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You Should Have Knocked

So everyone has had this moment in their life, the one where they were so impatient or absentminded, they went flinging a door open when they really shouldn't have. Sometimes it's not your fault, how could you know your housemate and his girlfriend were having sex on the kitchen table!? Other times someone was in the bathroom and failed to close the door the whole way, again not your fault. Sometimes they put up several signs saying "Please don't enter, I'm very naked right now" and you just ignore them because who would have that many signs for that?

Anyway, that's this meme. You've just walked in on something you shouldn't have seen, and onto the rules and set-up.

Rules
A. Post with the standard Character/Fandom/Preferences set-up as is standard with memes nowadays. You are the one walking in on someone.
B. Someone responds by rolling 1-12 on the RNG and sets-up what the entry poster walks in on. You can also set-up a scene not on the list below, or cut the RNG short based on what you don't want to do.
C. Items 1-7 are easily G-rated unless you go out of your way to make them rated higher. 8-10 are more R-rated, but there is wiggle room for playing the crack and awkward up instead of making it smutty. 11 and 12 are kinda hard not to have a little bit smutty given the settings.
D. Tag around, have fun with it! The embarrassment will pass... in theory.

Prompts:

01. Talking to Yourself - Sometimes to work through a problem, you just have to talk it out. Or, in other instances, you need practice before you say something to someone. Whatever the case, you were in the middle of talking something out to yourself that you probably didn't want heard by the person who walked in on you. Oops.

02. Wearing an Embarrassing Outfit - Everyone has some bit of clothing they love but would be really awkward to be found in, ask J. Edgar Hoover! Be it drag, or cosplay, that hat your mother knit for you with her own two hands. The ugly sweater your girlfriend gave you, or a uniform for the Next Generation era Star Trek... your secret's out now.

03. Rocking Out - Everyone loves music, but sometimes you love music others won't understand. Or, you like music they'd understand, but your dancing leaves something to be desired. Or your dancing is fine if you would just stop air guitaring windmills on the bed. Whatever the case is, you've been spotted now.

04. Watching Something - Much like an embarrassing outfit, or awkward dancing, there's your guilty pleasure. Maybe you just have a love for action films, or you've gotten hooked on a soap opera, maybe you'll just watch any film with Nick Cage in it. Whatever it is, you're about to be judged by the entertainment you love. If you don't want to put a show here, you can replace it with reading a book, comic book, or any other bit of of non-music entertainment.

05. In the Middle of Something - Some people collect stamps, others little ceramic figurines, you might have a complete collection of beanie babies. Whatever your hobby, you keep it well out of sight of your friends because they just won't understand it. Better come up with a good explanation now.

06. It was Supposed to be a Surprise - You had something you were going to give your friend as soon as it was ready. Birthday gift, Christmas, anniversary? Maybe no reason at all, the point is you're working on it away from them and SURPRISE, there they are! Better hide the evidence now or come clean and explain what's going on.

07. On the Phone - Ever had an awkward phone call overheard from only your side. Well, it gets complicated sometimes when that happens. Could be a doctor, a parent, a college friend, whatever it is the topic sounds very awkward from only your side of the street. Cue 'that isn't what it sounds like' when you find your eavesdropper. Bonus points if you want something a little less G-rated, make it phone sex heard from only your side.

08. In a Racy Outfit - This isn't exactly an outfit embarrassing on its own, just they might not be the person you want to see you in a leopard print G-string. Or you're trying on the skimpiest of lingerie and inspecting yourself in the mirror. Whatever your pleasure, it's about to be shared with an audience. If you want to take things in a different direction, try setting the scene asleep in said outfit.

09. In no Outfit at All - The next door neighbor to the previous option, sometimes less is more. In this case, less clothing is more awkward. Maybe you're looking yourself over for new battle scars, you might be trying new sexy poses for the person you like, maybe you're getting in or out of the shower/bath. Or, like above, you could just like sleeping au natural. Either way, you're giving somebody an eyeful today.

10. Watching Something Else - Be it a raunchy sexcapade, something attempting to have a plot, an art film, or a home movie from that trip to Cancun. Some people like to watch smut. Of course, some people should lock their door when they do such things. Whatever your taste in brown paper bag theater, you're about to share it with the class. If you don't feel like going that way, you can be caught with a skin mag or some trashy smut novel instead.

11. In the Middle of Something Completely Different - Masturbation, its that thing everyone does but nobody talks about. You also definitely don't walk in on someone doing it. Well, too bad, you just did.

