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THE SLUT VIRUS

It began outside the city, at nightfall... as these things usually do. The afflicted succumbed to the virus, and began to move from farm house to farm house, gathering strength in numbers. Moving toward larger population centers, craving to spread itself further and further and further…

News only barely manages to outpace the lumbering horde. Locals shout in panicked tones about ‘the sluts’ and begin running for shelter. Some opt to take their chances at home; others run toward the castle, hoping to seek sanctuary with the Mistress. Those with a cooler head on their shoulders do their best to convince you to hide somewhere until dawn.

What do you do?

HIDE IN THE VILLAGE + HIDE IN THE CASTLE + CONFRONT THE HORDE

[OOC: IF YOU ARE AFFLICTED... The slut virus is non-fatal and temporary; it will affect your character until they've completely exhausted themselves. You also still have awareness of all your behavior afterward and can even try to fight it off, but it's very strong and inevitably you will Slut Out. If it's any comfort, your character will find a lot of NPCs affected by it claiming they don't remember anything, giving you an equal out. It's too embarrassing, even to Oglafers.]

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[Sirius isn't trying to hide in the Castle so much as he was already there, and absolutely still on house arrest. The Mistress has found new and creative ways every time he pisses her off, which is often, to keep him from sneaking out. She's way better at this than his parents ever were, bugger it all.

Still, he at least manages to get up onto the balustrade to look down at the fun.]

Man, but why are we so dead set on keeping them out? This seems like the kind of thing that should start a party, not a panic!

[Guess who is bad at picking up on more subtle social intricacies and clues? This guy. One of the guards nearby snorts and comments that if he likes the looks of it so much why doesn't he join them? It'd save them all a lot of pain...

Then, with a look of gleeful realization, the guard gets an idea.

And THIS-IS-SPARTA-kicks Sirius right off the castle walls into the undulating horde, where he is immediately relieved of his clothing and pulled into an embarrassingly sloppy kiss with someone he's never seen before in his life. And just like that, the virus is spread.]

[Yenh had seen him fall, and instinct seizes as she shambles toward him. What she wants to do is to make sure he's safe, to get him clear of all this, to help him run—]

[But she, too, has fallen victim to the virus. So instead of protecting Sirius in the usual ways she might, the best she can do is pull a Slut off of him in favor of replacing herself, skin to skin against his chest and belly.]

[Already nude but for her shoes and apparently a tacky necklace she found somewhere, there is no preamble as she begins grinding into him.]

Sirius-! Gods- stay with me as long as you can bear to- [She strains to speak past a moan, while also trying to say something more meaningful than "fuck me."] -though I expect you to ram yourself into me.

[She tried.]

[She may be relieved to know he is quite unharmed, other than having his poor clothes unceremoniously ripped off. The person he landed on may be another matter, but they've squirmed free and seem to be happily getting busy with another Slut in the horde so they're probably fine.

There's a moment of genuine, friendly relief on his face when he sees Yenh before the haze of the virus has him well in its grip again.]

Heyyyyyyy, Yenh.

[He trails away into a happy hum at the contact of skin, warm and tingling, and his hands are immediately on her back, keeping her there, and giving little friendly rubs. They get even friendlier when she grinds down into him, and his back arches as his whole body alights to attention. Yes, this is exactly what needs to happen right now.

He laughs, a husky chuckle, latching his mouth onto her neck as his hands slide down to her hips to get a little more control over that situation. He will give her what she wants- and what he wants- but first he's going to be a little shit and tease. One hand moves down between them so he can roll his palm against her for more precise friction than her grinding was getting her.]

[Already sensitive from previous encounters, the sudden pressure of his hand is a godsend as much as it is a horrible tease. She is desperate, insistent, as she locks her arms together around him and thrusts against the palm.]

Don't deny me what I need...! [And never being a woman of only word, Yenh slings one leg around Sirius' arse, giving him the pointed counterargument that he could move his hand and not even bother with sitting or kneeling.]

[The mixed gasp, hiss, and vocalization he makes at the way she grinds against him is incredibly undignified. He practically gurgles in the back of his throat as moves his hands to properly hold her hips.]

Okay, okay-!

[He fumbles a little with getting himself positioned, but once he manages that, he does as he's bidden and rams himself into her, growling much like a dog.]

[Sirius' quick stroke is answered with deep gasp, and Yenh arches to meet him. Bracing with her foot against the ground, her lips find their way along his shoulder and collarbones.]

[Just as with his hand, there's both relief and a feeling of needing more that overwhelms her. At least now she's with Sirius, who sshe's lain with before, and is a fun young fellow besides—unlike with a stranger, there's less of a need to fight for scraps of dignity and propriety against the virus that wants her to chase higher and higher levels of pleasure.]

