Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

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CITY OF ARIEL: THE TEST DRIVE THE OVERFLOW Since the last post is fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: <small>(<a href="THREAD URL HERE">Continued from here.</a>) between <user name="CHARACTER 1"> & <user name="CHARACTER 2"></small> Response here! Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. ◆◆◆◆ With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. When your head clears enough to speak and you ask him where you are, he smiles brightly and says, "Welcome to the City of Ariel." You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys blue - oral yellow - watersports green - age play lavender - crossdressing orange - multiples grey - bondage white - hands (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob) red - blood black - wildcard These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home.
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Mello | Death Note

[volatility]

Good timing! From our current thread, of course.

[bursting]

[ No need. Setsuna understands. He'd understand better were it not for the chip pulsating in his brain, blocking inherent abilities that made it easier for him to read people, but he doesn't need his skills as an Innovator to deduce what Mello's getting at.

Then there's hope. There's always hope. It may be faint, and sometimes when you've fallen into darkness and everything is obscured and you can see nothing save for shadows before your eyes you may think you're all alone without a prayer in the world for rescue, but it is there. And that is enough.

Mello's next question strikes him as odd, and he'll chuckle aloud this time, not mockingly, quietly as is his nature in expressing such emotions, but amused. ]

Do I seem strange to you? The world I'm from is also "Earth". But it's many years in the future.

[ Even so, shaking hands hadn't been phased out as a greeting, and probably never would; he hopes not, at least. Physical contact is a good way to understand one another. Of course, this also leads him to wonder what even more would feel like with Mello, but he'll keep that to himself.

Setsuna extends his hand to Mello without another thought about it. So he hopes, at least. ]

Call me Setsuna. Setsuna F. Seiei. It's good that we met.

[ Very, very good, and for plenty of reasons. ]

[volatility]

[Unfortunately, despite the fact that it was not mocking in nature, the chuckle rubs Mello the wrong way — not a great deal, but enough that it's a little irritating. He was, after all, trying to be respectful. He gives a rough, uncaring shrug in response to that question, however, as though it's no big deal.]

I've been spending a lot of time abroad, in Japan. They bow there.

[It's said in a flat tone, but then Mello relaxes and lets it go. There's no point in letting something minor get in the way of what is going to be a fruitful relationship — partnership. And though Mello himself is not big on physical contact, he believes that shaking Setsuna's hand is a good way to show that he has accepted him as a companion.]

I'm Mello. Just Mello.

[He gives the hand a firm shake, and thinks fleetingly that it is a shame he's wearing gloves, that they're in the way of skin-to-skin contact — before catching himself, and then letting go of the hand. A stupid, careless thought. He can't sacrifice control of his mind that easily.]

I agree.

[And, Mello is a little surprised to find, he really does.]

Thank you for bringing me here.

[It's a rare expression for Mello to utter — thank you — but he wants to get off on proper footing. And besides, Setsuna saved him some time by bringing him here.]

[bursting]

[ It's something he's used to, rubbing people the wrong way. In fact, he can't remember the last time he rubbed someone the right way. Considering a woman he once threatened with death wound up being his closest confidant, it's unsurprising that relations would be somewhat rocky here. That, and Setsuna already knew him to be a volatile man—because he was, too, and so could recognize it in others.

But Setsuna doesn't dwell on the matter. He's never dwells on much for long, wanderer in mind and in spirit that he is. ]

I don't think it's called that, anymore. But I've been there before.

...and you're welcome.

[ Setsuna's hand lingers longer than necessary, fingers clasped around Mello's. It is indeed difficult to tell through the leather, but you don't become skilled with blades without learning how to use your hands well, to tell an entire story through touch alone. He'd hesitate to use the word delicate, as Mello gives off the impression he is anything but, but they are certainly slimmer than his, which are calloused from many, many hours spent piloting, and if only in a literal sense, more fragile. Oh, he could snap them. Easily. But he won't. Wouldn't ever, likely, unless Mello gave him ample reason to.

Once his hand drops, it's reaching into his jacket, pulling something out and offering it to Mello. ]

Here.

[ It's a small candy. Food?

...well, well. Whaddya know. It's chocolate, and it looks—and smells—rather tasty. ]

It's fine. I had some earlier.