12. Was left Hanging - So you've just walked in on someone who was having some sort of kinky bondage episode... but their partner has left them there, all tied up and on the bed. Whatever will you do with this.

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[OK with smut with this pairing? i was thinking 9.]

[of course. i'm always down for crosscanon!]

There was no way to say it without sounding utterly self-absorbed. Roman was staring at himself in a mirror, full-on naked. However, that was not to say that he was doing it just because he enjoyed his body. He'd become...something else in the past couple of days, something stronger, faster. Something with fangs.

He'd always been a deviant. There was the one prostitute who allowed him to wipe his blood on her, the girl on her period that had allowed him to go down on her in the school bathroom, the way he'd cut himself and smeared the blood on his own lips. It was fitting he had 'turned' bloody, the thick scars lining his forearms telling a story that should have just killed him. And now his dark side was a part of him rather than something he tried to suppress.

He felt a deep desire in his gut, though he couldn't figure out what it was for. Sex? Did he need to feed? Both? He wasn't sure what he was or how 'being' himself even worked, but he knew his body had changed, that much he could look at with confidence.

His 6'4" frame seemed paler, for one, his shoulders broadened, muscle that had once been only slightly visible now sleek and toned. And then there were his eyes, which he could watch dilate to a near-black when the 'feeling' inside of him got stronger. He was entranced with himself for the moment, all the new things he could hear, see, feel.

A new town, new people and no longer an Alpha. It felt weird...strange. Ok, really there was only one new person who happened to be another teenager his sister, Cora, met at the local high school because apparently Derek's life was always being surrounded by teenagers.

He and Cora had been planning to stay at a hotel until they decided their next move; bother staying in town or keep moving. Derek's instinct voted loudly on the latter, especially when he was told this Roman guy wasn't normal but after he met the kid for himself well, intrigue and curiosity got the better of him. Roman, despite all his abnormalities, was perfect and Derek and Cora taking him up on his offer to stay within the suddenly vacant spaces of his very large home probably hadn't been the best of ideas they've ever had. But they've seen worse...right?

That proved to be truer than anything when Derek stumbled upon the naked, pale form standing in front of the large full body mirror. Roman seemed dazed by his own reflection and honestly, the wolf didn't blame him. He stared for a long while before clearing his throat and turning away. "Sorry, I just came to get something from my bags," he sounded gruff. Why had Roman decided to do this in the guest room he offered Derek and better yet: "Why aren't you in school?" Sneaking a tiny glance, Derek noticed the silvery scars, he started to ask but he wasn't supposed to be looking anyway.

Roman was startled out of staring at himself, and quickly whirled around to stare at the intruder. Or...not an intruder. Just the guy that was staying here. It wasn't Roman's fault a full body mirror hadn't been installed in his own room. His room was nearly empty but for a bed and clothing, devoid of warm memories or even the mess that was typical of an eighteen year-old.

He made no move to cover up, his clothes were all the way up in his bathroom anyway, where he could still hear the bathwater draining.

"Are you going to tell on me?" He asked with a chuckle, and though he was well spoken there was a strange accent to the deep intonation of his voice, non-discernible from any particular area.

"My parents will be so angry." It was a morbid joke, it was well known that JR Godfrey had killed himself in Roman's childhood, and his mother had passed away 'unexpectedly' from a brain aneurysm, or so the paper said. Roman was the sole inhabitant of this mansion now, with his sister Shelley still missing as well.

It's a chore just to keep his gaze averted, trained away on the polished hard wood floors that lead out to the hall and stopped at the room where an expensive carpet filled the rest of the bedroom. He rolled his eyes. Of course there was no one to tell, but that hadn't been where Derek was getting at and the kid must have known it.

"Alright, better question: I know this is your place, but why here? You don't have mirrors in your room?" And when it became evident Roman was going nowhere, only to further play this silly game of his, Derek boldly entered the room and walked after his bags.

He was painfully aware of Roman still standing there naked, could smell the fresh scent of soap and he too heard the bathwater draining. Explains why his skin was somewhat damp and his hair still wet. There was a frustrated sigh when he hadn't found what he was looking for in the first bag then started on the second.

"No, I don't." He answered plainly, and he could tell he was making Derek uncomfortable, but the nature of it was still a question. Roman could be a deadly flirt or a royal pain in the ass, it just depended on which time you caught him.

"I like this room," he continued, watching Derek as he rummaged through his bags. He was certainly attractive, all masculinity as opposed to Roman's large eyes and feminine lips. A little scary, but...Roman could be scary, too. If he wanted to be. All he had to do was lock eyes with someone and they'd be at his mercy. "I like the smell of it. Since you brought your stuff in it smells like...leather."

