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The soul is the secret

the soul bond meme

"I can't live without you...literally."

Wake up. Do what you have to. Work. School. Save the world. Avenge your father's death. Go back to sleep. Average day, for human, demon, sailor scout, angel, slayer, what have you. Though there's some part of you that wonders, in the back of your mind, if this is the day you'll meet your bond.

Because your world is just like ours - or how yours was, in another universe - but with one addition: the soul bond. The soul bond is a concept as old as time itself. People don't question the process, it just is. Some say that it comes from the beginning of time, where each soul was created in a pair, and throughout the lifetimes those souls are reborn into, they search for each other. This is the soul bond. Even if that's mostly faded into myth, it's generally excepted that there is only only one person for anyone. So, soulmates.

Not exactly. Soul bonds are more. They are about the joining of bodies: sexually and psychically. The bond isn't necessarily about love, though the close connection facilitates that emotion growing, and some fondness does appear in almost every case. It's bigger than love, bigger than hate, bigger than anything else; it's finding yourself in someone else, and your never wanting to lose that. Needless to say, the soul bond is the cornerstone of life and society. Marriage is reserved for the bonded, and you're expected to be searching for that other half. There's a good biological reason for that, too, as the unbonded cannot reproduce and those who have not found their bond are doomed to die extremely early in comparison to their peers and in a most painful, withering fashion. Who would want that?

In this world, sex is had with those who are not the other half of your bond, even if society considers that frivolous. For the truth is, sex with any other will never be as good as sex with your other half. When you make love to someone who isn't yours, you'll know it. It's a disappointment.

When you so much as see your bond for the first time, or at least for the first time after you've reached sexual maturity, you'll know, even if you're already "with" someone else. The signs are inescapable. You'll know it's them. You'll become hyper-focused on them, your heart will race, your muscles tighten, your brain shoot off every signal it nose...and you will become aroused beyond belief. Any arousal you've had prior pales in comparison. So go ahead, if you don't want a bond, ignore it. Try. It won't work. The more you ignore it, the more control you'll lose. Did I forget to mention? In this world, sexual drives are a little more animalistic than usual. They would have to be when the mainstay of the races is a sexual-based bond. Those who try to ward off the desire to become one with their other half can achieve mild success - until they absolutely lose themselves. It's not uncommon to see bonds going at it in the streets, unabashed and unashamed, for trying to hold off the inevitable. Sex between bonds in public, generally, is not looked down upon.

You've given in. Of course you did. But what now? The first time you have sex with your bond, it will be beyond compare. You will share memories with each other, as this is the opening of your psychic connection with them. Yes, psychic connection. How would you expect to be truly bonded otherwise? How strong this link is depends on how often you have sex. Even at baseline, though, you'll know if your bond is hurt or in trouble. Fair warning: this will pull at that animal brain, and you will go into a beserker mode to get them back with you. Similarly, you will behave in a territorial manner if you feel the bond is threatened; jealousy often results in shameless public sex, in hopes to re-establish the strength of your connection and make your bond realize that YOU'RE the other part of them, no one else. In addition, bonds don't handle separation well and each partner will be antsy and on edge. It can be done, and most pairs do because of work, duties, and life in general, but returns are usually accompanied by sometimes days-long sex sessions.

Aside from those quirks, the bonding process can be quite useful. A bond can calm you down, and sex with your bond can serve as the ultimate relaxer. Your bond is the one who can heal you, and sex boosts your strength and power. Yes, those of you looking to achieve your ultimate goal...or ultimate form. Being a bond makes you stronger. Don't resist, no matter how surly you are.

The bond is no respecter of person. Outside of sexuality such as straight or gay, types or species don't matter. You could be bonded with someone as different from you as night and day. However, no matter what the case, you'll begin to care for them in some fashion. You'll feel the need to be with each other as much as possible, both sexually and otherwise. They'll become the most important person in the world to you. Of course, this is assuming your bond is someone you can feasibly be with. Perhaps there is some truth to that reincarnation business, as sometimes, those souls are reborn into people who are never meant to be bonds - warring tribes, at-odds species, and even relatives or people with a great amount of age between them.

The bond is permanent. This is the person you were meant to be with, after all, until you die (and soul bonds usually die within years of each other). Theoretically, though, it can be broken. Mostly, this is done when one side betrays the other side somehow. As the bond is initiated through sex, it's broken in the same way. What happens next is rarely pretty. Police reports usually find the bodies of the dead bonded, cause of death specifically unknown.

Head spinning yet? It shouldn't be! This is the world you live in.

rules
- Comment with your character, preferences, what you're interested in, and what you're not interested in.
- Crosscanon tagging is expected and encouraged. Mention if you want to make some kind of canon-insertion AU with one of the characters or just have a nebulous AU.

prompts

Meeting - You see your bond in that way for the first time, and it's done. You're done. You have to have them to be complete.

