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Who: EVERYONE (if they want to live)
Where: EVERYWHERE (inside the mansion, knocking on doors)
When: 6/24 - 6/27
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: The Summerween Trickster has made his decree - Trick or treat...or die! This is a mingle log for Trick-or-Treating!
The Story:

On the morning of the 24th, everyone will find that the mansion was inexplicably decorated for Halloween...sort of. The idea behind the decorations is mostly the same, except that every jack-o-lantern is made out of a watermelon instead of a pumpkin. No, this is SUMMERWEEN.

For the first day it will be harmless enough, just a change in décor and a little spooky summer fun. However, by the second day there will be sightings of the Summerween Trickster, a creepy fellow made entirely out of unpopular loser candy, and he is not happy. In the entrance hall, there will be a giant jack-o-melon container with a counter and a count-down clock ticking away to the end of the event.

Your job, Wonderland, is to trick-or-treat for your lives. You have until the end of the event to deliver one million pieces of candy to the jack-o-melon before the end of the event, to appease the Summerween Trickster.

What was that? You'll just sit this out and wait for the event to end? I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see, the Summerween Trickster could be lurking around any corner. If he catches someone not fully embracing the spirit of Summerween (refusing to trick or treat, not wearing a costume, etc), they will not survive the experience. The Trickster will kill them and swallow them whole, making them part of his horrible loser candy body.

More details about trick or treating can be found here. This is a mingle post for trick-or-treating, if you'd rather use this than make a post! [Brackets] or prose are both welcome.

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Definitely, darling. I appreciate your knight in shining armor mentality though. It makes me feel special. ♥

[Which, to be fair, he is. So he deserves such a handsome knight, offended over his honor.]

She'll take good care of you, I can guarantee that. As for me, I have multiple forms, like I said earlier. This one is my default, but I also have what can be called a "box" form, where I'm more rectangular and have a wheel instead of legs, and then I have NEO, which is a more combat oriented design.

[Specifically, human combat. But Bucky doesn't need to know that. No need to scare him.]

What're you made of?

[Bucky exhales softly, stroking a finger down Mettaton's cheek. He wants so much to relax, to be able to do this. Gentle flirting and careless banter, with all the ease he used to have, but it feels like work. Effort to be normal and he hates that he's this way now. But he tries, wants to try.]

Can you feel this?

[He pauses, gives Mettaton a chance to push him back.]

[He quirks an eyebrow at Bucky. Things just got interesting.]

Magic.

[He's only half-joking. Magic and Metal make up this robot.]

As much as you can, darling. Maybe even more.

[He leans his face more into Bucky's finger, increasing the pressure. His hand continues to creep up his shoulder until he hits skin, gently feeling the scar tissue. It's fascinating, this fault line of organic and inorganic. How did this happen? He's burning with questions, but they have all the time in the world, it feels like.]

[Bucky sighs softly, and he can't remember the last time he's touched anyone like this. He cups Mettaton's jaw, thumb running idly back and forth, slow and just for the sake of contact.]

Can you?

[His voice is low, teeth worrying this inside of his lower lip. Bucky's eyes fall shut as fingers brush skin, and he goes tense, rigid, for a few moments before he relaxes again.]

It hurts sometimes. My hand, my elbow. All the places that aren't there anymore.

[He wishes they'd had people like Mettaton in his world. Maybe they could have replaced his arm with something that can feel, that can experience in the same way that Mettaton can feel his fingers on his face.]

Can I what, darling? Move a little closer?

[Without waiting for an answer, he does, taking back the space he previously vacated, his free hand pressing to Bucky's so that his hand remains on his face.

His other hand remains gentle as it falls into a slow, circular rhythm on Bucky's shoulder. Just feeling. Just exploring.]

Like a phantom? Or a ghost?

[There's a moment where Mettaton wants to explain the miracle of his ability to feel, that's it's not a wonder of science but a result of magic as ancient and old as his race... But he can't. He can't out himself like that, not to someone he just met, not to anyone. He'd lose any credibility he had. There are only two people in the world to his knowledge who know the truth about him, and he's not looking to expand that now.]

