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The Bath House Meme

Ritual Cleansing: Maybe you're a priestess, maybe a priest, maybe you're just dirty. Either way there's a ceremony coming up and you need cleansing. Is your partner a fellow virtuous maiden, a helpful assisstant, a runaway thief come to spoil your chastity?

Healing: Maybe age is catching up with you, maybe you've been injured, maybe you just need to relax some aching muscles after a long day's work. Either way the cloudy water is filled with minerals to help heal you up.

Sauna: Nothing quite beats some time in a good sauna. So these aren't exactly baths but they are certainly relaxing and included in a great many bath houses around the world. So poor some more water on those rocks, lay back, and relax.... just don't fall asleep

Spa Treatment: Someone somewhere decided that stuffing one's body in a vat of mud or other various concoctions was good for you. Maybe it's for your skin, maybe it's for you health, or maybe you just like that squishy feeling between your toes.

Massage: What could be better than a nice thorough massage? There's dozens of different styles, some for the more brave of heart than others, but they all guarantee one thing... to turn you into jelly beneath someone else's hands.

Jacuzzi: This is not your ordinary bath, oh no. This is a swirling bubbling tub of heated bliss. Maybe it's supposed to be for healing, or maybe you're being naughty and sneaking out to the hot tub in the snow for some skinny dipping. Either way, feels great doesnt it?

Open Air Baths: The plus to these baths is not so much the bath itself as it is the grand view that one can get from such a bath. Natural hot springs are very comfortable indeed and they have a tendency to be set in some of the most gorgeous scenery around.

Historical Bath: Now these are the grandaddies of all public baths. They may not be number one on the sanitation scale but these are grand, decadent baths with water heated by glass roofs, massive marble pools, and golden fixtures everywhere. The other plus here is that there is any number of attendents at your beck and call to fetch you things, massage you, do all that hard work of scrubbing for you.... maybe even do a little something extra for you too.

Who needs a bath?: Maybe you're too manly for a bathhouse. Or maybe you're just a cheapskate. Regardless, this is no bath this is a lake. You'd just better hope bandits don't run off with your clothes.

Chose your own!: Think of something not on here? Go with it! Or if you don't want to roll just pick your poison and go with that! Just make sure you have fun!

WHAT TO DO:

Post with your characters! You know the drill. Some of these will likely go into smutty territory so be sure to specify what's okay and what's not and to warn for things guys!
Poke around, find a ~~victim~~ person to tag.
Slide over to the RNG for a prompt or pick your own!
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Profit!

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Where else but your chambers?

[There's a strong roll of his joints over Ashura's skin to accompany that remark -- perhaps a suggestion, if he might be so bold to declare it. But he remains within the realm of decorum, simply indulging in the evoked responses.]

[Ashura swallows thickly, holding back the groan in the back of his throat as the man's attentions start to achieve their purpose.

Not just in regards to those knotted muscles either. Taishakuten's messages were loud and clear.

And while Ashura held no affection for him in particular (yet, a small voice in the back of his mind added), he was a man with needs that he only had met for necessity's sake...]

There is that persistence I mentioned earlier. Surely you have your choice of women or men, gods or mortals alike if you so chose.

And yet, here you are. [And a soft sigh escapes his lips this time, just the softest bit of vocalization accompanying it. Even if this was below his station, Taishakuten seemed to work well with his hands after all.]

It's as you say. I have my pick of the lot.

[He thrusts his hips into a final push against the neck, then trailing his hands to the shoulders and along the ribs. He lifts one hand to run the fingernail of his index finger down Ashura's spine. The hand still rimming his side rests on Ashura's hip while he idly drags his nail over each bump of the spine.]

Do you disapprove of my choice?

And there is the confidence. [The dark-haired god shakes his head faintly as he lifts it, pushing himself up onto his arms. His back arches and twists with the shift, body half turned toward Taishakuten to meet his gaze. The towel still drapes appropriately over him of course, though the man's hand was a little more questionably placed, but Ashura-ou seems unconcerned with that fact. Instead he watches the man's face intently.]

I don't disapprove. I'm merely... curious, let's call it.

[Wary was another word for it, but it hardly suits his needs here, so he did not use it.]

[Taishakuten doesn't object to this change in position at all. If anything, his motives are more closely reached by this development. He positions himself almost enveloping Ashura by leaning over him, a smirk firmly settled on his face.]

Curiosity breeds intimacy.

[He moves his hand from Ashura's back to his hair, holding a strand to his face. After some moments of closing his eyes to appreciate the scent and texture of it, he gazes upon the God of War once more.]

Or so the saying goes.

[Ashura's eyes keep locked with Taishakuten's as he leans over him, not in the least bit intimidated by the man. Where others feared, he simply knew to have a healthy respect for this god.

And to not underestimate him.

He doesn't object as pale fingers slid into his hair and he watches silently as Taishakuten takes his time indulging in it. Never before had Ashura had such attentions lavished on him. Even those he knew wished to share his bed, none were like him.]