Trying to Fight It - No, you're the type who rebels against this whole "soul bond" system. You're the master of your own design, and you won't give in despite the fact that you could just start masturbating right now.

Failure to Fight - The whole fighting thing didn't work out, and now you're going at each other like you'll die of thirst.

First Time - The legendary first time with soaring sensations, amazing orgasms, and the sharing of memories.

Not the Sharing Type - You're a private person and don't want your brain in someone else's. How can you reconcile this? Maybe doing the act can change your mind. Or maybe you just want relief so badly, you don't care.

Feedback - You feel all of your partners pleasure as well as their pain. If you can't come up with something kinky, I can't help you.

Dirty Thoughts - You know what's naughty? Sending mental images of what you'd like to do to your bond through your connection. It's like mental sexting - or a fun way to torture them.

Learning About Each Other - You're learning what both of you like and don't like and sharing as you go.

Jealousy - Someone tried to approach your bond and it made you a bit miffed. Now it's time for some affirmation of the connection and to make sure that you're still on their mind.

Rough Bond - Your bond is more hate than love sometimes, but it's a thin line. Besides, you still care more about them than anyone else, and god forbid someone hurt them. Besides, rough sex is fun.

Separation - You'll be apart for a while. You need one last hurrah

Reunion - You're back together. Now to make up for lost time. Not just because you want to, either.

Public - Remember how I said sex in public is accepted for bonds. Why not take advantage?

Chasing That High - You keep having sex with people, trying to find you bond.

Chasing That Low - In contrast to the above, you're trying to keep away from a bond by desensitizing yourself to sex.

Bond Party - Some young people throw "mixers" where, hopefully, you may meet your bond. Experimentation is bound to happen...even experimentation with multiple people at the same time, trying to find that one.

Can Never Be - Your bond is with someone you shouldn't have one with. They're your sworn enemy, your teacher, or your sibling. Your body and soul says yes, but your mind says no.

Strengthen - You need energy to defeat the big bad or rule the world. Go to your bond and recharge.

Comfort - A bond is often the only one who can calm their other half down, and that sometimes happens through a grounding via sex, bringing the upset party back to what really matters.

Healing - Healing wounds and healing the connection all comes down to body pressed against body. Just be careful of blood.

Long Time Bond - You've been together for some time now and you know each other like the back of your hands. You can make them come in ten seconds flat if need be, but it's more fun to drag things out, isn't it?

Ritual - You want to make your bond official in the eyes of the government. Unsurprisingly, the marriage ceremony is ritualistic sex.

Impregnation - There's no fertilization between the eggs and sperm of non-bonds, so one surefire way to make sure everything's on the up and up is to get pregnant.
Mind Games - Being psychically connected is all good until they fuck with your head.

Dependency - It's not always easy, being for, all intents and purposes, addicted to a person. You need them like you need breathing, and you'll take what you can even if you're ashamed.

Already with Someone - You love someone, but they're not your bond. Can they keep you when you meet your real bond?

I'm Not Yours, You're Not Mine - You know you're not bonds. Still you want them to stay with you and you'll do anything and try to be better.

False Bond - You thought you were bonded, you really did, until you met them

Faking It - There are benefits to faking a bond, including for safety, financial gain, and to secure alliances. Of course, you can't fake it in the bedroom.

Manipulating - You'll get what you want, even if you have to lie and pretend you're bonded to them...how you can fake that, no one knows, but it's worth a shot.

It's Not Me, It's You - Sometimes, mistakes are made. They're your bond, but you're not theirs.

Break the Bond - Because you have a death wish or a snuff kink.

My Ex-Lover is Dead - Your soul bond is gone and you're trying to fill the gap.

OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN

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The breath gets knocked out of him when his back hits the door, and he only manages to get it back with extreme effort-- his chest rises and falls in quick bursts, his other hand having come up to Harry's collar. The man's a good four inches taller than Tommy, and it leaves him looking up at him, fire still in his eyes.

"I've no interest in being ruled," he spits, but instead of pushing he's pulling him in, their bodies flush against each other. "Just like you. If we cannot avoid that, I'd rather cut you out."

He needs to know, Harry does, how completely serious Tommy is about this.

"You think I'd want to keep you, do you?" Harry mutters. "Treat you like my boys, have you come and go as I please, take your share in the business?"

He breathes deep, smelling whiskey and cigarette smoke and sweat. His cock twitches in his trousers.

"Nothing would sicken me more, Shelby. You hear me? You're my bond. You're no more my fucking possession than I am yours."

His adam's apple bobs when he swallows, heavily, despite suddenly feeling parched. He felt that, against his leg, and he felt his own cock twitch in turn.