[Bucky wonders if it's obvious how long it's been since he's let anyone so close. The man that would have relaxed immediately into it doesn't exist anymore. He can't offer much, not in the state he's in, but there's something he can do, something that won't hurt anyone.

His breath huffs out shakily.]

You're the first person to do that. [His eyes flick to the hand on his shoulder, back up.] Yeah, like that. Feels like my arm's there when it's not.

[He leans in closer, expression flashing from confusion to concern to uncertainty before settling back to relaxed.]

I'm the first person to want a taste of you? I find that highly unlikely, looking the way you do.

[His hand on Bucky's shoulder stills as he sees the other man lean in. He watches the expressions flash on his face and smiles gently, tilting his head downwards, preparing.]

Do you want to forget about that? For a little while?

First person to touch me there.

[The scar tissue wasn't exactly pretty. Nor the way skin turned abruptly into metal. Bucky knew it wasn't attractive, normally didn't think twice about it, but it was hard to think about anything else when someone was massaging there.]

How? [But he knows how. Everything he's been through hasn't erased his ability to read people. He can tell where this is going, but he's no good for anyone, he's not safe. He can't seem to stop himself.] You gonna make me forget?

[His smile grows, his eyes alighting on Bucky's lips and then back to his face. One hand still on Bucky's shoulder, the other letting go of the man's hand on his face to settle on the other side of his arm. He can't help but feel a little giddy as he decreases the space between them, until they are only an inch apart.]

Oh, yes.

[He finally closes the distance, his lips pressing into Bucky's, surprisingly soft for being made of metal. It's chaste but with a hint of heat, a promise of more... if the other man can handle it.]

[Bucky chases the kiss before he catches himself, drawing back slightly in curious confusion. He lifts a hand to run his thumb across Mettaton's lower lip, pressing gently. His mouth doesn't feel anything like Bucky's arm had.]

May I kiss you again?

[But he's already leaning in, pressing their mouths together. He doesn't deepen the kiss, his body still tense, but he lets his eyes fall shut in an attempt to try and enjoy this.]

[When Bucky initially pulls away, Mettaton is worried for a moment that perhaps it was a little overwhelming for him; but then he touches his mouth and Mettaton's familiar grin returns.

He doesn't have time to speak to the affirmative before Bucky is kissing him again, but he gives out a pleased hum when their lips reunite. He moves his hands to lie against the nape of Bucky's neck, cradling him so that he can continue to move his mouth against his. Any warmth that Bucky can feel isn't the sort of warmth that comes from a living, organic body, but the sort of heat you feel from a computer running. Though it doesn't explain how metal can feel so pliable. Perhaps it is that so-called magic he said he was made of earlier allowing this.]

[The last two years, Bucky's pretty much assumed that he'd never get to feel this kind of normalcy again. Sweet kisses, stolen moments, the warmth of another body up against his own. Even the thrill of meeting someone for the first time and then letting them kiss him breathless in the next. It was all something he'd thought was a thing of the past, something from a time when he'd been normal. Maybe he's not so far gone as he thought.

Bucky knows he'll end this too soon, but out of the threat of danger that's lurking about rather than truly wanting Mettaton to stop. He wonders if he'll want to see Bucky again, stop by sometime and pick up where they'd left off. Soon, but not yet.

His tongue traces the seam of Mettaton's lips before pressing in, licking softly into his mouth. Bucky shifts his feet, angling their bodies and moving until Mettaton's back hits the wall behind him. He brackets him in, his hand pressed to the wall beside Mettaton's head.]

[Oh, yes! is all that's going through Mettaton's mind as Bucky not only continues the kiss, but enhances it, pushing his body to the wall and deepening the kiss with his tongue.

Eagerly he drops his hands from his neck so that he can wrap his arms around Bucky's hips, interlinking sections of metal strong against him, holding the other man as close as he can. His tongue is metallic like his mouth but smooth, easily rolling over Bucky's fleshy one.

All thoughts of the Trickster have vanished from his mind, even as his proximity sensors set off a casual warning that something large is wandering into their area. That can wait. This? This is much more important.]

