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ladynero ([info]ladynero) wrote in [info]porn_battle,
@ 2009-05-04 20:51:00

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Entry tags:mod post, prompts, round six

Round Six prompts F-L
Next Part of prompts. Again, it's Fandom, Characters, prompts. You have until May 11 to get all of the drabbles in.


FAKE Dee/Ryo or Rose/Ryo bondage, gun play
Fallout 3 female!Lone Wanderer/Butch I'll show you a real tunnel snake
Fantastic Four (movieverse) Silver Surfer/Human Torch “My service spares my world and the one I love.” “Then why did you help us?” “You remind me of him.”
Fantastic Four (movieverse) Silver Surfer/Human Torch “Thought you could use a hand.”
Fantastic Four (movieverse) Silver Surfer/Human Torch playing in the sky
Fatal Frame Kirie/Miku bondage, “the rope-shrine maiden”
Fatal Frame II Itsuki/Mutsuki exploration, there are a lot of hidden places in Minakami Village.
Fatal Frame II Itsuki/Mutsuki kissing, the crimson ritual
Fatal Frame II Mio(Yae)/Tachibana Itsuki desperation, “I want you to live the life my brother and I could not."
Fatal Frame II Mio/Mayu masochism, the things we deserve
Fatal Frame III Miku/Rei defense, things in the house
Final Fantasy IV Edge/Any “Come all you madmen, join in the sound.”
Final Fantasy IV Kain/Rydia heartbreak/comfort
Final Fantasy IV Kain/Rydia moving on
Final Fantasy IV Kain/Rydia second best
Final Fantasy IX Amarant/Freya competition
Final Fantasy IX Amarant/Freya romance
Final Fantasy IX Freya/Beatrix good eye
Final Fantasy Tactics Agrias/Ovelia protector
Final Fantasy Tactics Alma/Ovelia sleeping beauty
Final Fantasy Tactics Delita/Ovelia royalty
Final Fantasy Tactics Mustadio/Ramza above his station
Final Fantasy Tactics Ramza/Delita hands and knees
Final Fantasy V Faris/Bartz more of a man than you'll ever be
Final Fantasy V Faris/Lenna crossdressing
Final Fantasy V Faris/Lenna incest
Final Fantasy V Faris/Lenna welcome home
Final Fantasy V Faris/Reina a good pirate makes a terrible savior
Final Fantasy V Faris/Reina crossdressing/mistaken identity
Final Fantasy V Faris/Reina discovery
Final Fantasy V Faris/Reina letting your fingers do the walking
Final Fantasy V Faris/Reina sex toys
Final Fantasy VI Cyan/Gau animal impulse
Final Fantasy VI Cyan/Gau exploration
Final Fantasy VI Cyan/Gau mutual masturbation
Final Fantasy VI Cyan/Gau nothing he ever expected
Final Fantasy VI Cyan/Gau voyeurism
Final Fantasy VI Edgar/Sabin twincest, first time
Final Fantasy VI Sabin/Celes searching
Final Fantasy VI Sabin/Gau more fun than he's had in a long time
Final Fantasy VI Sabin/Shadow ghost touches
Final Fantasy VI Sabin/Shadow tenderly
Final Fantasy VI Setzer/Celes fine art
Final Fantasy VI Setzer/Terra flying
Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Any “blossoming or dancing where / The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.”
Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Cloud genderswitch materia, bending him over in the garden of her church
Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud everyone genderswitched
Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Tifa plenty of excuses
Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Zack flower power
Final Fantasy VII Angeal Copy/Aerith unintentional mount position
Final Fantasy VII Angeal/Cloud Lifestream, "Not who I was expecting..."
Final Fantasy VII Angeal/Cloud when the Puppy’s away…
Final Fantasy VII Angeal/Sephiroth/Genesis Anthro AU
Final Fantasy VII Angeal/Zack unacceptable
Final Fantasy VII AngealCopy!Lazard/Zack "I couldn't tell for a for a minute there..."
Final Fantasy VII any SOLDIER(s) orgy/rough sex, “We will, we will, rock you!”
Final Fantasy VII Anyone/Zack open wide
Final Fantasy VII Barret/Cloud fighting/fucking for money, “It’s just another way of selling myself.”
Final Fantasy VII Barret/Cloud tough guy
Final Fantasy VII Cid/Tifa comfort
Final Fantasy VII Cid/Tifa tying up loose ends
Final Fantasy VII Cid/Yuffie “We're starting fires / Nobody can see”
Final Fantasy VII Cissnei/Aerith watching
Final Fantasy VII Cloud submission, he likes the secret power of this, when his partner thinks they’re in control
Final Fantasy VII Cloud weaponkink, fucking himself with the Buster Sword
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Aerith not quite himself
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/SHM like being with him again, unable to resist temptation
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa AU, Cloud as vampire XD. (Would especially love psychic sex.)
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa battlefield sex
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa broken glasses
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa can't get enough
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa dry-humping
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa from behind
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa Genital piercings. Hojo didn't give him a tattoo, but he had other markings.
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa goggles, gloves, leather and hurried
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa hurt/comfort, captured
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa in the kitchen
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa like the poppy field, except it's sex pollen
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa Possessive and demanding. "Say my name."
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa publicly or semi-pubicly
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa Talked into coming/orgasm without touch
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa Toys and teasing
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa Voyeur (someone else watching them)
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa/Aerith All night long
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa/Aerith Sharing
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa/Zack double penetration
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Vincent living forever
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Yuffie to catch a thief
Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Angeal hurt/comfort
Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Cloud "I've got a package for you to deliver."
Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Cloud "what's the appeal?"
Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Sephiroth/Angeal Mother's wayward sons
Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Zack cats and dogs
Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Zack not a dog person
Final Fantasy VII Jenova/Angeal "Why not?"
Final Fantasy VII Kadaj/Loz/Yazoo synesthesia, seeing, hearing, tasting each other at all times
Final Fantasy VII Kadaj/Yazoo/Loz come untouched, “tell me again about our ‘nii-san.”
Final Fantasy VII Reno/Cloud fisting, “Gonna bend you over and shove my whole hand in you, babe.”
Final Fantasy VII Reno/Cloud motorcycle sex
Final Fantasy VII Rude/Elena insomnia
Final Fantasy VII Rude/Elena subtlety
Final Fantasy VII Rude/Elena tears are a heart's nosebleed
Final Fantasy VII Rude/Reno “Don't mess up the chopper!”
Final Fantasy VII Rude/Reno crazy idiot
Final Fantasy VII Rude/Reno office pranks
Final Fantasy VII Rude/Tifa without words
Final Fantasy VII Rufus/Tseng shove a potion up your ass
Final Fantasy VII Sephiroth/Angeal + Genesis jealous voyeur!Genesis enjoys the show despite himself...
Final Fantasy VII Sephiroth/Cloud blasphemy, “I believe in one G-d, the Father Almighty”
Final Fantasy VII Sephiroth/Cloud over the bike
Final Fantasy VII Sephiroth/Cloud/SHM brothers forever
Final Fantasy VII Sephiroth/Kadaj one piece of me
Final Fantasy VII Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud pet play, just another training session
Final Fantasy VII SHM/Cloud tying Nii-san up and showing him how they played together
Final Fantasy VII Tifa/Cloud(/Aeris/Zack) sex outside
Final Fantasy VII Tifa/Rude matching strengths
Final Fantasy VII Tifa/Rude on the side
Final Fantasy VII Tifa/Shalua drinks, drunkness, "Things always look better after a few rounds."
Final Fantasy VII Turks/Cloud gang-bang, “Welcome back to ShinRa.”
Final Fantasy VII Vincent’s Demons/Cloud xenokink, dealing with ALL the aspects of his lover
Final Fantasy VII Vincent/Cloud BDSM, “by blood and willing surrender”
Final Fantasy VII Vincent/Yuffie “Dreadful as hermits' dreams in haunted shades.”
Final Fantasy VII Vincent/Yuffie obsession
Final Fantasy VII Vincent/Yuffie sweet tea
Final Fantasy VII Vincent/Yuffie when the sun goes down
Final Fantasy VII Yazoo/Kadaj/Loz methods of control, “For your own good”
Final Fantasy VII Young Hollander/Hojo "Hate you, too."
Final Fantasy VII Yuffie/Elena "I'll sing a sweeter song tomorrow."
Final Fantasy VII Yuffie/Shalua "I know I have no right to say this, but... You need to let it go."
Final Fantasy VII Yuffie/Tifa "Don't you think I know when you're lying by now?"
