Bedroom Assembly II (Feat. Love & Lust)

[Lightman]

Beneath the dim lights, a quietness settled as Madeline surveyed her territory, the atmosphere thick with hushed expectation, similar to the moment before a bowstring is released. Her stocking-covered feet were visible as she stood at the edge of the mattress pit, and her black silk robe rustled softly around her legs as she walked. Though the space was minimalistic, every detail whispered of luxury and exactness, which reflected her unique artistic style. The stagehands moved with quiet efficiency, following the steady, musical cadence of her voice. “No, my dear, not quite level. Let the slope dip inward. Think of invitation, not resistance. The edges must draw the eye, not block it.” Her tone was neither sharp nor indulgent; a command refined into velvet.

The pit itself had evolved since the first trial. The design of the first gauntlet was not as austere as it used to be. In its place sprawled a sunken expanse, the concept of a combat arena softened and seduced into something far more intimate. A continuous sheet of cream-coloured cotton, interwoven to create a unified texture, covered the floor and hid a supportive foundation that implied both softness and firmness. The borders were lined with pillows, deliberately arranged in varying shades of crimson and rose pink, creating an asymmetrical design. The setting resembled a bedroom, yet the ambience evoked a theatre, a stage disguised as a secret. Danger disguised as comfort and performance, intertwined with a hint of challenge, were present in every facet.

She moved nearer to the precipice, her fingers following a line on one of the cushions until it gave way under her touch. Not too soft, not too firm. It was imperative to find the precise equilibrium between cruelty and compassion. This was the second time she tested her experiment, exploring the idea she’d started with Severin and Lacramioara in more detail. The first run had been brutal elegance: a duel of wills shaped by symmetry. Tonight, she wanted imbalance. Constraint. The dynamic where one faced two, where elegance had to adapt under pressure. This was where artistry revealed itself. Control provides a path to success, yet true skill emerges in chaos.

“Lighting, please.” Madeline called, glancing upward. The gels were adjusted, bathing the pit in a low, warm spectrum of red and gold. Darkness gathered in the corners, contrasting with the bright, candle-like light in the middle. It gave the illusion of privacy, even under the scrutiny of the cameras positioned discreetly at the corners. The area’s atmosphere was now dreamlike, both physical and surreal, evoking a space where guidelines dissolved unnoticed. Madeline permitted herself a small, silent smile. Though unoccupied, the room gave off a feeling of life, as if it craved observation.

Jamie and Angel hadn’t shown up, yet she was preoccupied with thoughts of them while walking the boundary. Love and Lust - an almost decadent pairing in name alone. Naturally, she had studied both of them. Jamie, whose polished charm masked a calculating nature. Angel, a fiery and naturally gifted performer, alternated between fun and danger in his energy. Their unique coordination was something many failed to achieve, a quality Madeline appreciated, even if she kept it to herself. They put on a show, but she was curious about the results when the show was balanced with restraint. Could they adapt when the tempo wasn’t theirs to dictate? When the setting, the rhythm, the very fabric of the fight, was built in someone else’s image?

She could already imagine their entrances. Jamie with that subtle arrogance, measured but magnetic; Angel with that radiance that filled every inch of space, laughter and danger threaded into one. The thought made her smirk faintly. They would test her design in ways Severin and Lacramioara hadn’t. Not through brutality, but through charm. Through distraction. Through chemistry. That was the true experiment tonight, not who triumphed, but who bent the space to their will first.

Madeline stopped at the pit’s centre, the soft mattress sighing beneath her weight as she knelt to adjust a fold of fabric that had creased slightly at the edge. Perfection demanded constant tending. When she stood again, her reflection in the nearby mirror caught the gleam of the silk robe, the calm precision of her posture. She tilted her head, studying herself as if she were one of the performers, not the architect. The quiet thrill came from knowing she’d crafted a setting where the lines between combat and drama, and between physical contact and a challenge, were indistinct. Tonight would be proof of concept, yes. More than that, it would be a question asked without words, subtle and refined: who could truly understand the nature of her creation, and who would be destroyed by it.

