OPEN ☆ If we were in a perfect world

[steponme]

Who: Shell Overlord (steponme) & OPEN
What: Catch-all Log, now with open prompts!!
When: End of April - Start of May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Awkward boners, violence



Fight Club | cw: violence, mind control
[For those who venture down to the see the underground fights, they might find a peculiar scene waiting for them. Standing in the arena and awaiting his opponent is Shell. But for those who know him, there's really no questions that he's not exact;y the fighting type. What's he doing there? Well...]

A. VS (Previous CR only please!)
[...it looks like he's your opponent today. He doesn't look very intimidating, not particularly dressed down beyond having taken off his jacket and scarf, and he doesn't seem to be holding a weapon of any kind. But something you might notice is that a good chunk of the crowd seems to be stepping back. You probably haven't seen what he can do yet -- but even the refferee looks a little standoffish, climbing up over the barricade to stand atop it, out of reach. But as for Shell-- well, he didn't expect to see anyone he knew here.]

...what are you doing here?

B. Domination (OTA)
[...it looks like his battle is about to start. If you're smart, and you've chosen to follow the crowd in sitting in one of the higher seats, then you'll only see the "battle" play out. Shell enters, and just as his opponent starts getting into stance to fight, he suddenly freezes and collapses to his knees. As Shell steps closer, the man starts to scream, pleading for it to "stop" -- whatever it is. Eventually, Shell leans down and whispers something to him, and he starts screaming for the refferee that he gives up.]

[But if you were curious enough to stay as close to the ring as possible, then you'll get to experience what those sitting in the higher seats can only watch: a strong sense of fear and dread seemingly emanates off the battle arena, causing those sitting closest to experience effects similar to the man in the ring. Some start crying, others scream, but most of them only stand and stare in petrified silence. Even the refferee seems affected for a few moments, taking far too long to end the match and give Shell the win.]

[And the moment he does, the heavy atmosphere disappears as suddenly as it appeared. But as Shell heads off stage to wait for his next match, for some reason, he doesn't look very happy about it.]


[ooc: Feel free to alter prompts as you see fit! Let me know in Prompt A whether your character will be effected by Shell's pheromones, as they have a 25% chance of failing entirely. Please note that if you choose to have your character sit too close in Prompt B, they will be affected as well. If you'd like to avoid that, have them sit further back!]

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[steponme]

[Nothing he can't handle... that's probably true, but the real question is whether Shell will be able to handle it. Even as he finally opens his mouth to bite him, he hesitates, trembling a little. Eventually, he opts to hold onto Chuuya for more support -- more so for himself than Chuuya's sake, really. And with one hand settled behind his neck and the other on his shoulder, Shell finally starts to bite down on his skin.]

[But perhaps unlike when Chuuya was bitten by Diva, or even Reign, it's much more of a legitimate bite than the stereotypical puncture wound. But once the blood begins to flow, he starts to drink it up -- lapping at his skin more than sucking on the wound.]


[But if Chuuya thinks he's gonna walk out of this with a boner, he's going to have to get past the fact that Shell is very obviously crying as he drinks, try as he might to keep it quiet. But hey, maybe he's into the whole pretty-boys crying thing??]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Those teeth sinking into his flesh are certainly painful, even moreso than when Reign and Diva had fed on him, but of course Chuuya doesn’t protest, instead threading gloved fingers through soft, golden hair as Shell drinks from his neck.

No, he’s not into pretty boys crying, so any sparks of arousal he’d felt are quickly snuffed out, but it’s fine. This is for Shell’s health, after all, and Chuuya is just really fucking glad the guy had finally come to his senses.

It’s odd, how intimate it feels without being sexual, and Chuuya just keeps sliding his fingers through Shell’s hair until he feels he’s had enough. He won’t let the guy drain him dry, but he doesn’t think he has to worry about that anyway with how borderline gentle he was about feeding from Chuuya.]

[steponme]

[The hand running through his hair feels nice, and it's probably the only reason he's not sobbing as he drinks. It tastes so good -- blood offered willingly, given to him out of a place of concern, was a flavor far sweeter than anything else he's had before. And compared to what he's spent the better half of the last two months drinking, right now, it felt like it was the best thing he's ever tasted.]

[But memories of One offering his own blood to Shell are still fresh in his mind as well, pushing out more tears than he might have shed otherwise.]

[He doesn't take very much. He doesn't need much, for how little he's gotten by on lately. But he'll lap at the wound until the flow of blood slows, before pulling back and pressing the red silken scarf against it.]

[And when he pulls back, he sniffles a little -- eyes brimming with tears and blood on his lips.]

