Who: Gilgamesh & You Where: City Center What: Gilgamesh is naked in public because he can Warnings: NSFW, a naked man. Will add more CW when they come up.
ooc: That's it. He's just sitting there naked. Go wild.
[Douman is just minding his business, entering and leaving some homes that definitely don't belong to him as if they were his own on the search for some stray drink and food. Maybe cigarettes or small change that won't be missed, too. Sometimes it pays off being a Nurarihyon.
House on the right - okay food, but they have a dog and he doesn't care for having poodle hair all over his clothes. Apartment 4c - water and vegan food. Yuck. Next past the random naked dude, and to the place over the corner stor- Wait, what??]
..Is there a reason why you're overcompensating without any clothes in the middle of the street? Did you lose a punishment game, or- [Nope. He can't. Even with the limited visual field of his mask he's still seeing way more than he wants.] Please pull at least some fabric over it before some kid sees you.
[His eyes slid down and then back up, sizing up the King of Heroes cooly. Douman was too much of a regular at the red-light districts to still be fazed by nudity alone. If Gilgamesh had made it personal in any level he might have reacted, but right now all of this just looked like your average 'teen trying to shock the adults by acting indecently' stunt to him.
So he merely raised an eyebrow as he stepped up to him, daring to draw that close that their hips almost touched. One man wearing nothing but his ego and the other hiding the shape of his body under several layers just as he hid his face.]
We met once barely a week ago. How does that qualify as a "relationship" at all?
[ What does that matter? Gilgamesh likes Douman. What he thinks about Gilgamesh is none of his concern. ]
Don't feel shy now. I thought our conversation was enough to establish a bond between us. Besides, you cannot deny anything anymore. I am bare for you to witness.
[And that's how Uruk fell. Douman gives the overly confident blond another look while he mentally rolls his eyes. Ah, this is truly a magnificent example of the foolishness of youth. It makes it painful to think that he once might have been like that as well.]
I'm not shy. [He never is. Not when it comes to a challenge. Looking pointedly down, Douman slowly rests his hands on Gilgamesh's bare hips.] And I'm not denying anything.
[He rubs his thumbs in slow circles over the ridges that lead down to that dangerous V. There's no denying that Gilgamesh's ripped in all the right places.]
...Your Highness.
[Giving a soft push, he signals for the King to let Douman herd him back onto his seat again. If he does, he'll find his lap full with a certain youkai.]
CW: NSFW ?! KICKS MY FEET , TWIRL MY HAIR, GIGGLES
What a dangerous game you play with the King of Uruk. What arrogance. What boldness. The King allows it. He didn't say anything. Few people in this world would dare commit such actions towards him. Gilgamesh truly does love humans.
Feeling the hand on his hip, fingers being adventurous in places no man would dare venture.
"...Your Highness."
Ah, how sinful. Gilgamesh grinned as he took hold of the youkai's arm. Pulling him closer. Cloth against his flesh. The robes tickle against his skin. Slowly, gently, as if Gilgamesh treats Douman as if he were glass. A single touch would break him. Before Gilgamesh and Douman realize it, the King of Heroes has returned to his seat and looks up at the Youkai. Douman practically saddled on the King's lap.
The pleased expression on Gilgamesh's face never left.
He was beyond gleeful. What an interesting development. He looked forward to what kind of "prank" this Nurariyhon would pull on him. ]
What's this? Are you not the one who said we barely met a week ago, and here you are, all over me?
[ A obvious jest. ]
We are in public, my darling Nurarihyon. Though that matters not. Are you resolved? You're the one who placed themselves before me. Now, it begs the question.
[ Gilgamesh raised his hand. Fingers aimed towards Douman's chin. The touch was feathery, as if provoking him. ]
Once they are seated, Douman shifts lightly to make sure that he really is only putting his weight on the outer parts of the king's legs. Leaving things at dangerously close to pushing too far, yet still coy of it. He'll even allow Gilgamesh to touch his chin and guide his look, even though that is something others would usually be swiftly punished for.]
M-hmm. Scandalously slow for something that usually only lasts a night, some might say.
[It is a good thing that Gilgamesh had decided to touch him with such care. If he had tried to just roughly grab him instead, his Nurarihyon powers would have kicked in and withdrawn him from the king's grasp within an instant. But since it's like this, Douman can only assume the king being still blissfully unaware of just what kind of youkai he is dealing with. Which suits him just fine.]
Entertain, huh? Is that your ...desire?
