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[b][u][center]The Golden Coil Resort

Part 12

for Taiko

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

It was weird to be packing up to go home after only being in the hotel for a night...or was it two? Even after the treatment with the nagas, Riche didn't really know which it was, and there were all kinds of holes in his memory. There were hot moments, and holes that were quite present and much sexier - mostly the one that belonged to his boyfriend, but a few others that didn't have faces for him to attach to them - but there were quite a few that were just empty and left him wondering what he'd done with his vacation.

Nothing too bad, he imagined, or he would be in trouble. The rather odd feeling of empty spaces in his head was something that he could shrug off, too. That happened often enough back in Opal City that he imagined that they were just more of the same: things that happened when he got in over his head and did something a little dumb. Or had something dumb done to him. That happened, too.

Riche snapped his suitcase shut, cracking his head from side to side as he tucked it under his arm and carried it out of the penthouse bedroom. Darren and dad were somewhere else, probably talking to the hotel management about something. His little brother had been rather adamant about fixing something - shivering while he said it, too, come to think of it - and had insisted that he needed to do that before packing up to leave. Riche had shrugged it off and figured that it'd be better to let his little brother do what he needed to do rather than fight it. Besides, there was something that he needed to do, too.

He was halfway to the penthouse door when he paused and looked down. He chuckled as he realized that he'd been about to walk out of the room bottomless.

"Not that Daze would mind, but we are leaving..."

Then again, would Darren and -

Well, Darren wouldn't mind, but dad would. For all that Lloyd had been more relaxed here at the hotel resort with their rules about nudity, he was pretty sure that clothes were going back on as soon as they got back to the house. There was only so much weirdness that dad would allow, and he was pretty sure that the older man had reached his limits out here.

Shaking his head, he laid his suitcase down and pulled out a pair of denim shorts, dragging them up his legs and around his hips. They emphasized his ass, as he knew they would. They were made for that, and he remembered that someone had once called them the 'meat-packer shorts'. He wasn't sure if that meant that his meat was packed tight in them, or if it meant that someone was thinking of packing their meat in him, but either way, it worked.

Snapping the suitcase shut and completely unbothered by the bulge he was rocking - half of the fun of going commando, that was - he left the penthouse and made his way down to the other room. He didn't entirely remember where Daze was rooming, but trusted the hotel to take him there.

He passed several different males on the way down that gave him appreciative looks, and Riche responded to them the way that he responded to everyone: with a wink and a nod and a little bit of a flex. Not much, not enough to really endanger his clothes, but enough to give them the eye-candy that they obviously wanted.

It worked, and he got a few bulges in response. He grinned, nodded, and kept moving.

The hotel guided his steps to the right room, and he knocked with confidence on the big, ornate door. He got halfway through two-shaves-and-a-haircut before the door opened and his boyfriend grinned at him.

"Heh, here to pick up your clothes?"

"What clothes? I was swimming naked, remember?" Riche teased.

"Mmmm, so you were. And you were hot."

"Still am."

"Always will be, my hot chocolate."

Riche had a fuzzy feeling in his head for a moment, one that made him feel warm and happy. It made it a little harder to think, too, but not in a way that made him uncomfortable.

Then the moment passed, and he was back to normal. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Come on, did you have to do that? I just stopped being a himbo."

"Oh, please, with a body like that, you'll always be a himbo, even if you graduated with two doctorates," the snake-dragon hybrid said, stepping out of the doorway and letting him in. "It's just not fair if you got the looks [i]and[/i] the brains."

"Well, that's why they gave you the switch, isn't it? They let you turn me a little stupid for the fun of it, but...."

"But?" Daze asked, cocking his head to the side.

"...I dunno," Riche admitted. "There was something there, then it disappeared. You have any idea of what they did to me when we came down and announced we were boyfriends?"

"Sorry, but it's something that I can't talk about. Hotel management shit and all that, you understand."

"Yeah, I guess. Why didn't you tell me that your dad was one of the owners of the hotel?"

"Um...would you believe because I don't like people to treat me special?"

"...Not a bit."

