Um, yeah so um.. Harry, Tomas, Marcone and Kincaid are trapped in A Room that's providing everything they need to not die except oh a way out. The Room(for the sake of everyone there not getting incubusified dead) makes it not deadly or addictive for anyone to get sexed up by Tomas. The Room is a Nice Room like that. So. They are stuck in there and they are slowly getting hornier and hornier, and it is driving them all quietly nuts, but they can't get themselves off. See, The Room is slowly turning Harry into a cockslut and he can't get off without a cock in him while at the same time The Room is also making it so that the others can't get off unless it is in Harry(or after a while?) on him.
Yeah, so. The Room will only let them go after they've all come an arbitrary number of times.
TL:DR: Tomas, Marcone and Kincaid gangbang Harry Dresden!
Will sacrifice firstborn and/or bake cake for: - Mewling, writhing Harry. - Kincaid having been through this before. The Room is a Sneaky Room. - Harry getting toonnes of between-/aftercare. - Barebacking. - The Room providing a magic salve that when combined with semen works as an excellent healer of swollen rectums. So there are lots and lots of fingering. - Harry and Marcone either in the early stages of an established relationship - or John wanting them to be. -- (in case of either of the two above) Could we have a tired Harry clutching at Tomas for comfort while Tomas gently strokes his hair, murmuring soothing nothings in Harry's ear(all while he's taking Tomas' cock?). And Marcone doesn't know they are brothers. So there is heart-clenching jealousy and angst to be dealt with(after they leave The Room).
This isn't usually my thing but daaaamn. Sex kitten!Harry is seriously the best thing to come out of this meme.
And that last thing about Thomas comforting Harry while they have sex is both sexy and really sweet. Add in Jealous!Marcone and I might just combust from the hot.
Yeah. I agree with all the above. But I gotta wonder what flavour of jealous angst that Marcone would deal in. The kind that gets Tomas dead, the kind that goes stoically blank faced, the one that decided to fuck Harry the best, the crazy in love kind that is going batshit insane seeing other men touch HIS Harry or.. hell all of the above.
MMmm yeah. Sex kitten!Harry getting fucked in different styles. *drools*
This might be relevant to your interests: http://archiveofourown.org/works/36667?view_adult=true It goes nowhere near the extent of your prompt, but still.
"The room of perpetual bliss," Kincaid said. "Although it mostly kicks people out after a week. Sooner if they wear themselves out."
I stared around the room, which looked like someone had taken several brothels from the Romans upwards, kludged them together and then gilded everything on top. "Classy," I said.
"Yeah, I never figured out if it was a reward," Kincaid says. He sat down against one of the walls, sliding down it to sit with one knee up. "Or someone's idea of a joke."
"So how do we get out of it?" I asked. Kincaid opened his mouth and I said, "without the orgy."
He shrugged. "No idea. I don't know if anyone tried." he gestured at the spiral of the rooms. "Eventually, they fill up enough on the energy getting put out and the door opens."
Thomas frowned. "So theoretically, even if we didn't actually fuck, but just let the energy build from..." he hesitated. "From unresolved lust, they'd still fill up? But it would take longer..."
"Maybe," I said slowly, "But... days longer? Months?" And the more they filled, the more the room would intensify that need and... I tried to think of it as a purely intellectual problem.
Kincaid tilted his head. "You're a lot pickier than most of your kind," he said to Thomas. "Trying to figure out if you can avoid a four-course banquet. He made a vague gesture between Thomas and me. "Although if you're worried, maybe the two of you could take the heat for the rest of us."
"What?" I said, trying for shocked and coming out with a squawk.
"Come on, everyone's heard that the two of you were pretty heavily involved," Kincaid said, sounding cheerfully malicious. "It's not like it'd be new for the two of you. And me and Marcone could just watch and keep our hands to ourselves, if you're the jealous type."
"It would be a possible solution," Marcone said, cool as anything, eyes focused on my face. "If the two of you are already... comfortable with each other, it won't be so awkward for you."