The room was ready. Tension hung heavy in the air. The wait for her guests was all that remained. Madeline’s lips curved as she looked once more at the gleaming centre of her soft-edged battlefield. “I wonder…” The English Rose said softly, while straightening a fold near her waist. “…If love and lust can survive a little discipline...”

[ADarlingDucky]

Tonight was something special. Jamie and Angel were well accustomed to the spectacle and the occasional strangeness that came with competing in the LAW ring, and tonight seemed to have that same energy, a tangible buzz that could be felt as the crew gathered to help set up the venue for the incoming clash. Only, there was one thing that was different about tonight that might throw the two off, and it was the fact that while used to anything and everything that happened within the ring... there would be no ring tonight. The usual squared circle, the staple of any wrestling organization, had been replaced with perhaps the biggest mattress that had ever been seen by most in the crowd, an ornately decorated bed that saw pillows lining it's sloped edge, creating a pit of pure softness and decadence. And their opponent was already there, looking over it all.

However, she didn't need to wait long once the stage was set, as soon the pair of effeminate men would step out onto the top of the entrance ramp, standing together as they took a moment to gaze down at the bed that awaited them. And then, after both had taken a moment, they would descend as one, stepping down closer and closer to Madeline as they admired the experience that she had set up for them. One of them far more eagerly than the other!

Spoiler

"Jamie look! Wooooooooooooo!" Angel squealed in delight when the pair was finally close enough, and with one swift motion, he would break out into a very brief run, before leaping up and flinging himself directly into the center of the mattress, landing in the soft and silky embrace of the bed. The blonde would immediately splay out, letting the sheets press up against him, even rolling over for a moment and pressing his face into them, embracing the soon-to-be match location, as Jamie instead focused on the woman standing outside of it.

"Well, seems like he's enjoying himself. It's very kind of you to go through all of this trouble for us. I hope that we can repay you with a match that's every bit as... scintillating as the venue is." Jamie offered an extended hand to her, a coy smile on his face as he looked to see how she'd respond. "It's a pleasure to meet you Madeline. We've been looking forward to this for quite some time."

"Definitely! We hope you're just as excited to join us here in bed! For wrestling of course!" Angel teased with a wink, having rolled over to his side, sticking his curvy hip up in a classic "paint me like a French girl" pose, now regarding Madeline with an excitable, earnest smile!

[Lightman]

The hum of anticipation in the air was almost tangible now, the lights above the pit shimmering like drops of champagne caught mid-fall. Madeline stood poised at the heart of her creation, the silk of her robe whispering against her legs as she turned toward the entrance ramp. The crowd’s murmur swelled, and her eyes, sharp beneath their veil of calm amusement, caught sight of movement at the top of the incline. There they were at last: Love and Lust. Their arrival did not disappoint. The symmetry between them was exquisite, two figures cut from the same cloth of elegance and performance, yet distinct in presence. Jamie’s poise drew the gaze like the quiet pull of gravity, while Angel’s energy radiated outward in warm, unrestrained waves.

She observed their descent with the composure of a conductor watching the first notes of a familiar symphony unfold. Every step they took closer brought life to the scene she had built. It was not intimidation she wanted from them, but immersion. To see them breathe in her design as if it had always been theirs. The thought amused her. How easily showmanship could turn into surrender, with no one noticing. Her lips curved slightly as Angel’s voice rose above the music, effervescent and unguarded.

Before she could properly address them, Angel was already a blur of movement, the sparkle in his eyes translating into action. He sprinted and launched himself into the pit with gleeful abandon, a streak of gold and laughter. The mattress sighed beneath him in a bloom of motion; the duvet shifted in ripples that caught the light. Madeline’s eyebrow arched, but her amusement betrayed her before she could suppress it. There was something disarming about his lack of inhibition. She had expected charm; she had not expected joy to manifest itself so physically. “Oh my.” she murmured, her voice like velvet brushed against glass. “I see someone has already found comfort in my hospitality.”

