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[Open] April Catch-All

Who: Chuuya Nakahara (

thetaintedsorrow) & you!
What: Event aftermath and various shenanigans
When: April
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): None yet, but NSFW will be marked if it happens

I. Bird is the Word

[To all those familiar with Chuuya, the news of the mystery egg he’d magically acquired finally hatching isn’t surprising, nor is the news that it’s a bird. However, what they may not know is that Apollo (a name carefully chosen for his precious child) has grown into something quite flashy in the past month. A royal flycatcher, to be precise, with beautiful plumage to rival any peacock. It’s quite fitting that Apollo is tiny and beautiful, considering who his mother is, but don’t tell Chuuya that.

He’s quite an energetic little thing, and Chuuya can be found out and about in town with the little guy perched on top of his hat, or in the mansion with Apollo perched on his shoulder.

Should anyone get close (within five feet) of Chuuya, they’ll find themselves with a faceful of feathers and an earful of chirps as Apollo checks them out, up close and personal. Of course Chuuya is amused.]

Looks like he likes you.

II. Shots, Shots, Shots

[Chuuya can also be found, sans Apollo, in one of the multitude of bars located around town. He’s currently nursing a glass of fireball whiskey, but anyone who approaches him for either company or simply to harass him will be abruptly challenged to a drinking contest. God bless your soul if you take him up on it.

Should they decline he’ll simply shrug and continue sipping at the amber liquid in his glass.

Either way, they’ll receive this greeting: ]

You here for booze or company?

III. Among the Stars

[Lastly, Chuuya will make a trip to Thesa Station to see all the newly awakened refugees. He can be found checking out the stasis pods, hanging around in one of the lounge areas, or simply indulging in a glass of wine at the mess hall.

He’ll have Apollo on his shoulder, but don’t be afraid. He won’t peck your eyes out. Chuuya may very well try it though, if you see fit to call him tiny. Otherwise he’ll be friendly enough, no matter where he’s approached on the station.]

How’s it going?

IV. Wildcard!

[Surprise me! Or plot things with me! I’m over at

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That so?

[Chuuya could insist that he’ll be the one fucking Mephisto to exhaustion, but they both know that’s bullshit. Chuuya is a born power bottom, and after what happened last time, he doesn’t doubt that they could both give each other a run for their money. It’s a fun challenge, regardless.

The hand on his thigh earns Mephisto a playful nip at his bottom lip, followed by a snort at that little honorific.]

I can handle myself just fine.

[The “little” part gets him shoving a shot glass full of pure vodka in Mephisto’s face.]

Better not lose to me, then, since you’re so goddamn tall and mighty.

[Riling Chuuya up is so much fun.]

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Fufu... oh, I'm not planning on it. But you know, seeing as we both seem to want the same thing-- why don't I make things more interesting?

[He takes the shot and throws it back -- already starting to feel a little fuzzy around the edges from the previous drinks. But he won't sound like he's getting tipsy at all, even if he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to walk straight if he got up now.]

[He leans in closer, speaking low so only Chuuya can hear him.]

If you win... why don't I tell you who and what I really am?

[Meanwhile Chuuya has passed from tipsy into pleasantly drunk, and three or four shots more will most likely get him fucking hammered. Which isn’t productive when it comes to sex, but Chuuya is stubborn as a mule, and he won’t back off until he’s damn sure he won’t win. At least he’s not slurring, and his vision is only slightly fuzzy.

That low whisper sends shivers up Chuuya’s spine, both from the heat and suggestiveness of it and also the meaning of those words. He knows Mephisto isn’t human, but who or what he is is still a complete mystery that Chuuya wouldn’t mind solving.]

You got yourself a deal.

[And Chuuya will just keep knocking back shots until he’s very, very close to being smashed. He sways a bit on Mephisto’s lap as he pokes him square in the chest. Yup, he’s drunk.]

Well...give up yet??

[There is a small part of Mephisto having regrets right now, because he kind of wanted to get laid tonight... and now Chuuya is the one probably too drunk to get it up.]

