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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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"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."

Interesting. Derek followed his gaze, remembered the long silver line of scar tissue from earlier when he refused to inquire what happened. He pulled his hand away to wipe the blood off on his jean leg, then as an afterthought, stopped and smeared the droplet across Roman's bottom lip.

"Doesn't sound much like the movies to me," he teased and began a slow descent biting and sucking down the upir's back, leaving marks because werewolves were just as territorial as real wolves in the wild. Derek ended up on his knees, a sharp bite to Roman's left butt cheek. "What happen to your arms then? They look self inflicted..."

Roman sucked his bottom lip into his mouth greedily after it had been painted with Derek's blood, savoring the coppery taste. His delight was punctured by surprise, however, when he realized that Derek was, in fact, kneeling behind him. He already felt very exposed, but held his tongue. He would not be accused of not being open-minded.

"Such is the way of our kind," he echoed what his mother had told him, but offered no further detail. He figured talking about killing himself might ruin the mood.

Being of like mind, Derek let the conversation deteriorate into silence. There'd be time to ask later, appease his curiosity about the creature standing in front of him. Derek knelt there, looking up the taut lean body. Was he nervous or having second thoughts? Now would be the time to voice them.

The werewolf spread the leaner man open wide, exposing him completely via strong fingers. Roman may be rigid now, but Derek intended to make him relax, and with the first swipe of tongue to his puckered opening, he set those intentions into motion.

"Oh, fuck.." He practically whimpered, forgetting why he'd ever been so opposed to this in the first place. Of course it felt strange, but also heavily sensitive, so much so that he could barely keep himself standing. He knew he would've been on the floor already without the support of the mirror.

His eyes began to flutter closed, his forehead resting against the glass as he tried not to squirm too much.

Derek's never experienced being so openly vulnerable to someone like he had made Roman. Just the thought of anyone fucking him was vulnerable enough; losing control scared him. Honestly, better the day-walking vampire than himself.

"No," Derek stopped suddenly, looking around Roman's leg and up at his reflection. Look into the mirror. You were sound fond of it before, watch yourself while I do this." He went back to his original position, the licks coming more frequently now to the point Derek was lapping greedily at Roman.

Roman wasn't sure why he found himself so easily obeying Derek, but he lifted his head up to stare, eyes half-lidded, at his reflection. His lips were parted slightly, his breath fogging up the glass slightly. His toes were tightly curled, his muscles tensed as this newfound sensation from Derek's tongue sent what felt like electricity to his body. His cock was already hard, and he was fighting the strong urge to touch himself.

He couldn't think enough to form words, only soft 'oh's every so often. He was normally loud, but already embarrassed enough to be spread wide open without moaning like a wanton whore as well.

The grasp of his hands left red marks on Roman's hips the way Derek held him. They stayed like that for a long while before Derek finally stood again, shirt coming off and hitting the floor, jeans coming undone and sliding to muscular thighs splayed with black hair. He purposely let his large erection slide up the left of Roman's wet cheeks to give him a more accurate feel.

Derek watched Roman's face in the mirror as he bit against his neck again. Admittedly, he's glad Roman decided not to go to school, and even more happier he continued to go as far as he had with his little game. Derek reached between him and the mirror to stroke Roman, squeezing at the head. "How do you feel?"

It wasn't often that Roman Godfrey had nothing to say, but by the time Derek was done he was clinging to the mirror for dear life, erection throbbing and leaking precum. He growled again as Derek bit his neck, and he wanted desperately to turn around and touch him, to appreciate a body so much more masculine than his own.

"Nnnnh.." was his only answer as he rocked his hips toward Derek's hand, any concerns he'd had about keeping some semblance of self image lost to the pure pursuit of pleasure.

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