[She lets a few words escape her as she speaks against his skin.]

I love that growl more than I should freely admit.

[Her reactions bring out even more of the animalistic tendencies in him. Unfortunately in this instance that means some needy whining is happening instead of his more manly and dominant growling, but take what you can get. His hands are hungry though and not at all pathetic as they give her thighs a supportive squeeze and travel up, over her hips to her sides.

He already has no dignity with Yenh, since losing their contest, and he cares even less about it now than he would have without the virus, so he just embraces it. She's in charge here and that's just fine.

Oh and she chooses to stroke his ego, of all things. He's too doglike to purr, but he does hum contentedly and give an especially enthusiastic buck of his hips.]

I am delighted to know so.

[He gives another one, not fully organic like the first, but no less playful for being so, and digs his fingertips into her sides a little.]

[Her jaw drops for a brief moment as she relishes those eager thrusts striking along her inner walls just right. A moan rumbles in her throat and comes out in a sultry laugh spiked with her usual raucousness.]

[Reaching down, her hand fusses between them, against her swollen clit and idly against his shaft as it makes its appearances between thrusts.]

Shall I make you howl?

[So, Remus has been having a weird month. He 69d a newt man, turned into a sheep, and then turned back into a human all over again and had to learn how to walk, which took a surprisingly long amount of time considering he'd been doing it for about seventeen years of his life.

And of course, he's not so fortunate as to avoid the impending slut horde, but he's loosened up enough that he's sort of just...learning to go with it, unless it's something that will quite obviously lead to his untimely death. This? Doesn't seem like it'll lead to death. It seems like it might lead to fun.

When he runs into Sirius in the crowd, he's been likewise stripped down naked and is covered in an astonishing amount of lipstick marks and love bites. And despite the fog of the virus spreading through his body like a fever, his eyes still go wide at the sight of Sirius.]

Pads? You're alive, holy hell!

[Pads is alive, yes, Remus, and you have a very large erection.]

[Sirius has mostly spend the last month in and out of punishments of all kinds. He's getting real damn sick of the Mistress' sense of humor, but all of that frustration is leaving him in happy waves now. He's a little blisscloud of Sirius.

Not enough to not brighten up just as much when he sees Remus.]

Moony! Oh hell you're a sight for sore eyes!

[He crawls over toward him as he takes in the sight. What a fucking sight. He's magnificently naked, scars and all, and seems so comfortable? Way to go, you big slut! Sirius is so proud of you! He grins lasciviously.]

You're alive too, buddy.

[He sure is reaching right for that erection, yep.]

[His own face is equally pleased to see Sirius; besides all of his worry about him as of late, he's...well, he's missed him. An awful lot. And right now, he's very, very glad that he's here, and they're both naked, and—

Remus lets out a choked moan, feeling Sirius's hand wrap around his cock.]

Right. Well—sluts, you know. God, I've missed you.

[He's just going to. Pull Sirius up so he's practically sprawled on top of him. That's fine.]

[Life just isn't complete when the Marauders are all separated from each other! Never mind that it's really all Sirius' stupid doing that got them separated for so long. Kick his ass, Remus, make him behave. The Mistress' methods clearly aren't working.

Sirius grins with too many teeth and nuzzles his forehead against Remus's shoulder and neck.]

Yeah, me too. Sorry I've been gone so long, mate. Mistress' rubbish ideas of punishment and all that.

[But that isn't important right now. Nuzzling in close and getting very acquainted with Remus' erection is what's important right now.]

'Sokay. It's—

[He cuts off with a whine, his hips rocking up into Sirius's hand, and with a ridiculous amount of affection, kisses into the top of Sirius's hair.]

It's fine. This more than makes up for it, Merlin's beard.

[There's definitely a danger of both of them getting trampled now, but like hell does he care.]

[Sirius makes a smug little humming sound.]

Careful, Moony, you're going to give me a big ego.

[He chuckles and nibbles on a little patch of skin, adding his second hand to the mix, tracing little patterns on Remus' thigh, playing a bit with his balls.]

I would like very much to make it up to you...

You? [A breathless laugh—] Never.

[His hips are rocking right up into all that attention Sirius is giving him, and one hand unbidden comes up to thread into Sirius's hair.]

M-more than you already are?

[James, also already in the castle but well-behaved enough to avoid being grounded, joins Sirius on the balustrade in short order and looks down as well, following his friend's gaze.]

Don't know, Pads. Something, something about consent, something.

[He makes a face, and is so distracted in watching the slut-hoard below that he doesn't see the guard sidling up. James yelps, almost going over as well in his effort to catch his friend before he falls, and fixes the guard with a furious look in the moment following.]