He turned his back to Derek, gazing at himself in the mirror once more, leaning in close to peer at his own eyes. Destiny had told him that an upir would always give themselves away in the eyes, but he hadn't figured out what she meant, yet.

"Maybe you should have offered me the room you liked the least," Derek tried to suggest helpfully, as if that would really diffuse this, whatever this was, and merely shook his head afterward. "Sounds kinky" He commented absentmindedly, having successfully occupied himself in his search that Roman's nudity wasn't such a big deal. For now, at least.

He sighed, a breath of relief when he finally found what he was looking for. A scorched silver ring he managed to rescue from the dead husk of his old home. It had belonged to his mother once and he often found himself seeking it out when in doubt or in need of comfort. He's not sure what it is this time because he'd become distracted by the one who had so generously offered him and his sister a place to stay.

"Alright, here. Keep the room. I'll find somewhere else to sleep," Derek offered when he caught how rapt Roman had been by his own reflection - he was worse than Jackson...and that was saying something. The wolf had started to repack his things that had fallen out...even if he wanted to stay and watch the guy watch himself.

"Are you that offended by a naked body?" Roman had to laugh as he stepped away from the mirror once more. He took a seat on the bed, staring at Derek, trying to judge exactly what he was thinking. It was difficult to read him at all, he seemed to be in a permanent state of stoic.

"I'm not staying in here, just borrowing it. Really, as a guest in my house, you should be more adherent to the dress code." It sounded more like something his mother would say, when she threw her grand parties and everyone was forced to be in suit and tie.

"But it's nice to know that in word association, your brain will jump to kink. You're freaky."

"I'm not offended by a naked body." Not Roman's especially. "And I hadn't realized there was even a dress code or else I wouldn't have agreed to this. Or did you forget, my sister stays here too?" Derek actually glanced back at him to glare lightly.

He was glad Cora had actually enough sense to go to school today, unlike the deviant taking over his guest room. But it was his house, he could do what he wanted. Derek and Cora just wouldn't be around for it.

"I'm not freaky, that's just the way-- shut up. Pretty sure that's naturally the first thing a lot of people think of." That or priceless purses and other dress wear, but Derek wasn't exactly one for purses and the like.

"You need to lighten up, man. I was joking about the dress code. Has anyone ever offered you a trazodone or something? Maybe a deep tissue massage? Aromatherapy? I think if you smiled the world might come to a halt." He was teasing him, of course, but he fully expected Derek to take it seriously. That seemed to be his way, even though he'd only known him for a short time.

"So, are you vanilla then? Missionary position with a pretty blonde who lays there like a starfish?" He couldn't help but pry, sex was usually the number one thing on his mind, and he really couldn't imagine this guy relaxing enough to get laid. Though he'd try his very best to imagine it. For science, and all.

"I don't need any of those things." Lies. He looked to Roman again, gaze roaming before he turned back to his bag. No one really offers him anything, he doesn't give them the chance, not even antidepressants because he'd probably growl at them for it. As for smiles, do dry, short ones count that made him look constipated when they weren't wry and impish?

Another glance, this one leering at the other's face, caught by those emerald eyes again. "You'd be surprised," he offered in a low voice. His sex life was usually something he kept to himself, and not that he was traveling with Cora, pretty non-existent.

"Oh, really? Try me." Roman insisted, his curiosity piqued. He wasn't necessarily intimidated by Derek, but he didn't seem the type to be...flirtatious. Did he just command people into bed and glare at them for awhile? Not that he'd be all that opposed to the commanding part, even if he would fight to not end up on the bottom.

"I'll bet you anything that you don't surprise me. No cheating and just making up weird shit."

Derek stared at him for a moment before scoffing and turning his head with a shake. "And why exactly would I give a damn what you think? You can think I'm vanilla all you want, you're not baiting me to bed. Besides, you're young." A sad excuse, especially since Derek was well aware of Roman being eighteen.

He's not even packing at this point, more like messing and fiddling with the zip on his duffle bag now.

"I'm eighteen. And if you don't care what I think...why are you still standing there?" Roman was unafraid to call him out on his bullshit, and really this back-and-forth banter just served to arouse him a little. He liked the way Derek looked when he was getting pissed off.

"It's okay if you're vanilla, man. I just can't relate to that." His eyes began to dilate slightly with excitement as he continued. "I mean, not being able to savor the feeling of nails digging in hard enough to make me bleed, that would just suck."