[A youkai's vice is an overwhelming desire that rules them like nothing else. An agenda, inscribed in their very bones. Lust. Greed. Ambition. Perversion. It doesn't matter how absurd or mundane it might seem to others, to them those deep-rooted feelings are a source of power that make the difference between simply being born a youkai and being a Youkai. Douman's 'weakness' is his absolute obsession with winning. And Gilgamesh's thing seems to be entertainment, he muses to himself as he reaches up to cover the King's eyes with a palm, voice dipping low.]
Your eyes are red. As if you were one of us.
[A soft noise announces the undoing of the silken strings that hold Douman's mask before it is placed over the blond's face. Its inside is polished wood that's still warm from touching Douman's skin, but more importantly its narrow eye-slits should help him hide most of what he is about to do.]
Shhhhh now. Don't look down.
[He places a hushing finger on the mask's mouth before he places both hands on Gilgamesh's hips and slides down with barely a rustle of clothes. Oh, this is going to be fun. The Nurarihyon's fingers keep ghosting around the Servant's pelvis, once tracing the lines of his tattoos, once simply teasing without touching again. There's a faint disturbtion as he grabs that red cloth that's still draped over the seat and places it over the Golden King's crotch. Today is apparently the day for playing hidden treasure, because he keeps feather-light touching and tugging before he suddenly stops and pulls away.]
Okay, done.
[A sharp kick hits the seat with the intention to toss Gilgamesh off of it. How else he could he enjoy the new seat of his royal drape?]
Now, I never said anything about being perfectly human.
[ Honestly, Gilgamesh is more akin to a demon than a God. He chose to live his life as the Northern Wind for humanity. He cannot walk the same path as humanity. But that was a tale for another day. Gilgamesh allowed Douman to do whatever he wished. There were many ways that this situation could unfold.
Will Douman seduce Gilgamesh? The Golden King wouldn't mind. The youkai fits his requirements, but that would be too boring. After all, Gilgamesh requested Ashiya Douman to entertain him. Seduction is not entertainment.
Gilgamesh blinked as the mask that he wanted from Douman was on his face now. Fingers touching against the King's skin. Ghostlike, so appropriate for him. Hips raised to assist whatever the youkai wanted to do. He could feel fabric warp around his flesh. So that is what was going on.
Shoulders trembled as the Golden King was trying to hold back his laughter. It was a pity that Gilgamesh couldn't exactly see how Douman was wrapping the cloth around him, but oh well. They have plenty of time together.
Finally, Douman declared that he was done and attempted to kick Gilgamesh down from his seat. Such actions, such boldness, such recklessness! The King of Heroes finally broke out laughing. ]
FUAHAHAHAHA!!!
[ Pushing Douman to the side, Gilgamesh clutched his stomach as he pulled the mask off his face and tossed it back to its owner. He could have tossed it to "Vault," but this was far too amusing. It's been eons since he laughed so hard that tears came out, and he couldn't breathe. Gilgamesh slapped his thigh as his laughter roared down. He grinned at the onmyoji. ]
So this is the trick you wish to entertain me with? Very well! I shall accept this! You did excellent work, Nurarihyon! This is far too entertaining!
[ One would have thought that Gilgamesh would get angry. That would usually be the case, but since Gilgamesh was the one who requested such a thing to happen to him, he could not get angry. The fault will lie with Gilgamesh alone. But this was dangerous.
Gilgamesh was like a big cat, after all. Cats are fickle creatures. He likes Douman enough to consider the youkai as one of his people. Such is your fate. You can no longer escape from Gilgamesh's whims. Brace yourself, Ashiya Douman. The King of Heroes has taken a dangerous liking to you. ]
Normally, I would reward you with such an entertaining act, but sadly, I only have 25% of my stores. I'm unsure if I even have something you wish available.
[The huff was small and easily covered under Gilgamesh's thunderous laughter. He had to scramble to catch his valuable mask and put it back over his face again, which just added to the annoyance that that seat had been a lot heavier and harder than the youkai had originally accounted for. Usually Douman was quite proud of his ability to deliver swift kicks that sent even adults flying. But his strength was still about human at the end of the day, which meant that he now had an aching leg on top of his victim laughing at him. Had his actions not been enough? He had thought that the blonde's pride would have him seething at being teased and ridiculed like that.
Ugh. He didn't like it, but this was his loss. This round, that is.
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he turned toward Gilgamesh, glad that his mask was hiding the ticked off furrow of his brows once again. At least his voice doesn't betray him as he chuckles lightly. (His teachers and students would call that particular pitch "the sweetness of incoming death.")]
