The Villa Is Open

[shipwreck_light]

Zephyr had a plan. "We are gonna make you the best electric milkshake that ever was!"

"Or will be!" Pip joined in, clapping her hands over her head as she danced along before him and Roa and generally got in the way of where they were trying to walk.

This gave Zephyr plenty of excuse to pause at the end of the hall and make himself a sweeping gesture. "In the historya... ah..." one that should have ended with him banging his hand on the wall.

Except for the part where the applicable wall had disappeared and not in the usual behold the busted drywall kind of way. It was just gone. Likewise, the hallway and the entirety of Sky Plaza.

Zephyr stood on some low, sweeping stone steps. That happened to be outside, while just a moment before been /inside/ and headed to the kitchen. "OK, what the hell?"

Roa took in the sudden sky all golden up the flanks of the villa before them and held her finger to her lips in curiosity. "I don't know, actually." Then, she attempted to walk down the way they had come. This got her over the steps and almost to the spray from the fountain in the drive before it became quite apparent merely turning around wasn't going to accomplish much besides dampening her shoes. Back up she went. "This *looks* like where they held the last Court of the Manor."

"You dunno?" his next sound was an odd one, not a moan and not a laugh, and awfully feline besides. "Yeah, that's not freakin me out or nothin. Dun you know everythin?"

"Zephyyyr. Same to you."

"You guys," interjected Pip, her bare toes rapping on the stone. "Think this's kinda the same thing happened to Seb."

"Hm?" Zephyr craned himself her way, and their hands tangled together, wires all a-flash.

"Mm!"

"Mnhn."

"Nnn~."

"Well, I like your theory so far," Roa nodded. Mostly, she wasn't being silly right back at their latest ridiculous display. Mostly. "Happened to Siebenkas...?"

"Yeah, he had this dream," the elder of the two evokers almost began to explain, digits working.

Whatever he meant to coax out of the recollections between them, Pip took over, swaying as she did. "He thinks was a dream, but is totally notta dream. I know. I touched him thinkin about it an it was all wrong fora dream. Still didn't make any sense, but not the same kinda way dreams do."

"Also, Seb never dreams he's nekkid. Fun fact."

("So useful, too," Roa remarked, quite to herself.)

"But, he walked outta his bathroom an alla a sudden, he was in this bar in Old New York an there were all these other people an he was almost kinda sorta mebbe flirtin with this mob boss lady over gin an tonic and then there was this real cute muddy guy. Seb didn't think he was so cute, but I did. He got way more distracted by the other lady evoked with her eyes and the booze was good an there were pretty blond polyamourous peeps bonkin in the restroom an... an... an..."

Her not so little description might have gone on another few hours, except that Zephyr reached around with his unoccupied hand and tickled her. The way they'd tangled up together, she must have known it was coming.

Which left Roa to conclude Pip wanted tickled more than she wanted to discuss any washroom adventures. "On one hand, that sounds very much like a dream to me. On the other, if there's some sort of precedent for people in our manor suddenly disobeying all known laws of physics. And you're not playing some sort of elaborate prank."

"Hey! I had my heart set on givin you your first electric milkshake an that's not somethin I'd go back on for any money." Next thing she did know with any certainty, Zephyr had play staggered over, clutching at his shirt, "'m so disappointed it /huuurts/."

"Well, you can make it up to me when the universe goes back to normal."

Grin for the time being, too.

"It is going to go back to normal?"

"Did last time. 's why we still gotta Seb an notta portal to someplace called Dan's," said Pip.

"Alright, so why don't we...?"

"Make the besta it?"

"Yes!" Roa swung from Zephyr's grasp. He only then reached for her, trying to find that place in her moments where the best meant [concrete] he could play after and with her. As it was, he missed her as she skipped the villa steps instead, swirling her skirt in her hands and calling back after: "We're going to get company, right?"

"Woul, that'd be nice, but if not," he shrugged. "We get blitzed an watch the stars come out." A quick little sigh and a pop of his shoulder after, he followed.

Pip watched the space in the sky where the clouds should have been. The end of her nose twitched. "We're so gettin company. Can smell it, almost. Somethin's zactly not right out there." Laughing then, she blew past them both and straight through the doors.



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ETA: This post has not been up thirty-six hours and we officially have more than 500 comments. SO I SUPPOSE THIS ISN'T FUN AT ALL AMMIRITE? XD

ETA II: I am really, really touched that everyone wants to take care of the deceased fellow in the pool. I'm sure he appreciates it (he didn't even have a name in the story where he first appeared ;_;). But, alas, there was only one of him and he's currently being handled. He may be installed in a bedroom shortly, and should that happen, I will give him his own thread for poking purposes.

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[johnny_corlioni]

"One more," Johnny grits out. "One more, then I'll fuck ya." Which cannot come soon enough.

He presses in that third finger, spreading them apart expertly; he knows exactly how much Michael can take.

[geena]

The burn and stretch are exquisite, the sensations dancing along Michael's nerves until he's half out of his mind with desire. Johnny's fingers know him better than he knows himself, skilled at unraveling him with just simple twist or stroke in just the right place.

Michael cries out, thrusting automatically, fisting his hands in the sheets.

"Oh, god, Johnny. Now, please, need you right now."

[johnny_corlioni]

"Impatient boy," but Johnny slicks up anyway and swipes his hand against the blanket. He guides himself, using his free hand to grip Michael's hip bruising tight, and once he's in, he thrusts hard. "Jesus fuck, ya feel so goddamn good, babe. Christ, could do this for fuckin' ever." He takes up a punishing pace, one he knows damn well Michael can take.

