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Shipping Meme

Welcome to the ToS Shipping Meme! The rules are simple.

1. Post your character/preferences.
2. Reply to other characters with one of the following scenarios
3. Ship it!

Remember, this is just a fun meme so you can ship things that would NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY in game. Yay for no in-character consequences to bad decisions.

SCENARIOS
1. Stupid Cupid Your characters stumble upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Berkano, which is the rune of love and new beginnings. Think Midsummer Night's Dream. Your characters may be close friends, strangers, or sworn enemies. Whatever the case is, they are now suddenly and inexplicably in complete and total love. They may or may not be aware that this makes no sense, but they can't help themselves.

2. Some Like It Hot Forget love and new beginnings. Your characters have ACTUALLY stumbled upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Kenaz, the rune of fire, passion, and sex. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Luckily, the room is prepared for that, and comes equipped with a bed. Whether or not you guys make it that far across the room is another question.

3. I Can Hear The Bells Your characters are getting married. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's to get out of marrying Tristan, maybe you're being forced into it and this ship is a little dub-con, or maybe it's because you accidentally participated in some Nysgod ritual and weren't aware of its implications. Either way, the wedding is about to happen or just has. How do you feel about that?

4. I Don't Want To Go Your character has been determined to NOT be the one for Tristan. Whether or not they like it, they're being sent home. Do they choose to spend it with a close friend, with the one they love? Or maybe, do they decide to finally tell that person they've always had a crush on just how they feel? You only have one night left, what you do with it is up to you.

5. The First Time Your characters are interested in each other and it's time to do something about it. Either the first date, the first kiss, the first I love you....or some other significant first. Whatever it is, it's definitely time to take that step. So who's going to take the initiative?

6. The Morning After Your characters definitely went at it. Maybe it's the first time, maybe they're cheating on someone, maybe it was out of anger. Whatever the case, for some reason, it was significant and you're going to have to talk about it. Good morning, Starshine! The earth says it's time for some cuddling and/or awkward conversation.

7. Potpourri Have another idea? Pregnancy, proposal, accidental body contact, trapped together, caught in the rain, hurt/comfort, etc? Go for it! Make your own scenarios up and run with them.

NOTE: Feel free to throw any mirrors into play if you're interested!

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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His hair being pulled was surprising and surprisingly welcome. A small note broke from Angel as Dorian pushed him backwards. Angel was usually cast in the dominate positions in his sexual encounters, it was heady to have that taken from him, even if just for a few minutes. He pulled at Dorian's hip, rubbing them together as his teeth nip at Dorian's lips in between the kisses.

"Do it." He hissed, the idea hitting him maybe Angels bite might be like his, but maybe the blood of Angel wouldnt be addicting. Between the vigorous kiss Dorian pulled back enough to warn. "Do not swallow my blood, Cainite blood is addicting."

His hands moved then, his eyes watching Angel hazed with lust as he unbuttoned Angels shirt with care. "This shirt is too lovely to rip off you..."

At Dorian's hiss Angel's hands went blindly to work, mouth still working hungrily on his. When the kiss broke, Angel took a shallow unneeded breath, deft fingers working on Dorian's shirt at the same time. He smirked arrogantly at the compliment. Angel knew he was a very pretty man.

"My wardrobe appreciates it." Angel's voice was rough but soothing as he shrugs off his shirt, dark eyes locked onto Dorian's face. Angel cups his face, dragging him into another rough kiss. He'd wait til Dori's shirt was off to change faces.

Dorian had wore a darker button-up, so he had no undershirt on it. The skin under it was smooth and unscared outside of his sire bite. The only scare Dorian Carver had from his mortal life was a gash on his lower back. He feel off a horse onto a rock at 18. He was lucky to have not hurt himself worse, or get infection.

That arrogant smile would get him everywhere. Once the shirt of Angels was opened he leaned in pressing his lips to Angel's collarbone and kissing through that area, e even dared rake his fangs across the skin with calcuated care. He wanted Angel like nothing else. He had only raised an eyebrow at the changed face. He wasn't put off but curious, not curious enough to stop his work.

Angel's hands slid to Dorian's lower back, pulling them together again as Dorian raked his fangs across his neck. Goddamn it felt good to have a man at his neck. Humans were warmer to their cool skin, but Dorian felt only silken under his hands. Angel's face contorts as he claims the bottom curve of Dorian's neck wher it started to meet his collarbone. His cock rubbed against the hollow of his hip and he moaned softly.

Just to be an ass, just to egg the other man on, Angel didn't bother warning before he sunk his fangs into the soft skin. There was always something more erotic about vampire blood and Dorian's tasted a little different then what he was used to. It was delicious, the wine of life and his senses flared. He kept in mind the warning and let the small mouthful he'd drawn run from his lips, down Dorian's chest.