[ A peace offering, perhaps, and because he already knows you're naturally suspicious, he's got more and will start munching away (and also because, as it turns out, he's rather fond of chocolate, too). So not poisoned, unless he deliberately had a death wish. And he'll just be heading to the side of the building to sit on its edge, regardless of what Mello chooses to do, eyes drifting back to the destruction. ]

[volatility]

[Mello is a little more at ease, now, but that doesn't mean that he entirely trusts Setsuna. That wouldn't be wise this early on. He does, however, take what is offered, but holds off on eating it until Setsuna himself eats some — a good move, because it encourages Mello to try the chocolate for himself, something he is all-too glad to do when he identifies it as such. He won't thank Setsuna a second time, but Mello gives him a small, genuine smile before popping it in his mouth. It's good, and exactly what Mello needs. He hasn't eaten any chocolate since his arrival, and while he doesn't need it, it is a habit he prefers to have fulfilled.

He chooses to follow Setsuna to the edge of the building, taking a seat beside him — a little close, arm almost brushing against Setsuna's. He doesn't tend to be one for small talk or prolonging interactions when business is done, but Mello understands the importance of forging alliances through communication. He also finds that he doesn't mind the idea of keeping this going a little longer. But that's probably the chip talking.

He, too, watches the barren land outside of the city.]

You know, even though it's so dead out there, that doesn't mean nothing can grow. I bet the city put more money into research, instead of sex, they'd be able to figure something out. They have the technology to put chips in our heads to control us, but they don't know how to fix this mess? I find that hard to believe.

[bursting]

[ Trust is forged over time, but a smile is a promising start. It doesn't hurt that it's surprisingly pleasant on Mello's harsher features. He should smile more often, Setsuna thinks, and is glad when the man decides to join him. And alright, if he doesn't mind it, he'll lean closer, too; it's not as if he hadn't done the same with his fellow Meisters back home, watching the stars. There's nothing sexual about it.

He's pretty sure, anyway. That skin, and that burn...

Setsuna shuts his eyes, and just breathes. ]

In a certain desert of my world, a single flower grows. It is small, and it is fragile, but it is also strong. It stands against the sand and flourishes where it shouldn't. It dares to do what should be impossible.

[ He opens them again, halfway, a faint gold circling his irises. ]

I believe we are capable of the same. Even if they hide the truth from us, we can find it. We can grow, and we can flourish in the midst of despair.

Because that is also the nature of mankind.

[volatility]

[They wind up meeting in the middle, and then there is contact, their two arms touching. Mello pretends not to notice, but of course he does — he rarely opens himself up for little gestures like these, so he's hyper-aware of it. In fact, he has to resist the tense to tense up and move back. It's as though he's at-odds with himself, the push-and-pull of wanting to, and yet refusing to give in fully. He blames the chip, the city — it's mind control, not personal desire. But he does not pull away.

Flowers are not something that Mello thinks about often — or ever, really. He's so focused on his goal, and has been since being told he had the potential to be the next L. There isn't any time for stopping to smell the roses, figuratively or not. But Mello can appreciate the analogy, especially as they face what seems to be a dead-end. There needs to be a sliver of hope, after all — just a little bit, and then Mello can stay focused, motivated, and intent on finding a way.

The mankind comment — now that's different. To an extent, Mello agrees. If it's there, it can be found, it's just a matter of how — where to look, what tools to use. But Mello has also seen — and participated in — the worst side of mankind, and knows it's double-edged. For every criminal L caught, Kira killed countless people. For every person that flourishes, another is trampled. There is balance in the world, and people like Mello participate in maintaining the balance. For justice, yes — but for incredibly selfish reasons as well.]

You have a lot of faith in mankind.

For Matt

[volatility]

(Continued from here.)

[Back home. That phrase reminds Mello of Matt's little trick, the whole reason that they are here against this wall in this dump to begin with. Matt was supposed to tell him something, but instead he lured Mello and set off that fucking chip in his head, and now Mello is missing his shirt and Matt is getting close to naked and they are no closer to finding a way out of this dump.

Mello is infuriated.

He shoves those hands away from his hip but stays close to Matt, now all threat and no affection.]

I don't want to hear that shit.

[What is he doing, losing sight of the important matters at hand, getting physical with his partner — and enjoying it! Mello clenches his fists. There's no point in even trying to conceal his rage. Matt has seen him at his worst, many times.]