Oh, is that so? I am glad that I lived up to your demands. Especially since doing that kind of stuff isn't something I have any experience with or would usually do at all~ [That's a big fat lie: Douman is a regular at certain places in the Red Light District during his free time, so he isn't unfamiliar to all sorts of seduction techniques. Usually he isn't the one using them, though.] What stores are you talking about?
[Is he miffed that he gave his best shot and still lost their game of gay chicken (or whatever it was)? For sure. Does that mean that he won't take any rewards for the results of having tried? Please, Douman is a practical man. He'll take whatever he can get, work it to the bone and give nothing back.]
You'll find that I am quite low-maintenance with my desires.
[ That was probably true considering how shabby Douman's clothes were minus his mask. Nodding to himself, Gilgamesh stuck his hand into his Gate and pulling out random junk one by one. Shaking his head as it wasn't the item he was looking for before finally pulling out what looks like to be a sake bottle.
The Golden King tossed it to Douman as if it was a pair of keys and not a porcelain bottle of alcohol. ]
You look like a man that has high standard for drinks and food though. There, your reward.
[ Gilgamesh summoned up articles of clothing back on him. Already tugging on the sleeves of his jacket. ]
[He bobs his head in an oh so humble bow, a mysterious smile playing around the corners of his lips where his mask doesn't sit quite well enough to hide his face completely. Douman's wishes really aren't anything extravagant. He is sure that everybody wishes for those same things at least once or twice in their life, if not more often. Power, a wish granted or being rescued -- none of those would mean anything to him if he couldn't grasp them himself. No, all he needs are just the basics. So it suits him quite well when Gilgamesh's eyes catch the subdued colors and simple cut of his clothes, but fail to notice the high quality of the material or the luxury of small, painstakingly handcrafted details like a particular weave of a seemingly simple stripe pattern.]
Huh? [He startles a little when Gilgamesh activates his particular kind of magic, but seems more interested than alarmed when the bottle is brought ought.] So your "store" is like some kind of infinite pocket dimension ...?
[The bottle was caught somewhat awkwardly. Expensive or not, Douman wouldn't drink anything that was given to him by a near-stranger anytime soon. But there were other uses for sake. Especially if there was some residual energy clinging to it.]
That wouldn't have been necessary, but I humbly accept. You may call upon me if any consequences of your actions give you trouble.
[Bowing politely once more, he sinks into the ground as if it were mere water, taking the bottle with him upon his exit.]
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1/3
House on the right - okay food, but they have a dog and he doesn't care for having poodle hair all over his clothes. Apartment 4c - water and vegan food. Yuck. Next past the random naked dude, and to the place over the corner stor- Wait, what??]
2/3
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Dear lord, he knows that cape, er, face!]
3/3
..Is there a reason why you're overcompensating without any clothes in the middle of the street? Did you lose a punishment game, or- [Nope. He can't. Even with the limited visual field of his mask he's still seeing way more than he wants.] Please pull at least some fabric over it before some kid sees you.
LOOK AT ME DOUMAN!!!!
[ Gilgamesh crossed his legs from one side to the other. Unfazed by the cold. ]
Don't look away from me, Douman.
HE REFUSES!!!
His fingers twitch lightly as he watches Gilgamesh shamelessly copyright-infringe a classic scene from a certain movie.]
Don't make me go get an ice pick, kid. And I told you that's not my name.
so shy
[ Gilgamesh stood up and began to walk closer to the "yokai." ]
I thought we had a good relationships.
[ YOU GUYS LITERALLY JUST MET LIKE LAST WEEK?? ]
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[His eyes slid down and then back up, sizing up the King of Heroes cooly. Douman was too much of a regular at the red-light districts to still be fazed by nudity alone. If Gilgamesh had made it personal in any level he might have reacted, but right now all of this just looked like your average 'teen trying to shock the adults by acting indecently' stunt to him.
So he merely raised an eyebrow as he stepped up to him, daring to draw that close that their hips almost touched. One man wearing nothing but his ego and the other hiding the shape of his body under several layers just as he hid his face.]
We met once barely a week ago. How does that qualify as a "relationship" at all?
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Don't feel shy now. I thought our conversation was enough to establish a bond between us. Besides, you cannot deny anything anymore. I am bare for you to witness.
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And that's how Uruk fell.Douman gives the overly confident blond another look while he mentally rolls his eyes. Ah, this is truly a magnificent example of the foolishness of youth. It makes it painful to think that he once might have been like that as well.]I'm not shy. [He never is. Not when it comes to a challenge. Looking pointedly down, Douman slowly rests his hands on Gilgamesh's bare hips.] And I'm not denying anything.