I suppose then that you can take from that as you will, Taishakuten. [And his hand lifts and he lays it on the other man's lightly, waiting to see just how he does take it.

It was a bold move of his own, placing the direction of this encounter in Taishakuten's hands, but it's a calculated one and he is ready for whatever direction that may be.]

[Taishakuten stares at the hand, raising a brow. He doesn't break the eye contact, as if he's giving Ashura a final warning before making his word true.]

I intend to take it all.

You've made that quite clear.

[And his hand travels along the length of of Taishakuten's arm, feeling the muscles under his finger tips. It continues, curving over his shoulder, up his long, lean throat and stills as he cups his cheek lightly.

His gold eyes fix Taishakuten with an intense stare, emphasizing the words he speaks next.]

And to show my respect, I will be clear with you in return. I can offer you what you desire, but everything has a cost, Taishakuten. But I cannot yet tell you what your cost is. Even so, are you prepared for the price of your wish?

[Taishakuten seizes Ashura by the wrist and pulls him chest to chest, wrapping his other arm around Ashura's waist. His next words are practically spoken into Ashura's ear. He inhales deeply, shifting the hair there with his nose.]

Speak no more on the matter. To get what I want, I'll accept it no matter what the costs are.

[Ashura's breath catches sharply as he's tugged off the table entirely, towel sliding to the ground forgotten as he's held close to the other man. There was no turning back now...

His body was tense again, pressed up against Taishakuten and it could be felt throughout his frame, but it was not fear or anxiety that causes it.

No, it's anticipation. He would defy fate and this was the next step down that path. He inhales deeply himself, catching the scent of Taishakuten himself and closes his eyes.]

It's as you said, then... you would move the stars themselves? [And as he speaks his lips brush the rim of the other man's ear, breath warm against his skin and stirring strands of pale silken hair.]

[Taishakuten holds Ashura for some moments, instantly sensing how uncomfortable the man must be from his stiffness. But it wasn't a "no" and he had no intention of turning back. He holds him there, idly raking one hand up and down the man's back until he relaxes somewhat.

He represses a shudder at Ashura's hot words into his ear, opting instead to burrow his face more completely in Ashura's warm embrace. He's living. He's Taishakuten's. He could seize him right now.]

I will do everything in my power.

[The man takes a deep breath and slowly lets the tension ease out of his body, relaxing into the hand traveling the expanse of his back. It was decided.]

Then I shall do the same.

[He murmurs, voice low and hushed against the man's ear once more. And though this is all for the sake of his wish, he has done far worse. He feels no disgust or hesitation as his hands lift and he places them to warm skin, finger tips brushing slowly up the length of Taishakuten's back.]

[Taishakuten allows himself to dwell in this victory. It's a feat, for sure, winning over the God of War. Everything is so close within his grasp. And even if eating the forbidden fruit means facing the consequences later, so be it.]

Ashura-ou...

[His grip tightens just enough to hold the man snugly in his arms; enough to know this body belongs to him, enough to know that this body is in his arms, enough to know that there is nothing in the world that can take away this moment. It's inside of him. Forever.

With that, he slips onto the massage table besides his companion. He lays on his side, one arm support his neck and the other embracing Ashura over the hip. He continues to stroke up and down the man's back though his nails scrape harder to suggest some immediacy.]

Shall we begin?

[Ashura takes a deep breath and considers even as the other man's proximity makes that breath come a little faster than usual. His eyes flick to the door. Certainly in normal circumstances no one would dare barge in while the god was being massaged, but...]

Do you really want to risk being interrupted here, Taishakuten?

[And here he pauses, gold eyes meeting icy blue ones as one brow lifts almost as if in challenge. There is perhaps even the hint of a curve to his lips.] Besides, I don't believe you finished your task. Shouldn't we take things one at a time?

Are you ashamed to be found with me?

[Taishakuten narrows his eyes at the War God's concern. He hardly needs to follow his gaze to figure out what bothers him. He'd rather proclaim to the world that this man belongs to him and yet he won't stand for anybody laying their eyes upon Ashura like this; nobody but him must witness this captivating sight. He assumes an air of finality, waving off the anxiety.]

I shall personally deal with whoever dares to interrupt me.

[He's well versed with this routine of exchanging duties to achieve his goals. If that requires him to continue this lowly job, then so be it. Taishakuten is hardly one to object to running his hands all over the man's pale, unblemished skin. If anything, the reminder of his original cause brings an amused smirk to his lips and he tries his best to restrain a chuckle.]

I'm getting what I want. If it is your desire, then I will satisfy you as thoroughly as you wish.

Hardly. [He didn't even need to think about the reply as that wasn't his reasoning at all. In fact -] I only worry about you personally dealing with anyone who unwittingly does just that.

Certainly you no longer need to consider it a menially chore, yes? Consider it more of a hmm... a request.

If I didn't need the massage after all, I wouldn't have arranged for one, would I? And you were proving quite capable earlier.