Her attention shifted as Jamie approached, his every step measured, the quiet foil to Angel’s exuberance. His composure was magnetic in its restraint. When he extended his hand, she accepted it without hesitation, her grip firm but graceful. “The pleasure is mutual.” She replied, her accent crisp, though her eyes glimmered with warmth. “I must confess, it has been some time since I’ve had guests who appreciate the effort as much as the intention. Consider this…a more personal kind of stage. One that rewards imagination as much as skill.” She allowed their handshake to linger a second longer than necessary before letting go, her gaze assessing but not unkind.

When Jamie spoke of repaying her effort, she tilted her head slightly, a hint of mischief tracing the corners of her mouth. “Scintillating.” She repeated softly, as if testing the word’s texture. “That is precisely what I hope for. The ordinary match can be mastered, but this-” she gestured toward the pillowed pit where Angel had made himself entirely at home “-this demands a little artistry. A willingness to embrace the unexpected. I rather suspect both of you excel at that.” Her tone made it difficult to tell whether it was a compliment or a challenge, and perhaps that was the point.

Angel’s teasing remark drew her attention back to the bed, where he had draped himself in that artful, exaggerated pose that could only belong to someone entirely aware of his own magnetism. Madeline’s laughter was low and genuine, a soft sound that filled the space between them. “Indeed.” said Madeline, stepping closer, her heels silent against the fabric-lined floor. “For wrestling, naturally. I could hardly deprive the audience of that kind of spectacle. Though I must say, few have managed to make the ring -or the bed, in this case- look quite so inviting before the first bell.” Her gaze flicked between them, appreciation mingling with curiosity.

She paused at the pit’s edge, letting her hand trail lightly along one of the pillows, her voice lowering to a more conversational timbre. “You two have a fascinating chemistry. A certain... duality. Love and Lust. Balance and temptation. It’s theatrical, yes, but there’s depth beneath it. I wonder how it translates when the rhythm shifts, when the space feels different beneath your hands. This isn’t the usual canvas after all.” Her eyes found Jamie’s again, then Angel’s, each look deliberate, steady. “Tell me, do you ever tire of being defined by your name? Or do you rather enjoy living up to it?” She let the question hang, a thread of quiet intrigue woven through the air. The arena’s warmth reflected in her expression, a mixture of hospitality and anticipation.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Angel relaxing into the soft mattress and wrapping himself partially in the silky sheets that lay atop it, Jamie would be the one to offer a more formal greeting to Madeline, extending a hand out towards the beautiful brunette as the pair introduced themselves. She seemed quite pleased with Angel's eager entry into what would be their "ring" tonight, and as she returned Jamie's greeting, she would gently hold onto his hand for a few seconds following their shake, Jamie giving her a very tender sqeeze before she let go. With just a look at her and the arena tonight, Jamie was already well aware that Madeline was likely as into the theatric and intimate side of wrestling as much as they were. After all, who would create an arena like this, for a match like this, if they didn't value some very long and intensive dives into the pure carnal bliss that wrestling could bring?

"Some artistry is exactly what we've been looking for. And we appreciate someone who also sees it as such. And we truly appreciate having a place to create something worthy of your time and attention."

"And just maybe a place where we could all... sing together." Angel teased from his position on the mattress, eventually rolling over and pushing himself up to his knees, as he gave Madeline a warm smile, his words plenty mischievous but still playing coy. Jamie would take a moment to gaze down at the mattress before he stepped onto it, his thigh high socks letting him feel the softness while still leaving his legs mostly covered, before he'd turn back to Madeline, the brunette contemplating the very nature of the pair! Her question provoked a small smile from Jamie and Angel both, as they glanced at one another before turning back to her.

"I think we'll let you figure that one out..."

"...Even though the answer is kind of obvious." Angel finished Jamie's thought, as the raven haired male turned and offered a hand to Madeline, with Angel fully standing up and doing the same at her other side. The two men ready to guide her onto the mattress and help her into the world she'd prepared for them, as they prepared themselves for quite the wild night!