You have two seconds to tell me something worthwhile.

[The or else is heavily implied, of course.]

[highestscore]

[Matt's enjoying what Mello's doing, if he wants to be enjoying it or not- he probably would be retraining or no retraining. As soon as the affectionate feeling touches stop and the delicate place to which Mello is much too close to feels that squeeze Matt's eyes open and he's looking directly at Mello.

Threatening Matt is the last thing Mello wants to do to the man and Mello should know better. Should know so much fucking better. His words are full of venom, said through clenched teeth and narrowed eyes from those amber lenses.]

And you have less than two fucking seconds to change your mind about threatening me, Mello. I don't care if you had my dick in your teeth.

[His eyes narrowed further, slits of anger with an equally unimpressed grimace on his face]

I told you I won't be treated like shit by anyone, you included.

[He's waiting. If it turns physical, Matt's more than ready to defend himself barring being on the floor holding himself in pain.]

[volatility]

[Mello isn't backing down, but he also isn't pushing the limit. He bangs his fist against the wall, right beside Matt's head, but does not make contact with Matt's body.]

I'm treating you like shit because you made me think that you had something valuable to say, some sort of plan in place, and instead you're talking about how you want to jerk me off in an alley.

[Mello is furious at Matt, but he's furious at himself, too. To get so caught up, the let Matt get the better of him like that, to actually go so far as to kissing him.

Finally he lets up, grabs his shirt from the ground and pulls it over his shoulders. He doesn't make eye contact with Matt, because he sure as fuck is not going to get caught up in that again.]

What about Kira, Matt? That's the only thing that matters, and while we're here, he's getting away.

[Or worse, Near is getting even closer to catching him, and Mello won't be around to do anything about it.]

[highestscore]

[Matt's look is dark, horribly dark by the time that hand collides with the hard surface beside and behind him. He's less than impressed but the more his body is calming down the more his mind is clearing up. He's still more than angry at Mello right now but he's less looking like there's about to be half-naked issues on the fairway. Less. But not entirely.

Hearing Mello's accusation only pissed him off further, like he'd had this predatory mindset to pull him into an alley and use him. It's got him very pissed off. His eyes are still narrowed even as he reaches down to right his pants and grab his own shirt. He's only half way into it, the fabric lifted up somewhere up his rib cage by the time he's already going for shrugging his vest on over top of it.]

I did have something to say. I'm doing everything I knew to get us alone so we could talk and not lead back to each other.

[It's under his breath and half between his teeth, hitting his shoulder against Mello's as he walks by.]

AND. Stop fucking blaming me for shit that's not my god damn fault.

[There's not a huge red door ready to send them home, Matt's in need of some serious time away. Mello can shove that up his ass instead while Matt wanders into the crowd, trying to fix his outfit.]

[volatility]

[Whether or not Matt had something to say has been rendered entirely irrelevant by the fact that he didn't try to say anything while he had the chance. The only words that came out of his mouth were unrelated to anything useful.]

You had your chance to say something.

[Mello isn't yelling, but he can barely manage to get the words out, thick as they are with rage. Matt had plenty of chances, when they were taking clothes off of each other and putting lip against lip, hand against leather. They were alone, and close. He could have whispered something at any time while they were against each other — and did not.

Mello may have been content to let Matt walk away. They both need to calm down, to recollect, to take into consideration the fact that there are chips in their heads that are likely making them act in ways they wouldn't otherwise. Mello does, contrary to what people may think of him, have the sense to recognize that what they need right now is space, or they are going to end up getting into a serious fight, but then Matt does two things to set him off on edge.

He shoves into him, and drops two words that he knows — knows so well, it makes Mello sick — that Mello does not like hearing. At all.

And so there is no break, no chance to settle down and then meet back up to act like nothing happened and it was just another one of the arguments that result from high stress and long hours of work that often revolves around kidnapping and killing, anything it'll take to catch Kira. Instead, Mello stalks right after Matt, grabs his shoulder to jerk him around, and then aims a punch right toward his face.]

[highestscore]

[Matt, personally, could care less for God or anything that God stood for considering all the shit that Mello's had done to him with God probably laughing on the sidelines. If that's what God does to people who he should be leading, should be watching the most, then he's got no use for someone like that. Someone worse than Kira.