"Yeah, I wouldn't either." Daze laughed, the pair of them moving to the hotel bed and sitting on it. "I think we were both too distracted with all the fucking around. And let me tell you, Riche, I'm going to miss it. Never had a human as hot as you before. Never had another guy as hot as you, either...or someone that liked showing off as much as you do...or someone that pays as much attention as you do..."

"Heh...I thought you liked me dumb and hot," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, sometimes...but not always."

It was a weird feeling, being smart again. Well, not so much smart as aware. It was like looking at the resort in a whole new way. He hadn't questioned anything that had happened while he was deep down in the dumb, but now, there were a lot of questions in the back of his mind. Why had he done this, that, or the other? Why had he fallen in so quickly with someone to get laid? Why did he still want to stay Daze's boyfriend despite the pair of them doing barely anything more than fucking?

The last one was an easier one to answer, at least. They were both rather hot, and they both enjoyed sporty things. They both enjoyed talking to each other, and they liked one another's company. There was an easy comfort there that lent itself to a growing intimacy, and while neither of them were entirely sure what had caused it, they were more than happy to take advantage of it.

He leaned against the snake, shaking his head as he took Daze by the hand. They squeezed each other, and looked up to meet each other's eyes.

"You didn't come here to get anything, did you?" Daze asked.

"Nah...just to remember you."

"As if you could forget someone like me, my -"

Riche leaned in to steal a kiss before the hybrid could say that teasing phrase again. Much as he enjoyed the fuzzy-brained feeling that came with it all, there was something rather special about being together, about enjoying one another's touches that he wanted to remember properly. A himbo would remember the feel of things, but he wanted to remember the details. He wanted to keep the feeling of those scales against his body, the sensation of warm flesh and slightly cooler reptile skin, the taste of a different tongue and the softness and firmness of non-human lips against his own.

It was all there, but the details wouldn't stick if he was dumb again. Fun and dumb, clear and smart; one could have one or the other at a time, and not both. He wanted the latter, right now.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds before they broke, and this time, it was Daze blushing a bit. The serpent-dragon reached around, patting the human's ass through his shorts.

"Think we might have time for a quicky?" Daze asked.

"I think we could."

"Heh...maybe I should be on top before you go."

"And maybe I should have a taste of that bottom before I gotta say goodbye."

"...Face-sitting and power-bottoming?" Daze offered.

"Heh, I can get into that."

"Get on your back, then."

That was all that Riche needed to hear. He slipped back, lying on the bed while Daze helped him out of the shorts. He wondered if this was actually going to be a quicky, but realized that he honestly didn't care. Whatever happened would happen, and it wasn't like the hotel was going to get pissed at them if they missed check-out time. They were special guests, after all, and he had a weird memory that the staff here owed them something.

How, what, and why, he didn't know, but again, he didn't really care. He had a hot bit of scaly tail coming for his face, and that was all that mattered in the moment.

#

Darren returned to the penthouse to find Riche already out and Lloyd nowhere to be found. He imagined that his father was down at reception, probably working on something with Hissy to figure out their total owed. No matter how many times Darren had mentioned that this was pre-paid by his boss, and more, that Allen had said that they were going to get a refund for the troubles that they had gone through, he knew that his dad was dead-set on paying it off himself. Considering how determined his father could get, he had a pretty good feeling that he was going to have to re-route some finances to Riche to give to their father to ensure that there wasn't a massive shortfall for the family accounts come next month.

He leaned against the penthouse couch, remembering more of the vacation than he imagined that the rest of the family did. He remembered Rodrigo, though less than fully. He remembered the...rather large amount of incestual fun that they had all had together. He remembered stripping and showing off for his family and for the rest of the hotel.

And remembering it made his pants rather tight. He adjusted his cock, pushing it back down as he sighed.

He didn't have time to think about it for long before his phone started ringing. Pulling it from his pocket, he wasn't surprised to see Mr. Lee's number popping up. Shaking his head, he tapped the screen and held it to his ear.

"Hello, sir."

"[i]Darren. I'm assuming everything is going well?[/i]"

"Barring a minor hypnotic crisis that we handled, yes."

