, you just waltz in whenever you want, then leave anytime you care to. You never cared for me either, you upstart arrogant cold prick!" It was no way for a lawyer to be talking to his client, but as he said, he was drunk and still awfully hurt.

"You don't care about me. You just care that I represent the law firm from Hell and can give you what you want. And that was never me to begin with." He closed his eyes and his shoulders shook as a sob took him.

My, but someone was spiteful when intoxicated.

The words did sting, not unlike a wooden stake. Loki knew that he had certainly overstepped the boundaries for a business relationship, but it was difficult to resist. The lawyer was a handsome man, and Loki had been ... rather starved for physical contact. It had always been too difficult to control his bloodlust at the same time, that any of his previous partners turned out to be snacks as well.

It was not right of him, he knew. But that didn't mean he had to listen to mister McDonald spit it out at him.

"Then perhaps it is time we end this agreement of ours, mister McDonald," Loki answered, backing up towards the door. "Clearly I cannot be trusted around you."

Everything about this exchange shouted bad idea and that he will regret it tomorrow after that hangover Loki predicted for him. Yet he was too riled up to care as he continued raging at the retreating vampire. He was being completely unfair.

"Then leave! I don't need another bloodsucker to mess up my life," he started the tirade snarling but ended up in a mutter towards the floor.

Slumping forward in his his seat, he ignored Loki, believing that the vampire would either make his way out or rush forward to eat him where he sat. At the moment, Lindsey did not particularly care which.

Ah, another bloodsucker. Loki's suspicions were confirmed, and it was all the more reason for him to take his leave. After all, he'd survived long enough, avoiding the hunters for this long. He'll just have to go back to his old ways, without the firm's protection. He'll manage. Somehow.

Watching the other man slump forward, Loki sighed. How frustrating humans could be.

Not bothering with another word, he simply marched off to the adjoining bedroom, fetching one of the blankets from the bed. He returned to the kitchen and bar where the lawyer sat, and tossed the blanket over him, uncaring of whether he shrugged it off or fell asleep at the bar there. Next, there was the sound of tap water running, and a cool glass was filled and placed atop the counter as well. He remained silent as he turned back towards the door, with the intent of leaving and putting this all behind him.

When a vampire decided to be silent, they could be, as was the saying, silent as the grave. It wasn't audibly that Lindsey heard Loki, but through some attuned sense that seemed to be almost supernatural with how he simply seemed to be aware of vampires. When Loki passed by him a second time with the glass of water, Lindsey opened his eyes and reached out, blindly hoping that he would be fast enough to catch the vampire.

There was a joke, him, drunk off his ass, fast enough to catch a vampire that probably wanted to leave. It was a miracle that Loki didn't want snack on him on his way out. The vampire was probably too disgusted by his behavior, that was why.

The blanket had sobered Lindsey slightly, and the glass of water even more. So when Loki was ready to leave, Lindsey, face no less crimson from how much alcohol he drunk, looked glassy eyed to the vampire. "M'sorry." He struggled to pull a hand over his face to wake himself up, but when he encountered the cold hard plastic of that hand on his cheek, he woke up alright. "Loki... It's late, I'm drunk. I'll write up a formal letter of apology to you later. Don't leave."

The sudden firm grip on his forearm had Loki stopping in his tracks, and he turned to watch the lawyer fumble about. He should have been faster, he should have left- jumped out the window or something, or just disappear into shadow. But Lindsey had a good hold on him, and it was enough to let Loki pause and at least listen to his drunken apologies. What little good they did, of course.

He was still drunk. Who knew how much of it all he meant, come morning sobriety?

But ...

Loki sighed, a frustrated sigh. This man, honestly.

"I need no letter," he said, shaking his hand free from the other's grip. But rather than pull away entirely, Loki grasped Lindsey's own wrist, bringing the lawyer's arm over his shoulders to lift him up from his seat. He moved slowly, careful not to jostle the other too much as he lead him towards the couch. Stupid lawyers. Stupid depressed drunks. Stupid curse. Lindsey probably would've said the right name if his fangs hadn't been poised above his neck at the time.

Lindsey felt his grip shaken loose and he gave up, knowing wouldn't be able to catch the vampire now. Yet all Loki did was change his hold and before Lindsey knew it, he was hefted up and being carried on the vampire's back. It was strangely comforting, being draped over that cool back and he wondered if in reverse, he felt like a hot blanket over Loki's shoulder.

"What is it like?" he asked drunkenly, not even bothering to ask where the vampire was carrying him. Then realizing he probably should clarify since mindreading wasn't a vampire skill, he rested his head on the nape of Loki's neck and murmured, "Holding a human so close. Do I disgust you? A pitiful mortal?"

He closed his eyes and before Loki could put him down, wrapped his arms tighter around those broad shoulders as if he didn't want to let go. "Or do I look like a fool? Loki, answer me."

Of course, he still had to talk.

Loki was at least able to tolerate it. It was just a bunch of drunken ramblings from a wealthy and depressed man, and nothing more. Lindsey would either not remember it come morning, or take it all back, or both. So it meant nothing. The words were not knives or daggers that stabbed him in the gut, no. They were like muted whispers of a cool breeze.

"I am not disgusted by humans," he muttered in response, letting the lawyer drop rather ungracefully from his back to topple onto the bed. He rearranged the blanket around him, and held back the sigh of frustration as he brushed the other's bangs from his eyes. "I am envious of them."

Then he stepped back, heading for the door once more. He will bring the glass of water in the room, and then he planned on finally leaving entirely.

Unfortunately, as soon as the vampire dropped him onto the bed, Lindsey was already curling around the pillow and zoning out. He did not hear the rest of what Loki muttered, and by the time the water was placed next to the bed, Lindsey was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly. Even asleep and curled on the pillow he was positioned in such a way that his neck was bared.

Loki was right in his assessment that Lindsey would not remember the rest, but Lindsey wouldn't take back what he would remember either. And first thing in the morning, after he managed to subdue his beast of a hangover, he penned an official letter of apology and hand delivered it to his client's suite.

Well. That was that, then. And Loki had to admit that such a confession was a weakness, one that certainly Lindsey would not remember once he woke up and sobered. There was probably a lot about this night that the lawyer would not remember come morning, and perhaps that was the best option. Lindsey needed his rest now.

After making sure the blankets were tucked nice and snug around the snoozing lawyer, Loki took his leave. He still had both his appetites to sate, and neither of them would be satisfied here now. He left with the intention to get his fill. And, perhaps later, he would drop by. Just to check in on him.

The letter would remain unopened, set aside between a pile of magazines. It was still unnecessary.

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