Mouth pursed to a severe, yet thoughtful, line, it seemed like time itself had frozen and when it resumed again, Derek was only aware of himself and his movements until after he pressed Roman against that large, glamorous mirror. Rough calloused hands squeezed and slid up naked lean thighs, then back to cup his ass just as roughly.

His wolf wasn't so easy to control now that that bit of control had slipped away, licking once up those full lips and nipping at the lower. "Or maybe I should just fuck you in front of the mirror...let you watch yourself as you take me."

It wasn't easy to take Roman Godfrey off guard, but Derek had certainly managed. It seemed as though one moment he was across the room and then in another his hands had been on him, the sheer intensity of it making Roman shudder.

He gasped as Derek bit at his lower lip. He had something of a...thing for biting, and it momentarily made him weak in the knees.

"Who said I was going to let you fuck me?" Roman murmured with a smirk.

The shudder could be felt and his wolf growled from within, made his chest vibrate softly with the sound. "You're not fucking me." Derek, or maybe his wolf, states with a flash of abnormal blue eyes that he could no longer control. Cats out of the bag but the beast could care less. Roman baited him and now it just wanted.

Derek nosed along the delicate line of Roman's neck, his beard scratching as he went, and as if to prove who was Alpha dog, he bit at his jugular and sucked.

Roman was just about to stop him, ask him what the hell was up with his eyes, when he felt the bite to his neck. He hissed at first, his fangs extending out as he gritted his teeth. He felt like he could barely breathe in the best possible way, and his eyelids fluttered closed for a moment.

"Fine, but you're gonna have to earn it." He choked out, though in a rather submissive gesture he bared more of his throat to Derek.

The huff of air against his neck may have been Derek scoffing at being told he'd have to earn it. The inner wolf dismissed quickly when more of Roman's neck was bared, nuzzling it before biting closer to his Adam's apple and sucked lightly at the lump. Meanwhile, Derek ground his hips into the blond's, letting him feel just what he'd be taking...how big he was in those too tight jeans of his.

"More like you should earn it." He fired back, nipping at the teenager's ear and running a long finger up the cleft of his ass. Those fangs of his haven't quite been noticed, yet.

"Christ.." Roman seemed almost startled by how big Derek's cock seemed to be, and he wondered nervously for a moment if he could even take it. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd bottomed, and this task was intimidating, to say the least.

As the biting turned into nipping at his ear, his fangs retracted back into normal-looking teeth. His 'beast', as he'd taken to calling it, only really came out when sex and aggression became intertwined.

"How?"

His chest filled with air, not to mention a lungful of Roman, and exhaled slowly onto his shoulder as he attempted to find control and reign the wolf back in. Just when he thought he had it, the leash was gone once more and Derek bit down on the pale shoulder, swooping a tongue over the teeth marks.

"I dunno. Maybe you ought to figure it out. In the meantime, turn around and put your hands on the mirror..." Derek ordered huskily, drawing back just enough that Roman could see the heated blues of his eyes. "I want to taste you."

Roman couldn't tell if Derek was just breathing on him, or actually smelling him, the latter of which would be weird as hell but also kind of hot. His train of thought was interrupted by another harsh bite to his shoulder, and he growled again, pearly white fangs extending, one pricking his lip as he bit down upon it. He slid his tongue out to catch the small bead of blood that formed, resisting the urge to do it again.

"To...taste...? You can't mean -- no, of course you don't." He'd never been 'tasted' before, and seemed to think it was practically a myth. Roman didn't need to be told twice to look in a mirror, his hands coming up to shoulder-level to grip the sides of it. He could see his own fangs, see that green eyes were nearly completely black from dilation. He could see the bite marks on his neck and shoulder, and his cock twitched at the sight.

"Who's the vanilla one, now?" That voice layered in layers beyond layers of pure lust as Derek came close behind Roman to peer over his shoulder, bright blue and darkened green staring into the mirror. But it hadn't been the eyes that caught him this time, more so the the fangs that protruded from beneath his upper lip.

Curiously, Derek touched a finger to one and barely winched when accidentally pricking himself on it. As a tiny bead of blood welled on the pad of his finger, Derek wondered distantly just what this kid was until he heard himself asking the words aloud. "What are you?"

The scent of Derek's blood hit the air immediately, and Roman found himself having to use most of his self control to not just start sucking on his finger. The aroma was strong, heady, it smelled powerful.

"I don't know. The gypsies called me 'upir'. So I guess...a vampire with a high sex drive and no need for sunscreen." He gazed down into the mirror at the scars on his wrists.

"I was born, not made."

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