[He considers for a moment the War God's request and in that time, his grin falters. It returns not a moment later as he straddles Ashura-ou's hips, towering over him.]

I am more than willing to oblige you, Ashura-ou. This position isn't a problem, is it? I find that the accessibility is best here. If you would roll onto your stomach, I will start immediately.

[His first move played in this game of tactics and desires, he awaits Ashura's consent with a confident smirk.]

[And a bold move it was, even for him. Ashura's breath caught as he found himself straddled and it took him a moment to focus on the question and request at hand. After all, he'd lost his towel some time ago and while he had no qualms of being seen, being straddled in this way made him more than a little aware of his current state of undress and the other god's advantage.

But it didn't take more than a moment for him to recover and the cool composure returned.] Of course not. Your reasoning is sound. [He tipped his head in consent and as gracefully as he could manage, he twisted to lay on his stomach despite the extremely vulnerable position this left him in. He took a long, deep breath and exhaled slowly, turning his gaze back over his shoulder briefly.]

Whenever you are ready.

[Taishakuten can't help but let one cruel grin slip past his lips. He could have Ashura-ou here, right now, this very second. If he so choosed. But he would consequently lose the God of War's consent and earning that was the name of the game. Something earned was far more satisfying than something taken by force.

He strums one finger up and down the man's spine, considering where he should start. If things were up to him, he'd skip this little game and seize the prize staring up at him this very instant. He thought himself very smart with requesting Ashura-ou on his stomach yet hoped the other man wouldn't realize how susceptible it left Taishakuten.]

Then let us begin at once.

[He thrusts his entire weight into each roll of his shoulders, massage deeply the man's sides. He slowly works down and is sure that his hips shudder against Ashura-ou's with every movement.]

[Ashura's eyes fly open wide in startlement as the man re-starts his work and all but rocks against him bodily with each press of his hands. His breath catches more than once and it was impossible to hide the shivers that ran down his spine.

And while it was not impossible to keep the groan from escaping his lips, he allowed it to pass, encouragement for the God of Thunder for his restraint.]

[While Taishakuten doesn't believe in masking his less than subtle intentions, he's loyal to the task asked of him. He firmly runs his hands along Ashura-ou's muscles to relax them. The way he saw it, it accommodated what was to follow. Though his fingers dig into the muscle, as if he intended to rip him apart, there's a noticeable precision and delicacy to each movement.]

This isn't too much for you, I suspect?

Hardly. [The reply was without hesitation and said with a slight hint of indignation. Even with this man, he had a reputation and image to upkeep. Never mind the fact that this was hardly too much for the god even if such attentions were largely unfamiliar.

Truthfully, I'd only chosen the woman he had for his wife in order to bear his child... and she would not bear him alone. Or remain faithful. Not that it much mattered to him either way, she was simply a tool and one that wanted to use him much more in return.

Not entirely unlike what he was doing now, actually. He knew what he was to ask of this man was an insane request in reality, but it was necessary. But even now, there was more binding their fates and souls together than there ever would be between him and the soon-to-be mother of his child.

A bond that will never be broken.

And with that thought settled in his mind, a moan is pulled from his throat once more, fingers grasping at air futilely for purchase.]

[He smirks at the hasty response, adding pressure with the balls of his wrists. That moan evoked is far more encouraging than Ashura-ou will ever know and like always, Taishakuten is greedy. He wants to hear it, wants to hear more, hear longer, hear deeper. Each deep massage of muscles screams to hold Ashura-ou without this pretense and yet he'll settle. Ashura-ou is the only man who could ask for any impossible or degrading task and Taishakuten would obey, and he'll carry this duty out -- no doubt making his intentions clear -- until Ashura-ou begs otherwise.]

Is that so? Ah, this must be nothing for you. Excuse my rather presumptuous thoughts.

[There is a certain amount of tension in Ashura-ou's voice as he answers, fighting to maintain his composure with even this prelude. Because that is what this was.

It was foreplay.

He had no illusions about that. This was no massage any longer. It was a pretense to allow Taishakuten to lay his hands upon him before he gave in fully. Prolonging.] I suppose... I can forgive... your arrogance.... this once.

[The words, no matter how steady he kept them, lost some impact when he was having to breath so deeply between every few of them. He would not beg, but he would succumb before long, albeit by choice.]

Once is all I ask. I wouldn't want to test your tolerance.

[His lashes flicker over the bare skin. Lower, lower... Both his hands and eyes travel nearer to the hips. He hands manage to keep a shred of dignity his lustful gaze does not, slipping over the haunch and barely cupping the rear. Of course, he gives slight attention to the gluteus muscles. He might not trust himself not to fall prey into worship of the God of War's body, or he might just be awaiting the moment Ashura-ou asks him to touch. Instead his fingers slip between firm thighs, trailing up from the knees toward the innermost thigh. It's there that he massages next, anticipating any groan of permission for a different kind of massage. One long nail scrapes at the juncture of thigh and hip and trails inward down the ridge.]

Do you require relief here?