[Not that Mephisto isn't pretty far gone as well, for all that is doesn't show at all. He sits perfectly still, one hand loosely placed on the small of Chuuya's back to help keep him upright while holding yet another shot in the other. His words are definitely getting a bit slurred, but it makes him sound more dreamy than drunk.]

Oh no, not at all... ah, but I wonder-- just who should I call in the event you collapse from alcohol poisoning? I suppose it's a little late in the game to mention it now-- but I'm immune to it!

[--since he can't die from poisons. But he can definitely still get drunk. The only reason he's upright right now is thanks to his familiar, hiding in the pink umbrella hanging on the back of his chair. Even if the chair were kicked out from under him, he'd still remain floating in place.]

Immune?? That’s not fair!

[Chuuya grumbles before downing another shot of whiskey. Holy hell it burns, but it does do wonders to warm him up from head to toe.]

Nobody. I can take care of myself.

[Chuuya is too drunk to tell that Mephisto is almost as far gone as he is, which is actually pretty hilarious, because he’ll insist that Mephisto is hammered right up until he passes out himself. However, it seems like even Chuuya knows his limits, and since he’d rather not pass out in a puddle of his own vomit in pubic, he thinks that now is a good time to take this elsewhere.

That is, as soon as he can figure out how far it is to the floor from Mephisto’s lap.]

Let’s go...somewhere...

[He nearly faceplants once he slides off the other’s lap, but saves himself by holding onto Mephisto’s sleeve. The room is spinning now...]

C’mon.

[Chuuya tries pulling on Mephisto’s arm, and he’s actually pretty goddamn strong despite his tiny frame.]

Don’t make me float you.

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[Nah, bruh]

[As soon as Chuuya slips off and tugs on Mephisto's arm, he's pulling him down off the chair and on top of him. Which is almost definitely not what Chuuya was going for, and as strong as Chuuya might be, it's a little awkward holding up someone so much lankier in comparison. The fact that Mephisto practically clings to Chuuya to keep from falling down on his ass doesn't help either, which means they're both going down, probably.]

[--but it's fine, because Mephisto just finds this hilarious, bursting out with loud cackling that might sound a bit more unhinged than drunk -- but that's just him being himself.]

Hahaha! Oh dear! The floor is suddenly so much closer! If you were that desperate to get me on top of you, why didn't you just say so!

[Chuuya is not expecting to have Mephisto’s lanky ass land on top of him like that, and what the fuck, he’s a lot heavier than he looks. That or Chuuya just has drunk noodle arms and can’t quite manage to push him off.

The other patrons burst into raucous laughter and wolf whistles, and Chuuya’s cheeks light up like a Christmas tree. He’s fine with messing around in public when it’s, you know, subtle, but this is ridiculous.]

Shut up.

[Drunken tsundere Chuuya really is quite a sight, and he squirms under Mephisto to try and wriggle free. He could solve this problem by using his ability to make the guy weightless, but his boozed-up brain isn’t exactly cooperating right now.]

Can’t you do your magic thing and poof us somewhere???

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Ohh? Are you saying that now?

[Still notably unsteady, Mephisto pushes himself up so he's straddled over Chuuya, one hand holding himself up while he runs the other down his face... except there's absolutely nothing sexy in how he does it, quite literally just planting the palm of his hand over his eyes and running it down over his mouth.]

[He's pretty damn drunk.]

You were the one snuggled up in my lap like a sweet little puppydog-- I thought you weren't the shy type?

Don’t pet me.

[Mephisto why??

Chuuya ends up biting the hand that covers his face (like a pissy chihuahua), but not nearly hard enough to do any damage.]

I’m not sleeping on the floor.

[They’re both plastered.]

I won, by the way, so tell me what you are.

[PULLS HIS HAND BACK how dare u]

[He snorts back another laugh, finding it entirely too funny that Chuuya would bite him right after being compared to a dog. But he collects himself soon enough, leaning back a bit.]

Fufu, I suppose I can't deny that. A win is a win-- but I have no intention of telling you that here.