Final Fantasy VII Yuffie/Tifa “If you haven't gambled for love then you haven't gambled at all.”
Final Fantasy VII Yuffie/Tifa theft, punishment
Final Fantasy VII Zack/Aerith/Cloud ghost sex, all alone in the church
Final Fantasy VII Zack/Aerith/Cloud pegging, he liked to watch her reduce Cloud to a writhing mess
Final Fantasy VII Zack/Angeal overdue breaktime
Final Fantasy VII Zack/Cloud anthro, like cats and dogs
Final Fantasy VII Zack/Cloud mockumentary, Taming the Wild Cadet
Final Fantasy VII Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris sharing a house (and bed!)
Final Fantasy VIII Irvine/Any “Under your skin feels like home.”
Final Fantasy VIII Irvine/Squall aftermath of a battle, adrenaline
Final Fantasy VIII Kiros/Laguna let me help you
Final Fantasy VIII Laguna/Quistis liaison
Final Fantasy VIII Laguna/Squall damned if we do and damned if we don't
Final Fantasy VIII Quistis/Any "To free the hollow heart from pain."
Final Fantasy VIII Quistis/Fujin Bloodplay
Final Fantasy VIII Quistis/Fujin public sex
Final Fantasy VIII Quistis/Selphie "Just shut up for a minute and lay still."
Final Fantasy VIII Seifer/Quistis bad boy of summer
Final Fantasy VIII Seifer/Quistis not second best
Final Fantasy X Any/Shiva "Rend this hard lake haunted beneath the ice."
Final Fantasy X Auron "Bury deep, bury deep, where the dead men sleep."
Final Fantasy X Gippal/Yuna desert flowers
Final Fantasy X Lulu/Auron experience
Final Fantasy X Lulu/Rikku "Now awful Beauty puts on all its arms."
Final Fantasy X Nooj/Paine atone
Final Fantasy X Paine/Yuna an alternate way of curing Silence
Final Fantasy X Rikku/Gippal Al-Behd mating rituals
Final Fantasy X Rikku/Gippal Exotic oils and silken ties
Final Fantasy X Rikku/Yuna a moment of peace
Final Fantasy X Tidus/Shuyin alike
Final Fantasy X Yuna/Lenne we both knew
Final Fantasy X Yuna/Tidus "Aching after something wilder."
Final Fantasy X Yuna/Tidus walking in the rain
Final Fantasy XII Ashe/Fran fealty
Final Fantasy XII Ashe/Fran rough sex
Final Fantasy XII Ashe/Fran/Penelo cold
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Basch fisting
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Basch hairpulling
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Basch morning sex
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Fran "knife-edged gift"
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Fran "She's a siren down the road."
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Fran playing by ear
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Fran spreader bars
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Fran/Penelo "Can you see how many fingers I have here?"
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Fran/Penelo "I don't care what you think."
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Fran/Penelo toxicity
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Vaan "It gets easier with time."
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Vaan plundering booty
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Vaan regret
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Vaan tension
Final Fantasy XII Balthier/Vaan/Basch open door
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Ashe "I own up to my misdeeds."
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Balthier coming home
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Balthier leaving marks
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Balthier not as drunk as you think
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Penelo "sixteen is dying"
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Penelo courting
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Penelo dancing girl
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Vaan first time
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Vaan guilt
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Vaan seduction
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Vossler rimming
Final Fantasy XII Basch/Vossler sunburns
Final Fantasy XII Fran/Vossler pegging
Final Fantasy XII Gabranth/Drace body worship
Final Fantasy XII Gabranth/Vossler bondage
Final Fantasy XII Penelo/Any Espers, "That we've broken their statues / ...doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead."
Final Fantasy XII Penelo/Vaan like an old friend
Final Fantasy XII Vayne/Larsa denied orgasm, "kid gloves"
Final Fantasy XII Vayne/Larsa somnophilia, “Good night, and sweet dreams”
Final Fantasy XII Zecht/Zargabaath cowboys AU
Final Fantasy XII Zecht/Zargabaath teaching old dogs new tricks
Fire and Hemlock Thomas/Polly nowhere
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn Ike/Soren jealousy
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn Ike/Soren strategy
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn Oscar/Kieran competition
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn Rhys/Titania comfort
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Elincia/Lucia/Geoffrey service
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Ike/Soren Sothe as voyeur unaware the other two know
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Naesala/Leanne freedom
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Sothe/Micaiah sacred
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Tanith/Marcia punishment
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Tibarn/Naesala earning forgiveness
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Tibarn/Reyson complementary
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Tibarn/Reyson in flight
Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken Kent/Lyn things that shouldn't be
Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken Kent/Sain not fooling anyone
Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken Kent/Sain setting an example
Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken Serra/Erk alternate uses for a staff
Firefly Jayne/Simon bandage
Firefly Jayne/Simon clean
Firefly Jayne/Simon control
Firefly Jayne/Simon cooperation
Firefly Jayne/Simon dinner
Firefly Jayne/Simon wound
Firefly Mal/Simon chain of command
Firefly Mal/Simon part of the crew
Firefly Mal/Simon some wounds never heal
Firefly Mal/Zoe/Wash sharing the stories
Firely Mal/Kaylee substitutes
Flapjack Flapjack/Sandy sugar rush
FLCL Haruko/Mamimi sex under the night stars
FLCL Haruko/Mamimi sleepover at Naota's while he's out
FLCL Haruko/Naota "This isn't what I meant when I said you should find something else to do."
Four Constables, The (comicverse) Cold Blooded/Emotionless his legs didn’t matter—Eldest Brother was perfect
Fringe Walter/Astrid "she blinded me with science"
Fringe Astrid/Olivia "I'm fine." (even though the person is not)
Fringe Astrid/Olivia after hours in the lab
Fruits Basket Arisa/Kyoko "I can't help it - you're my idol."
Fruits Basket Arisa/Saki/Tohru hot summer's night
Fruits Basket Kazuma/Hana cradle
Fruits Basket Kazuma/Hana meeting the in-laws
Fruits Basket Kazuma/Hana no complaints here
Fruits Basket Kazuma/Hana save the last dance for me
Fruits Basket Kazuma/Hana white lace
Fruits Basket Kyo/Yuki "Don't you know when to quit?"
Fruits Basket Kyo/Yuki "Not another word, Cat."
Fruits Basket Momiji/Haru "Not until you promise to be gentler then last time."
Fruits Basket Momiji/Haru cow bell, bunny ears, "I'll take whatever I want."
Fruits Basket Saki/Tohru "May I have some more?"
Fruits Basket Saki/Tohru "Sometimes I can't help but smile."
Fruits Basket Saki/Tohru nightmares, shared bed
Fruits Basket Tohru/Kisa "All I wanted to hear you say was my name."
Fruits Basket Tohru/Kyo "You can still kiss me."
Fullmetal Alchemist Ed/Al like a vine around you
Fullmetal Alchemist Ed/Al no one else
Fullmetal Alchemist Ed/Ling forever and a day
Fullmetal Alchemist Ed/Ling sharing a bed
Fullmetal Alchemist Greed/Lust wants and needs
Fullmetal Alchemist Izumi/any misspent youth
Fullmetal Alchemist Maes/Roy argue
Fullmetal Alchemist Maes/Roy power play
Fullmetal Alchemist Maes/Roy rough
Fullmetal Alchemist Maes/Roy understand
Fullmetal Alchemist Maes/Roy war
Fullmetal Alchemist Roy/Ed spun out of control
Fullmetal Alchemist Roy/Ed the world held between our hands
Fullmetal Alchemist Winry/Paninya not like other girls
Fullmetal Alchemist Winry/Roy he needs the pain
Fushigi Yuugi Chichiri/Taski beauty
Fushigi Yuugi Chichiri/Taski flames
Fushigi Yuugi Chichiri/Taski fox mask
Fushigi Yuugi Chichiri/Taski scar
Fushigi Yuugi Chichiri/Taski spells
Fushigi Yuugi Nakago/Hotohori diplomacy
Fushigi Yuugi Nakago/Tamahome control
Fushigi Yuugi Nakago/Tamahome kiss
Fushigi Yuugi Nakago/Tamahome pity
Fushigi Yuugi Nakago/Tamahome slave
Fushigi Yuugi Nakago/Tamahome strikingly beautiful
Fushigi Yuugi Suboshi/Amiboshi bond
Fushigi Yuugi Suboshi/Amiboshi rain
Fushigi Yuugi Suzaku/Hotohori divine visitation
Fushigi Yuugi Suzaku/Seiryuu kiss and make up
Fushigi Yuugi Taka/Miaka/Tamahome double penetration
Fushigi Yuugi Taka/Miaka/Tamahome each trying to be more real than the other