There were a lot of things I could say to that, starting with "Awkward? Like having two people watching and probably making comments and notes while you get fucked?", but before I could Thomas snapped out, "Do you really want me at risk of losing control, Kincaid?" He gestured at the walls, the slowly shifting runes drawing out our emotions, feeding off them and then feeding them back to us.
Kincaid's smile was all teeth. "I'm sure Harry can take it. He's got to be used to it by now, right?"
I had no reason to feel embarrassed, Thomas and I hadn't done anything like that, but I could feel my face turn red and Marcone was still staring at me, like he was fitting that bit of information into some future nefarious plan. It occurred to me that technically, he was the least powerful person in the room right now, but it didn't feel that way.
"Forget it," I said. "We're all just going to... I don't know, go sit in our corners and think happy thoughts while I try and figure if there's a way out of this."
The awkward silence wasn't as much of a mood-killer as I'd have liked. Marcone was still looking at us, like he was building a plan up in his head and was just waiting for us to fall into it. Every time I caught him looking at me, it felt like I could see him picturing everything Kincaid had implied about me, detailed and probably annotated pornographic images going through his head even if he looked calm, blank. Thomas was sitting cross-legged, deep breathing and I could see his hunger dancing on his skin, see him pulling it back so it didn't reach out and grab one -or all- of us. And Kincaid was restless, moving about his corner like a tiger in a cage.
I closed my eyes and tried to feel out the spell, see if there were any edges I could pull free. The problem was that whatever working this room had on it, it wasn't static-- it was moving, spiralling and then loosening, crossing over itself. I was starting to suspect that the only way to break into it would be to synch up with it somehow, and that struck me as a bad idea. I managed to sort of hover over it, trying to ignore the effects it had on me, but it kept slipping and sliding away, brushing up against me in the process. The spell wasn't intelligent, exactly, but it wanted to be open, wanted to be touched, but it couldn't actually be held. It was a pretty amazing piece of work, the sort of thing that would get any wizard hot and bothered if they saw it.
I opened my eyes and I wasn't sure how much time had passed, if any. Thomas was still trying to center himself and Marcone was still in his corner, but Jared had got up and started poking up the room, opening cupboards that went across the walls, ruffling in drawers but, thankfully, not taking anything out of them. I could still sort of feel the spell that was on the room-- that made it, something between little tugs and hearing a radio through the walls. When he opened one of the drawers, I knew that if I wanted, I could tell what was in it.
Kincaid caught me looking and tilted his head at me.
"What?" I said.
"How long's it been for you?" he said, looking at me. "I'd lay good money that it's been a lot longer for you than the rest of us."
I wasn't sure if I should take that as an insult or not. "Why do you want to know?"
He nodded at the walls behind me. I turned around to have a look and oh, fuck. I hadn't even noticed it, but the carvings had changed slightly, less abstract, more obvious. I touched one and leaned in to take a closer look and --what the fuck? That-- I didn't even--
"Yeah," Kincaid said, and I didn't even realize he'd come up behind me, but there he was, practically breathing over my shoulder. "It's been a long time for you, huh?" because the decorations on the wall had clarified themselves when I'd touched them, turning into crude images and even as I looked, I could see them becoming clearer, turning into recognizable people. Me, in the middle, getting fucked, kneeling, on all fours, on my back, tied up against the wall, someone -Marcone?- with their hands in my hair. In some, I was bent double in ways I'm pretty sure I should be able to do.
Kincaid's hand touched my back lightly and I shuddered, fighting the urge to press back or press forwards. "Pretty," he said, and I didn't know if he was talking about me or the carvings, but I was very, very aware of Tomas and Marcone sitting in their corners. They could see it-- stars and stones, Tomas could probably taste it coming off me and fuck, that should not sound good.
The figures shifted again and the air grew hotter, heavier. I could hear Kincaid behind me, a soft, low sound that was somewhere between a growl and a sigh.
"You want to give me some room to breathe?" I said. His hand was still on my back, moving up and down lightly.
"No," he gritted out, but he stepped back.