[Which means he's gonna take them somewhere else. But he's not going to give Chuuya much warning, snapping his fingers with the hand he pulled back--]

[And in what will be a very disorienting shift, they'll suddenly go from laying on the bar floor to falling into a rather comfortable bed in what looks like a hotel room... because Mephisto is a dirty hobo who can only teleport so far, so he makes sure to rent rooms close to wherever he decides to go drinking for the night.]

[Now, while he's shown Chuuya that he can teleport objects, teleporting the both of them such a far distance is certainly a bigger flex of his powers than he allowed before.]

[Oh god, Mephisto is lucky that Chuuya doesn’t hurl mid-teleport, because with the way his stomach lurches with that sudden shift, he has to fight not to lose all the booze he’d ingested. Luckily he manages not to puke as he lands on an incredibly soft bed.

Well, this is certainly a step up from the last place they banged.

Chuuya blinks a few times, head still spinning as he tries to come back down to earth. Once he can see straight (sort of) he glances around; ah, a hotel, huh? Not too shabby.]

This is better than a bar floor.

Well, I'd certainly hope so! I paid good money for this room.

[He sits up fully now, still straddled over Chuuya and apparently completely fine with staying that way for now. But when he sits up, it might start becoming clear that he's not swaying as much as he was a few minutes ago, and the slur to his voice was already on its way out.]

[He might be susceptible to getting drunk, but with his body working overtime to get the "poison" out of his system, he can only really stay drunk for about 20 minutes.]

But I'm surprised... you're rather trusting, you know! Or perhaps you're simply a fool. You should really be more careful who you decide to follow home after a night of drinks... after all, one moment of poor judgement on a night like tonight is all it took [He points to the brooch pinned to his chest.] for me to earn this little trinket of mine.

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[God damn it, even in his drunken state it’s easy for Chuuya to see that Mephisto is sobering up at an impressive rate. Looks like he’s the only one who’ll be waking up hungover. Though, surprisingly enough, Chuuya feels much more pleasantly warm that sick or dizzy now that he’s in a soft, comfy bed.

Chuuya eyes the brooch glittering in the low light of the room.]

It’s no fun if there’s not a little risk involved.

[Besides, in Chuuya’s mind, if Mephisto wanted him dead he would’ve killed him that first night.

He’s definitely curious now, and he reaches out to trace the brooch with a gloved finger.]

What happened?

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They used a young man with whom I'd had a night very much like this one in the past to lure me out in the open. I never did find out what became of him... it's quite the shame. He was rather pretty, after all.

[And yet he sounds a bit disconnected when he talks about it -- like he's talking about someone's dog who ran away, rather than a previous lover who disappeared under mysterious circumstances. But in this case, it's not to mask any unspoken trauma -- he's just not terribly invested in the people he fucks, typically.]

[That is, unless they're particularly interesting. And he already knew Chuuya was far more than a pretty face. Which, vague drunkenness aside, is one of the only reasons he's talking about this at all.]

The rest-- well, I'm sure you've heard the rumors. It was a very unpleasant experience.

Wow...what a shitty tactic.

[Sounds like something a certain mafia boss would do to further his own ambitions. Not that Chuuya is a saint, but he’s never deliberately manipulated anyone in such a shitty way. That’s not how he likes to play ball.

Chuuya nods. He knows very well the awfulness of those kidnappings. His very own housemates had suffered dearly from it.]

Yeah. Couple of people I know came back changed in ways nobody should.

[Emotionally speaking.

Chuuya, still pleasantly drunk, reaches up trace a gloved finger over one of Mephisto’s pointed ears curiously.]

So who and what are you, exactly?

["Changed in ways nobody should" was one hell of a way of putting it. Mephisto himself would agree that he likely falls under that category as well, but he's certainly not close enough to Chuuya to talk on that level of emotional intimacy yet. And so, with a soft hum, he lets the topic fall to the side.]

Fufu, I suppose I've stalled for long enough, haven't I? [He leans his head against Chuuya's hand, encouraging him to keep touching and petting at him more.]

Tell me, Mr. Nakahara-- do you believe in gods?

[He supposes he can keep rubbing Mephisto’s ear with one hand and sliding his fingers through his hair with the other. It’s kind of relaxing, honestly.

