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Today, you wake up inside a small, empty closet in which the air is most certainly contaminated with premium brand of grade A airborne aphrodisiac. Above the doors of the closet is a digital clock that reads "7:00" exactly. You do not know how long you have been inside this closet and, thus, it's almost impossible to tell how long you have been exposed to the aphro. No matter how much more time goes by, the clock does not change.

Then the doors open suddenly, but before you can make a move for them, another individual is shoved in with you, and the doors are shut and locked once again. Your unexpected "roommate" has also been drugged with the aphrodisiac and also does not know how long it has been since they were exposed. The only clue at all is how aroused you are and how difficult you find it not to engage in sexual acts with the person you have been paired up with.

Now, you realize that the clock that read "7:00" is not a clock at all — it's a timer, and it started counting down for exactly 7 minutes when the doors were shut again.

OBJECTIVE: All you have to do is wait it out for 7 full minutes with the other person inside the closet space. At the end of your 7 minutes, the closet doors will automatically unlock and open, releasing you both. Aphro or no aphro, it seems easy, right? Well, there's a catch; each and every time you two touch each other, the timer completely starts over.

Whether you want to get out of the closet or not, good luck!

RULES:

Post with your character's name, fandom, and pairing preferences, if you have any, in the subject line of your comment. You can either make up a little scenario for your character or leave it blank and let others surprise you!

Feel free to specify how much aphro your character has been given in the subject line!

Have fun and play nice!

[originally from The Love Hotel]

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[First thing Snow noted when waking up were that he definitely wasn't in his room any longer. The second thing he noted were the fuzzy feeling in his head that felt somewhat familiar. Right, he had felt the same after being drugged and dumped out in the woods. And that had him questioning how he could feel like that at all. Since that point he had grown immune towards well anything really. Toxins, poisons, venoms, drugs, medicine, even bacteria and viruses all had no effect on him. Or rather should not.

And then he noted the slightly sweet scent in the air. Aphrodisiac. And one that clearly had an effect on him. If he would not have been so pissed off over being kidnapped and drugged then he would find it impressive.

Without warning the doors to the small place he had been trapped in opened and another figure got pushed inside, the doors closing right away. Well now he found himself trapped in a small space with a stranger, breathing in airborne aphrodisiac that affected him and that already had given him a hard on. Lovely.]

[Voicetesting!]

(Yeah, she could easily teleport out of the closet, but what would be the fun in that?)

Harry hadn't intended to be shoved into a closet, but really, it wasn't the worst thing that could happen, even if he felt his heart beat slamming into his chest, and his skin going hot. And well, he was hornier than he could ever remember being. It didn't help that he was only dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, neither of which left much to be imagined.

When someone else, a very sexy woman was shoved in, too? He lurched forward, then fell back, shaking his head. "Hey, ah... did they tell you what was going on? I'm a little confused." But his voice was thick with the way whatever it was they had given him was making him feel.

Clarice was shoved into a closet, a fog of thick air meeting her as the door closed behind her. She managed to inhale a huge lungful of ... whatever this was. "What the hell?!" Honestly, she'd just come to this party to have a good time, and she was feeling so ambushed right now.

She stared resentfully at the door, about to teleport back out and give the offending party a piece of her mind (and maybe find a bathroom, because holy hell, her nethers were burning all of a sudden). Then she heard a male voice ask her something, practically in her ear, and she startled and yelped. "Jeezus!"

Her martial arts training kicked in. She slammed her forearm into his chest to drive him back and create space, then she raised her leg and planted her foot on his chest to pin him against the closet wall. "Hands where I can see 'em, buh... buddy...." The exertion caused her to inhale more of the thick air, and she found herself shuddering; the burning sensation intensified. Losing her balance, she braced herself against the walls to stay upright, her foot sliding off of him.

Turns out she was in a closet with a really good-looking guy. Unbeknownst to her, the clock had reset to 7:00.

Harry jumped at her exclamation, then winced as she pinned him against thew wall with her foot. He carefully raised his hands above his head, feeling a desire to reach out and touch her in all sorts of places with them, and fighting against it as fear and worry had him drawing huge lungfuls of that air, that sweet, wonderful air.

"I didn't do it, promise. I just was minding my own business when someone snatched me and tossed me in here. Are you okay?" He rubbed his chest, eyeing her and that rather sexy set of legs she had and following them up... before he snatched his eyes away from her.

He was really wishing he had worn more than nicely fitting shorts, a belt, and a shirt, because he could feel the arousal starting, completely making him turn red. And making his shorts slowly tent higher and higher and higher...

Okay. Apparently he was just as much a hapless bystander in this as she was. She put her foot down away from him. "Oh, uh. Yeah, I'm fine." His concern for her wellbeing made her look away and blush dark purple. "I'm Clarice."