"[i]Yes. There was a mention of that by Dr. Tuomos. I wasn't aware of the secondary issues going on at your home. If I was -[/i]"

"If you were, you probably would have overreacted, sir. We handled it."

"[i]Yes. You did.[/i]"

There was a moment of awkward silence, and Darren wondered if he'd overstepped with that. He knew that there had been something odd between them since he'd gone on this vacation, and with the way that it kept extending, he was starting to wonder if his boss had decided something without telling him. Asking would have been awkward, but so would leaving it alone. Darren sighed, one hand over his face -

"[i]I am putting your flight back on hold for the moment.[/i]"

"...Sir, could you at least tell me why?" he asked. "We've been...weird...for a while now."

"[i]Yes. We have.[/i]"

"Why?"

"[i]Because I believe that you signed on with my company and me too fast. We both moved quickly, with me taking you in after a short encounter. It was a strange moment on my part.[/i]"

"You branded me."

"[i]I did. And I have tried to make good on that. I have treated you well, I believe.[/i]"

"...Yeah, I can't deny that." Darren shook his head. "Are you firing me?"

"[i]No. That, I can assure you, is not the case.[/i]"

"Then what is this?"

"[i]A gradual exploration of the best place for you to fit. Whether that happens to be as a personal assistant, a consultant, or something else entirely remains to be seen, but as I want you to stay - and I hope you do as well?[/i]"

"Of course."

"[i]Then it would suit both of us to find the sort of relationship between us that best works for us, yes?[/i]"

"I...well, yes, I agree."

"[i]That will require some experimentation. And for now, you seem to be happier working with your family and in your old, more familiar setting.[/i]"

Darren didn't like what he was hearing. Walking around the couch, he sat down, leaning forward and trying not to immediately look at this as the worst-case scenario that it was. For all that things were awkward between him and the snow leopard, he knew that they worked well together. He knew - he [i]knew[/i] - that he had made things better for his employer, and for all that -

He stopped that spiraling thought, pushing it back down and focusing on the here and now. Clearing his throat, he spoke up.

"I want to know that I [i]am[/i] coming back. Sometime. Eventually."

"[i]You are.[/i]"

"Put a time on it, sir."

"[i]If you insist. Beginning of summer.[/i]"

He winced. That was a month and a half away, a month and a half during which time he would have to figure out what he was going to do with himself. Was that going to be time spent with his family, living with them? Would that be allowing himself to visit others, like Bruha, the orc from the resort and...some of the other things that had happened before? Would that be going back to Novus Ager and seeing what was the same and what had changed? What would he do with himself for a month and a half?

"[i]During that time, I will give you various assignments. We will figure out what works out best between us, Darren. I want to keep you as an employee if at all possible, but more importantly, I want you to be satisfied with your life to the point where any sort of control from me is something that is done out of...enjoyment, rather than out of requirement.[/i]"

"...You know, this would probably be easier if you were more like the normal perverted hypno boss."

"[i]Potentially, but then there would be the ethical violations to worry about.[/i]"

"Sir...you're a hypnotic snow leopard. Are you seriously worried about ethics boards?"

"[i]When I have made them to be resistant to external control of that sort, yes.[/i]"

"I forgot. You have a fairness problem," Darren said, smiling despite himself.

"[i]Indeed. Now, I will see you again. Perhaps I will even make the trip out to see you while you're on vacation. It is eminently possible that I will need some fresh air away from Kusan City, but we will see where things take me. For now...I want you to explore what you want with your life.[/i]"

"I want to help people."

"[i]That is obvious. You've found the what. Now, find the how.[/i]"

"Sir -"

"[i]I will call you when you get home with further details and a new assignment.[/i]"

"...Yes, Mr. Lee."

"[i]And Darren?[/i]"

"Yes?"

"[i]Good job.[/i]"

There was no small amount of pleasure as he heard that phrase, and even as the line went dead, he rubbed his cheeks as they burned with a fresh blush. It had been some time since he had gotten that kind of reaction to praise...and it was the first time that congratulations had left him with a bit of a boner, as well. He looked down at his lap, saw the way that his cock pushed against his pants, and he sighed under his breath.

That new conditioning was going to make things complicated.