[He rubs his thumbs in slow circles over the ridges that lead down to that dangerous V. There's no denying that Gilgamesh's ripped in all the right places.]
...Your Highness.
[Giving a soft push, he signals for the King to let Douman herd him back onto his seat again. If he does, he'll find his lap full with a certain youkai.]
CW: NSFW ?! KICKS MY FEET , TWIRL MY HAIR, GIGGLES
What a dangerous game you play with the King of Uruk. What arrogance. What boldness. The King allows it. He didn't say anything. Few people in this world would dare commit such actions towards him.
Gilgamesh truly does love humans.Feeling the hand on his hip, fingers being adventurous in places no man would dare venture.
Ah, how sinful. Gilgamesh grinned as he took hold of the youkai's arm. Pulling him closer. Cloth against his flesh. The robes tickle against his skin. Slowly, gently, as if Gilgamesh treats Douman as if he were glass. A single touch would break him. Before Gilgamesh and Douman realize it, the King of Heroes has returned to his seat and looks up at the Youkai. Douman practically saddled on the King's lap.
The pleased expression on Gilgamesh's face never left.
He was beyond gleeful. What an interesting development. He looked forward to what kind of "prank" this Nurariyhon would pull on him. ]
What's this? Are you not the one who said we barely met a week ago, and here you are, all over me?
[ A obvious jest. ]
We are in public, my darling Nurarihyon. Though that matters not. Are you resolved? You're the one who placed themselves before me. Now, it begs the question.
[ Gilgamesh raised his hand. Fingers aimed towards Douman's chin. The touch was feathery, as if provoking him. ]
How will you entertain this situation?
Starts teasing nsfw and ending with ABBA here
Once they are seated, Douman shifts lightly to make sure that he really is only putting his weight on the outer parts of the king's legs. Leaving things at dangerously close to pushing too far, yet still coy of it. He'll even allow Gilgamesh to touch his chin and guide his look, even though that is something others would usually be swiftly punished for.]
M-hmm. Scandalously slow for something that usually only lasts a night, some might say.
[It is a good thing that Gilgamesh had decided to touch him with such care. If he had tried to just roughly grab him instead, his Nurarihyon powers would have kicked in and withdrawn him from the king's grasp within an instant. But since it's like this, Douman can only assume the king being still blissfully unaware of just what kind of youkai he is dealing with. Which suits him just fine.]
Entertain, huh? Is that your ...desire?
[A youkai's vice is an overwhelming desire that rules them like nothing else. An agenda, inscribed in their very bones. Lust. Greed. Ambition. Perversion. It doesn't matter how absurd or mundane it might seem to others, to them those deep-rooted feelings are a source of power that make the difference between simply being born a youkai and being a Youkai. Douman's 'weakness' is his absolute obsession with winning. And Gilgamesh's thing seems to be entertainment, he muses to himself as he reaches up to cover the King's eyes with a palm, voice dipping low.]
Your eyes are red. As if you were one of us.
[A soft noise announces the undoing of the silken strings that hold Douman's mask before it is placed over the blond's face. Its inside is polished wood that's still warm from touching Douman's skin, but more importantly its narrow eye-slits should help him hide most of what he is about to do.]
Shhhhh now. Don't look down.
[He places a hushing finger on the mask's mouth before he places both hands on Gilgamesh's hips and slides down with barely a rustle of clothes. Oh, this is going to be fun. The Nurarihyon's fingers keep ghosting around the Servant's pelvis, once tracing the lines of his tattoos, once simply teasing without touching again. There's a faint disturbtion as he grabs that red cloth that's still draped over the seat and places it over the Golden King's crotch. Today is apparently the day for playing hidden treasure, because he keeps feather-light touching and tugging before he suddenly stops and pulls away.]
Okay, done.
[A sharp kick hits the seat with the intention to toss Gilgamesh off of it. How else he could he enjoy the new seat of his royal drape?]
I love them so much, please help me SOS
Now, I never said anything about being perfectly human.
[ Honestly, Gilgamesh is more akin to a demon than a God. He chose to live his life as the Northern Wind for humanity. He cannot walk the same path as humanity. But that was a tale for another day. Gilgamesh allowed Douman to do whatever he wished. There were many ways that this situation could unfold.