He's almost back breaking into the crowd, sighing because he'll have his time to calm down, go mingle and--

And he's suddenly jerked backward, around and finds himself with Mello's fist connecting to his face. He knows why, he knows and doesn't care because he's not going to be anyone's bitch. Matt's fingers, gloved or not, go to his mouth and he's tasting copper, looking at it on his gloves.

He's trying hard, very hard, not to grab Mello by the hair and shove the bastard face first into bricks, open up the other side and let the cocksucker rot from the inside out. His breathing is obviously quickened in a way that isn't like when he was up against that wall. He's mad, irate and the taste of his own blood is doing it.

From his gloves to Mello's face, Matt looks up at him and then spits to the side. His eyes fix him with a glare by the time he's back facing entirely toward Mello.]

That. Is. The last time you ever touch me. Fuck you.

[Matt, at this time, is shaking hard enough to be visible, fists balled and slowly it's wearing down on him where he's not so sure he's not just going to go with that plan and leave the fucker bleeding in the alley.]

Fuck you, for everything! You're a spoiled fucking brat and if I wasn't a bigger man than you, I'd put you in your fucking place right this fucking second.

[pulledfromthepit]

((Continued from here))

Alrighty. Sounds like a plan.

[Dean has mostly just been wandering here and there looking for Sam, anyway, so wandering in whatever direction Mello's going won't make much difference, really.

He falls into step beside Mello, weaving through the crowd with a minimum of 'accidental' bumping and groping. My, but the locals were friendly.]

So, is there something urgent you want to get back to? Or just not fond of sex island?

[volatility]

[Mello keeps a mostly relaxed demeanor as he walks with Dean, thinking that it is best if they move at a leisurely pace, rather than rushed and with purpose. He does, however, try to avoid making physical contact with the people in the crowd.]

Something urgent. I have an important job to do, and it's time-sensitive, so I need to get back as soon as possible.

[He side-steps a little to avoid an amorous couple, and is glad to see that the crowd is thinning a little.]

I'm also not a fan of the methods this city is using to control the population.

[Not fond of sex island at all.]

[pulledfromthepit]

Ahh, gotcha.

[Technically, Dean's supposed to be getting back to that whole... saving the world... thing, but he's just as inclined to put it off a while. The damn world needs to stop trying to destroy itself.]

Yeah, I've gotta admit, I'm not too keen on the idea of an implant in my brain.

[He rubs the spot above his ear where he can feel the mostly healed incision. Contrary to popular belief, he uses his brain kind of often and there are things in it that he doesn't particularly care to share with whoever's running the place.]

[volatility]

Exactly.

[Mello grimaces, resisting the urge to rub his own scar. Mind control. Definitely not something Mello is fond of.]

I wonder how deep in it is.

[He might be considering taking a knife to the incision area. Just to see.]

[pulledfromthepit]

I can't feel it under the skin. Anything deeper than that isn't something I want to go digging for.

[He's not at all nervous about bleeding, but trying to cut into his own skull gives him all kinds of pause. Now he's thinking he might have to keep an eye on Mello just in case the guy starts cutting into himself.]

[volatility]

[True, he can't feel his either, and if it's really going to serve its purpose, it has to be in deep enough to make a difference. At the same time, though, it might be worth a shot. If it does happen to be in kind of shallow, then maybe Mello can find it. Or, maybe he can at least get a sense for how deep it really is, and then try and determine if a concentrated shock would disable it. He isn't stupid, and he's not going to stab himself in the head, but following the incision line with a blade wouldn't hurt. At least, not too much.]

Maybe it's too small to feel.

[Really, though, the prospect of having options is what appeals to him. Being stuck — controlled — without being able to do anything at all is unnerving. Mello needs to feel like there are things he can do.]

Sorry bout the delay, sweet stuff.

[horologiumcomplex]

[Dave instantly grunts the moment his cock is grabbed. He's a little surprised by his own sensitivity though he shouldn't be. Another hand has never strayed to his dick before and this was worthy of founding a new holiday altogether. The day a Strider lost his virginity. Dave felt like he deserved some kind of tribal ceremony for this shit.

He knows what he wants. And he doesn't have to be careful about shit. He doesn't verbalize this. He's a little too entranced with what Mello is doing to care.