Since his death Dorian had never done much in the way of real work. Even then the calises on his hands were not as hard as some men of his time. Katherine had been large on making him put oil on his fingers as she did not like the rough feel of his fingers when he would let his hands get busted up working around their home. She made sure his hands stayed soft, and with the reset he still had the soft finger tips.

Dorian gave a low hiss against Angel's neck when ANgel rubbed against his hip. The hiss given as the rubbed back against Angel. His body was often slow to start but not tonight. The spell was strong and deep in his blood. Between sweet friction and then the feel of the fangs he pulled his head up a moment and gasped in a thick breath. "Oh fuck." Escaped him before he dove in digging his fangs in to return the favor, his body burning for Angel.

Angel groaned as he was bit, the flare of the Malkavian's loving bite more pointed then Angel's breed. His own teeth traveled across Dorian's shoulder, leaving little crying holes that Angel licked at. Without warning, Angel shifts they're weight, turning them so Dorian's back is against the wall.

Angel puts his fangs away, able to draw when he like out of where he's opened the skin already.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it. Fiery." He purred out the words as his hands starts dragging Dorian's belt open so he can get to the button.

Dorian was not used to getting bitten anymore, since Phoebe he had had issues letting it be done and now he couldn't figure out why. His senses were on fire. He didn't even realize he had been moved until his back touched the wall.

Dorian would have protested the lack of fangs but he was too far lost to the sensation to care. As long as the hands and mouth kept at it he was good. When Angel spoke the lust hazed green eyes open looking at Angel. Naked from the waist up and about to be more so. Today may not have been the day to wear his dinosaur socks... well he did think them lucky. Clearly he was a lucky man. Kicking his boots off he reached out to start to work ANgel's belt in much a mirror.

"You have, your intoxicating." His words rolled free laced in the lust running through his blood.

The fangs would make a reappearance, but as Angel wasn't currently feeding, he didn't keep them out. Habits of a lifetime of survival. Angel finished opening Dorian's pants and pushed them off his hips, grinning that cheeky arrogant grin again. He watched as Dorian undressed him, toeing out of his shoes and kicking them off to the side as he stepped out of the fabric.

As soon as they were free of their pants, Angel's hungry mouth went back to assaulting Dorian's flesh. His face changed as he drug his fangs down the other's collarbone heading for his chest, tongue flicking along the skin as he went. Eager hands slid up Dorian's thighs, trimmed nails drawing harshly along the skin, teasingly roaming around just the edges of his pubes.

Once the jeans fell and were kicked off. All Dorian was left in was a pair of red silk boxers and... dinosaur socks. He was SUCH the mature adult. Unlike Angel his nails were always jagged, he never bothered with them. They had been jagged and sharp when he died and it only got worse when he changed. It made for ranking them up someones body extra tingling, and when trying to scare someone it added a touch of fear. Right now they were running up Angel's arms as the otehrs nails moved up his thighs.

For a moment he expected himself to turn to jello under those talented mouth and hands. He moved his own hands then when the fingers teased around the hair placing both hands squarely on Angel's chest and shoving him hard towards the couch just past the chairs they had started on. He didn't ask permission, not with ANgel. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now.

Angel chuckled darkly as he careened backwards and was suave while doing it....Until his heel catches one of the chairs and he slams onto his back with a grunt and whoosh of air. In nothing but your boxers and a hard-on, this is the time I choose to be clumsy, he berates himself as he starts pushing himself up.

Dorian's eyes showed nothing but amusement as he moved forward with a bit of odd grace. Sometimes he placed up being clumsier then he really is. All part of looking more intimidating. When Angel was pushing himself up Dorian was dropping down to straddle Angel's hips. Those green eyes again had lost their amusement to return to lust. Silk on silk, red on black. Both burning for each other.

"No, I like you better here." He whispered low as he dipped down to claim the vampires mouth once more for another harsh kiss.

Angel's eyes swirled darker as Dorian sits on him, gaze flashing down to their engorged silk wrapped selves. He looked back up with a sultry grin, face leaning up into Dorian's kiss. Angel lays back, bringing Dori with him as his hands slide down the other's chest to grip his hips. Angel's fingers dug in as he thrusted up, his mouth hungry for the taste and feel of the other man.

Angel breaks the kiss enough to ask, "Have you even done something like this before?"

Dorian returned the kiss with much eagerness, he tasted a bit of the coffee he had had, too much sugar and cream. It lingered on him, much like the smell of flowers he carried on him even without having flowers. When Angel thrusted up he groaned a bit his eyes trying to roll back. Sensory overload.