Darren stood up, walking to the bedroom. He'd already packed up before having a conversation with Allen about the situation that they were leaving behind, and he was happy to find that nobody had disturbed it. It was exactly as it had been. He picked the suitcase up, laying it on the bed and gave the contents a once-over. Everything properly folded, organized, and layered for a trip home without losing any cohesion or neatness. He closed it again, tucking it under his arm as he left the penthouse behind.

He was halfway down the ramp to the main lobby when Allen met him, slithering out of his office. Dr. Tuomos shook his head as he fell in step-slither beside the human, looking straight ahead.

"Still leaving?" he asked.

"I'm afraid so. I think that it's best that you have the chance to put things back together the way you want rather than trying to fix things while we're still here. That way, I can give it a better look when you've had the chance to fix things."

"It's not about..."

"No, no. I'm not upset about how things have gone. As a matter of fact, the hotel and your way of doing things has been...surprisingly gentle, as mind-fucks have gone," Darren admitted, chuckling. "There's a lot good to be said about it. It's just...it needs fixing."

"And so does -"

"Rodrigo, yes."

That was the other reason that they were checking out early. Rodrigo was in the custody of the nagas and other members of the Golden Coil, and that meant that there was a chance for him and the rest of the Huff family to come together and fix each other without having to deal with Rodrigo's suppression effects. As much as the unicorn had been a friendly enough sort, he had also been selfish enough that he couldn't stop fucking with them for his own sake. They were better off leaving him with the Golden Coil for a while, letting them sort him out and seeing if they could fix a few of the unicorn's issues.

The fact that Dr. Tuomos was so willing to sort the unicorn out was flattering, but Darren knew that it was at least as much because Rodrigo had fucked with the hotel as it was any professionalism on the part of the naga. As nice as Allen was, he was still a doctor, and still prized the professionalism of his hotel. This was something that he intended to handle, and Darren approved of the attitude.

"I'll ensure that he doesn't come after you until he's completely sorted," Allen said.

"You don't have to go that far."

"I think we do. Someone with as much power as he has is, let's be honest, quite dangerous to those that can't see him. They are helpless against what he can do, and he doesn't have the wherewithal to see that he is causing them problems down the line. He needs to be educated at the very least, shown that other people still have needs."

"Does it matter that he thought he was helping?"

"Some. It means that he has some understanding of others and that they deserve to be treated kindly, but he has still chosen to put his needs over theirs. That is what I will work on with him. The man needs some therapy...but at least he's come to the right place for that."

"As long as we don't -"

"Yes, as long as he doesn't hijack parts of the hotel again."

Darren nodded. He just needed to say that to make sure that they were on the same page. After all, that had been the big problem with the hotel to begin with. With the Golden Coil's idea that everyone just needed to relax and let go of the general suppression of their needs in order to be healthy, it had turned the hotel into an enabling hypnotic device that would turn any impossible dream into a reality, no matter how unacceptable or dangerous it might be. They'd just been lucky that everyone that checked in had been relatively sane and healthy to begin with. Rodrigo's obsession, particularly with the patriarch of the Huff family, could have turned that on its head, and in a very bad way.

That, thankfully, had been short-circuited, and now, the Coil was working hard on ensuring that it never happened again. Darren wanted them to have the chance to work on their fixes for the hotel before giving it a second chance. It just...it didn't seem right to critique them while they were still troubleshooting the fixes, he supposed.

They reached the lobby, and he wasn't surprised to find Lloyd still arguing with Hissy. It wasn't a loud argument, to be fair, but it was one of those that he could already tell was getting more and more ridiculous.

"I want to at least cover the bar tab," Lloyd said.

"It issss already covered," Hissy said.

"You can't be serious. We didn't even put a deposit down."

"It wassss made well in advance of your check-in, sir."

"But -"

"There issss nothing that issss owed to the hotel."

"Well, reverse the charge and let me pay it now, dammit."

"I am afraid that it issss a corporate account that hassss been charged, and I cannot reversssse it without the conssssent of the corporation resssssponsible."

"Look, is there [i]anything[/i] that you'll let me pay off?"

"Perhapsssss."