Ghostbusters Egon/Ray comfort
Ghostbusters Egon/Ray I thought we'd lost you,
Ghostbusters Egon/Ray restraints
Ghostbusters Peter/Egon the things Egon builds in his lab that no one ever sees
Ghostbusters (cartoonverse) Peter/Ray sex while possessed
Gintama Gintoki/Kagura eyes like yours
Gintama Gintoki/Kagura having you all to myself
Gintama Gintoki/Kagura in disguise
Gintama Gintoki/Kagura the other woman
Gintama Gintoki/Kagura too comfortable
Gintama Gintoki/Kyubei crossing boundaries
Gintama Okita/Kagura all grown up
Gintama Okita/Kagura don'tcha wish your girlfriend was...
Gintama Okita/Kagura I'm in your (noun), (verb)-ing your (noun)
Gintama Okita/Kagura jealousy
Girl Genius Agatha/Gil tumbling down
Girl Genius Gil/Zola beautiful and brainless
Girl Genius Zeetha/Agatha closer than lovers
Girlfriends Akko/Mari graduation
Girlfriends Akko/Mari have you seen my bra?
Girlfriends Akko/Mari telling everyone
Gokusen Shin/Kumiko a real man
Gokusen (drama) Yankumi/Sawatari-kyoto some bizarre kind of intertwined destiny
Great Gatsby, The Nick/Gatsby golden sun
Great Gatsby, The Nick/Gatsby lakeside view
Great Gatsby, The Nick/Gatsby white wine
Guilty Gear Jam/Milia food fight
Guilty Gear Jam/Milia memory
Guilty Gear Jam/Milia scent
Guilty Gear Johnny/May skinny-dipping
Guilty Gear Ky/Bridget confessional
Guilty Gear Ky/Bridget where is God?
Guilty Gear Robo-Ky/Bridget electrocution
Guilty Gear Robo-Ky/Bridget not programmed for emotion
Guilty Gear Sol/Sin breathplay
Gundam Wing Duo/Relena/Heero what you can do in a cockpit
Gundam Wing Duo/Wufei drowning out the screams
Gundam Wing Noin/Zechs boots
Gundam Wing Noin/Zechs desk
Gundam Wing Noin/Zechs pegging
Gundam Wing Quatre/Trowa buisness suit
Gundam Wing Quatre/Trowa stockholder's meeting
Gundam Wing Relena/Heero voyuerism
Gundam Wing Treize/Une phonesex
Gundam Wing Treize/Une that insurmountable distance
Gundam Wing Treize/Une/Zechs (order irrelevant) ghosts and secrets
Gundam Wing Zechs/Une surrogates
Gungrave Harry/Brandon "Love is war."
Gungrave Harry/Brandon "The animal of my body."