I turned around and I could see Marcone and Tomas staring at us, their expressions both disturbingly blank. "It's just wizard stuff," I said, trying not to sound too defensive and failing pretty miserably. "I was trying to get a hold of the spell that makes this room. It's a bit grabby." I stopped, because that sounded pretty sketchy. "Magically, I mean. It likes when I play with it." And that didn't sound any better.
"You've been trying to figure out if there's a short-cut out of here," Marcone said. "Any luck with that?"
"Why, have you got some place to be?" Tomas said. "or someplace you'd rather be?" I don't know if it was the room effecting him, or just Marcone rubbing him up the wrong way, because he half-purred the words, looking at Marcone with a challenging expression.
They looked at each for a moment, Marcone arrogant and and superior, Tomas arrogant and mocking. I felt like I was missing something. I didn't think they knew each other well enough to have silent arguments.
"I'm a busy man, Mr Raith," Marcone said. "And these are interesting times." His expression changed, went unhappy. "Suffice to say, if I'm not back and on my game within 24 hours, it's going to be pretty awkward for my people."
"My heart bleeds for you," Tomas said.
Marcone's smile suggested it could, pretty easily. I shifted, wondering if I should say something. "I'm not the only one that would be effected," he said. "We have mutual acquaintances that could be-- that would be," he corrected himself, "caught in the crossfire, and I mean that literally." He looked across at me. "I suggest you find an acceptable solution, and soon."
I nodded. My magic was still stretching out to touch the spell and I could feel how the spell itself was starting to echo me, curling up alongside my libido and making friends with parts of me that hadn't been touched in-- well, long enough for me to need a refresher course in the lingo, let's say. It wanted, and it wanted to provide, and it wanted to make more want and satisfy it and-- maybe there could be a way to trick it? "Thomas, come here a second," I said.
Thomas hesitated for a second, then pushed away from his corner of the room and walked across to me. Thomas's magic... it didn't exactly speak the same language as the spell, but it had some of the same vocab, metaphorically speaking, and in magic, metaphor was everything. Maybe I could loop...
"Fuck it," Kincaid said, then he pushed off from the wall stalked over to Marcone and kissed him. Kiss is maybe the wrong word, but devour doesn't exactly cut it either. I may have let out a little squawk, because Marcone, Marcone wasn't pushing him off and stars, I'd seen people fight with less aggression.
"Harry," Thomas said. He looked at me and his eyes were cold enough to burn. He wanted and I had the horrible feeling that part of that was on me, that he was picking up on what I was putting out and feeding it back. He reached out his hand and touched the side of my face, thumb brushing down and then pressing lightly against my throat. "Let me make this easy for you," he said, and I could hear the genuine plea in his voice. "Let me..." He put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss.
And I wanted him to, down deep in my bones and-- "Do you?" I said, managing to get the words out. "No, listen to me, do you really want to--" And there was so much I couldn't say in front of Marcone and Kincaid, but I didn't want to be the reason Thomas gave in to something he didn't want to.
Thomas's eyes went wide. "You're asking me if I want to?" he said, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Me?"
I put one hand flat on his chest and said, "You know what I mean."
He laughed, the sound low and pulling at something deep in me. "Oh, Harry. You have no idea what you're getting in to, do you?"
I really, really want to see where you're going with this, authornon. You're already hitting my kink buttons like whoa.
Tender Thomas/Harry! With an audience, omg. Acquisitive Marcone and Kincaid. HARRY ASKING THOMAS IF HE REALLY WANTS TO, holy shit. Being concerned about the sex vampire's consent! ILU Harry. And authornon.
(I mean, obviously one should be concerned about the sex vampire's consent, because Sex Vampires Are People Too, but I imagine most people in-universe would not think so. And Thomas certainly isn't used to people trying not to take advantage of him, or thinking of him as someone who can be taken advantage of. I love it when Harry surprises people with his awesome.)
I love the setup. I thought the images the room threw up after Harry started trying to talk to it especially interesting. I mean, you've got some traditional porny images, but they're all with Harry held somehow, an element of force, that speaks to me on Harry's issues with consent, control and sex. Was that intentional?