There's nothing he can say to that- it's what he'd needed, so badly, to hear-- he doesn't care about the boys, doesn't care if Harry keeps on doing what he's done before. Just as long as Tommy will keep his dignity, his business, his family--

There's nothing he can say. So he acts, by pulling him in those few inches, and kissing him with a ferocity he's never felt in himself before.

Harry's never been kissed like this before. His boys are universally submissive to him, returning his affections with enthusiasm, but never instigating. It's - thrilling. He parts his lips, licks greedily into his mouth, one hand sliding around the back of his neck as the other runs across his side and over his hip. The bond sparks between them, a circuit completing, lights blazing into warm life inside his chest. He's never felt like this before.

One hand fists in Harry's hair, pulling him in and keeping him where Tommy wants him-- right up against him, so he can roll his hips and feel his stiffening cock against his hip. All the frustration of the past few months, all the fear and anger, it all seems to leave his body as they kiss.

He'd find it ironic, laugh at himself, if he weren't so thoroughly caught up in the man in front of him. Unconsciously, he's moving away from the door, pushing him towards the ratty sofa in the corner.

Every time their bodies meet on the stumbling journey to the bed - it brings their bodies bumping together, colliding gently and not-so-gently, shivers of friction racing through him. His arousal ramps up faster than it has in years, and he's not a young man any more but right now he feels like a randy, stupid teenager, like all the experience and cynicism has been torn away from him.

Enough, at least, that he doesn't protest when their tumble onto the sofa puts Tommy on top of him. He just slots his thigh between the other man's and rubs up into him, feeling with a thrill how fucking hard he is.

He moans into Harry's open mouth, his cock a hard line against Harry's thigh. His hands have moved, now, to his shoulder, his chest, roaming over his stomach and thighs. He knows he'll have him naked soon enough, so for now it's exciting to feel him through his clothing, feel the warmth of his skin with a bit of a damper between them.

He doesn't speak much, not even outside the bedroom, but the way he's behaving makes things all the more clear. When he pulls away for a brief second he looks at Harry with wide-eyed wonder, that someone could make him feel like this.

That look on Tommy's face is reflected on Harry's, and he'd barely recognise himself in a mirror right now. He looks so young, so startled by the intensity of his own desire, almost drunk on it. So much so that before, he was wondering what would happen if Tommy couldn't accept rolling over for him - here and now, he absolutely doesn't care. Whatever Tommy wants, he can want.

"You're still dressed," he mutters, like anything else was likely, and reaches up to grab his collar and wrench the button open.

"I always knew you were a smart one," he rasps, but he's smiling, lets Harry yank at his clothing to get it off. He's doing the same thing: undoing his tie, fumbling with the buttons.

He has to stop when their shirts are off, to press himself against Harry's bare skin, to marvel in that feeling of pure, warm contact. "Harry--"

"Tommy," Harry all but growls, reaching down to grab Tommy's arse and pull their hips flush. Feeling the ridge of his hard cock right up against Tommy's makes him groan and thrust up, instinctively seeking pressure. "Christ. You gorgeous fucker."

He's almost overcome, but finds it in himself to ask a question:

"You done this before? With another bloke?"

He gives a harsh, desperate laugh at that, the way Harry is addressing him- when just fifteen minutes ago they'd staunchly avoided each other. He leans down to suck a bruise into Harry's neck, happily rolling his hips against the other man's.

"I have," he murmurs, against his skin. "Few times. Always giving, not-" Well. He has the vocabulary for it, but it all sounds crude, now.

"Yeah."

Harry bites at his jaw and casually offers an act of what he considers incredible generosity.

"I ain't bent over to take a cock yet, Shelby, but - we could call this your turn, eh?"

He sits up, slightly, his eyes wide, surprised, and incredibly aroused. Harry has his reputation, of course, and Tommy had known some of it, but he'd expected him to have done it at least once. That he never has, and that he'd let Tommy do it, now...

He's flushed to his collarbones, and he reaches down to cup Harry's cock through his trousers.

"You'd let me, eh? Let me all up inside you?"

He nods. He's nervous - unnerved by his own willingness, even - but the heat of arousal comes over him in ever increasing waves.

"Call it evidence of my willingness to compromise," he says, laughing thickly. "Only if you've got something to ease the way, mind, I've got things to do tomorrow."

And he knows he'll be feeling it when he sits down, regardless.

He laughs again, a sharp, happy sound that's muffled in the warm skin of Harry's neck. He squeezes him again, as if he wants to give him more motivation to say yes to this, to let him in.

"Won't do it on the sofa, then," he decides- he'd thought they'd wank each other off at most, but he's not going to say no to this when it's on offer. He gives him one more firm, greedy kiss before pulling away and standing up.