"Fuck, Angel." The words rolled out from between his lips before the question registered and he lifted his head long enough to mutter. "A time or two... kinda." A bit of a shrug give, "Been with enough women to know what to do." He added dipping back down to kiss Angel once more, the taste of the other vampire was addicting.

His hips ground down against the other vampires hips. He couldn't remember the last time he was so turned on.

Angel didn't mind inexperienced lovers and one hand drifted under the line of Dorian's boxers, starting at his hip, feeling the dip of the hallow before wrapping his fingers around Dorian's cock. Angel's thumb stayed on the outside of the silk and personally, he loved the feel of silk moving on him. He gripped and stroked, applying a tight grasp and his hips mimicked the movement as Angel's tongue slips into Dorian's mouth, trying to keep them attached by will.

If he could reduce Dorian to nothing but a metaphorical pool of pleasure, he'd be happy. Angel lived for the reactions, for the sound of his name and of the profane.

Dorian gasped, feeling the cool fingers on one side and the silk covered thumb on the other. His senses were on fire and burning for the vampire below him, leaning in he kissed Angel back with equal vigor. "I.. I don't mind if you do it." he broke away from the kiss to say, his mind short circuiting. "I heal every night but if I mess up I could hurt you. I don't mind. I just want you." He added low dipping back down as he moved his hips with Angel's hand and against the poor ignored cock of the other vampire.

When he dipped his head back down he nipped Angel's neck once more. Taking a little more blood just so he could help get the man going more.

Angel's thumb darted out to catch his own cock, pressing it against Dorian's and pumping slowly, a heady groan and a harder thrust from his hips when Dori brings his fangs back into play. His words were half growled, half choked out.

"You don't have to worry about hurting me. I can take it. Top or bottom is your choice Dorian." Angel's face changed, fangs coming back out as another unfightable wave of pleasure rolled through him. His breath came in what felt like rushes as he tried to focus his mind enough to speak again. "I don't care, so long as you don't stop."

"Tell me how not to hurt you." He groaned looking up from Angel's neck the feel of Angel's hand and hardness against his own. Who cares if it wasn't something he would normally do. ~~Silly love spell.~~ He wanted Angel, he didn't even care how but he was more used to be the dominate then dominated.

When Angels face changed Dorian's eyes lit up like Christmas lights, yes yes. He would like a bit please. His head returning to his little nips he shifted to move his hand down to join ANgel's in the pumping of their sexes. The other hand, raked down ANgel's chest aiming to give a little pain with the pleasure.

Angel couldn't do anything but moan, his teeth dragging over Dorian's shoulder, leaving red lines where he breaks the skin. He doesn't have to bite to achieve his goal. There wasn't room for words as Angel's breath became ragged, his hips working with a mindless rhythm, working the both of them. It was all flesh and silk and friction and blood.

With a strangled groan, Angel pushes Dorian up, letting go of their erections. His eyes were a bright yellow, darkened by his obvious control over himself. It had been a very long time since Angel was a bottom, but he was alright with it.

"My pants pocket." Dorian would find lube. "And lose the shorts on the way back," Angel growled, not bothering to put his fangs away.

Dorian mind was scattering at the feel of the teeth on him, if not for willpower alone he might have came right there. However he wanetd something much better then the bite. He wanted Angel, and then his thoughts shot free, As he made a low noise of disappointment as Angel let go and pushed him go. his green eyes hazed with lust it took a moment for the words to catch in the molasses covered mind. "Yes, yes right." He spoke as he pushed himself to his feet making the few steps over to the discarded pants.

As he pulled them up and went through the pockets until he found it arching a brow. "Always prepared as well?" he asked as he shifted to grab up his jeansa nd fish out his useless wallet to pull out one of the red tinted condoms. Vampires or not was not the issue. Dorian's fear of the bond was the issue, be it him or another bonded.

It was on his way back with the two items that he slipped the red silk boxers off. He was NO where near as hairy as Francis but he had more then the other vampire. "The couch, or shall we stay on the floor?"

That haze in Dorian's eyes as he scrambles back to grips was something Angel took a little pride in causing. His face shifts back, brown eyes watching the taller man and slipping off his own boxers while they were apart.

Angel smirked at Dori's first question, reaching behind him to grab a pillow off of the couch. "Glad to see we both are and we might as well stay down here. There's more room." Angel sprawled a little where he was, unashamed of his nakedness and looking as comfortable as he might be on a mountain of pillows. He waited patiently with fake slightly sleepy look, eyes half hooded like a panther in the forest.

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