MAKEOUT MEME REDUXX

[featheryasshole]

❤ COMMENT with your characters.
❤ COMMENT to characters with who they should makeout with or just comment to people you want your character to makeout with.
❤ Everyone makes out with everyone else in the comments. They are magically compulsed to do so! CAN'T ABSCOND.
❤ BE HIDEOUS.
❤ LATHER, RINSE, REPEAT.

Comments

[onceaniso]

[Don't blame people for this Anon. You brought it on yourself.]

[recompiling]

[It's not my fault you have an obsessive personality, Abraxas.]

[onceaniso]

[It's your fault I noticed you in the first place.]

Moⁿⁱtor.

[recompiling]

[It's your fault I had to show myself.
And, against his better judgement, he starts inching closer:]

Virus.

[onceaniso]

[You could have ignored me.]

So_me^th_{ing y}ou ⁿe^ed?

[recompiling]

[I wish I had. Just to see what would have happened to Clu.]

... Suppose so.

[How do ask your mortal enemy who you have confused emotions for to kiss you?]

[onceaniso]

[Everyone wishes that.]

Fi^nal_ly g_ivin_g ⁱⁿ?

[Outright asking is usually a good start.]

[recompiling]

[Gah, quit your gloating you horrible virus.]

Are you going to kiss me or not?

[... well. He asked?]

[onceaniso]

[I think you mean lovable.]

H_AHA^HAH^A. G_oing _to ^deco^mplie y_our he^lmet?

[recompiling]

[I'm pretty sure I mean horrible.]

I will show you mine if you show me yours.

[You first, bro.]

[onceaniso]

[It's okay to be in denial.]

_Al_ways a^fraid.

[But fine, he'll decompile his helmet first. But the hood stays up.]

[recompiling]

[I am not in denial. :|]

Not afraid.

[Hey, he's not expecting the hood to come down. Ever one to keep his promises, he decompiles his own helmet shortly after Abraxas.]

[onceaniso]

[You have so much denial it's not even funny.]

Y_ou d^on_'t ^act th^at wa_{y, M}oⁿⁱtor.


[Abraxas is just going to grab onto Anon's neck and move him to sit on a table. BECAUSE SOMEONE IS RIDICULOUSLY SHORT AND HE'S NOT BENDING DOWN.]

[recompiling]

[N-no I don't. Really. And it's not funny.]

Do I n-

[Eep neckgrabbing and he is being... tabled? Well, he can deal with that. I'M NOT SHORT, YOU'RE JUST TOO TALL.]

[onceaniso]

[You're in denial about being in denial.]

W_hat ^was t^hat_?

[TABLED SO HARD. NO, YOU'RE TINY. LIKE MUNCHKIN FROM OZ TINY. Abraxas doesn't give the Monitor much time to respond however, as he leans in to kiss him. A hand still around his neck, and the other wrapped around his waist - he's not going to let the cowardly Monitor make a run for it. The kiss itself is, of course, not gentle in the slightest. That biting probably doesn't help either.]

[recompiling]

[I'm not in denial about anything!]

Nothing.

[NO I'M NOT. EVERYONE ELSE ARE JUST GIANTS. Managed just enough of an answer in the time allotted. He hadn't been planning on running - who is he to back down from a challenge? - not that he can object to having the option removed. As far as the kiss, he doesn't feel bad at all about giving as good as he's getting, and bites back.]

[onceaniso]

[Denial.

MINI MONITOR. The bite back isn't exactly unexpected. But how sweet, Anon actually thinks he can fight back in this. The virus kisses a bit more roughly, biting down on Anon's lower lip with a bit of a static shock. Viruses don't play fair, and makeouts always involve pain. That hand around Anon's waist? Slowly moving up to his circuits.]

[recompiling]

[SCREW YOU VIRUS oh wait Oh, Abraxas, he'll always fight back, even if that shock gets a startled jerk and soft grunt of pain out of him. Anon brings his hands up to grip the virus's shoulders, though what he plans to do with that even he isn't sure. Those circuits are tinging a little pink and he arches into the touch even as he twitches forward to snap at Abraxas's lower lip in return.]

[onceaniso]

[Haha. Anon, Anon. So nice to see you enjoying this. Abraxas tightens his grip around the Monitor's neck, putting a bit more force into the kiss. Doing this while Anon isn't infected. What is this madness? In turn he continues to run his fingers along Anon's circuits, being sure to add in some extra pain to go with that pleasure. Complete pain must be built up to.]

[recompiling]

[Anon would never admit to it. Ever. Or to the fact that he gives a little under that force like he used to. It's always madness with them. No matter what. Two can play this game - partially, anyway - and the Monitor shifts one hand down to brush his fingers along the virus's circuits in turn, twitching under the jolt of pain. Oh, Abraxas, you always manage to muddle pain and pleasure for him so well.]

[onceaniso]

[Admitting anything hardly matters when Abraxas can feel Anon giving in slightly. It's familiar. What he doesn't expect however, is that touch on his circuits and he can't quite stifle a shudder. Oh Anon is getting a much larger jolt of pain for that.]

[recompiling]

[He hadn't been certain what to expect from touching Abraxas's circuits, and is fairly pleased by the shudder. At least, until that pain surges through him. Anon jerks in the virus's grip, hands tensing, and lets out a whimper muffled by their kiss.]