Too entranced with things like literally being shoved onto his stomach and his ass reared up into the air like he was some fucking holiday hen that was cooked up for the whole damn family to come down from Virgina to get a feasting on. His legs tremble at the back of his thighs, his mild embarrassment at being so openly displayed betraying him for a moment.

Then he makes a low keening whine, his fingers sliding into the blankets and he bites his own tongue. Sure he's fingered himself a little tiny bit before but holy hell he never thought he'd live to see the day (no seriously, he was pretty certain of his own eternal death for a whole there) that another guy would be probbing him like this. It's a little uncomfortable but painful? Taking a sword through the chest is painful. This isn't anything on that.]

Can't really say no.

[His voice is small, pitiful practically, that of a real fifteen year old's but he clears his throat and musters up some sort of self-control. Don't be such a bitch, Dave, even if you kind of want to be a bitch.]

It's ah-- not so bad.

[Meaning it's so very good. He shifts back against Mello's finger, and now that he's in deeper, his muscles begin to relax and he lets out a light, barely audible panting as he tries to adjust the full intrusion. It's more out of panic to the new adjustment than it is pain. Why couldn't assholes just be self-lubricating? Fuck you evolution. Fuck you up the ass-- oh wait.]

Do you uh- have a condom..or something..

[He feels stupid for asking. He was told vigorously by his brother that he could lay all of the people in the world he wanted but he had to be safe about it.

The concept of STDs not existing don't even enter his mind.]

No prob!

[volatility]

[The quivering makes Mello chuckle lowly, running his free hand along the back of those trembling thighs as Dave whines. It's amusing that even though Dave is barely able to speak clearly, he's still trying to hang in there. If his reactions are anything to go by, he's finding this a little better than not so bad. Mello moves his finger around with a little more pressure as he feels Dave relax, pulling it back, and then pushing it in again.

But it's hard — so hard, trying to keep himself steady and calculating. It isn't as though Mello has been sparing himself some time from the Kira case to get some action, so this is taking a toll on him. That, and Dave is just seemingly so innocent with the way he tries to speak, the little noises he is making as Mello pushes into him. Mello wants to feel that with more than just a finger — he wants to really show Dave who's in charge around here, wants to make it so that he can't even find it within himself to find words with which to talk back.]

No.

[Of course he doesn't have a condom. Mello did not come here with the intention of fucking some virginal teenage boy. He hadn't found any in the drawer, either. Mello, however, does know that STDs are not supposed to be a problem in the city — he learned that during his little stint with reeducation — but given the circumstance, he's not going to sit here and explain that.]

That a problem?

[He's impatient, and a little frustrated. It's actually a pretty smart question to ask, but not when Mello is already one step away from fucking him. Not when they're already in the moment. And besides, Mello isn't one to whisper reassurances or ease a person into something. If Dave wanted that, he should have found a room with someone a little nicer.

Mello then begins fucking Dave with his finger — a steady rhythm of in-and-out at an unrelenting pace.]

okay NOW i should be at a more regular pace jfc

[horologiumcomplex]

[If his noises were anything to go by, Dave was perfectly fine with Mello taking charge. He squints his eyes shut behind his shades and yeah, yeah, this is something new. Something he has half a mind of wondering why he had never tried this sort of thing out before. Then again, it was difficult to explore your own body sexually when at any given moment a screaming gray fuckhead of Karkat Vantas could come barging in without the slightest reproach for privacy. Douchebag. Loss time was being made up for and a part of Dave wanted to insist that Mello hurry it up quicker, put more fingers in now, take him now. It was that over-eagerness that people could have at times but Dave didn't vocalize any of it. He knew better than that at the very least.

He frowns against the bed. A small part of his mind, the part that the city had stroked upon, let him know that no, it wasn't a problem, but being raised up how he had, it made him want to argue a bit.

Eventually, he gave in.]

Nah, that's fine. It'll feel better anyway.

[Right? That's what they say anyway. 'They' being the league of mysterious men from all over the world. That common fact that you have to find out for yourself if it's actually true or not. Dave doesn't need to be eased. He doesn't need the reassurance or the support. He's not a shaking girl on her prom night with a hundred dollar dress bought at Macy's hiked up over her too narrow hips with a pair of granny panties at the ankles. C'mon. He's got some more prestige than that and his hips rotating back onto Mello's fingers announce that loud and clear.

