thecapitol | OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.

On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.

On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:

To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries

Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Gabriel was normally very obstinate; Even in the face of things he wanted, he would sometimes pretend he didn't want them, but the effects of the drugs were wearing down on his resolve. He let himself be pulled closer without any real struggle and kissed back with passion.

His hands went to Lindsey's shoulders as he hummed in approval. If Lindsey fucked the way he kissed, Gabriel was going to have a good day. This didn't really make up for all the dying, but it balanced out the crappiness a little.

Edited 2013-02-20 02:28 (UTC)

Reservations? There was no such thing as their kiss quickly escalated from chaste to fiery passionate like the very flames of Hell was licking at their mouths. Lindsey's tongue didn't wait to gain approval before it was plundering into the other man's mouth, dominating but not in an overpowering fashion.

He was staking his claim, showing off his moves, and making sure that Gabriel knew who was going to be taking the lead on this one.

Even if he was virtually new to this sort of interaction.

Kissing a guy was different, but not that vastly different that Lindsey didn't know what to do.

Gabriel wanted to fight back and he definitely wasn't yielding entirely, but he honestly wanted to fuck a lot more than he wanted to fight. Then again, combining the two was always fun.

His fingers slipped into Lindsey's hair, tugging none too gently. "Need more free samples?"

Lindsey pulled back breathing heavily, out of breath but grinning like the cat with fresh cream. "No, I think I'm good."

Tugging free of the grasp in his hair, Lindsey shifted until they were side by side once again, except this time his hand was placed possessively around Gabriel's waist.

"Which brings us to the age old question of your place or mine?"

There was a little eye-roll at that. Humans were so cute about modesty, but he'd bite.

"Whatever's closer. I'm on the fifth floor." The possessive grip was kind of hot, even if it was a joke. No one could own Gabriel Well, Kali could, but that was a totally different situation and besides, she was Kali.

He leaned into Lindsey's side. It wasn't a huge gesture, but for Gabriel, it was downright clingy. He was used to holding all the cards.

"You're on the fifth..." Something about that broke through his lustful haze and Lindsey turned to give Gabriel an unreadable look. "Fifth District?" And the widest grin followed, taking over the urban cowboy's face. "That makes it easier doesn't it? You're my new district buddy. Let's go Christian your room."

This promised for a lot of fun in the future, although Lindsey wasn't thinking too far into that. Just the next hour seemed was a great idea.

"Let's go District 5," he said with good cheer as he, with a possessive caress over Gabriel's thigh, guided his 'buddy' back towards the elevators.

Well, District 5 was clearly the sexiest district. That was for sure. Easy access wasn't something Gabriel would be complaining about, either, not when being touched felt like that.

He let Lindsey lead him, leaning up against him as much as he could without hindering their movement. He leaned his head against Lindsey's shoulder as they moved, breath hot against Lindsey's neck. He was in an odd sort of daze that he couldn't quite figure out, but he didn't have to will to fight it.

As it was working out wonderfully for him, Lindsey had no complaints either as they two of them piled into the elevator and he pressed for the fifth floor.

As soon as the metal doors closed, he turned, once again moving to catch those hot lips with his. The of chocolate lingered between their lips, and as Lindsey busied himself with mapping up Gabriel's mouth, his hand dug down and gave that pert ass a light squeeze.

If there were cameras in the elevators, and there probably were, they will be getting quite a show.

Since Gabriel wouldn't have minded getting a little hot and heavy in public, potential cameras were really no concern for him.

He groaned, gripping at Lindsey's belt to pull him closer. Honestly, the elevator seemed like a perfectly good place for sex, right? It was mostly private and everything!

Perfectly willing to make the perfect Kodak moment for any candid cameras, Lindsey pulled Gabriel closer by the curve of his ass to grind his growing bulge against the front of the other's pants. He was about a step away from reaching forward and undoing said pants when a mechanical ding interrupted his venture.

"Welcome to the fun floor," Lindsey said as he walked backwards out of the elevator. His hand hooked around the belt loop of Gabriel's pants as he moved and he used it to drag the other man out.

Okay, Gabriel was finding himself oddly into this being dragged around thing. By all rights, he should have been annoyed by some of this, but he was really just turned on and oddly excited for where this was going.

"Fun floor, huh?" He grinned, easily following after Lindsey as he was tugged. "You might have to prove that, sailor."

"Do I look like a sailor to you?" Although thanks to Capitol fashion interference, Lindsey suppose he didn't look much of anything. At least he got to keep his boots. He convinced them they made a good image.

"I prefer to be called a cowboy," he said as his backward trek took him to the main foyer that was, lucky for them, empty for now.

His brow went up in a silent question to ask Gabriel which way to his room.

"Fits better with words like 'rodeo' and 'riding you hard'."

Gabriel indicated which door was his with a nod of his head. He was more than ready to christen his bed or, really, any furniture that looked fun. He wasn't picky.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy." He grinned. "I do like animals."

He wasn't used to feeling this out of control. Truthfully, he felt a little naked without his powers. Lindsey wasn't that much bigger than he was, but he could probably overpower Gabriel if Gabriel wasn't expecting it and that made him nervous. Right now, though, the nervousness was turning right into being turned on, so at least it's useful.