Hairspray Corny/IQ behind the scenes
Hairspray Corny/Link Link's doing it to advance his career, Corny may or may not have actual feelings for him.
Hairspray (2007 movie) Seaweed/Link motion
Hairspray (2007 movie) Seaweed/Link voice
Hajime no Ippo Aoki/Kimura black leather and motorcycles
Hajime no Ippo Aoki/Kimura frog
Hajime no Ippo Aoki/Kimura youth
Hajime no Ippo Eiji/Takamura age
Hajime no Ippo Kimura/Aoki breaking up
Hajime no Ippo Kimura/Aoki cigarettes
Hajime no Ippo Miyata/Ippo blush
Hajime no Ippo Miyata/Ippo innocent
Hajime no Ippo Miyata/Ippo secret
Hajime no Ippo Vorg/any Russia
Hana Yori Dango Nishikado/Domyouji/Tsukushi backseat of a car
Hana Yori Dango Tsukushi/Nishikado punishment
Hana Yori Dango Tsukushi/Nishikado stealing
Harry Potter Bill Weasley/Neville hush hush
Harry Potter Bill Weasley/Neville sparkles
Harry Potter Draco/Cho crying in the bathroom
Harry Potter Draco/Harry Quidditch
Harry Potter Draco/Ron "Delicious."
Harry Potter Draco/Ron "If you keep looking at me like that, we're never going to get anywhere."
Harry Potter Draco/Ron adultery
Harry Potter Draco/Ron lies
Harry Potter Draco/Ron truth
Harry Potter Harry & Severus change will come
Harry Potter Harry/Draco house unity
Harry Potter Harry/Severus cold December
Harry Potter Hermione/Luna "Don't say it like that."
Harry Potter Hermione/Lupin ancient studies
Harry Potter Hermione/Lupin can be dressed up but can't be taken out
Harry Potter Hermione/Pansy/Luna "I swear, she can't stay when this is over." (either Hermione or Pansy say it in reference to Luna)
Harry Potter Hermione/Ron don't make me wait
Harry Potter Luna/Ginny “You weren't kidding!”
Harry Potter Luna/Hermione solving
Harry Potter Lupin/Severus full moon
Harry Potter Neville/Kingsley Shacklebolt home cooking
Harry Potter Padma/Parvati mirrors
Harry Potter Pansy/Luna a dare, pushing, non-con
Harry Potter Severus/Remus hurt/comfort
Harry Potter Tom/Harry in the Chamber of Secrets, more than a memory
Harsh Realm Hobbes/Pinocchio need
Harsh Realm Inga/Sophie skin
Haunting in Connecticut, The Peter/Wendy he's drunk-- again
Hellblazer John/Chas demons made them do it
Hellblazer John/Chas more things in heaven and earth
Hellraiser Pinhead/Kirsty accepting the inevitable
Hercules (Disney) Hercules/Meg ambrosia
Hercules (Disney) Hercules/Meg explaining
Hercules (Disney) Hercules/Meg what it means to be gentle
Hikaru no Go Ogata/Isumi hiding from Kubawara
Hikaru no Go Ogata/Shindou developing a new obsession
Hikaru no Go Ogata/Shindou seeking answers
Hikaru no Go Shindou/Touya puberty is a most troublesome demon
Hikaru no Go Waya/Isumi practice makes perfect
Hikaru no Go Yashiro/Hikaru agitated
Honey and Clover Ayu/Hagu experimentation
Honey and Clover Ayu/Hagu mutual admiration
Hotelier Edward Kikuchi/Mizusawa Keigo am I the only sane person in this entire hotel?
Hotelier Edward Kikuchi/Mizusawa Keigo I want my ice-cold bastard of a boss back
Hotelier Edward Kikuchi/Mizusawa Keigo okay boss
House Cuddy/Cameron mothering
House Cuddy/Cameron our favorite argument
House Cuddy/Cameron talking about House
House Foremen/Thirteen pride
House House/Cuddy/Wilson soap oprea

