taken from a prompt on rpanons

[ecchis]

 

TRAPPED TOGETHER
a fuck or die smut meme

 

You don't remember falling asleep, but now you're waking up, and it's nowhere familiar. The room is white from top to bottom, clean and sterile. There is no visible door or other means of escape. Fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling provide the only light.

The room is mostly empty, but not entirely. A large monitor sits recessed into the wall opposite you. A chest of drawers sits on the wall to your left, and a closet in the wall to your right. You are sitting on a large, white bed, and you are not alone. Do you know this person? Are they a friend, an enemy, a lover? Or are they a complete stranger, someone you've never met before in your life. There is a strange collar around their neck, and with a start, you realize you have one on around your throat as well. Try as you might, you cannot remove it.

Whatever the case, the person you are stuck with is awakening as well, but before you two have time to so much as introduce yourselves, the monitor comes to life, and text appears on the screen.

YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE.
THE GAMES WILL NOW BEGIN.
DO AS YOU ARE TOLD AND YOU WILL LEAVE ALIVE.
ONCE WE'RE DONE WITH YOU, THAT IS.
IGNORE YOUR ORDERS AND DIE.
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CHEAT. WE WILL KNOW.
AND PLEASE, TRY TO HAVE FUN.

The message remains for a minute, just to make sure you both have time to read it, before fading away. Moments later, your first orders appear. Ignore them, and your collars will begin to constrict until you comply. Finish, and new orders will eventually appear. Between the chest of drawers and the closet beside the bed, everything you need is provided to you to perform, including toys, tools, special medications of various effects, and even food and drink.

Is your collar getting tighter? Better get busy. Remember, they're watching.


HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character information and preferences in the subject, as usual.
• OOC communication is extremely important in this meme, the orders your characters are given are determined between the two of you. They can be tame, or they can be extreme. Plan out what you want to play ahead of time, or surprise each other, just get a feel for what each of you want! Leaving a kinks list and/or an example of what kind of orders you like in your comment is a terrific idea.
• Keep on going as long as you please! If you really want, your characters can escape after a single smooch, or they can be going at it all day long.

 

Comments

[hellfireshotgun]

that fuckin' interaction tho. okay, do we wanna assume some cr for their youthful overwatch days ooor?

[overshot]

flexible here, can work with anything from "one time i got a boner during hand to hand and spent the next 30 years trying to live it down without talking to you" to "resentfully wearing our wedding rings on a necklace under my shirt"

[hellfireshotgun]

welp. that helps not at all because now i desperately want both extremes at the same time, thanks for that. but since i clearly enjoy pain, how about "were kinda an unofficial thing but shit escalated before gabriel could come to terms with Feelings, capital f." gabe'll have spent the remainder of his wraithy life brooding and resentful and kind of still in love, sorry. if you have another pref lmk i'm down for p much anything.

[overshot]

thanks, im a helper, i help. ur option sounds just fine like a fully loaded shotgun of manpain.

[hellfireshotgun]

manpain w a heavy peppering of bullshit, reaper-style. and that's the version you're getting btw so i hope your tactical visor is calibrated for THAT

...you're welcome

also starter'll have to happen after i sleep SORRY FOR THE COCKTEASE i'll be back, i swearsies (unless you start before me which is also a-okay)

but i love bullshit and resentment

[overshot]

Jack woke up slowly, bare-assed, face-down in a pillow whose faintly animalic smell was unfamiliar to him. When he runched it with a restless fist he found it full of grainy fluff: down. A down pillow. This was not his room. When he rolled over he clutched at the fine soft sheets in shock.

Above him stretched a clear dome, perhaps 30 feet across at the base, and beyond the dome lay the sea. Dark strands of tall kelp swayed in an uncertain, distant light from the faraway surface; huge silver-scaled fish slunk slowly past, dotted with parasitic freeloaders, and smooth lampreys, and a sickly pale crab skittered down the dome's exterior. He couldn't tell how far down they were, nor whether it was day or night. The illumination inside the dome came from a ring of lights around the base.

A camera was enclosed in a shield at the apex.

