altimit | catch all >> september

That?

[ Oh. Well, yes, it's not like he's made a secret of telling everyone he's a scientist of one sort or another, so. ]

Initially for foolish reasons. I thought if I excelled and became a genius scientist, I would be able to clone my family and bring them back. Of course, I was still a child when I had that mindset, but even after realizing it was impossible, I stayed the course.

'tis an interesting field, provided you can get into it.

I don't know where you live, exactly, Owen, but becoming a social pariah is far more likely than finding someone willing to do the deed for you.

[ Not that he couldn't go looking for trouble and end up super dead somewhere in Tokyo. It's possible, sure, but it's no America, that's for sure. ]

Whether it's been worth it or not... well, considering my plans, one must assume not, yes?

[ The invites have been sent, the date and time set, and now all that's left to do is cook. Early, early, so very early — around 1 a.m. in Tokyo — Fandaniel is online and puttering around the kitchen that's spontaneously appeared in Telophoroi's @ home. He and Cultist Grunty worked it out, found a place to slide it in, and then he bade the guild's grunty to go prepare the meeting room for the meal.

Cultist Grunty can be found trundling about, pointing hooves at spots on the walls and rafters and wiggling them, making spooky sounds, before poofing proper decor into existence, but Fandaniel?

Fandaniel is in the kitchen, slicing, dicing, chopping, and prepping for the various dishes on the menu.

Interested in joining him? Feel free to slip on into the kitchen but keep your fingers to yourself! There are no bowls to clean yet! ]

[ And what a beautiful mess it is. A pity it won't carry over into reality. There's something about the idea of leaving a lasting mark that Fandaniel savors and yet, once Hector logs out, it'll all be gone. Ah, but one can't have everything, can they?

But then Hector is lifting himself and Fandaniel's grip on his hips tightens again, briefly, before forcing himself to relax his fingers and let the man move. That initial drag of tight flesh up sensitive skin has a wild heat searing through him, loin and legs, and all the way up his back. It takes an effort not to drag Hector back down immediately, to bury himself, hard, into him again.

A long sigh leaves his lips and he leans back against the stony wall of the hot spring. With every ounce of self-control, he angles his hips down and away ever so slightly to help Hector in his own movement. When the man comes down again, he'll roll them up to meet him. That way, they can set a rhythm and pace that suits them both. ]

[Of course it was for a depressing-ass reason like that. She doesn't know what she expected.]

Plus you get to travel and stuff, right? It doesn't sound like a bad gig at least.

[ Hector's head bows backwards again, ends of his hair brushing the surface of the water, fingers dig deep into Fandaniel's chest. His movements alone were already good enough, filling himself up with Fandaniel's cock at his own pace, but to feel him moving against him, in tandem with him, oh— Maybe it speaks to how long it's been, with the way that groan rolls in the depths of his throat.

He lifts his hips faster, drops them with equal speed. Every time he finds himself flush against Fandaniel's groin, his breath grows louder, lights spark behind his eyelids. A needy heat pools in his groin, one staved only by the brief brushes of his erection against the other man's torso as he rolls into the movement.

Soon, though, it's not enough. He wants to go faster, harder, but the water drags him back, tires him out quicker. His movements slow. There's a look of frustration as his eyes turn to look at Fandaniel again. But his chest remains arched, a hand reaches up to rake the hair out of his face—he's just doing this to show off, surely. ]

Get— [ His voice is groggy from arousal, needy from dissatisfaction. The hot springs are nice, but not for what he wants. Regardless, he continues his slow up and down, soaking in the dull waves of pleasure. ] Get out of the water.

Ah, you mean for conferences and meetings? Hmm, those get old... quickly. You will find that most thoroughly enjoy discussing and humoring my original goals but, in the end, I am nothing more than a glorified paper pusher at a desk.

[ So what's the point? He isn't doing anything useful. He isn't helping anyone. It was all for nothing. ]

[ Slow and steady suits Fandaniel just fine. He's enjoying the gradual climb to completion, the warm arousal filling him up and making his toes curl in the water and his breath hitch with every rise and fall as Hector rides him. Best of all, he enjoys watching the older man struggle with need. The way his expression begins to twist with that growing arousal, the way his voice cracks with desperation.

Oh, he could listen to that all day, and that's exactly why Fandaniel makes no attempt to move them from where they are right then, as Hector tells him what he wants. Rather, a hand slides off one of his hips and around to grip that stiff erection bobbing up and down through the water as Hector puts on his show, fingers closing around the top half of the shaft as he plays a thumb around the head. Slowly, so very slowly. ]

Hmm? What was that? I don't believe I heard a pretty please.

[ Fai alerts Fandaniel to his presence with a sharp knock on the kitchen door as he opens it. ]

Your help has arrived~

[ Is he simply going to act like nothing is wrong? He sure is! It's what Fai is best at, after all. ]

How is preparation in here coming along?

All that and you never even found other researchers worth your time, huh.