What the hell do you think you're--?

[James doesn't get much further than that. The guard, no doubt buoyed by the success of his first sacrifice to the hoard, gives James a hard push over the edge.

He... tries to fight. Honestly, he does, but the feverish hands of a dozen horny sluts isn't something that one lone man can fend off. By the time he stumbles across Sirius again his glasses are askew, his hair is even messier than usual, and he's lost... most of his clothes.]

Oh, thank Merlin, you're still alive.

[Priorities. Never mind the fact that his entire body feels like it's on fire.]

['Well-behaved' that's cute, James. Give it time, you'll get caught.

Sirius doesn't get his chance to make a comeback, though, because he's already falling into the horde, already being crawled over and groped and- licked?

By the time James finds him again, Sirius has the tatters of his shirt hanging off his shoulders, his boxers are open in front, and his hair is a frightening fluffy mess of sex head. He grins toothily at James.]

Sure bloody am! And you're a sight for sore eyes! Jump in after me?

[He's managed to do great so far, Sirius, don't jinx this for him.

Too late, though, once he's made the decision to go searching for his friend. It took long enough to find him, and even in looking at him James can feel his heart starting to pound harder against his ribs. Just what in Merlin's name is happening to him?]

No.

[A simple answer, short and to the point as he grabs Sirius by the front of what remains of his shirt and kisses him clumsily. All he wants to do right now is this, and to pull on that ridiculous sex hair on top of his friend's head.]

[Listen, mate, being in time out and detention or whatever the fuck this is is way less fun without you. Why d'you have to be so good at playing the golden boy?

James looks.... well, like a bloody snack, really. But he also looks so confused and with his glasses all askew and his messy hair even messier it's... really cute. Sirius feels the same stupid twittery warm feeling Remus has been giving him lately.

He's about to ask what the hell James means by that when he's kissed and that sure takes priority here yes it does. Sirius kisses right back, about as clumsily, but with a purpose toward finding some measure of skill, which he promptly loses to pathetic little sounds when James pulls on his hair.

His hands find James' shoulders and brace themselves there for a moment so Sirius doesn't fall over, and from there travel down his chest, searching for places where skin is exposed.]

[Good at not getting caught.

In all his life, James has never once considered kissing his best friend like this. He's never considered kissing him period, and yet here he is, all lips and nips of teeth and hands in hair and the tattered remains of clothes, kissing Sirius like he might die if he doesn't.

It's not hard to find exposed skin, with what the horde has already done to his clothes. Sirius' fingers feel like fire and he groans softly into the other young man's mouth, almost squirming with the urge to keep at this and do more, do anything to scratch the itch burning through his entire body.]

Sirius-- Sirius- [He mumbles between one press of lips and the next, like he's trying to say something that just can't make it out.]

[Sirius would be lying if he said he had never even considered kissing his best friend. At least when it happened back home it was more like an intrusive thought he could chalk up to ridiculous brain firing or too much to drink or just an overabundance of affection for the people who ever actually gave a shit about him.

But that would also be lying. And he's losing his ability to form that particular lie, the longer he's in this wild place. The horde sure is doing it's part, too, leaving Sirius utterly without shame about his hungers, and with a desperate clingy need to grab onto someone. It feels even better to be clinging to someone he already knows and likes as a person, too. James' touch is both a relief and a tease, making him squirm with the need for more.

Sirius whines almost like a complaining dog, wrapping arms around James' waist and rubbing against him.]

Mmnnn, what? What is it?

[It's gotta be important if James is trying so hard to say it, probably.]

[Merlin, what is he doing. What is he doing? He's nearly married, to the love of his life, and he isn't even trying to think about her while he's locking lips with his best friend and pushing him backwards, back, further until he hits something solid.

He doesn't care what it is, just that it doesn't move and he can hold Sirius there while he tugs and what's left of his clothes to get at more of his skin.]

What-- What are we doing? [James mutters between one rushed kiss and the next, not really caring for the answer as he pushes his knee up between Sirius' thighs and slides a hand across his stomach.

What are they doing? It's what they might do in the next ten minutes that he ought to be more concerned about.]

[Éowyn cries out when she sees him fall, even without recognising him, and pushes towards him. She's managed to keep herself uninfected so far, although she's more than a bit dishevelled: her aim is still very much to keep the mob back and to keep others safe as long as she can.]

[Which, however hopeless, means trying to help him. A few moments after he lands, she reaches him, striking out around her with her shield and the pommel of her sword, trying to hold back the masses without hurting them too much.]

[Her hand closes around his wrist, and she tries to pull him from the mass of infected sluts.]

Are you hurt? The fall, did it injure you?

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