[Lightman]

Angel all but melted into the centre of the mattress, limbs draped in silk and softness, while Jamie lingered at the boundary like a gentleman poised at the threshold of an invitation. Madeline felt the quiet pressure of his hand again in her memory, the tender squeeze he had offered before releasing her, and a ripple of satisfaction warmed her chest. It was rare to encounter someone who understood the language of touch as fully as the language of spectacle. Jamie’s awareness was keen; his intuition sharper still. He had recognised the intention behind this space without her needing to utter a word. That alone pleased her more than she cared to show.

His remark about artistry stirred a soft hum of approval in her throat. “Then you are precisely where you ought to be.” Madeline’s voice was kept low, a quiet caress beneath the din of the venue. “Wrestling is a conversation as much as it is a contest. Some speak plainly. Others...” her eyes flicked from Jamie’s calm poise to Angel’s languid sprawl “...prefer a more poetic tongue. It is refreshing to meet partners who understand that beauty and brutality often breathe best in the same room.” She allowed the corners of her mouth to lift as she continued. “And if you create something worthy of my attention, I shall repay you in kind. I do not seek perfection. Only sincerity.”

Angel’s quip about singing drew her gaze with a playful spark. There was something intoxicating about the way he moved, the way he curled his words with laughter and suggestion. Madeline stepped closer to the pit, hands clasped lightly at her waist. “Singing, is it?” The Englishwoman echoed with a soft, lilting tease. “My dear, if you plan to break into song during our match, you had better hope your partner can carry a harmony. I would hate to be the only one on the right note.” Her tone was warm, but beneath it lay the faintest glimmer of challenge. They liked to play. She liked to push back.

Jamie stepped onto the mattress with the deliberate grace she expected, his thigh-high socks brushing softly against the fabric. She watched him with open curiosity, taking in the contrast between his composed presence and Angel’s exuberant looseness. When the pair exchanged that silent look at her earlier question, she felt an answering spark of interest kindle beneath her ribs. She had seen many teams in her time. Few communicated without speaking. Even fewer did so while wearing their personas like silk on skin. “You two are very confident in your mystery.” Madeline noted, her voice soft but edged with amusement. “I cannot decide whether that is bold or generous. Perhaps it is both.”

Then they each extended a hand to her, one at her left, one at her right. The invitation was wordless yet unmistakable. Madeline paused only for the length of a single breath, letting the moment steep. Their silhouettes framed her beautifully, like a tableau painted to tempt the viewer toward its centre. She placed a hand in Jamie’s first, then in Angel’s, her fingers curling lightly around theirs. The shift in balance as they prepared to guide her onto the mattress made the air feel suddenly intimate, the closeness that hinted at both danger and delight. “Very well.” she murmured, stepping forward with deliberate grace. “If you are so eager to welcome me into my domain, I will not deny you. But do remember…” her gaze lifted to each of them in turn, calm yet alight “…once I am on that bed, you will find I am not nearly as gentle as the sheets.”

[ADarlingDucky]

With both Jamie and Angel taking their place on the all-encompassing mattress, the effeminate men would turn back to Madeline, who stood at the edge and eyed them with both curiosity and amusement in equal measure, clearly sizing them up in multiple facets. That was fine for the men, who stood ready and willing to meet her gaze, while also reaching out to offer her a hand to step down onto the mattress, with Madeline stepping forward and reaching out to let them take hold of her hands, with a gentle and intimate touch. Along with that touch came a warning however, Madeline reminding the two of them that she was here with a purpose, and it was not only to bask in the softness of the mattress. Jamie and Angel exchanged a look between one another, a wry smile forming at the corner of Jamie's mouth as another unspoken dialogue passed between them, soon turning back the brunette.

"Sounds scary... but I think that we're going to take our chances." The black haired male responded, before Angel and Jamie both gave a gentle tug on Madeline's hands, pulling her towards them and giving her a gentle turn, enough so that she would spin towards Jamie. He caught her with a quick hand to her hip, balancing her to make sure the soft surface of the mattress didn't wouldn't leave her stumbling, and pulled her flush against him, like a couple about to dance.