Unconsciously, he tugged at the thing around his neck -- there was a thing around his neck. Snug, metallic. He ran his fingers all the way around it and found no clasp. Fear started to percolate through his shock. He cast about on the wide white bed for a single god damn clue, and instead he found another body there.

Long, powerfully-built, naked and scarred, tangled in the sheets, with a metallic collar around his thick familiar throat... Jack's eyes widened. He hadn't seen that throat, bare and exposed, for over a decade. His breath caught in his chest, and it was hard to tear his eyes away when he saw shimmering in his peripheral vision.

Above them letters written in colored light flickered over the internal face of the dome, attracting the greedy gazes of fish.

Greetings Code Name: Reaper, Code Name: Soldier: 76:

You have been selected to provide physical information:

THREE ACTS OF SEXUAL CONGRESS

This experiment was authorized by official channels. Your cooperation is required.

A loud siren blared, and a clock appeared below the persistent message.

2:00:00

you gotta spice up consumed souls somehow, know what i mean

[hellfireshotgun]

The first thing that occurred to Reaper as he slowly roused from sleep was that he was rousing from sleep.

He didn't do a lot of what people normally did, not anymore. Eating, healing, sleeping - mundane routine no longer applied to the geist known as Reaper. Human needs hadn't applied for long enough that he'd almost forgotten what waking up even felt like.

Like a flicked switch, like an old mechanical motor stirring to life. Stuttering and slow, a useless prolonging of an entirely vulnerable state of being.

Reaper was above that. But not today.

He pushed himself to sit up, instantly aware of two other things: that he was missing his mask, and he was naked.

Oh, and chained by the neck. Well, fuck that.

Nearly without thought, Reaper dissipated, floating upwards, away, out of the binds - then promptly stopped, falling to one knee in a less than graceful motion. He reached up, and felt that the collar was still there, tight and unyielding. Again, Reaper ghosted, in the other direction this time, and again found himself on his knees as the collar actually tightened around his neck.

With a low growl, Reaper turned swiftly, finally noticing that he occupied a bed with one other person. And not just any person. One that was incredibly built, grey-haired and battle-scarred, a pale expanse of skin that had Reaper's breath catching in his throat.

Fuck.

"What is this." It was a demand, nearly hissed, directed at anyone that would answer him.

The information projected above them provided nothing more than to add to Reaper's wild indignation, fingernails digging into his palm as both hands tightened into fists at his side.

"This-" he began again, and was interrupted by further instructions, projected onto the top of the domed shield.

Uninterrupted physical contact will be required. You have one minute to comply.

What Reaper needed to do, besides blow everything to kingdom come, was keep a cool head. Figure out some way to circumvent this situation. To get the hell out and begin the process of angrily forgetting any of this ever happened. But not even death and a crappy resurrection beat the temper out of him, so instead, Reaper rounded on the similarly naked Jack Morrison and spat out the next words that came to mind.

"What're you doing here?"

hey sorry eaten alive by xmas

[overshot]

Jack spat back over his shoulder, "Just lucky I guess." Before he slid out of the bed. Surreal, to see Reyes' beautiful body dissolve into smoke right before his eyes. It disturbed him on some deep level. He didn't give a shit about giving his back to his opponent - if Reaper wanted to take a shot at him, he'd be ready for it. Instead he padded bareassed and barefoot to the wall, lifting a hand to it. The glassy surface of the dome was perfectly smooth and cool. His fingers left a faint ripple of light - a plasma display film must line the entire thing.

If this was Talon, they were punishing Reaper. An airtight dome at the bottom of the ocean? He wasn't going to escape from that no matter what kind of arcane bullshit he'd turned into. If it wasn't Talon... who would do this to him. To them.

Uninterrupted physical contact. Behind his calm face his pulse hammered in his throat. Sexual congress. With the one man he never thought he'd see again. A school of dark red fish swam beyond his fingertips, writhing swiftly in the waters as a predator shark with bared teeth flung himself after them.

At his throat the collar tightened. He swore quietly to feel it flex.

"Are you--"

That was as far as he got before he realized it wasn't stopping. He turned from the dome, rounding on Reaper, and began to rush towards him. "--Get over here!"