THE SLUT VIRUS

[loveskulls]

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.]

Comments

[blackdogstar]

['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?

[braveatheart]

[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.]

[blackdogstar]

[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.]

[braveatheart]

[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.]

[blackdogstar]

[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.]

[braveatheart]

[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.]