"I think you're getting mistaken who's doing the riding, horse." Lindsey moved them to the bedroom, which really wasn't that different from his own. These places were pretty standard, which was good right now since Lindsey knew exactly where the bed was without needing to look.

He sat down on the edge of it with legs opened and pulled Gabriel into the vee between them. He was confident enough that he didn't mind the other towering over him for now, especially not when he then switched his grip to Gabby's collar and tugged him down for a kiss.

This might be Gabriel's room, but he was acting as if he owned the bed.

Stopping just short of Lindsey's lip, Gabriel breathed out a few quick words. "You better show me a damn good time, cowboy."

He pressed his lips to Lindsey's, kissing hard and unrelenting. He leaned down over him, pushing him back on the bed.

"You're going to earn this." He pressed his palm against Lindsey's erection.

Lindsey went down, mouth too distracted in the fight for dominance in the kiss to really care that the other man was leaned over him. He did, however, when he felt the pressure cupping his stiff crotch.

Gasping, he let the thrill of pleasure run its course before he shifted to prop himself up on one elbow.

"I'm more than worth it." It was more than a brag, it was a promise, and to back it up, he pushed up on his elbow suddenly, at the same time reaching his other hand to pull Gabriel down. It was a move calculated to surprise and flip their positions so now he leaned over the the other. "It'll be a rodeo you won't forget."

Gabriel was a little surprised to find himself suddenly on his back, but he really wasn't complaining. He felt relaxed and oddly pliant.

He ran his hands up Lindsey's back, pulling him closer. "Yeah? Prove it."

Lindsey grinned at that, a confident cheeky expression that showed as much arrogance as promise. He stopped with words at that point for what better way to prove it than to show it all in action?

Enough to say, it was a night that left both of them very satisfied and neither wanting.

Too bad the same couldn't be said when morning came around.

After their several rounds last night, Lindsey was tired out enough to fall asleep in Gabriel's bed. It would seem that their battle persisted even into their sleep and he woke up with limbs tangled into the other man's like they were both attempting to overcome the bed and ended up sprawling over each other instead.

And the most skull splitting, eyeball popping, brain squishing headache was threatening to blow his head apart. He was also shivering, like he couldn't get warm enough even when the room was perfectly fine. That didn't even include how disgusting and sticky he felt.

"Uggghhhhh." That was about as coherent as he felt too.

Gabriel groaned as Lindsey's voice woke him up. Last night had been incredibly enjoyable, enough so that he would consider many, many encores.

Right now, he just wanted to die.

He flopped his arm, hand landing palm-down on Lindsey's face as if he were trying to hit the snooze button. "Five more... hours." His voice was raspy and he could feel the dryness of his throat.

Did something die inside of his brain? "Wow." He opened his eyes only to clench them shut again. "Looks like we took the brown acid, Cowboy."

Apparently this alarm didn't quiet down when hit but made a louder groan, followed by a push of his own hand against Gabriel's shoulder as if pushing the guy away could dislodge the hand on his face.

"Eight..." he muttered, feeling like he should get another full night, or day, whatever, of sleep to get rid of whatever was in his system.

Lindsey hadn't even attempted to open his eyes yet, he wasn't sure he wanted to when just his sight felt like it was strangling his senses. "Didn't know acid have colors, Gabby." His voice sounded like something may have grown in his throat.

Okay, that woke Gabriel up. "It's a Woodstock thing." He gave Lindsey a look of extreme judgment. "How young are you, anyway? People just keep getting younger and younger." Humans were all such babies.

He pushed himself to sit up, but his whole body ached. "I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck as driven by Vin Diesel."

Finally Lindsey opened his eyes as mere squints and grunted at the man who's bed he shared. "Not much younger than you, pops," he muttered before throwing an arm over his forehead in an attempt to quell the pounding.

He made a sorry attempt to chuckle. "Is the before or after the truck explodes into a flaming fireball?"

"After. Definitely after." Gabriel rubbed at his face. Sex never left him feeling like this. Whatever this was, he could cure it if his powers weren't cut off.

He looked down at Lindsey. "You're a lot younger than me, kiddo. Enjoy it. Or don't." Really, he didn't care. He just wanted everything to stop hurting.

"You're what? Thirties? Forties if you're keeping it good." Lindsey closed his eyes as he really didnt want to deal with the light.

"Don't tell me you're a vampire." Because it would be just his luck too that the first time he gets some after a decade of enforced abstinence, god thing he didnt remember it though, that it would be with one of those bloodsuckers.

"I already told you I'm a Witch-like thing. A manwich..." Yup, he was a manwich, right out of the can. "A wizard? Like the kid in those books everyone likes. Yeah, he's my cousin. Well, he's based on my cousin. I'm the one who really saved everyone in the end, but I gave him the credit, because I felt bad." Focusing was difficult when he felt like Lucifer was playing the drums inside his skull.

"I'm a little older than forties, though. It's a magic thing. Longevity and all that."

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