I hope you are inspired to continue this, but if you aren't, you've still given me things to consider. Thanks! ^^
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Gangbang! or really long gangbang prompt is loong.
Date: 2011-02-10 09:48 pm (UTC)Yeah, so. The Room will only let them go after they've all come an arbitrary number of times.
TL:DR: Tomas, Marcone and Kincaid gangbang Harry Dresden!
Will sacrifice firstborn and/or bake cake for:
- Mewling, writhing Harry.
- Kincaid having been through this before. The Room is a Sneaky Room.
- Harry getting toonnes of between-/aftercare.
- Barebacking.
- The Room providing a magic salve that when combined with semen works as an excellent healer of swollen rectums. So there are lots and lots of fingering.
- Harry and Marcone either in the early stages of an established relationship
- or John wanting them to be.
-- (in case of either of the two above) Could we have a tired Harry clutching at Tomas for comfort while Tomas gently strokes his hair, murmuring soothing nothings in Harry's ear(all while he's taking Tomas' cock?). And Marcone doesn't know they are brothers. So there is heart-clenching jealousy and angst to be dealt with(after they leave The Room).
Re: Gangbang! or really long gangbang prompt is loong.
Date: 2011-02-10 10:16 pm (UTC)And that last thing about Thomas comforting Harry while they have sex is both sexy and really sweet. Add in Jealous!Marcone and I might just combust from the hot.
Re: Gangbang! or really long gangbang prompt is loong.
Date: 2011-02-11 05:10 pm (UTC)MMmm yeah. Sex kitten!Harry getting fucked in different styles. *drools*
Re: Gangbang! or really long gangbang prompt is loong.
Date: 2011-02-11 05:30 pm (UTC)It goes nowhere near the extent of your prompt, but still.
Re: Gangbang! or really long gangbang prompt is loong.
Date: 2011-02-13 02:34 pm (UTC)No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-02-26 10:18 pm (UTC)I stared around the room, which looked like someone had taken several brothels from the Romans upwards, kludged them together and then gilded everything on top. "Classy," I said.
"Yeah, I never figured out if it was a reward," Kincaid says. He sat down against one of the walls, sliding down it to sit with one knee up. "Or someone's idea of a joke."
"So how do we get out of it?" I asked. Kincaid opened his mouth and I said, "without the orgy."
He shrugged. "No idea. I don't know if anyone tried." he gestured at the spiral of the rooms. "Eventually, they fill up enough on the energy getting put out and the door opens."
Thomas frowned. "So theoretically, even if we didn't actually fuck, but just let the energy build from..." he hesitated. "From unresolved lust, they'd still fill up? But it would take longer..."
"Maybe," I said slowly, "But... days longer? Months?" And the more they filled, the more the room would intensify that need and... I tried to think of it as a purely intellectual problem.
Kincaid tilted his head. "You're a lot pickier than most of your kind," he said to Thomas. "Trying to figure out if you can avoid a four-course banquet. He made a vague gesture between Thomas and me. "Although if you're worried, maybe the two of you could take the heat for the rest of us."
"What?" I said, trying for shocked and coming out with a squawk.
"Come on, everyone's heard that the two of you were pretty heavily involved," Kincaid said, sounding cheerfully malicious. "It's not like it'd be new for the two of you. And me and Marcone could just watch and keep our hands to ourselves, if you're the jealous type."
"It would be a possible solution," Marcone said, cool as anything, eyes focused on my face. "If the two of you are already... comfortable with each other, it won't be so awkward for you."
There were a lot of things I could say to that, starting with "Awkward? Like having two people watching and probably making comments and notes while you get fucked?", but before I could Thomas snapped out, "Do you really want me at risk of losing control, Kincaid?" He gestured at the walls, the slowly shifting runes drawing out our emotions, feeding off them and then feeding them back to us.
Kincaid's smile was all teeth. "I'm sure Harry can take it. He's got to be used to it by now, right?"
I had no reason to feel embarrassed, Thomas and I hadn't done anything like that, but I could feel my face turn red and Marcone was still staring at me, like he was fitting that bit of information into some future nefarious plan. It occurred to me that technically, he was the least powerful person in the room right now, but it didn't feel that way.