You must understand that certain types of research carry danger with it. Take CC Corp and this game, for example. They get away with such dangerous technology because they have the money to. They can stagger legislation, bribe the people who sign off on safety standards, defend themselves with an army of lawyers, the list could go on.

[ He waves around them, meaning here, the game, this place. ]

I have no such backer to push to human trials, even if what I want to do carries far fewer risks than all these connections directly into our brains and nervous systems.

Edited 2023-09-13 02:05 (UTC)

I didn't just mean your research.

[The sentence drops off oddly - probably she just held back an instinctive "dummy" at the end there.]

Just like... I dunno. Like-minded people with their own wild subjects for study? Or something.

[How do you say friends without actually saying friends.]

[ What is she even trying to say... ]

What, as in friends? [ Look, just say friends, wow. ] Well, one, I suppose, but that hardly makes any difference.

[ Look at them both, pretending like nothing terrible or messed up has gone on. How healthy! ]

Ah, what? No class at this time in California?

[ It's super early for Fandaniel but less so for Fai, he knows that much. He pauses with his knife, turning to look at him as he strolls on into the kitchen. ]

I have the custards with the mushrooms setting and the tofu prepped but there's still quite a lot to do. What you need, however, should be in the room's inventory. Feel free to poke around.

[ Ah, Lumina Cloth. The lights, the gambling, the food, the nightlife! All of it is ignored by Fandaniel as he decides to log on in the dead of the night for him — less so for other places in the world, of course — and go wandering through the streets and alleys of the city. When he's restless like this and here, in this city?

That can only mean one thing.

He's looking for a few easy PKs and he's been stalking one player for a few minutes now. A white-haired Blade Brandier that he, admittedly, doesn't know well. One of the testers he doesn't think he's spoken with before... hm... ]

[No she can't that's way uncool.]

Why, what's wrong with them?

[ She's already playing around in a glorified VR chatroom, she is officially way uncool without asking proper questions. ]

It doesn't, that's all. He's a bit clingy and doesn't like it when things don't go his way, though he'll pretend otherwise. Very infuriating, actually.

[Shut up she's very cool tyvm.

Though she can't help but smirk a little at that.]

...There's someone out there who can annoy even you, huh?

[ It's the most healthy thing to do! ]

Nope. No classes today.

[ No lab either. It's one of his relatively rare free days, so he's spending most of it playing a video game.

Maybe he should have better hobbies.

Anyway, Fai starts to snoop around the room's inventory, looking at what all is in there outside of what Fandaniel asked him to make. ]

So... why are you holding this little party at all?

Because it's something I've always wanted to do. I can't exactly hold a dinner party in the real world, after all.

[ And considering their previous conversation, the time for doing it now has a deadline.

Anyway, Fandaniel resumes chopping away, leaving Fai to snoop around on his own whims. There's nothing too suspicious in the kitchen's inventory. Well, apart from a certain special potion tucked away in the corner of the inventory slots. ]

Please—

[ The hand comes over his cock, and Hector's body responds beyond his control. He twitches, his movements stutter, his head lolls. He feels light, woozy, all that heady arousal rushing through him as he tries to roll his hips into Fandaniel's hand.

If Fandaniel wants him to beg, he'll beg. He angles his hips as he drops himself onto Fandaniel's cock again, the tip slamming straight into his sweet spot. He gasps, bites his lip; his hands lift to dig hard, rough into his shoulders. ]

Please, Fandaniel— [ He says his name, eyes locking with his as he does, ] Let me fuck you harder...

[ He needs more. More, and oh god, it'd be just enough to send him over the edge — ]

There is always someone out there who's worse than you are, isn't that a fact?

[ Fai is a brat sometimes, truly. ]

[ God, yes, this is exactly what he wants. Those hands digging into his shoulders, the begging, every needy noise that Hector makes, every look he gives Fandaniel. The way he drops down on Fandaniel like that has him giving Hector's cock one last squeeze and a stuttery roll of his own hips, but rather than moan and groan over it, he merely licks his lips and smirks at it all. ]

You make a, ah, convincing argument. [ Then he jerks his hips up a second time, with meaning. ] Off, we're moving.

[ If Hector had hoped to be carried out of the hot spring, he needed to find a much beefier twink than Fandaniel to get all tangled up with here. ]

...No, I suppose not.

[ It comes out more bitter than he intended it to, precisely because he's thinking about that deadline. He tries to let some of the anger building up in his chest simmer a bit as he digs through the inventory.

...And finds a strange potion.

With a small "hm" he pulls himself out of the menu. ]

What's that potion for, Amon?

[ Ah, the wonders of timezones. Evening for the rest of Europe is functionally Michel's morning: a very reasonable time to slip online for a few minutes while the coffee is still brewing and poke around Lumina Cloth. He's too dignified to browse the amusement park during busier hours, but now he's meandering that way by roundabout paths, taking his time to size up how many PCs he passes.

It really doesn't feel like many just now. Still American school and business hours, most likely. So much the better for Michel to slink along unaccosted, stifling a yawn to himself as he glances up at the bright lights of Lumina Cloth's decorative displays. ]

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