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bakerstreet2022-01-30 10:57 am
iamthesockpirelestat) wrote in bakerstreet2022-01-30 10:57 am
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But it's not so simple in your case, is it? Because no matter how nice and happy your relationship is, the truth is that nobody else wants it to continue. Either you come from rival factions or pursue a relationship that is taboo or illegal, but this little bubble of happiness you're currently sharing would infuriate anyone who might find out about it.
That's all right, though, isn't it? As long as you have each other, you can make this meeting wonderful regardless of what everyone else thinks.
- Post your character and their basic information to the meme. Feel free to either set a scenario or leave your comment blank and open for one.
- Your character and the commenter are now engaged in a very bad romance! This is their first meeting after a long while, so sparks are definitely going to fly.
- But what about the details of their relationship? For that, you can either decide on your own or head to Random.ORG and roll for one of the following options! First, roll for the kind of relationships they have:
1. Keeping it in the Family: It's not unusual for siblings to love each other, or for parents to love their children. What's unusual is when you love each other too much, even if you have the excuse of not being related by blood.
2. Pay for Play: Your relationship wasn't built on love. It might be that one of you needed money and the other was willing to pay for a pretty face and a few wild nighs. It can be that one of you has something that allows them to blackmail the other into being their obedient toy. Whichever the case, there came a point where this relationship became too important for your lives to let go.
3. Rival factions: You might be coming from families that have been at each other's throats for generations, two rival corporations or two kingdoms at war. Or it might be the law that keeps you apart; a cop and a criminal is hardly a decent pair, after all. Whichever the case, you must be stealthy about this or the wrath of both your sides will fall upon you.
4. Balance of Power: One of you is enjoying a very different social standing from another. It might be that one of you is richer than rich and another is poorer than poor. Or it could be that one lover's standing is far above the other's, like that of a master and a servant or a soldier and a general. Of course, nobody expects this to work out. Even fewer would approve of it.
5. A Pair of Cheaters: One or both of you are stuck in another relationship, either out of convenience or because of love that cooled a long time ago. You know what you're doing is wrong and hurtful, but it's too late to stop. This relationship is the only thing that gets you off anymore.
6. Immoral and Illegal: Your relationship isn't just wrong, it might get you into serious trouble. Whether you are a teacher flirting with their student or a nun breaking her vow of celibacy to be seduced by a handsome friend, the slightest hint of being discovered will ruin your life forever. Problem is, you're far too involved to stop.
7. Toxic Relationship: One of you is clearly bad for each other. They might be a delinquent, a criminal or something else, but the number of bad habits they're bringing into your life is ridiculous. You should be stopping. Now, if only you wouldn't enjoy the chaos they're bringing into your life so much.
8. Stockholm Syndrome: It's not a relationship at all. One of you is keeping the other against their will; either as a political prisoner, a kidnapping victim waiting for a ransom or plain an unwilling toy. At some point, the relationship reached the point where the lines became blurred and you're no longer sure if you want to be rescued from this supposed hell.
- Done choosing? Good. Now roll the numbers again and decide on the circumstances behind your meeting:
1. First Time for Everything: Your relationship has been going for some time, but this is the first time you decided to let it advance into the bedroom. One or both of you might be nervous, but it's fine. This step should have been made a while ago.
2. A Usual Rendezvous: The relationship is now at the point where meeting up for sex whenever you're feeling safe and bored is a common affair. The world outside might hate you for this, but it's nothing compared to the routine of your relationship.
3. Ironic Jealousy: Oh my! One of you have seen the other in the hands of another. It doesn't matter if this "another" is their rightful partner, their spouse or whatever else. You belong to each other, so there's nothing wrong in getting jealous and a little rough for it.
4. Doubts and Hesitation: No matter how good your relationship is, it's wrong and one of you has been feeling that much more deeply these days. It's time for a confrontation - either you spend one last night before breaking up or one manages to convince the other that this whole thing must continue.
5. Caught in the Act: You've been doing your best to hide, but it didn't take you far. Someone saw you and it's only a matter of time before the whole world knows about your affair. Do you separate in order to satisfy everyone else? Or do you recklessly discard your old lives for the sake of forbidden love?
6. After Separation: Due to the constant pressure on your relationship, you decided to separate and lead your own lives. For better or worse, it takes you only so far. A chance meeting sends you into each other's arms and leaves you wondering why you broke up in the first place.
7. Happily Ever After: A lot of people protested against your union, but you never let it stop you. Now you're either leading a new life away from everything that forced you away from each other, or you convinced the world that this is what's right for you. Tonight is the night of celebration and not leaving each other's arms, no matter what.
{originally from TLH OOC}
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As for scenario; start with 2 or 6 and add others (like 5 and 7) as we go? I can't really see Yams having any hesitation about the arrangement, but Gokudera might.
Oh! Also, I have
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I have a starter sort of simmering, but wanted to double check: how you felt about the timeline (i.e., did they start fooling around when they were teens, or not until they were older?) and whether you'd prefer prose or brackets.]
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I'm good with them fooling around since teenagers. I prefer prose.]