It was summer, so she was wearing a layered tank top and shorts rolled up to just above her mid-thigh. This caused her to wonder how much of her inner thigh he could see when she'd pinned him with a kick. Was it possible he saw her panties?

That thought caused her to cough and blush even more, as she realized she very much wanted him to see her panties. And she was sneaking glances at him, her gaze noticing the tent in his shorts. Her own nipples were visibly poking against her top.

Two long minutes passed as she fidgeted and sweated. A weird clock was counting down and had five minutes to go. "So, uh, what should we do to pass the time?" She was so horny, and his boner was not going away.

"I'm Harry. I wish ah, I wish we were meeting under better circumstances." Her legs were incredibly gorgeous, and his eyes had followed them down, down to where they joined her body, but he had yanked his eyes away too soon/just in time to keep from seeing anything more.

His eyes plucked out every detail of her and he noticed those hard nipples, and felt a small smirk growing on his face. It was hot in here, wasn't it?

"Ah, I dunno. We could, ah, talk? I could give you a shoulder massage?" Why had he offered that? He was so horny, he could explode, but he felt like he had to fight it, even as his shorts became more and more uncomfortable. Heck, all of his clothing felt uncomfortable. His fingers played with the edges of his shirt, tempting him to strip it off.

"It's hot."

[Even with all the indignities Regene regularly faces as a member of Innovator Haus, he's never been manhandled like this before, and he's about to speak up when whoever's got hold of him finally shoves him into some unfamiliar, very cramped space. He catches a flash of green hair right before things go almost completely dark, which fills him with more dread than he knew he was capable of feeling until his eyes adjust to the thin light cast by the digital numbers above the door - is he locked in here with Ribbons?

No. No, he can see he was wrong now. It's just Hiling, which may prove annoying but isn't worthy of dread.]

I don't suppose I have any hope of getting you to te - [Before he can say "tell me what's going on here," the first breath he took to start the sentence carries something to his bloodstream that makes his entire body flush, his skin suddenly so hot and sensitive he can hardly stand it. Gasping in surprise only makes it worse, of course.] - Hiling, what is all this?

[ Being shoved in the closet all alone it's as if she is being punished. She doesn't even know what she did wrong. Pounding on the door doesn't work so she stares at the door as if that would make them come back. It seems to work, much to her surprise. The door opens, but she doesn't get a chance to protest before she's shut inside again. Uncomfortable and utterly unable to sit still. At least now she isn't alone. Not her favorite person, but she can amuse herself until she gets out of here. Feigning ignorance, she reaches out to touch his face and hair. ]

What? Who's there?

St - stop it, stop - [He and Revive may have very similar voices, but Regene doesn't believe for a second that Hiling would ever mistake him for Revive once even a single word had come out of his mouth, and he doesn't sound like anyone else here. She's just doing this to be obnoxious, and while he could normally tolerate that for longer, her fingertips feeling like they're trailing fire across his skin right now.

He fumbles his own hands up her arms and finally manages to get a grip on her wrists, but whether or not he'll be able to hold off a combat type is a question he hates to have come up at this exact moment, because he thinks the answer will be "not."]

- stop touching me. [The quaver in his voice is so plainly audible that it makes him wince.]

[ She liked to remind him of their difference in strength. If she wanted to she could force him down and sit on his back until she got bored. Instead she's distracted by his grip on her bare wrists. It's enough to make her hesitate. But she shouldn't be affected like that. It seems she's not the only one. She picks up on the tone of his voice first, and if she concentrates, perhaps more, but that's all she needs. ]

Oh that's right. We're stuck here as long as we're touching. That's unfortunate, isn't it.

[The more uncomfortable he gets, the more she plays into it, of course. He'd expect nothing else from Hiling. But he's starting to become aware that he's not alone in feeling the effects of this room as well, noting how Hiling's pulse jumps where he's got hold of her wrists, and his own mischievous side suddenly decides that playing chicken is the best course of action.

It's actually the exact opposite of the best course of action, but - well. He'll deal with that fact later.]

Does that mean you want to stay? [He slides the pads of his thumbs up and down the insides of her wrists, and his voice drops to a low, intimate murmur.] Hiling, I had no idea you felt this way, but all this is a bit much. You could've just told me.

[ If he keeps doing that she's going to blush. She can't let him see that. Snatching her hands back, she chuckles at the idea. Feelings? Like that? Not her. Especially not for him. She was only going to tease him a little but now he's getting serious. If that's how it is then she isn't backing down. She leans into his space with her finger pressed to his chest. ]

What an imagination you have. Where did you get that idea?

Well, you do insist on touching me over and over again... [And she's extremely close now, which has his skin prickling and his own hands itching to touch her now that the contact's been broken. He swallows hard and wonders if maybe he should reconsider this as a game - it doesn't even feel entirely under his control anymore.