Will Douman seduce Gilgamesh? The Golden King wouldn't mind. The youkai fits his requirements, but that would be too boring. After all, Gilgamesh requested Ashiya Douman to entertain him. Seduction is not entertainment.
Gilgamesh blinked as the mask that he wanted from Douman was on his face now. Fingers touching against the King's skin. Ghostlike, so appropriate for him. Hips raised to assist whatever the youkai wanted to do. He could feel fabric warp around his flesh. So that is what was going on.
Shoulders trembled as the Golden King was trying to hold back his laughter. It was a pity that Gilgamesh couldn't exactly see how Douman was wrapping the cloth around him, but oh well. They have plenty of time together.
Finally, Douman declared that he was done and attempted to kick Gilgamesh down from his seat. Such actions, such boldness, such recklessness! The King of Heroes finally broke out laughing. ]
[ Pushing Douman to the side, Gilgamesh clutched his stomach as he pulled the mask off his face and tossed it back to its owner. He could have tossed it to "Vault," but this was far too amusing. It's been eons since he laughed so hard that tears came out, and he couldn't breathe. Gilgamesh slapped his thigh as his laughter roared down. He grinned at the onmyoji. ]
So this is the trick you wish to entertain me with? Very well! I shall accept this! You did excellent work, Nurarihyon! This is far too entertaining!
[ One would have thought that Gilgamesh would get angry. That would usually be the case, but since Gilgamesh was the one who requested such a thing to happen to him, he could not get angry. The fault will lie with Gilgamesh alone. But this was dangerous.
Gilgamesh was like a big cat, after all. Cats are fickle creatures. He likes Douman enough to consider the youkai as one of his people. Such is your fate. You can no longer escape from Gilgamesh's whims. Brace yourself, Ashiya Douman. The King of Heroes has taken a dangerous liking to you. ]
Normally, I would reward you with such an entertaining act, but sadly, I only have 25% of my stores. I'm unsure if I even have something you wish available.
c:
[The huff was small and easily covered under Gilgamesh's thunderous laughter. He had to scramble to catch his valuable mask and put it back over his face again, which just added to the annoyance that that seat had been a lot heavier and harder than the youkai had originally accounted for. Usually Douman was quite proud of his ability to deliver swift kicks that sent even adults flying. But his strength was still about human at the end of the day, which meant that he now had an aching leg on top of his victim laughing at him. Had his actions not been enough? He had thought that the blonde's pride would have him seething at being teased and ridiculed like that.
Ugh. He didn't like it, but this was his loss. This round, that is.
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he turned toward Gilgamesh, glad that his mask was hiding the ticked off furrow of his brows once again. At least his voice doesn't betray him as he chuckles lightly. (His teachers and students would call that particular pitch "the sweetness of incoming death.")]
Oh, is that so? I am glad that I lived up to your demands. Especially since doing that kind of stuff isn't something I have any experience with or would usually do at all~ [That's a big fat lie: Douman is a regular at certain places in the Red Light District during his free time, so he isn't unfamiliar to all sorts of seduction techniques. Usually he isn't the one using them, though.] What stores are you talking about?
[Is he miffed that he gave his best shot and still lost their game of gay chicken (or whatever it was)? For sure. Does that mean that he won't take any rewards for the results of having tried? Please, Douman is a practical man. He'll take whatever he can get, work it to the bone and give nothing back.]
You'll find that I am quite low-maintenance with my desires.
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[ That was probably true considering how shabby Douman's clothes were minus his mask. Nodding to himself, Gilgamesh stuck his hand into his Gate and pulling out random junk one by one. Shaking his head as it wasn't the item he was looking for before finally pulling out what looks like to be a sake bottle.
The Golden King tossed it to Douman as if it was a pair of keys and not a porcelain bottle of alcohol. ]
You look like a man that has high standard for drinks and food though. There, your reward.
[ Gilgamesh summoned up articles of clothing back on him. Already tugging on the sleeves of his jacket. ]
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Huh? [He startles a little when Gilgamesh activates his particular kind of magic, but seems more interested than alarmed when the bottle is brought ought.] So your "store" is like some kind of infinite pocket dimension ...?
[The bottle was caught somewhat awkwardly. Expensive or not, Douman wouldn't drink anything that was given to him by a near-stranger anytime soon. But there were other uses for sake. Especially if there was some residual energy clinging to it.]
That wouldn't have been necessary, but I humbly accept. You may call upon me if any consequences of your actions give you trouble.
[Bowing politely once more, he sinks into the ground as if it were mere water, taking the bottle with him upon his exit.]