H-Hold that there. I'll go grab a first aid kit.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Oh, is Shell finished already? That was quick compared to the other times Chuuya has been fed on, but he’s not complaining. Shell lacked that gluttonous side that both Reign and Diva had shown, and Chuuya can appreciate the way Shell seems to be concerned for his welfare. The crying is a bit much, but hey, if the guy needs to let it all out, then Chuuya won’t say anything.

He nods ands holds the scarf in place.]

Better?

[steponme]

[It's fine, he cries at everything -- and if they ever bang, he's gonna learn that the weird way.]

[He nods as well, reaching up to wipe at his eyes.]

Mm. A lot better... I think that's the most I've been able to drink since I came here.

[Which says a lot about how little he's been eating, but look, Chuuya's already made his point that he's a dumbass.]

[He stands with ease now as he moves across the room finding a small first aid kit and bringing it over. He's watched One treat him enough times to have a general idea of what to do. Clean, sterilize, ointment to prevent scarring, and a bandage!]

[...]

[Without really thinking though, he leans in and licks up a bit that built up under the scarf. H-He tastes good, okay...]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Crypires...

Chuuya is actually behaving for once as he sits still and waits for Shell to return with the first aid kit. He’d probably be fine without it, but Chuuya would rather avoid infection if he can, so he’ll let Shell treat him for now.

He’s not expecting to feel a tongue on his neck again though, and Chuuya actually has to fight off a wave of arousal just from that. His neck is sensitive, okay?? He’ll just smirk and pretend he’s not affected by it.]

I taste good, huh?

1/2

[steponme]

[...]

[AND SHELL'S WHOLE FACE TURNS BRIGHT RED]

Th-That's... I-I wasn't thinking, I just--

[steponme]

...i-it is pretty good.

[Gonna just. Go back to what he was doing before. Putting on some of the ointment now before laying some gauze down for the bandage.]

I used to feel guilty whenever I drank human blood... but I didn't feel that this time. Maybe because you offered it to me?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Good. I don’t want to hear any guilt.

[Ah, Chuuya will just soak up the attention for a moment. Obviously he deserves it.]

But you’re gonna need more, right? I can be your source if you want.

[steponme]

My... source?

[He actually considers it for a second -- and then smiles, cheeks flushing as he looks away.]

You'll get anemic if I drink from you too much. But... if you want to offer sometimes, I... I won't say no.

[thetaintedsorrow]

It’s a deal.

[What does Chuuya get out of it, you ask? It’s a mystery.

He’s just a nice guy is all.]

I’m sure there’s others who would offer too, just in case.

[He’ll stay sitting for just a moment longer to avoid dizziness.]

I dunno where else is good to bite, but as long as it’s not the face, I don’t care.

[steponme]

[Yeah. Sure. A nice guy. And clearly it has nothing to do with enjoying the feeling of a beautiful man clinging to him and biting his neck, right?]

[But it's fine, Shell is unaware of his blatant vampire fetish.]

Anywhere is usually fine. I probably should have just used your arm.

[Makes it a little less obvious that someone was gnawing on his neck. Bite mark aside, that'll probably leave a nasty bruise too.]

I've only ever drank like this a couple of times, so... I think I bite you harder than I needed to. Sorry...

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Don't call him out like this!!]

Eh. It’ll heal.

[It’s not like he loves his neck bitten or anything...]

It didn’t hurt that much. I’ve been shot and stabbed and thrown into walls. Punched, too. All of that hurt way worse than a bite.

[steponme]

Sh-Shot and stabbed!?

[Chuuya is too extra for him tbh.]

You...really must have lived some life before you came here, huh...

[thetaintedsorrow]

I’ve got the scars to prove it.

[Not like he really needs to, but still.]

Yup. That’s pretty tame for the Mafia, actually.

[Considering there were abilities that could literally tear a person apart in seconds.]

Anyway, it’s fine. You can drink my blood again sometime.

[Chuuya’s voice softens then, and he looks down at his own gloved hands.]

It’s not a bad thing, not wanting to hurt people.

[steponme]

[That's tame... he has a hard time picturing it all, really. Least of all because he had a hard time picturing Chuuya doing something like that. All the sides of him he's seen so far have been so sweet...]

[But somehow, it's when his voice softens and he looks down at his hands that he can picture it -- and perhaps picture him living a life he doesn't entirely miss now.]

...you know, I didn't really get the chance to thank you yet. [He looks up and sets a hand on Chuuya's shoulder, flashing a bright smile.] So... thank you.

I don't know if there's anything I can offer in return, but... if there is ever anything I can help you with, let me know, okay?

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Oh god, there’s that beautiful sunshine smile again. Chuuya’s heart might just skip a beat...why is Shell so pretty?? At least Chuuya isn’t blushing all that hard, but damn if he’s not a little more eager to let Shell nibble on him again.]