[Bucky doesn't want this to stop. It's been too long, so long, since he's had anyone's arms wrapped around him, anyone's tongue in his mouth. It's heady, like a kind of food that he's addicted to but forgot the taste of. He wishes he had two hands, but he makes due with the one he's got, sliding it down and gripping Mettaton's thigh, lifting and hooking it at his hip. Bucky keeps his hand there, fingers flexing as he presses his hips forward -

When he moans into Mettaton's mouth, loud to his own ears, it startles him. His eyes snap open, and he breaks the kiss with a surprised gasp, dropping his head to press his cheek to Mettaton's. He tries to catch his breath, to keep the guilt from taking over, but without the kissing, it washes over him quickly.]

I shouldn't have done that. [But he doesn't pull away.] You could've gotten hurt.

[The perks of having a physical body are many. The first among them being the ability to feel, and this latest bout of sensations has Mettaton thanking his lucky stars for being corporeal.

His initial observations about Bucky were right. He is strong, and for a moment Mettaton can feel his circuitry pop with electricity in response to his excitement as the other man lifts his leg and hooks it around himself. This is all coming along rather nicely, and better than Mettaton could have ever hoped when initially spying him in the hall.

Then Bucky is moaning and Mettaton can't help but think it's one of the sweetest things he's heard since coming to Wonderland. The human pulls away though, breathing heavily, and while he himself does not breathe, for a moment his own head spins as if he also needed air. Bucky's cheek is surprisingly soft against his own and it takes him a moment to realize that he was speaking.]

Darling, I'm made of metal. If you had managed to hurt me, it would have been a miracle.

My arm was made of metal, and that didn't keep it safe.

[Bucky lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, because he knows the instant he makes himself pull away, it'll be completely, and he really doesn't want this to be over with yet. He hasn't kissed anyone in a long time. Misses the touch of someone else, someone that doesn't fear him.]

Didn't mean just from me.

[Him, though, too, which makes him uncomfortable, but also the threat lurking around the mansion. Bucky tips his head back so he can meet Mettaton's eyes, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another.]

It's mighty sweet of you to let me kiss you like this.

[He's coming down from the high of kissing a handsome stranger and he's remembering the main reason he's in a lovely dress and the man in front of him is dressed like a sexy cop. Summerween. Right.]

Things can be different here, you know. You can be simultaneously safer and in more danger than back home.

[It's how he feels right now. The Trickster could be right around the corner, ready to spring, but here in Bucky's arms (or, perhaps more truthfully, arm) he feels like nothing can touch him. He hopes that he gave the man that feeling as well, even if it was only for a moment.]

Well, think of it as my treat to you. No strings attached.

[He gives Bucky a wink, giving him a light kiss on the cheek.]

I appreciate you indulging me as well.

[Bucky slowly lowers Mettaton's leg back down, already feeling the cold seep back into his bones, that ache that'd disappeared so briefly beginning to throb again.]

Don't be a stranger.

[He means it, too. Bucky might not have his head on straight all the time, and might feel a threat to himself and everyone around him, but he'd enjoyed their moment in the hall together. Appreciates it more than he can voice.]

We should move. Find somewhere safer.

[With his leg back on the ground Mettaton stands with his own weight again. He thinks that this would be the point where he's supposed to feel a little ashamed for his actions.

But honestly, who would he be fooling?]

I don't intend to be, sweetheart.

[He gives a casual glance around the hall, even as his systems not-so-politely remind him of a moving threat around them]

You're right. Perhaps we should do a little trick-or-treating to throw that thing off our trail. I'd hate for either of us to be eaten.

[Bucky nods, and after a moment's consideration, sticks his arm out, bent at the elbow for Mettaton to take.]

We'll stop at a couple rooms until we're sure it's not following us.

[He'd hate for either of them to get eaten, too.]

It's smart. A good strategy.

[Safe and practical. More time they could spend together.]

Why thank you, Bucky. I always have good ideas.

[Intense makeouts in hallways definitely being in the top 10.

Mettaton gladly takes his arm, wrapping his own around it and standing at Bucky's side.]

Lead the way~!

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