And it's met with something that drill Dave's mind with needle-sharp spike of pleasure and pain. He grits his teeth and tuck his face inbetween his hands, huffing because oh fuck, fuck, fuck that was nice.

And it helps move things along, stretch him out, getting him gapping a little more.]

Add- another.

[Simple command but it's the green light to fucking go and fuck him with two fingers because this one finger bullshit is starting to feel more like a tease than anything solid to bite into.]

ahh i missed you ;-; making me smut at work...

[volatility]

[Mello's glad to drop the condom conversation. It's pretty stupid of Dave to allow some stranger to fuck him without one — not that Mello finds him to be particularly bright, for getting naked for a guy who brandished a knife at him — but maybe if Mello is feeling generous when they're done he'll explain that they aren't necessary here in this moral-free wasteland.

Then again, maybe not. A little worrying would be good for him.

That enthusiasm, the way Dave shoves himself back on his finger, rocking against him, fills Mello with a combined sense of satisfaction and impatience. His pride tells him to hold out, to keep pushing Dave further — make him react, make him quiver, make him cry out — but he's done with foreplay.]

I'm not taking requests.

[Instead of adding another finger, he pulls his out and leaves Dave alone on the bed.]

Stay down.

[That's his command, and this one is meant to be followed. Meanwhile, Mello takes his pants off. Leather pants are a bitch to get on and off — especially seeing as he's hard, which only complicates the process — but Mello has had plenty of practice, so they're off quickly, shoved away with the rest of his clothes. Then he retrieves the lube from drawer and takes his place behind Dave once more.

Mello applies the lube to his cock, sliding his hand up and down, reaching forward with his free hand to literally feel Dave up — pulls at his hair, drags his nails down his back, reaches forward to grab his cock, and then ends at his ass. He does this to prolong Dave's longing, but also to prepare himself for what's to come. Mello is out of practice, but wants to last.

Finally, he presses the tip of his cock against Dave's asshole, applying pressure.]

Take a deep breath.

Best place to smut if you ask me

[horologiumcomplex]

[Dave almost gets up at the command to stay down. Simply out of teenage revolt against any thing that even so much as resembled a command. He never had a good chance to really defy authority and stick it to the man. Of course, he doesn't do any of this and remains where he is. He's too horny to fuck around and maybe he'll harass Mello later and give him a taste of hellish annoyance that most people experience when dealing with Dave Strider. The kid who won't shut the fuck up already.

He watches Mello from his position and he feels wary, like maybe they ought to stretch him out a little more. If his Bro was here, he'd probably clap Dave on the shoulder, tell him to take it like a man, take the pain in stride. So that's what Dave planned on doing and take a deep breath was precisely what he did. It feels good. All of it. The touching, the intent behind Mello's fingers. Makes his skin crawl and hum with anticipation.

He rolls his face into the mattress and takes another stuttering deep breath. Mello's cock might be nothing massive but it sure is bigger than a finger. His cheeks are flushed hot both with mild anxiety and sheer arousal.

He makes a throaty noise because fuck this was going to hurt a little. But he was freaking out. Striders don't freak out. So, another deep breath and Dave visibly relaxes, his spine sloping with ease, his ass unclenching itself from around Mello, and his legs slide apart.

Come inside.]

Bad influence!

[volatility]

[A quiet and obedient Dave is preferable over the Dave who won't shut up, Mello thinks as he gets ready to enter Dave. Much better.

When Mello presses inside, he's firm and unrelenting, but not brutal. His intention is not to hurt Dave, but he's not exactly the considerate type, either. His hands grip Dave's hips and pull him backward, fully onto his cock, and he takes a sharp breath as the warmth of Dave's body envelops him.

It's almost too much.

Dave is tight. Really tight. Mello can feel him all around his cock, the firm muscles making it difficult for him to move, lest he lose control of himself. Once he's in, Mello pauses, catching his breath, leaning over Dave. But if Dave think he's going to catch a break, he's wrong, because after a moment, Mello begins a steady rhythm of fucking him, slapping Dave's body against his hips.

It feels good. Better than good. Caught in the moment, Mello can hardly believe he has put sex aside, that's he's been missing out on a good fuck for years now. Later, his feelings will be different. He'll be cognizant of the chip, again, and he'll see exactly why he views sex as such a distraction.

Now, though, he's all about fucking Dave, nice and steady.]