No problem.

[Chuuya slowly gets to his feet, and thankfully there’s no dizziness.]

I’ll hold you to that.

[He’s sure he’ll think of something.]

You can stop by the mansion whenever you want. Just give me a head’s up first.

[steponme]

Really? [As if his smile couldn't get any brighter, there it goes. While he might not look to be at 100% just yet, he's definitely feeling better than he has since he woke up. It adds a certain bounce to his step, particularly as he jumps up to stand when Chuuya does.]

Okay! I'll be sure to stop by sometime! [Looks like Chuuya's gonna learn the hard way that Shell has few boundaries when he likes someone -- he'll probably let him know while standing outside the front door.] You can drop by anytime you want, too! But err... definitely let me know first, since it can get a little dangerous around here if Reign is testing his perfumes...

[thetaintedsorrow]

Really.

[He didn’t expect Shell to look so happy about that, but he’s not complaining. His smile is almost blinding now, and Chuuya can’t even fight off the dokis anymore.]

Dangerous?

[Because of pheromones? Chuuya assumes that’s what it is.]

I’m still curious about those pheromones of yours.

[steponme]

[Just accept the dokis Chuuya it's fine.]

Yeah... his perfumes back home were popular because they were similar to pheromones, so he's been trying to recreate similar effects here with, uh... mixed results.

[Uncomfortably mixed results.]

[But this isn't the first time he's asked about his pheromones. And while he kind of likes having a friend who has no idea what they're like, if he's that curious...]

...if you want, I can show you what they're like. But it's... kind of a mood killer? And I don't want to do anything to upset you after you've done so much for me.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Mood? What mood?

Ah, Shell must mean the friendly atmosphere.]

It’s fine. I’m not gonna cry or hide or anything.

[Even if the effects are unsettling, they can’t be worse than Chuuya losing his mind to Corruption.]

Might as well experience it now so I know what to expect, right?

1/2

[steponme]

[He definitely means the friendly atmosphere! Though seeing as pheromones can also cause fear-boners, it could be a different mood all together.]

If you don't cry, you'd be one of the first... but all right.

[He really doesn't want to use it on him... so maybe he'll only use a little, just to give him a taste of how it feels?]

[Of course, even a little is a lot when you're an Overlord. And this time, Shell's pheromones will be working just as intended...]

[steponme]

[He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes -- and when he opens then, he's suddenly making an expression Chuuya would have never seen on his face before -- his eyes stern and cold with his lips turned down into a frown.]

[And then all at once, the atmosphere of the room changes.]

[The air feels heavy, almost painful to breathe, as Chuuya will be struck by an overwhelming sense of being in danger. Like a monster looming just over his shoulder, holding him down and seconds away from snapping him up in its jaws. He'll find it hard to even move, let alone fight back, as irrational as the thought to do so might be.]

[It can be resisted -- but it's difficult. Especially when he's never experienced something like this before.]

[But Shell's also not going to stop there... because he knows Chuuya is curious what makes pheromones so dangerous.]

[And so he approaches, slowly, not unlike a predator stalking its prey, and he leans in closer to whisper into Chuuya's ear--] ...kneel.

[Unlike the fear that tugged at his mind, the compulsion to obey the order will be much harder to resist.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya really has no idea what to expect, even if he’s experienced mind-altering abilities before, so when the entire atmosphere of the room shifts to something heavy and oppressive, he knows that he’s in for something powerful. Shell truly does look intimidating now, and while Chuuya isn’t cowering, there’s no denying that he’s under the vampire’s sway.

When’s the last time he felt true fear? Or that he was the prey instead of the hunter? It’s been a long, long time since Chuuya has felt truly helpless, and while he fights with every ounce of willpower he has, he barely moves an inch. It’s as if something has taken complete control of his body, just like a puppet on a string...

And then that order comes, and Chuuya can’t fight the urge to obediently kneel before Shell. Eyes wide, he finally realizes just how dangerous these pheromones are, and just why Shell had been so reluctant to use them.

In place of tears, however, is a defiant look, and although Chuuya is kneeling, it’s clear that he’s fighting to stand up. Shit, he can’t even speak right now...]

1/2

[steponme]

[...and Shell hates every moment of it. He hates seeing that look on Chuuya's face, knowing how strongly he must be resisting -- feeling how much he's resisting, even as he kneels down on command. He hates knowing how much power he has over him right now, that he could command him so easily and bend him to his will, that he even has this power in the first place--]

[But more than all of that, he hates that the sight of Chuuya kneeling in front of him like this sends an unfamiliar shiver down his spine.]

[...]