"Forget it," I said. "We're all just going to... I don't know, go sit in our corners and think happy thoughts while I try and figure if there's a way out of this."
The awkward silence wasn't as much of a mood-killer as I'd have liked. Marcone was still looking at us, like he was building a plan up in his head and was just waiting for us to fall into it. Every time I caught him looking at me, it felt like I could see him picturing everything Kincaid had implied about me, detailed and probably annotated pornographic images going through his head even if he looked calm, blank. Thomas was sitting cross-legged, deep breathing and I could see his hunger dancing on his skin, see him pulling it back so it didn't reach out and grab one -or all- of us. And Kincaid was restless, moving about his corner like a tiger in a cage.
I closed my eyes and tried to feel out the spell, see if there were any edges I could pull free. The problem was that whatever working this room had on it, it wasn't static-- it was moving, spiralling and then loosening, crossing over itself. I was starting to suspect that the only way to break into it would be to synch up with it somehow, and that struck me as a bad idea. I managed to sort of hover over it, trying to ignore the effects it had on me, but it kept slipping and sliding away, brushing up against me in the process. The spell wasn't intelligent, exactly, but it wanted to be open, wanted to be touched, but it couldn't actually be held. It was a pretty amazing piece of work, the sort of thing that would get any wizard hot and bothered if they saw it.
I opened my eyes and I wasn't sure how much time had passed, if any. Thomas was still trying to center himself and Marcone was still in his corner, but Jared had got up and started poking up the room, opening cupboards that went across the walls, ruffling in drawers but, thankfully, not taking anything out of them. I could still sort of feel the spell that was on the room-- that made it, something between little tugs and hearing a radio through the walls. When he opened one of the drawers, I knew that if I wanted, I could tell what was in it.
Kincaid caught me looking and tilted his head at me.
"What?" I said.
"How long's it been for you?" he said, looking at me. "I'd lay good money that it's been a lot longer for you than the rest of us."
I wasn't sure if I should take that as an insult or not. "Why do you want to know?"
He nodded at the walls behind me. I turned around to have a look and oh, fuck. I hadn't even noticed it, but the carvings had changed slightly, less abstract, more obvious. I touched one and leaned in to take a closer look and --what the fuck? That-- I didn't even--
"Yeah," Kincaid said, and I didn't even realize he'd come up behind me, but there he was, practically breathing over my shoulder. "It's been a long time for you, huh?" because the decorations on the wall had clarified themselves when I'd touched them, turning into crude images and even as I looked, I could see them becoming clearer, turning into recognizable people. Me, in the middle, getting fucked, kneeling, on all fours, on my back, tied up against the wall, someone -Marcone?- with their hands in my hair. In some, I was bent double in ways I'm pretty sure I should be able to do.
Kincaid's hand touched my back lightly and I shuddered, fighting the urge to press back or press forwards. "Pretty," he said, and I didn't know if he was talking about me or the carvings, but I was very, very aware of Tomas and Marcone sitting in their corners. They could see it-- stars and stones, Tomas could probably taste it coming off me and fuck, that should not sound good.
The figures shifted again and the air grew hotter, heavier. I could hear Kincaid behind me, a soft, low sound that was somewhere between a growl and a sigh.
"You want to give me some room to breathe?" I said. His hand was still on my back, moving up and down lightly.
"No," he gritted out, but he stepped back.
I turned around and I could see Marcone and Tomas staring at us, their expressions both disturbingly blank. "It's just wizard stuff," I said, trying not to sound too defensive and failing pretty miserably. "I was trying to get a hold of the spell that makes this room. It's a bit grabby." I stopped, because that sounded pretty sketchy. "Magically, I mean. It likes when I play with it." And that didn't sound any better.
"You've been trying to figure out if there's a short-cut out of here," Marcone said. "Any luck with that?"
"Why, have you got some place to be?" Tomas said. "or someplace you'd rather be?" I don't know if it was the room effecting him, or just Marcone rubbing him up the wrong way, because he half-purred the words, looking at Marcone with a challenging expression.