"Then do it."

"Would you accept a bill of 'Sssstaff Bussssywork' overtime?"

"Yes!"

"...Ssssserioussssly, sssir?"

"In fact, charge me double. I want to pay [i]something[/i], please."

"...Assss you wisssh, ssssir."

Hissy lowered their head below the desk as Darren approached, shaking his head at the exchange. Somehow, he should have guessed his father would have found something to pay off, but at least it was something relatively small. Overtime charges and annoyance surcharges were a joke for most of the hotel work-staff that he'd spent time around, but every so often, they found someone that was willing to pay it. It was honestly more of a tip to the person that put the charge together, but it was still a nice gesture.

As Hissy laid the charge sheet on the counter - totalling somewhere around $300 - Darren opened his mouth only for his father to hold out a hand.

"Let me."

"...Okay."

Knowing how important it was to have paid his own way rather than letting someone else take care of him, Darren left his father to take care of the minor bill that Hissy had put together. The most he did was give Hissy a little look that questioned the amount, and the snake did the best that something without shoulders could do to shrug.

Still, a couple hundred dollars wasn't that bad, particularly with all the boons that they had gotten along the way. He turned his attention from the desk -

"Oh, god..."

And immediately had a moment of full-frontal as he spotted Riche coming down the ramp. He held his hand out just at where his brother's waist and half-hard erection still bounced, walking over to him. Riche was completely oblivious to showing off as much as he was, and he had that dazed look in his eyes that said that he had already been dragged back down to a happy place.

Thankfully, there were ways of snapping him out of that now. He put one hand to his brother's chest and snapped his fingers by Riche's ear. Just like that, his older brother yelped and stopped in his tracks. His eyes focused, then went down, and he groaned.

"I did it again, didn't I?"

"Yep."

"Sorry. I -"

"No worries, just...careful when we leave the hotel, you know?"

"Well, there's no boyfriend to flip the switch outside the hotel, is there?" Riche said. He looked down, saw his shorts in hand, and shook his head. "At least I remembered to bring them down with me."

"Well, if you hadn't -"

"Heh, if I hadn't, then Daze would be dragging me back for round two."

"You always get the horny ones, don't you?"

"Hey, don't knock it."

He wasn't. He just found it rather amusing that Riche was always getting someone that was horny and was more than willing to drag the big guy into a good lay. Most people that were constantly falling into relationships were more into the whole thing of being taken advantage of, but Riche? He was always getting something out of it, even if that was just some physical satisfaction rather than some emotional stuff.

Shaking his head, he turned to give his brother the time that he needed to put his shorts back on. The sound of the zipper going up was the signal that it was safe to turn around, but he wasn't ready for the hug that followed. He grunted as he was pulled into a tight embrace, and had to take a second before he could process it enough to return the hug.

"What's this for?" he asked.

"Just for being you, and caring so much. I...heh. I miss having you around when you're not here."

"I...Thanks."

"Thank you, Darren. Thank you for caring so much and wanting things to be better. Thanks for always looking out for us. Thanks for always wanting to at least try something different."

"...You're welcome."

It was a short moment, but a welcome one. The brothers split and rejoined their father, who was making smalltalk with Allen. There was a short tail-end of it to be heard - something about asking advice about coming out - but Lloyd cut off when he noticed Darren and Riche coming too close.

"Just email it to me," Lloyd said, shaking his head. "I'll figure it out."

"If you wish. But are you sure -"

"I'm sure. Just...email it to me."

Darren winced. He'd hoped that a bit of time and distance would have helped his father get a little more comfortable with the discoveries he'd made about himself, but it sounded like he still didn't want it to be a thing. He just hoped that the older man wasn't going to try and bury it all beneath some layer of manliness and responsibility or something like that. There was nothing wrong with being attracted to both, and certainly nothing wrong with figuring it out late in life.

Then again, he didn't know what it would be like to have a partner that you were that devoted to, and then have to question how they would feel about learning that fact, too. He put that in the back of his mind and decided not to judge for now.