But at this point, doesn't that mean he's admitted defeat?]

If you really can't resist, it seems cruel to stop you. [Somehow he manages to maintain an absurdly innocent expression when he says that, but his hands are just too restless to leave hanging at his sides, so he ends up sliding his fingertips up one side of her neck. Definitely beyond his control, definitely nothing he can do.]

I'm touching you because I can.

[ She still insists there's nothing to it, even as her hand flattens against his chest, pushing the fabric of his shirt up with it. Her gaze shifts toward the hand at her neck. That's playing dirty going for such a sensitive vulnerable spot. She resists as best she can but manages only to turn her head away. This is going somewhere quickly and she's not sure that's what she intended. Yet the desire to best Regene easily smothers any rational thought she might have left after the drugs took effect. ]

[Because she can. Ugh. Even when he gets actively involved, she makes it about her winning the power play because he couldn't fight her off anyway - so either way, whether she wants it or not, and whether he wants it or not, she wins.

He hates Hiling, hates Ribbons, and even hates Innovades as a concept at the moment, despite being one and also being rather fond of himself. And most of all, he hates that he's starting to want it more and more, a reflexive gasp leaving his lips at her firm touch and the tickle of his shirt's hemline over his lower abdomen. His pupils dilate suddenly, almost blacking out the red of his irises, but then they shrink back to reveal the pulsing multicolour pattern that means he's about to reach out on a deeper level.]

You can keep trying to pretend you don't feel whatever this is every bit as much as I do. [He tightens his hand around the back of her neck and pulls her in until they're nose to nose, the lights of his eyes actually flickering across her skin.] But if I don't believe you and you can't make yourself stop, what's the real point?

[ Once the connection is open it's harder to hide. That goes for both of them. Shutting it down too quickly would be a mistake. She isn't afraid. In fact it could make things interesting. They're so close now, their eyes in sync with each other. Her breath is warm on his cheek and her expression still smug as ever. ]

You want the truth? I'm having fun.

[ She means it exactly like he's some kind of toy for her to play with. The moment she gets bored she'll abandon him. But she knows here, when they're affected like this, that he won't disappoint her. ]

[In the face of Hiling's unshakable smugness, Regene is struck by the sudden and overwhelming thought that he would love to make her scream, which only carries a sexual overtone because of the context - he would attack her until she screamed and find just as much pleasure in it, but that's not the kind of pleasure either of them is interested in at the moment.

Determination flares up inside him because she's absolutely right: he'll pull out all the stops to try and crack her sweetly unaffected demeanor, and he doesn't care if that's playing into her games anymore. He wraps his other arm around her waist and pulls her body in close to match where their faces are almost touching, then closes that gap as well to give her a long, slow kiss with his lips parted just enough to keep it from being too dry and chaste.]

[ If she was beginning to pick up on something he was thinking, it's gone when their lips touch. So easily distracted. She isn't one to just let him do what he wants so she returns the kiss just as eagerly. The more she touches him the more she realizes how much she needs to. She always did find him strangely attractive. Her leg wraps around him as she presses herself against him, taking the opening to go in with her tongue. ]

[If Regene's honest with himself, he has to admit that he's attracted to Hiling as well - to both she and Ribbons, and the way their faces can shift from sweetly innocent to vicious as quickly as their temperament. It's a quality that should be disturbing, but Regene hardly has the luxury to be disturbed by them when they're all (mostly) of the same kind; instead, the Russian Roulette aspect to interactions with Hiling and Ribbons has become oddly exciting.

And true to that dynamic between them, Hiling immediately shocks him enough to take back control for herself. He didn't expect this eager of a response, and it causes him to sway so badly off balance that he has to hold her even more tightly to keep them both from falling, which makes him gasp at the friction of their bodies sliding and notching together right as Hiling curls her tongue over his lip, which - well, the outcome of that is obvious. His mouth is open and ready, and he moans deep in his throat at the feeling of Hiling's tongue brushing against his.]

[ It always pleased her to catch him by surprise. There's no scheme in mind. She only follows her whims. Rather than take a moment to consider whether it would be the right course of action she is already acting on it to find out for herself. Even someone as deep in her mind as he is would find her difficult to predict. ]

Somebody ought to put you in your place.

[ She makes it no secret that she puts herself above the rest of them, second only to Ribbons himself. Anything less than loyal devotion to him is not good enough. If only Regene would kneel for her. She shoves him back toward the wall. ]

[He hits the wall with a hard thump that almost knocks the wind from his lungs, but manages to catch his breath in time to pull Hiling with him again, reclaiming her mouth with a sharp bite to her lower lip.]