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The corridors are eerily quiet, the thick carpet muffling his footfalls as he traverses a path he's only half-sure of. It's unusual for anyone outside of the Varia Guardians to be permitted a night in the castle, and Gokudera was given a room seemingly only under gentle duress from the Boss. Not that he would have minded an outright rejection, but he understands it isn't just for his safety that he's meant to stay overnight. Yet he can't quite wrap his thoughts around the truth this visit had confronted him with, one that Tsuna had tried in vain to prepare him for, one that had him balling his fist as he counted and re-counted the doors he passed to ensure he wouldn't make a mistake and knock on the wrong one. The extra ring is cumbersome, not for its weight or its bulk but for the heft of its meaning in the wake of today's meeting. For now, at least, he couldn't help thinking he might never take it off again. The only other person worthy of the Rain Guardian's ring had chosen to leave it behind.
When he's sure he's found the right door, he decides not to knock. He hardly has the level of intuition that even Yamamoto possesses, but he also no longer wants to stall. Despite being as dark and plain as all the others, the door opens into a much grander bedroom than Gokudera expected. What looks like an en suite, room for desk and a wardrobe, and an ornate four-post bed with a jacket already discarded on it. He clicks his tongue as he sheds his own jacket, draping them both over his arm to hang them in the wardrobe, tidying up after Yamamoto as he always has. He leaves his shoes beside the other pair, the ones whose size he never did catch up to and can't help but think: this was all so much easier when they were kids.
"Oi," he calls, gruff but tepid, as he reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. He takes a seat on the edge of the mattress, too soft for his liking but it must be of comfort to overworked muscles and bruised skin. "They finally fucking promoted you." A sadness punctuated by the flick of the lighter, and a deep, overdue drag off his contraband. His whole chest burns with the ache of it.
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He might share Rain with Squalo, but Xanxus had no interest in getting a Cloud for the Varia at the moment, and that meant he had no intention of rechallenging Tsuna for the time being. Which was one of the reasons he had joined them, to make sure they wouldn't threaten his friends. But that was only part of it. The Varia was his calling. One day Xanxus would die, and then he'd challenge Squalo to a duel to the death and take over both as the Sword Emperor and leader of the Varia. Maybe then he could rejoin Tsuna's circle but until then...
Until then, he was the traitor who left Tsuna for the Varia. The Guardian that betrayed the true Decimo to become an assassin for shits and giggles. And that was true too. He was a natural-born hitman, just like Reborn said. Somedays, he wasn't sure which reason was the more significant reason to join; protect Tsuna from his biggest opposition or satisfy his bloodlust. Either way, he made his choice, and his only regrets were the pain he caused his friends for leaving them for the Varia and how difficult it made being with Gokudera.
His eyes flick down to the rings on Gokudera's hand, his old Guardian Ring next to Gokudera's. Good. He didn't want to be replaced. He wanted to return to Tsuna, but not now. Now he was he needed and wanted to be. After another moment just enjoying Gokudera being in his room, on his bed, he walked over and leaned down to press a kiss to Gokudera's hair. "Missed you," he said. "I was about to take a shower. Did you want to join me after you finish your cigarette?"
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With the butt still between his fingers, Gokudera reached for the waist of Yamamoto's trousers. He tugged at the button and zipper, not roughly, but hard enough to jingle the buckle of his belt as he exposed a bit more of that warm, tanned skin. He still won't look up, stubbornly closing his eyes as he leans up to return that kiss after all, trailing a handful of them along the elastic of his boxer-briefs. "I'll come now," he muttered, though he lingered a little longer before pulling away. He wasn't ready to admit aloud that he had more than missed Yamamoto, but this hardly required reading between the lines.
Sitting back with a sigh, he brought the cigarette immediately back to his lips, and sucked down one last drag as he reached for his pocket ashtray. He'd toyed with the idea of snubbing it out on the bedside table instead, but leaving an indelible mark like that seemed a little cruel. (Although part of him couldn't help whispering that someone who would abandon the Boss deserved it.) He left the metal tin, no larger than a lighter, behind instead, then reached to loosen his tie and start in on his own shirt buttons.
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He couldn't help but smirk a little as Gokudera hulled him forward and kissed him. Yamamoto answered the kiss. Gokudera tasted of ash, like always. Yamamoto had sometimes been tempted to take up smoking because of how much he yearned for Gokudera. He had had a cigarette here and there but never really cared for it except for how it made Gokudera taste.
As his lover began to undress, Yamamoto stepped back to finish disrobing himself. His trousers fell to the floor in a heap that was then kicked into a hamper, belt and all. He'd remove the belt later. Soon, his shirt went flying after, though it missed the hamper and landed to the side of it. "I got that tattoo finally finished since the last time I saw you," he said, turning so that Gokudera could see the black dragon on his back that would make any Yakuza proud. It covered up several scars. Not the ones he cared about. He cared about the ones that were on his front, the ones earned when he faced battle head-on, instead of being attacked from behind. He had earned a few more since he last saw Gokudera. A new bullet wound on his shoulder too.
"What do you think?"
