So I did a challenge in which my Tumblr followers submitted one word for me to include in a 400-word drabble. Those words are bolded. The title of this drabble is Roleplay.

Courfeyrac leaned over to unbuckle a trembling suit-clad Jehan. "Come now, Monsieur, surely a man of your beauty familiar with the principles of sex?" He crooned, running a black-gloved finger down his jawline.

"Not through these means, no," Jehan replied, his voice shaking.

"You must be wondering why I've invited you here," he continued, his voice smooth as silk, "Quite considerate of you to come, though, on such short notice."

Jehan clenched his eyes closed and took in a labored breath. "You have mylover hostage; it's not like I have much of a choice. You've blackmailed me into this, Lupin."

In response, Courfeyrac hummed contentedly. "Blackmail? Monsieur, I'd beg to differ. No matter, though; come inside." And with that, Courfeyrac ushered Jehan out of the sleek black car. He strode silently toward the door, Jehan in tow. He opened the door for the smaller man, and placed a gloved hand on the small of his back as he walked inside. "Please, come this way."

Jehan gulped and followed him through the kitchen. Courfeyrac lifted him up onto the counter next to a plate of fine cheeses and a bottle of wine, so he was straddling him. "Tell me, Arsène, why have you brought me here?" Jehan demanded, albeit a bit timid.

Courfeyrac tsk-ed, shaking his head slowly. "Dear Monsieur, did you really think I would bring you this whole way just so I could tell you my plan?"

"I was hoping I could convince you to tell me," Jehan hummed in response, becoming so bold as to tuck a brown ringlet out of the brunet's face.

"Oh, you know how I adore your nerve. I concede. Are you familiar with the process of transubstantiation?" Asked Courfeyrac, one of his eyebrows arching up. His sultry brown eyes betrayed no emotion – only seduction.

Jehan bit his lip, but ultimately couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles. "I can't do it anymore!" He laughed.

Courfeyrac scowled. "Damn! I was so in-character, though!" He cursed, although a smile shone on his lips and mirth glimmered in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just sat on a puddle of water and it's really uncomfortable," Jehan giggled, hopping off of the counter, "and now my butt is all wet."

Snickering, Courfeyrac scooped Jehan up in his arms and carried him off to the bedroom where, hallelujah, there were some comfy dry sweatpants for him to change into.