That question gives him pause. Oh, if only the people around him knew the thing that gave him his ability, and how it came about.]

Like the Christian god? No. Some omnipotent being sitting in the clouds watching people suffer and not doing a goddamn thing about it? Fuck that.

[He glances questioningly at Mephisto.]

Are you saying you’re a god?

[Seriously? Of course Mephisto is fucking with him. He has to be.]

[There's an irony here in that Chuuya literally just described the Natha -- but he won't say anything about it, simply snickering to himself.]

Now, that depends on who you ask. There were certainly times in the past when I was worshipped and revered as a god.

[He reaches up to take one of Chuuya's hands by the wrist, pressing it down against the mattress.]

Just as there were times when I was beloved and feared as an Angel of death.

[And he takes his other wrist, doing the same as he looms over Chuuya, leaning in closer as he flashes a toothy grin.]

But these days... those who know of me simply know me as a demon.

[He might put two and two together on that if he weren’t drunk.

Contrary to his loud nature, Chuuya remains silent as Mephisto speaks, listening intently to his answer. It could very well all be bullshit, but as his wrists are pinned to the bed and Mephisto looms over him, Chuuya is inclined to believe it. After all, he’d faced down Lovecraft, an actual eldritch being that turned out to be Cthulhu, so why wouldn’t demons exist?

That toothy grin is met with a little smirk of Chuuya’s own.]

That so? Makes sense.

[The powers, the teeth, the ears, it totally makes sense.

And it’s honestly pretty hot.]

And your real name?

Oh, I've gone by many names... even in this world, Faust isn't the only name I've used.

[He shifts himself subtly, moving so one of his legs is now settled between both of Chuuya's. And once there, he uses the opportunity to press his thigh upward, putting just a bit of pressure against his cock.]

But my real name is Samael.

[He grinds his leg upward this time, leaning in to steal Chuuya's lips with his own. Surely they were both lucid enough to continue now? Even if Mephisto kind of regretted not keeping him in the bar to play with.]

[The light pressure between Chuuya’s legs is enough to drag him out of his sleepy, now only slightly buzzed state, and he makes a low noise of approval in his throat. He’s definitely lucid enough to fuck, if a bit dreamy still.

There’s something in the way Mephisto says his true name that sends little shivers up Chuuya’s spine, and while the man looming over him could very well destroy him if he wished, Chuuya makes no move to throw him off. Instead he returns the kiss, the lazy movement of his lips against Mephisto’s quickly turning heated as he drags his teeth along the other’s bottom lip.

When he speaks it’s in a breathy whisper:]

Is that what I should call you?

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Call me whatever you like. Though I wouldn't recommend calling a demon's true name recklessly.

[He shifts Chuuya's hands up over his head, allowing him to hold both wrists in place with one hand. It would be easy enough to summon up a bit of rope to tie him down, but for now, he's making a show of just how much physical strength he has over Chuuya. Unless Chuuya used his powers right now, he'd find it hard to even budge against the hand holding him down.]

Fufu... but with just how obedient you're being right now... [He reaches down with his newly freed hand and slides two fingers underneath the choker around Chuuya's neck, giving it a bit of a tug as he switches to a slightly more mocking-tone.] Perhaps I should have you call me master?

[And here we see Mephisto, still unable to decide whether he wants to turn him on or piss him off. Either way, that little bit of teasing is accompanied by rubbing his thigh between Chuuya's legs, not really being subtle in trying to get him aroused.]

That so?

[That’s certainly one hell of a grip Mephisto has on him, though Chuuya is confident that he could most certainly break free if he wanted to. He’s a force to be reckoned with, after all, considering just how riled up Mephisto managed to get him last time, and there’s nothing stopping him from using his ability again if he so desires. It’s just that, maybe, just maybe, he enjoys being dominated every once in a while...

The tug on his collar is much like a poke to a caged animal, however, and Chuuya shoots Mephisto a defiant look.]

You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that to get me to call you master.

[Chuuya says as he absentmindedly grinds down against Mephisto’s thigh. He’s already well on his way to becoming fully hard, and he puts on an eager little display by arching his back off the bed and giving a languid little roll of his hips.]

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