iCarly Carly/Sam "Tell me you've never noticed me looking before."
iCarly Carly/Sam biting
iCarly Carly/Sam forgotten camera that's on
iCarly Carly/Sam/Freddie spending the night in the iCarly studio, "Did you seriously think I would let you kiss me again?"
Immortal Regis Serin/Jae Hyuk from the beginning
Immortal Regis Serin/Jae Hyuk mine
Immortal Regis Serin/Jae Hyuk mix and match
Immortal Regis Serin/Jae Hyuk perfect misunderstanding
Immortal Regis Serin/Jae Hyuk self-centered
Incredible Hulk, The (2008) Emil Blonsky/Bruce Banner vulnerability
Incredibles, The Violet/Mirage a lot has changed but you're the same
Incredibles, The Violet/Mirage legendary
Incredibles, The Violet/Mirage phase
Iono-sama the Fanatics Aida/Kas blindfold, "Stop playing around, Kas!"
Iono-sama the Fanatics Aida/Kas memories, "I swear that wasn't on purpose."
Iono-sama the Fanatics Eto/Kas "I should have welcomed you sooner, but I've been busy."
Iono-sama the Fanatics Iono/Eto obsession, "My love is eternal, no matter who may enter our lives."
Iono-sama the Fanatics Iono/Oue "I kind of wish I had given in sooner."
Iron Man Tony/Tony alternate, clone, dimension, whoops

Jak and Daxter Erroll/Torn power-play
Jak and Daxter Erroll/Torn uptight
Juno Paulie/Juno banter
Juno Paulie/Juno other than Tic-Tacs
Juno Paulie/Juno our baby

