Dominic came to his senses slowly. He would not call it 'waking up', not exactly. He came to his senses from a state that was, really, perfectly concious, merely - overwhelmed into a lack of awareness. Sensation rushed back abruptly with the smell of sweat and less pleasant things - Spent semen, the Symphony provided, far too cheerily, And apparently some vaginal fluid. And motor oil. And copious amounts of alcohol and... oh. Oh dear. Fnord. - and he was, er. Sticky. Lightly glued to what seemed to be a warm body.

He kept his eyes shut and tried to think back to what had happened. His usual meeting with Asmodeus, yes, and a challenge to a game. They'd tried many, over the years, chess of course, and poker and a rather embarrassing encounter with Operator. And Asmodeus *was* the master of the Game, so it was only natural that someday they'd get around to air hockey.

That still didn't explain it. He thought further.

He remembered swinging the silly little paddle and drinking some of Asmodeus' alcohol to quell the embarrassment. And then - well, more alcohol, and then things got a bit hazy but he vaguely recalled Asmodeus clearing the table as best he could and tossing Dominic - he could not for the life of him figure out why he'd been naked and wet, that memory seemed blocked off - onto the air hockey table. And the air had felt, well, very nice really. And then Asmodeus had - had.

He really couldn't remember. Something about a whirring noise. And Asmodeus had breasts at some point, and didn't at some other, and - the air really *had* felt very nice on his wet body, hadn't it? Oh dear. His head was aching.

Do I really want to remember? he wondered. The Symphony provided, helpfully, and sniggering somewhat: No.

Ah. Good. Very well then.

He cricked an eye open and, sure enough, Asmodeus was still sprawled half on top of him. Dominic attempted to inch away and flinched as he felt achy in areas he was fairly certain weren't supposed to be achy. At least, not like that. Asmodeus growled in his throat, hand tightening on bits of Dominic whose sensitivity had remained unknown before last night. Dominic winced again.

"Mine," Asmodeus muttered.

Dominic sighed and stopped trying to squirm away.

Asmodeus let out what might, in any other person, have been a happy sigh.

Dominic blinked.

"Score," Asmodeus muttered, happily.