They gathered their luggage and walked out of the lobby, and as they did, Darren felt something shift. He didn’t know if it was the same for his father or brother, but for him, it was like something had lifted from their minds. The pressure that he had grown almost used to disappeared, and he felt like he was thinking completely clearly again for the first time since stepping through the hotel doors. He paused for a moment, and so did the rest of the family, shaking their heads before looking back and over their shoulders at the hotel proper.

“That…” Riche shook his head. “Whoa…that’s weird.”

“How many places…” Lloyd hesitated, shaking his head. “Darren, I don’t want to ask, but do many places…”

“Do that?” Darren shrugged. “Probably. I think most of them make you forget if they do.”

“...I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“I don’t think any of us do.”

Even with some experience in being hypnotized and warped by the wills of others, Darren still had a moment or two of pulling himself together as they left the hotel and walked down to the waiting limo at the bottom of the stairs. It always reminded him of just how many people there were in the world that could take control and make you do what they wanted, and there was no way to stop them. All that you could hope for was that they were decent people, and that they would only do fun stuff.

Thinking of that, it was easy to be thankful for the way that most people made you forget that you had ever been used in the first place. He might just have to make another suggestion to Dr. Tuomos that they alter the front door and keep people from realizing what had happened to them.

They were just opening the doors to the limo when an unexpected shout came from behind them. Darren stood up and looked over his shoulder.

It was Rodrigo. The pearlescent unicorn was naked and very, very visible. That, he realized, was probably due to the efforts of the nagas and other members of the Golden Coil, all taking part in making sure that the unicorn couldn't easily sneak up on them anymore. The fact that he had shouted at them meant that he had remembered it, too, and wasn't even trying to be stealthy. Darren arched an eyebrow as the naked equine ran up to him, shaking his head and grabbing the human by the arm.

"Let me come with you."

"Not a chance," he said.

"Please, you don't - I don't want to stay here. I want to come back. I can do better. I'm getting it. I'll be -"

"You need to figure out how to treat us as people first, rather than a meal."

"Come on. This isn't fair. I was helping, even if it wasn't as much as I could have been. I made things better on the boat, even if it didn't stay that way. I can take credit for that, at least, right? You can admit that I at least did that much for you."

"...You did."

"Then let me come. I can do better."

The unicorn clearly didn't want to stay at the resort for any longer than he had to, which meant that the doctors and the Golden Coil were probably expecting quite a bit out of him with their little rehab program. Despite himself, Darren smiled as he shook his head. Normally, he didn't take any pleasure in the 'suffering' of another, but this time, it just felt justified.

"Sorry, but not until they say that you're cured."

"Darren -"

"Not happening."

"Lloyd!" Rodrigo all but threw himself against the car, grabbing at the door that the family patriarch had just closed. "Come on, you can - we enjoyed it, didn't we? You know that we understand each other. I make things easier. I can do that again. I can do it better this time, make it so that you never have to -"

"Let. Go."

The sheer force in those two words was enough to make the unicorn do just that, stepping away from the limo. Even Darren looked askance at his father; it was the first time that he had ever heard that sort of tone of voice from the older man, and it was something that he hoped he'd never hear again. There was so much stress, tension, anger, and temptation behind it that it almost felt like he was getting an intimate look at something that his dad would much rather keep private.

Rodrigo didn't get the chance to ask again. A long tail snagged him from behind and yanked him back to the hotel, leaving the Huffs alone. They all gathered into the car and, without another word, were driven from the hotel. It was going to be a long drive back, but this time, Darren was pretty sure it was going to be much quieter.

They all had far more to think about, after all. Riche had his boyfriend and what they were going to do now that they were an official couple. Lloyd probably had his future with their mom to think about. And Darren...

[i]I should talk about this with them,[/i] he thought. [i]I'm sticking around for a while, after all.[/i]

And he would talk to them. Not until after he had made his decisions about what he was going to do, of course, but he would talk with them.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Darren and the rest of the family checks out of the hotel, despite a few last minute complications.

Tags: Teasing, Flirting, M/M, Groping, M/solo, Nudity, Human, Hybrid, Dragon, Snake, Naga, Unicorn, Erection, Hypnosis, Series, The Golden Coil, Consequences, Oblivious, Family, Incest Moments,