Kaiba Kaiba/Vanilla "what am I doing?"
Kaiba Kaiba/Vanilla body
Kaiba Popo/Niro copy-paste
Kaiji Endou/Kaiji bad luck
Kaiji Kaiji/Sahara comfortsex
Kaiji Kazuya/Kaiji I swear this is the last time
Kamikaze Girls Momoko/Ichigo “Don’t you dare ruin my dress from Baby!”
Kamikaze Girls Momoko/Ichigo hand up your skirt
Kamikaze Girls Momoko/Ichigo peel off the tacky exterior and Ichigo was really quite pretty
Kashimashi~Girl Meets Girl Hazumu/Tomari/Yasuna brilliance
Kashimashi~Girl Meets Girl Hazumu/Tomari/Yasuna first comes love then comes
Kashimashi~Girl Meets Girl Hazumu/Tomari/Yasuna summers
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Gokudera/Tsuna a long night
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Gokudera/Tsuna brighter than the sun
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Gokudera/Tsuna tattoos
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Hibari/Gokudera carnivores
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Hibari/Gokudera dark and bitter
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Hibari/Gokudera under the same roof
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Hibari/Tsuna/Mukuro animals
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Hibari/Tsuna/Mukuro one up-manship
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Reborn/Tsuna damned if you do, damned if you don't
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Reborn/Tsuna indulgence
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! TYL!Colonello/TYL!Lambo good cop, bad cop
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! TYL!Colonello/TYL!Lambo repeating mistakes
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Xanxus/Gokudera ex-boyfriends
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Xanxus/Gokudera vices and devices
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Xanxus/Gokudera we do it better
Kill Bill Beatrix Kiddo/O-Ren Ishii honor among snakes
Kill Bill O-Ren Ishii/Sofie Fatale best friends
Kim Possible Kim/Shego sex in the rain
Kim Possible Kim/Shego truce, fighting for dominance, "I plan to put your mouth to better use."
Kimi wa Petto Sumire/Momo good boy
Kimi wa Petto Sumire/Momo training
King of Thorns Marco/Kasumi friday blues
King of Thorns Marco/Kasumi not Adam and Eve
King of Thorns Marco/Kasumi our solemn hour
King of Thorns Marco/Kasumi shy that way
King of Thorns Marco/Kasumi what will be
Kingdom Hearts any mpreg, it was weird that he was pregnant, but really kind of sexy at the same time
Kingdom Hearts any tentacle sex
Kingdom Hearts Axel/Demyx steam
Kingdom Hearts Kairi/Naminé sweet dreams are made of this
Kingdom Hearts Kairi/Riku/Sora “I think we need a bigger bed.”
Kingdom Hearts Kairi/Riku/Sora tangled in the sheets
Kingdom Hearts Leon/Aerith He reminded her of a couple someones... Or was it the other way around?
Kingdom Hearts Leon/Aerith/Cloud washing, being playful for once instead of far too serious.
Kingdom Hearts Leon/Cloud animalistic behavior, pinning him down and marking his skin until everyone understands the message of, “Go the fuck away.”
Kingdom Hearts Roxas/Hayner true things
Kingdom Hearts Seifer/Hayner pour me another shot Devil
Kingdom Hearts Sephiroth/Cloud extreme dubcon (but not quite noncon), using all sorts of sex toys
Kingdom Hearts Sephiroth/Cloud hatesex, “Even in this they were trying to kill each other”
Kingdom Hearts Sephiroth/Riku/Cloud wing kink
Kingdom Hearts Sephiroth/Riku/Cloud wings, was it really a threesome, when two of them were the same soul?
Kingdom Hearts Yuna/Rikku/Paine/Leon "Someone told us you had treasure!"
Kingdom Hearts Zack/Cloud worshipful actions, he had to reassure himself that it was real
Kings David Shepherd/Jack Benjamin forbidden
Kings David Shepherd/Jack Benjamin leather
Kings David Shepherd/Jack Benjamin naked
Kings David Shepherd/Jack Benjamin night out
Kings David Shepherd/Jack Benjamin rightful heir
Kings David Shepherd/Jack Benjamin seduce
Kings David Shepherd/Jack Benjamin vice
Kings David Shepherd/Jack Benjamin virtue
Kings David Shepherd/Silas Benjamin friend
Kings David Shepherd/Silas Benjamin god's grace
Kings David Shepherd/Silas Benjamin hide-away
Kings David Shepherd/Silas Benjamin hug
Kings David Shepherd/Silas Benjamin kneel
Kings David Shepherd/Silas Benjamin my king
Kings David Shepherd/Silas Benjamin new serenity
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Harry/Perry ammo
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Harry/Perry guns
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Harry/Perry muscles
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Harry/Perry size queen
Konjiki no Gash Bell Apollo/Kiyomaro visit
Konjiki no Gash Bell Brago/Sherry black
Konjiki no Gash Bell Brago/Sherry force
Konjiki no Gash Bell Brago/Sherry gentle
Konjiki no Gash Bell Brago/Sherry queen
Konjiki no Gash Bell Brago/Sherry strength
Konjiki no Gash Bell Gash/Tio date
Konjiki no Gash Bell Kiyomaro/Megumi grope
Konjiki no Gash Bell Kiyomaro/Megumi tell me if we’re lovers or friends
Konjiki no Gash Bell Wonrei/Li Yen forbidden
Kuroshitsuji Ash/Sebastian genderswitch non-con
Kuroshitsuji Bard, Finny, and Maylene a summer picnic out in the garden
Kuroshitsuji Bard/Finny blonds
Kuroshitsuji Bard/Finny past
Kuroshitsuji Ciel/Sebastian slave
Kuroshitsuji Grell/Sebastian you're not better than me
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel adoration
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel as you lay dying
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel AU
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel bathing and dressing
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel bitch boots
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel corsetkink
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel fear of death
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel gently towards the dawn
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel kiss
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel role reversal
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Ciel vore
Kuroshitsuji Sebastian/Girl!Ciel in a skewed universe
Kuroshitsuji William/Griell lesson
Kyou Kara Maou Adalbert/Conrad seeking solace – sharing pain
Kyou Kara Maou Adalbert/Yuuri hiding, sharing warmth
Kyou Kara Maou Bob/Conrad accepting your authority
Kyou Kara Maou Conrad/Berias mutual admiration
Kyou Kara Maou Conrad/Yuuri I shiver…
Kyou Kara Maou Gwendal/Conrad you might not believe it but I do care about you
Kyou Kara Maou Gwendal/Yuuri not to keep
Kyou Kara Maou Gwendal/Yuuri silent waters
Kyou Kara Maou José/Conrad homesick and world-weary
Kyou Kara Maou Maou!Yuuri/Conrad finally taking what he wants
Kyou Kara Maou Saralegui/Berias absolute devotion
Kyou Kara Maou Shouma/Conrad teaching him how to smile again
Kyou Kara Maou Shouri/Conrad test of loyalty
Kyou Kara Maou Shouri/Conrad what does he see in you?
Kyou Kara Maou Shouri/Jeneus seeing you for yourself
Kyou Kara Maou Shouri/Yuuri secret and sin
Kyou Kara Maou Yozak/Conrad trying out something new
Kyou Kara Maou Yozak/Conrad/Alford voyeurism and invitation