They looked at each for a moment, Marcone arrogant and and superior, Tomas arrogant and mocking. I felt like I was missing something. I didn't think they knew each other well enough to have silent arguments.
"I'm a busy man, Mr Raith," Marcone said. "And these are interesting times." His expression changed, went unhappy. "Suffice to say, if I'm not back and on my game within 24 hours, it's going to be pretty awkward for my people."
"My heart bleeds for you," Tomas said.
Marcone's smile suggested it could, pretty easily. I shifted, wondering if I should say something. "I'm not the only one that would be effected," he said. "We have mutual acquaintances that could be-- that would be," he corrected himself, "caught in the crossfire, and I mean that literally." He looked across at me. "I suggest you find an acceptable solution, and soon."
I nodded. My magic was still stretching out to touch the spell and I could feel how the spell itself was starting to echo me, curling up alongside my libido and making friends with parts of me that hadn't been touched in-- well, long enough for me to need a refresher course in the lingo, let's say. It wanted, and it wanted to provide, and it wanted to make more want and satisfy it and-- maybe there could be a way to trick it? "Thomas, come here a second," I said.
Thomas hesitated for a second, then pushed away from his corner of the room and walked across to me. Thomas's magic... it didn't exactly speak the same language as the spell, but it had some of the same vocab, metaphorically speaking, and in magic, metaphor was everything. Maybe I could loop...
"Fuck it," Kincaid said, then he pushed off from the wall stalked over to Marcone and kissed him. Kiss is maybe the wrong word, but devour doesn't exactly cut it either. I may have let out a little squawk, because Marcone, Marcone wasn't pushing him off and stars, I'd seen people fight with less aggression.
"Harry," Thomas said. He looked at me and his eyes were cold enough to burn. He wanted and I had the horrible feeling that part of that was on me, that he was picking up on what I was putting out and feeding it back. He reached out his hand and touched the side of my face, thumb brushing down and then pressing lightly against my throat. "Let me make this easy for you," he said, and I could hear the genuine plea in his voice. "Let me..." He put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss.
And I wanted him to, down deep in my bones and-- "Do you?" I said, managing to get the words out. "No, listen to me, do you really want to--" And there was so much I couldn't say in front of Marcone and Kincaid, but I didn't want to be the reason Thomas gave in to something he didn't want to.
Thomas's eyes went wide. "You're asking me if I want to?" he said, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Me?"
I put one hand flat on his chest and said, "You know what I mean."
He laughed, the sound low and pulling at something deep in me. "Oh, Harry. You have no idea what you're getting in to, do you?"
I shrugged. "Never stopped me before."
Re: No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-02-26 11:20 pm (UTC)Re: No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-02-26 11:53 pm (UTC)Tender Thomas/Harry! With an audience, omg. Acquisitive Marcone and Kincaid. HARRY ASKING THOMAS IF HE REALLY WANTS TO, holy shit. Being concerned about the sex vampire's consent! ILU Harry. And authornon.
(I mean, obviously one should be concerned about the sex vampire's consent, because Sex Vampires Are People Too, but I imagine most people in-universe would not think so. And Thomas certainly isn't used to people trying not to take advantage of him, or thinking of him as someone who can be taken advantage of. I love it when Harry surprises people with his awesome.)
Re: No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-02-27 12:56 am (UTC)Re: No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-03-03 10:34 pm (UTC)*packs lunch*
*puts on hat*
*joins everyone else for the ride*
This fill makes me go whee!
Re: No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-02-27 01:06 am (UTC)Re: No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-02-27 04:21 am (UTC)Re: No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-03-13 12:38 pm (UTC)Re: No idea where I'm going with this...
Date: 2011-03-27 07:04 pm (UTC)I love the setup. I thought the images the room threw up after Harry started trying to talk to it especially interesting. I mean, you've got some traditional porny images, but they're all with Harry held somehow, an element of force, that speaks to me on Harry's issues with consent, control and sex. Was that intentional?
I hope you are inspired to continue this, but if you aren't, you've still given me things to consider. Thanks! ^^