[geena]

"Would-- oh god!-- would let you," Michael moans. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, his cock heavy and aching. "Fuck, you feel so good. Always so good, so fucking big, I can't--" One hand reaches behind to grip at Johnny's hips. "Harder, god, harder."

[johnny_corlioni]

If he goes much harder, he might actually hurt Michael, but Johnny does speed up a bit, thrusting that much harder. "Think ya can come this way?" he groans. "Without either a us touchin' ya?" He squeezes Michael's hips harder, fully intending to leave bruises in the shape of his fingers, maybe even hands. "I think ya could. You're my good boy."

[geena]

He'd be embarrassed by the high-pitched sound he makes if not for the fact that he is so far beyond petty things like humiliation. "God, oh god, Johnny..." The mere idea of what Johnny is suggesting sends a spark of arousal shooting through him and his cock hardens that much more. "Oh, oh, yes, yes. God, feel so good. Don't stop, don't ever fucking stop."

[johnny_corlioni]

The things the sounds Michael makes can do to Johnny. He grits his teeth and digs his fingers in to hold Michael right where he wants him. Pleasure's building in his balls, and Michael's probably getting there, too. "When you're ready, come, Michael. When ya wan'. Fuck, ya feel so fuckin' good."

[geena]

"Oh, Jesus motherfucking Christ," Michael cries out, just as his arms give out and his front half falls onto the bed. The sudden change in angle allows Johnny just the smallest bit deeper, and it's all Michael can do to not scream. Fuck, it's good, so good, how the hell is it so good this time?

He's hovering on the edge of his orgasm, trembling violently as he gasps and moans into the bed. Almost, almost, he just needs that final push...

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny hisses and pulls Michael's hips up, just a bit, to keep his grip firm. "C'mon, babe," he mutters, "you're so fuckin' hot. Feel fuckin' amazin', an' ya look so gorgeous like this, fuck, Michael. Come, babe." Because if Michael doesn't soon, Johnny might not last to fuck him until he's done.

[geena]

"Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfu--"

Michael jerks erratically for a few seconds then stills, letting out a long, loud wail as he comes, spilling all over the sheets below him. He absently rocks against Johnny, shuddering as his orgasm consumes him.

Oh god, it's sublime.

[johnny_corlioni]

Now that Michael's done, Johnny lets his control slip. His rhythm turns more erratic, and a moment later, he shouts a curse as he comes, stilling inside Michael.

"Fuck," he groans, after. He's not entirely sure he can move. "Think I fuckin' shot my brains out."

[geena]

"Hnng," Michael agrees. He crashes face down onto the bed, unfortunately right in the middle of a wet spot. Despite this, he doesn't move, no longer able to control his limbs. "Jesus..."

He doesn't know why it was so good this time, beyond the obvious reasons, but he's pretty sure he can die happy and fulfilled now.

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny pulls out and drops to the side, throwing his arm over Michael's back. "Christ, babe," he mutters, "I'm not sure how the fuck that got so goddamn good."

[geena]

"Stars... aligned?" Michael suggests with a grin. He closes his eyes taking in a deep breath before slowly exhaling. "Fuck, Johnny, my dick's still tingling. I think you broke me."

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny huffs a laugh and kisses him. "Hope not. I wanna try that again sometime. But not today." He rubs a circle on Michael's lower back. "Ya might be sore later. Gonna feel it."

[geena]

Michael smirks. "Good. I want a reminder of what you just did to me." He lazily cocks his head, half-heartedly offering a kiss back. After a moment, he groans, complaining, "I'm in the wet spot and sticky on about seventy percent of my body."

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny laughs and wraps his arms around Michael, then rolls hard so Michael is at least out of the wet spot, if now on top of him. "One a your problems's solved. We can go take another bath when ya can walk."

[geena]

"I think I've lost the ability for good," Michael admits. "But it was worth it. Fuck, that was..." He shakes his head wordlessly, eyes open wide.

After a minute or two, he lifts himself. "All right, let's clean up. Then we might as well figure out where we are."

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny glances down at Michael's hips and shakes his head. "You're gonna have some bruises. Sorry 'bout that." They have arnica at home; he'll put some on for him.

Really, he's surprised Michael doesn't have permanent bruises.

He gets up from the bed and grabs his clothes and towel, watching Michael. "Sore?"

[geena]

Michael follows his gaze, grinning at the beginning appearance of marks. "Good. I like when you leave bruises. Reminds me of what we were doing and who I belong to."

Sliding out of bed, Michael groans deeply as a wince flashes across his expression. "A... bit, yeah. Jesus."

[johnny_corlioni]

He kisses Michael, softer. "I'll help with that, if ya can think a anythin' that doesn' involve fuckin' ya again. Not til you're a little less sore."

[geena]

"Oh god, I think I might actually agree with you for once," Michael tells him, taking a few hobbling steps. "Definitely a bath. A nice long soak, with you, and then we'll figure out wherever... this is."

[johnny_corlioni]

"That'd be nice," Johnny agrees. He bends to pick up Michael's things and hands him a towel. "Gonna be okay walkin'?"

[geena]

Michael smirks. "Yeah. I mean, ow, a little, but yeah. Totally worth it." He leans in, kissing Johnny deeply before taking his clothes and towel. "Thanks."