L Word, The Alice/Dana cardboard
L Word, The Alice/Dana tiniest
L Word, The Shane/Jenny we're both seriously fucked up here
Labyrinth Jareth/Toby all-grown-up
Labyrinth Jareth/Toby fae
Labyrinth Jareth/Toby he dreams of him every night, the man with the different color eyes
Labyrinth Jareth/Toby home
Labyrinth Jareth/Toby Jareth hated it above ground, but this was the the only way he could claim his Toby
Labyrinth Jareth/Toby public claiming
Labyrinth Jareth/Toby Sarah - it was never about her, she just didn't realize it
Labyrinth Jareth/Toby true consort
Lackadaisy Cats Viktor/Ivy hurt/comfort
Lackadaisy Cats Viktor/Ivy licking
Lackadaisy Cats Viktor/Ivy too young for this
Lackadaisy Cats Viktor/Mordecai the smell of gunpowder
Lackadaisy Cats Wick/Mitzi he should be scandalized, but what fun is that?
Land of the Blindfolded (Mekakushi no Kuni) Masahiro Namiki/Someya (the President) my destiny
Land of the Blindfolded (Mekakushi no Kuni) Masahiro Namiki/Someya (the President) slim chance
Land of the Blindfolded (Mekakushi no Kuni) Masahiro Namiki/Someya (the President) turn the table around
Le Chevalier d'Eon Maximilien/d'Eon(/Lia) burn this whole world down
Legal Drug Rikuo/Kazahaya I knew this would happen
Little Mermaid, The Eric/Ariel at sea
Little Women Jo/Laurie cross-dressing
Live Free or Die Hard John/Matt explosions
Live Free or Die Hard John/Matt unexpected
Long Walk McVries/Garraty 'He might as well be wearing a BEAT ME HARD sign'
Looney Tunes Elmer/Bugs Bunny crossdressing gone too far
Lord of the Rings Aragorn Five things Baby Estel learned in Imlandris
Lord of the Rings Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir dark haired sandwich
Lord of the Rings Elrond/Glorfindel scars
Lord of the Rings Estel, Elladan, and Elrohir brother!fic
Lord of the Rings Frodo/Sam/Rosy a friendly understanding
Lord of the Rings Frodo/Sam/Rosy picnics in the sunshine
Lord of the Rings Legolas white sand in Aqualonde
Lost Jack/Ben sex in the Ajira 316 bathroom on the way to the island
Lost Jack/Boone or Jack/Ben girl!Jack
Lost Jack/young Ben AU Jack saves Ben leading to an obsession, “Lolita is not an instruction manual!”
Lost Richard/Jack Jack finds Richard in '77 instead of waking up with Kate and Hurley
Loveless Kio/Soubi marked skin
Loveless Kio/Soubi never let you go
Loveless Kio/Soubi pain
Loveless Kio/Soubi watching
Loveless Natsuo and Youji/Ritsuka show us what it is to feel
Loveless Nisei/Soubi broken
Loveless Nisei/Soubi hatesex
Loveless Ritsu/Soubi bound
Loveless Ritsu/Soubi perfection
Loveless Ritsuka/Soubi obedience
Loveless Seimei/Ritsuka/Soubi how to train a Fighter
Loveless Seimei/Soubi possession
Loveless Soubi/Ritsuka adoration
Loveless Soubi/Ritsuka forbidden
Loveless Soubi/Ritsuka to know you I've forever
Lovely Complex Haruka/Seiko “Whatever, Seishiro.”
Lovely Complex Haruka/Seiko cooking
Lovely Complex Haruka/Seiko skirt
Lovely Complex Maity/Otani teacher’s pet
Lovely Complex Otani/Koizumi awkward
Lovely Complex Otani/Koizumi first time
Lovely Complex Otani/Koizumi fun



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Final Fantasy VI Sabin/Shadow ghost touches
[info]white_aster
2009-05-07 10:30 pm UTC (link)
The night after defeating Kefka, they fall into their bunks fully clothed, still covered in blood and gore, and are asleep before they hit the mattresses.

They wake stiff, sore, and direly in need of food, showers, and a crate or two of hi-potions. They spend most of the day in their room, alternately sleeping and cleaning the gear they'd been too tired to even take off the night before.

That night they can't sleep. They lie in their bunks, listening to the hum of the engine and the sound of each others' breathing, until Sabin says, "Fuck this."

Shadow's eyes open, and he reaches out to the movement he can sense but not see. His hand finds a muscled shoulder just as Sabin's fingers find his face, a ghostly, grounding touch followed by a hungry mouth and a hard wall of muscle. Shadow meets both with a ferocity that surprises him, a hunger that blots out everything but his own need and the body next to him.

The bunks are really too small for sex, especially when one of the participants is as large as Sabin, but somehow they manage, in a tight knot of limbs and mouths and grasping hands. They are endlessly inventive, fearless in the dark, and if, when they are done, some of the ghostly touches return, thankful and reassuring and fond, the dark makes sure that they need not speak of them in the morning.

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Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Cloud "what's the appeal?"
[info]aikonamika
2009-05-08 12:29 am UTC (link)
A lot of people wondered why Genesis Rhapsodos, one of the three Generals of ShinRa, one of the top three SOLDIERs, and (at least in the humble opinion of his fans) the sexiest man alive, took a lowly, plain, boring little trooper to his bed. Well, that wasn’t questioned so much, because the man had taken all sorts of people to his bed before. No, what had people’s mouths running, both in and out of ShinRa, was that not only had he taken said trooper to his bed, but that after it had happened, no one else had graced it.

The man known for flirting with just about anything that breathed had become disgustingly monogamous. And not only that, but monogamous with a nobody. It would almost have been okay if he’d gotten together permanently with Angeal, or even Sephiroth, but that little blond thing? What was the appeal of that? He was short and skinny, he wasn’t the best in his class or even particularly popular, and his hair was atrocious. How could Genesis stand to be near him and not long for other partners?

For those silly fools who didn’t get it, Genesis had two words: Cock. Sucker.

Pretty little Cloud had the most beautiful mouth that Genesis had ever seen, and despite a lack of experience, seemed to be able to figure out how to use it properly in record time. There was nothing like laying back on his red velvet couch, a glass of wine in one hand and Cloud’s hair in the other, the boy’s head bobbing fervently between Genesis’ legs. He was pale and graceful, and had somehow managed to skip out on that awkward stage that most teenagers hit, which Genesis was grateful for – it made him all the prettier to look upon. And if his hair was atrocious, then it looked even more delightfully mussed after he bent over on his bed to pound him into the mattress.