There's lube on the bedside table, for himself, but he's so glad he has it now for other purposes. He fumbles with his own trousers, looking up at Harry to see how he's doing now.

Harry gets up off the sofa, taking a moment to steady his hands before he slides his belt free of the loops and then unzips his trousers. Getting naked poses no trouble at all; he's strong and lean, and he tries his best to keep his body in a shape he's happy to show off. Stepping out of his trousers and underwear reveals a pale, lightly scarred body and a thick cock in a thatch of dark pubic hair.

A bit of mutual masturbation isn't something he would have said no to, but they aren't just messing around, are they? This is a bond, and a business partnership alike, and they need to seal that deal with something meaningful. And this - well, he won't say he doesn't have his reservations, but he absolutely meant it when he said this was Tommy's turn. He'll get his own next time.

His eyes drag over Tommy's body, and he licks his lips unconsciously.

When Tommy turns around to pull him into the bedroom, the bullet scar on his back is already visible- there's others, knife wounds and stab wounds, enough to show that he's lived a violent life but few enough that it's clear he came out on top.

He doesn't take his trousers off until they're in the bedroom- he hangs them over a chair when he does, almost self-consciously, before turning back to face Harry. There's another bullet scar right over his heart, and a few silvery scars on his abdomen. His cock, completely hard and bobbing a little as he walks, is slimmer but a good size for his height.

He isn't thinking much about it, though- he looks at Harry and he feels a sharp stab of arousal, but looking can come later: right now he wants to touch. He draws him in and kisses him again, to take away his nerves.

Harry kisses back, all heat and greed, one hand at the back of Tommy's neck and the other on his chest, over his heart. He can feel scar tissue under his fingertips and instinctively he wants to protect it somehow. The idea that he might have died before Harry even found him--

Fucking unthinkable.

He tumbles them down onto the bed, a tangle of warm naked limbs, and ruts shamelessly to into him. Makes no attempt to stifle the groan it pulls from him.

Good- Tommy doesn't want him to. He lands a hand on Harry's arse and squeezes, firmly, pulling him into him. He knows he'll be fucking him, now, and so he doesn't mind being on the bottom. Especially not when it means Harry can take his pleasure like this, can rut into him all hot and moaning, his cock occasionally rubbing up against Tommy's.

"Harry-- fuck, Harry, that's good-"

"Yeah," he mutters, a low urgent sound accompanied by a quick jolt of his hips. "Jesus fuck, look at you."

He collects himself a little, pressing a shallow bite against Tommy's collarbone, then lifting himself just barely enough to make eye contact.

"Pass me the slick before I lose my fucking nerve."

He groans at that bite, arches up to meet it while his hands find purchase on Harry's hips. They're too narrow, a little too boney, and he can see his ribs poking through as well. It makes him growl softly and rise up again to kiss him before pulling away, reaching over for the slick. It might be on purpose, or it might not, but he shows him the long, strong line of his back as he reaches out.

It's a little jar of the stuff, and he presses it into Harry's hand. "You wanna do it to yourself?"

"Yeah." He's never done this to himself before, but he's prepared a number of pretty young men for the task and he trusts himself to that extent, at least. He kneels up over Tommy, unconscious of the show he's putting on, then swipes his fingers through the soft oily stuff and slides his hand back between his thighs.

Immediately he finds it's easier to bend forward, over his bond, one hand on the headboard as the other rubs slowly over his hole. Nerves more than physical discomfort makes him clench tight. He's homosexual but he's not a fucking poof, thank you all, he's never taken it -

"Fuck," he mutters, breathing raggedly. "I just - give us a minute."

"Come on," he breathes, leaning up on his elbows and nipping his shoulder. One hand strokes his side, over his hip, warming up his cold skin. He wants to keep looking at him like this, but it's probably not the easiest way to do it.

"C'mon, lemme help, eh? How about you get on your back, lemme pull you off while you do that?"

It's not that he knows, exactly, why Harry is suddenly clenching up- but he has an idea, and a deep feeling that's flowing through their developing bond. He understands, he'd feel the same, but now that he's offered he's not spreading his legs himself. Not tonight, not yet.

Harry groans and flops down onto his back at Tommy's side. He has no idea how much easier it'll really be, but the idea of being touched by his mate makes him feel calmer, like this'll be easier.

He holds out the pot of slick with his clean hand.

"Here."

"Good," he murmurs, gently encouraging, despite the way his eyes are still full of heat. He takes the pot of slick and does his fingers, then wraps his fist around Harry's cock.

It's strange- it's been so long since he's touched another man. The weight and warmth and size of it are all different from his own, and it's a little disorienting, excitingly so. He squeezes him once, then starts jacking him off slowly.

"I can't wait to fuck you," he whispers, hoarsely. "And next time, you can do me, Harry. Yeah? It'll be good."

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