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Ironically, he had never quite had the stomach for the needle himself. Never quite felt the same urge, either, although he always suspected that Yamamoto harbored far more of a masochistic streak than they ever acknowledged in the bedroom or otherwise. The tattoo had been a labor of...maybe not quite love. Pride, perhaps? Regardless, the end result was a testament to the kind of patience and perseverance that Gokudera, shamefully, lacked. Deep black and intricate, it was a picture that could practically slither off of all that golden skin, onto the floor or out into the air, all fangs and curled fronds. Gokudera stood, not just to run a rough and curious hand along its twisting back, but to trace the new marks across Yamamoto's along the way. In particular, his thumb caught in that bullet hole, puckered scar tissue now, but still too close for comfort all the same.
"Don't know why you'd go out of your way to mark yourself as an outcast like this," he muttered, fine nose pressed now between sharp shoulder blades while his hands followed the line of Yamamoto's hips. "Looks good, though."
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There was no getting around it. He was a Japanese man in an Italian world. Gokudera, with his mixed heritage, was also an outcast. Everyone but Lambo in Tsuna's circle was either fully Japanese or mixed on some level. He couldn't help but smile when he thought of them. And how he was the one to betray them, not Mukuro, who was the more likely candidate. Ah, well, he made his choice.
His hand went down to lay atop Gokudera's, tapping the ring that was once his. "How much time do you have?" he asked. They had such little time together, it was important to make sure they enjoyed every second. "I don't have missions on my plate. Tsuna probably told you that."
He intertwined his fingers with Gokudera's, his other hand taking Gokudera's other and bringing to his face, kissing the palm. "We can always postpone the shower."
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He wanted the touch of that rough hand and long fingers, and the quiet suggestion in that innocuous question. He wanted the heat that crept back into his cheeks and chest to linger longer, and to feel the firm muscle of his lover pressed against him. It wasn't enough to squeeze with his one arm while his hand was brought to lips, for his palm and his fingertips to rasp against the day's stubble, for his lungs to fill with the familiar mix of stale sweat and that stubbornly pervasive scent of ozone that he knew by now wasn't any brand of cologne.
"Varia's only my business when it has to be," was all he offered as he began to string another line of kisses along Yamamoto's spine, dipping down lower, tugging his hands away to make better use of them along the crisp elastic band clinging to Yamamoto's hips. He pulled them down, without preamble, unwilling to have this line of kisses interrupted as they trace further along the curve of the dragon, to then follow the curve of his backside.
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Until he betrayed Tsuna and became Varia.
He was one hundred percent sure if that he hadn't ended up in the Mafia, he'd have ended up working for the yakuza.
He let out a sigh when Gokudera pulled down his boxer-briefs and kissed along the dragon on his back. "Hayato," he murmured. "Fuck, I've missed you." His dick began to rise to it's full length quickly.
"I try to make sure the Varia don't mess anything up you and the others have going."
As his underwear fell to the floor, he stepped out them, stepping apart to let Gokudera have access to whatever he wanted to do him. He reached behind and threaded his fingers through Gokudera's soft hair.
so sorry; life took the driver's seat for awhile
He didn't offer a vocal reply, even though the hiss of Yamamoto's admission circled his heart like a vine, as tight as it was comforting, a trepidatious and dangerous sort of security. Instead, he let his hand reach the top of Yamamoto's legs, let his fingers and palm curl around his balls while his thumb lifted to just barely graze at the base of his hardened length. And his face warmed with the still-secret knowledge that even just this, just knowing he could still so easily arouse Yamamoto like this, drove him just as wild.
"Bed or shower?" he asked, voice rough and outright ignoring the fact that they had agreed to postponed the shower. It would simply make the difference of whether he tried to turn Yamamoto to face him or to drag him down into his lap.
No worries, it does the same to me.
He's still not sure if he did the right thing by joining the Varia, but it was right for him. He needed the outlet the Varia provided and Tsuna couldn't.
"Bed," Yamamoto decides. "Bed, we can shower later." Good thing he hadn't turned the shower on, though lord knows they could afford the bill. Well, Squalo would make sure it was paid, Xanxus only slept, ate, and bitched when he wasn't killing someone.
"Or I can stay standing if you like," he teased. He did like this position. Like Gokudera on his knees. "I wouldn't mind if you bent me over and fucked me." He wasn't picky when it came to positions. He enjoyed sex, and adored Gokudera. And more importantly, he trusted the other man to let his walls down and let him take control if he wanted.
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He stayed deliberately behind Yamamoto, though his first step was to clumsily shuck his underwear onto the floor before pressing up against him. "Then bend over," he said, gruff and maybe not as sultry as he would have liked, especially with the words hitting the base of Yamamoto's neck instead of his ear. Still, he didn't wait for agreement before arching away, hand at a tanned hip, to check the bedside drawer for lube.
Sorry for the wait!
He always did enjoy getting Gokudera to react to him.
"It's been a while since I've bottomed," he noted aloud. "Might be a little tight for you." He twisted, capturing Gokudera's mouth in a kiss. "Don't be gentle, though. You know I hate that."