"After all, it wouldn't be as much fun if you were only gentle, don't you agree?" Angel chimed in, sliding up behind Madeline and pressing up against her as well. In a flash, the two men gently pressed into her on either side, with Angel placing his chin on Madeline's shoulders, big blue eyes gazing up at her face from the side, while his hands danced over her hips.

The two men had made it quite obvious they were more than prepared for Madeline to give them whatever she had, and as they sandwiched her from both sides, it was only a matter of time until one of them made the first move, and soft embraces turned into a struggle for dominance!

[Lightman]

Jamie and Angel moved first, stepping onto the oversized mat with the relaxed swagger of men who had been cheered for long enough to believe their own billing. They settled their footing, soft mattress or not, and watched her like two halves of the same idea. It was clear they were sizing her up as much as she was judging them, no hiding it. Madeline stepped forward when they offered their hands, taking each with a calm grip that looked polite but carried enough pressure to hint at strength waiting just under the surface.

Her feet sank slightly into the mats as she stepped down, the give beneath her feet prompting a small, practised shift of balance. She let the two men steady her, though they would feel the deliberate tension in her arms, a silent reminder that she did not actually need it. “Brave or foolish. I will let you decide which you are by the end of this.”

Jamie’s smirk was predictable, Angel’s knowing glance even more so. Their fingers tightened together for a shared beat before they pulled gently on her hands, guiding her forward into the soft mattress. Jamie pivoted her with a smooth twist, catching her at the hip to settle her stance. He meant it to look chivalrous. She let him have the moment because she wanted to feel how he anchored himself. His frame was lean but well-trained, with weight distributed evenly for someone who had probably spent more time posing than sprawling.

Angel’s approach from behind closed the last gap. His presence came in light and quick, positioning himself against her back with precision she noted and filed away. They braced around her like performers about to begin some choreographed lift, but she could already track their centre lines, the way their footing shifted, the subtle build of intent.

She let the pressure sit on either side of her for a heartbeat longer, long enough for them to believe they had placed her exactly where they wanted. Then her breath settled. Her frame lowered by an inch. Her hands, still resting lightly against Jamie’s ribs, curled.

“If it is fun you want, then you had better hope you stay upright.” Madeline purred, tone smooth and unhurried. “And I suppose you two have no qualms for what comes next…”

She made the first move.

Her right foot slid behind Jamie’s heel in a tight hook, the kind that could punish anyone who relied too much on the softness of the surface beneath them. At the same moment, she’d shift her weight sharply back into Angel, intending to force him to compensate. If that’s the case, that half-step of imbalance was all she needed. Her right hand would push across Jamie’s hip to turn him, her left snapping up to the inside of Angel’s forearm to break his contact before it fully set. Two movements, fast and clean.

The mattress muffled the sound of the shift but not the impact as Jamie’s balance would hopefully falter. She’d pivot away from Angel while guiding Jamie forward, aiming to drag him into a controlled spill across the mat and clear her line before either man could box her in again.

[ADarlingDucky]

Guiding Madeline onto the bed, Jamie and Angel would ensure a soft landing for her as they pulled her towards them, before they would suddenly let her slip between, both men stepping in close to press up against her from either side, letting her be sandwiched against them. They were gentle with their treatment of her, not applying any real pressure to the curvy figure that stood between them, instead opting to focus on the tension of it, as their opponent was left to figure out how best to sort this position. Jamie and Angel instead spent their time teasing her, Jamie holding onto her waist lightly, while Angel leaned against her from behind, his chin gently on her shoulder as he glanced at her from the side.

But then, Madeline would break the stalemate. It would be one quick shift, as she pushed herself backwards into Angel, forcing him off of her, while her grip on Jamie would let her suddenly turn him, the raven haired male letting out a soft gasp as he was spun and sent to the mattress! Jamie hit the mat, thankfully taking no damage because of the soft surface, but it was clear that Madeline was ready to go, as she stepped back, the two men back in full view of her. Jamie pushed himself up to his hands and knees, turning towards her, but stayed in that position, himself and Angel beginning to inch closer.