Is that why we're here? I've been a bad boy and you're going to punish me? I can't imagine Ribbons delegating that particular task. [Unless she means shaming him rather than punishing him, but - no, he'd still expect Ribbons to do that himself.]

What are you going to do? Tell him?

[ If he likes the way she laughs, he'll love it when it's in his head. The sting on her lip takes a moment before it registers and she realizes what he's done. She drags her nails down his neck, keeping him pinned to the wall. Her hip bone digs into him where it juts out. ]

[Her nails bite much more sharply than he thinks his teeth did, although that may just be because she's using them in such a sensitive spot. The sting of them comes edged with an unexpected pleasure that makes him tilt his head back to expose his neck rather than trying to protect it, moaning so shrilly that he sounds as alarmed as he does aroused.

Which - well, it is a bit of both. The correct reaction to Hiling going for the throat is not to offer her a better angle, and having his instinct lose sight of that fact isn't exactly comforting.]

I'll need some explanation if you leave visible marks, won't I? [Even his response sounds backed into a corner, pathetically helpless, and Hiling will doubtlessly be able to feel just how much influence she's already had with her lower body pressed so tight against his.]

[ He's on his own to figure that one out. She just wishes she could see it more clearly how the red marks form on his skin. They were sure to heal quickly anyway. She leans in as if to kiss his neck when he exposes it for her, but licks it instead. With her hips firmly against him she isn't letting him move around much. ]

I love that sound you make. Do it again.

Only when you earn it.

[This isn't some kind of performance on his part, and while he might be willing to tease her with sultry moans and cries if it were, all he can do to save face now is make her work for the real thing. He bites down hard on his lip to keep himself silent when she drags her tongue up his neck, as if to prove that point.

His hands, at least, are still free, so he turns his attention to pulling Hiling's shirt loose from her belt and giving her back the exact same treatment - shoulder blades to tailbone, he rakes his nails over her skin with all he force he can muster.]

You're practically begging for it already.

[ Her eyes narrow as she grins. For a moment it's the same way her twin might look at him. Confident that she's already won. She can't let a challenge like that go unanswered. And it will be so much better when she does earn it. When they're connected it's even easier to feel out what will get that kind of reaction. She doesn't stop him from messing with her shirt. A gasp escapes at the sudden pain his nails leave behind. It only seems to encourage her when he's rough like that. She licks her lips as she slides her knee between his legs. ]

[His immediate urge to rub himself against the pressure of Hiling's thigh is mortifying, something he knows he can't do - but it's also coming from a very different part of his brain, a level so base and carnal that he's surprised Innovades can reach it at all. He's surprised it hasn't been rendered vestigial by all of their genetic improvements.

But it's still there, and it's a powerful enough override that he grinds into her again after the first time, groaning in a much lower register as he finally starts to get some real stimulation instead of just teasing.]

... and that's what you're really after. [Boy, does he feel stupid now. Of course that's how Hiling would want to shame him, of course it is.]

[ As long as she has the upper hand she will exploit it to the fullest extent. She watches him struggle and give in. This isn't the face of composure that she's so used to. Wiping that smirk off his face is her new favorite thing. She never knew it could be this easy. She can pretend like she's above it, but seeing him like this has an obvious effect on her. ]

Ah, you're so smart, Regene, and yet so disgustingly human.

I wonder...

[Her pause to drink in his reaction only gives him a small window in which to act, but he's determined to make it enough - after a quick, bracing breath, he slides one hand between Hiling's legs and strokes firmly upward with his fingers.]

... you're enjoying this quite a bit yourself, and not entirely how I would expect.

[ That was a mistake. She realizes all too late she let her guard down. With his fingers between her legs she can't help but moan, but it sounds more like a whine. She didn't even realize she could be so wet already until she feels them slide against her so easily. It's infuriating how even a slight touch there can make her squirm. That smugness is difficult to maintain. ]

How did you know?

My disgusting humanity helped me with that one. [She feels so good already, just on his fingertips - he knows the balance of power is shifting back in his favor and doesn't want to ruin that, but he can't hold back a sigh of pleasure as he imagines how easily he could slip into her like this.] I'm sure none of the others have ever noticed, but as I've felt physical arousal before?

[Once he's able to figure out exactly where she's most sensitive, the ambient energy of her QBW flickering just a tiny bit each time he touches her there, he rests his thumb on that spot and turns his hand so that he can nudge a single fingertip inside of her. Just playing around the edges of her entrance, getting used to the incredible heat.]

You never had a hope of hiding it from me.

[ Her eyes widen as she stands in too much shock to move. It's disturbing how easy it would be to give in. When he touches her just right she can convince herself it's not so bad. Then she remembers that it's him. Her control is slipping away as his finger teases her and she must grasp what she can. Before he can enjoy it too much she pulls away, denying him if only to see how it torments him. ]

That's not for you.

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