"Not in the mood to cuddle?" Angel teased, as he and Jamie slowly moved in, the raven haired male much lower, giving Madeline two different angles to worry about.

"Suppose she'd rather get a little rough... we don't mind of course!" Jamie said, before he'd suddenly get his feet underneath him, enough to spring forwards, a low dive that sent him straight at the legs of their opponent! Angel would move in behind, looking to either grab hold of Madeline and push her over if Jamie managed to tie up her legs, or grab hold of her in a lockup if he didn't, to give him some time to land and try again!

[Lightman]

The moment they closed in again, Madeline’s smile returned, slow and knowing. “Cuddles are charming.” She said lightly, eyes flicking between their levels as she adjusted her stance on the yielding surface. “But this place asks for intention. And a bit of nerve.” The mattress shifted beneath her feet as she widened her base, knees soft, hips ready. Now Madeline can see them adjusting to something deeper than their lust, the way Jamie prowled low while Angel hovered with that coiled readiness behind. It was a familiar problem, one she relished solving.

When Jamie shot in, she reacted without haste. Her hips snapped back in a clean sprawl, thighs heavy and decisive as she threw her weight down and back, denying him her legs entirely. One forearm came across the back of his shoulders, just enough to redirect him, while her other hand found his upper arm to keep him extended. The softness beneath them gave the threat of instability, but she compensated by angling her body diagonally, toes digging in, balance reclaimed through posture rather than force.

Angel’s surge met preparation rather than surprise. Madeline would roll her shoulder through the contact and begin to thread a tight overhook, her forearm braced and elbow heavy as she’d anchor his arm to her side. The English Rose pivoted sharply on the ball of her foot, hoping to use Jamie’s stalled momentum as a makeshift barrier rather than retreating from it. With a controlled pull and a twist of her hips, she’d guide Angel forward and down, in an attempt to steal his balance, turning his eagerness into a liability.

If all goes well, Madeline would not let the moment breathe. As Angel dipped, Madeline would follow him to the mattress, knee slicing between his legs as she settled her weight low and close, chest aligned to shoulder. With one arm cinched around his upper body while the other framed against the duvet, her posture was compact and deliberate. Jamie’s presence remained in her periphery, but she'd angle her hips just enough to keep him at bay, her base wide and stable despite the softness beneath them.

[ADarlingDucky]

Jamie and Angel advanced together, but it seemed that Madeline was dead set on keeping the two men both in her vision, widening her stance as they approached her, with Jamie and Angel clearly looking to divide her attention. Still, when the two finally came in, it was met with another firm refusal to budge from Madeline, who sprawled as Jamie dove at her, managing to get hold of him and ward him off before he could truly make that much contact with her, sprawling and making sure he couldn't get near her legs. Instead of fighting her for them, however, he would roll away when it became clear that she had stopped him, pulling himself away from Madeline to get out of the way as Angel also moved in towards her.

The brunette was prepared for him too, as she caught him on the way in, grabbing hold of him and suddenly twisting her hips, pulling him in close while guiding him down, Angel now losing any of the leverage that he could have had. And yet, for some reason, Angel didn't seem at all bothered by the position. In fact, as Madeline attempted to guide him, he would reach out and simply wrap his limbs around her, legs to hers while his arms looked to catch her in the closest thing that he could to an embrace, as if the two weren't vying for control!

"Hold me!" He teased, crying it out as if he were a lost lover. It wasn't for nothing though, as Jamie slipped behind Angel, looking to let the blonde distract her as the plan shifted to something more unorthodox!

"Stay riiiiiiight there..." Jamie mused to himself, before he would suddenly surge forwards, and throw himself directly into Angel! Jamie was going to tackle his own partner, letting Angel absorb an impact in the middle, something that certainly would give him quite the squish, but might also finally catch Madeline unaware, as she would end up being shoved back by the additional impact, bringing all three down to the mat if it worked!