But really, it was watching him suck cock that did it for him, those lovely lips stretched wide to take him in as pale, near-invisible lashes swept downward. Occasionally he would look up to Genesis with those wide blue eyes, so earnest, so desperate to know that he was doing well. And when he was given even the slightest hint of praise…well, whatever gag reflex he might have once had was now long gone.

Maybe no one else saw Cloud’s appeal, but Genesis did; his pretty, beautiful little cocksucker.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Cloud "what's the appeal?" - [info]epitaph_skeith, 2009-05-08 02:21 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Cloud "what's the appeal?" - [info]aikonamika, 2009-05-08 02:29 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Cloud "what's the appeal?" - [info]epitaph_skeith, 2009-05-08 02:30 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Cloud "what's the appeal?" - [info]aikonamika, 2009-05-08 02:35 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII Genesis/Cloud "what's the appeal?" - [info]epitaph_skeith, 2009-05-08 02:55 am UTC
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, when the sun goes down
[info]ladynero
2009-05-08 12:41 am UTC (link)
During the day, she is the Lady of Wutai, dressed in elaborate kimonos with jewels and makeup and surrounded by those that seek her council for their problems that they could solve themselves if they had two brain cells to rub together. Many have praised her beauty and grace, honeyed words spilling out of their lips from shallow minds, hoping to flatter her into listening to them. More than once, she has driven someone off with some well chosen curses and a flurry of shuriken.

But it is in the evening, when the sun sinks below the horizon, that she can truly be free. She enters her quarters in the palace and sends the ever present ninja away, knowing he would be there to protect her if she needed it. Only when the last one was gone, only then will she turn to him with a smirk on her painted lips as she starts to remove the trappings of the Lady to become the woman again. He will pretend that he isn’t affected by the slender form that is revealed with each layer of painted silk, but she will notice the flash of amber in red eyes and the faint growl of appreciation, letting her know that everyone is enjoying her little show.

When she is finally bare to his gaze, she will walk over to the small dresser to remove the paint from her face, grimacing at the mess it makes of the water as she listens to his nearly silent footsteps. He crosses the room and starts removing pins from her hair, releasing the waist length hair from its daily confines. She had grown it out from the shorter style when he had commented once that longer hair would make her appear more mature and people would start to take her a bit more serious. She had chased him around the courtyard with a bokken for that comment, but she had still let it grow.

With the last pin on the dresser and the last bit of paint drying on a washcloth, he will wrap his arms around her waist, getting a shiver as the golden gauntlet slides across her skin to leave goosebumps behind. They will stay like that for several minutes, her relaxing in his arms and him greedily taking comfort in her presence, before one of them tugs the other over to the thick futon. Words are no longer needed between them for certain things.

After all, she’s not a girl anymore. She’s his lady.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, when the sun goes down - (Anonymous), 2009-05-08 09:37 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, when the sun goes down - [info]ladynero, 2009-05-10 08:46 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, when the sun goes down - [info]ellnyx, 2009-05-09 03:52 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, when the sun goes down - [info]ladynero, 2009-05-10 08:47 am UTC
Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Tifa plenty of excuses
[info]tainted4life
2009-05-08 06:27 am UTC (link)
When you're two of the three women in a group of men, it's very, very easy to find or make a space just for yourselves. At least when you're in civilization (when you're out of it, all bets are off). That's the fact that Tifa looks back on with a mixture of sorrow, chagrin, and humor.

Everything else? Barret's snores that carried through thin inn walls, Cid's midnight hacking coughs, Yuffie's restless, often troubled sleep? Those things, she doesn't miss.

But she does miss the ease with which she could pull Aeris into the ladies room of an Item store or point out to Yuffie how much Materia this particular shop carried while she dragged Aeris off to a forgotten corner. They kissed underneath a sale rack, once, with no one the wiser, ducked out from underneath it dusty and laughing, blushing, and Yuffie looked at them strangely but remained unaware.

She's thought of visiting those places again. Now that the world is safe, now that she can, but there are people who need her, so she doesn't. Instead, once the kids are asleep and she's sure Cloud won't be coming home this evening, she runs a hot bath, leans back, closes her eyes.

And remembers.

Aeris's mouth on her mouth. Aeris's hands in her hair. Their hands roving along each other in one of their rented beds. The way Aeris would tilt her head when she climaxed, her mouth falling open and her eyes drifting closed. The way Aeris liked to kiss the spot between her breasts while she let her hands wander up from Tifa's hips.

Tifa is discovering that there are plenty of ways to find a little alone time in her new-old life, raising Denzel and Marlene and taking care of Cloud. Plenty of excuses to indulge in the sweet memories.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Tifa plenty of excuses - [info]hamimi_fk, 2009-05-09 12:40 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Tifa plenty of excuses - [info]leviathanmirror, 2009-05-15 02:32 pm UTC
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud, weapon kink, fucking himself with the Buster Sword
[info]ladynero
2009-05-08 03:59 pm UTC (link)
Shivering from the sensations, Cloud slowly pushed his way back onto the unforgiving length, moaning as the leather wrapped steel split him open. Sweat ran down his skin as he forced more of the hilt into his body, his cock hard and aching between his legs. The scrape of the blade against stone got another moan from him at that feel before he glanced over his shoulder to make sure the Buster Sword was still braced. It wouldn’t do to have it slip now, not when he didn’t have any control over it in his kneeling position.

He gasped in surprise at the feel of the crosspiece against his butt before stopping to get use to the feel of immovable metal instead of latex or flesh. Only when he felt more comfortable did he shift his hips. He moaned as the hilt started moving inside him, larger than anything he had previously taken, and a startled cry escaped him when the nub inside him was massaged by the ridges from the leather. Groaning, he started working his hips faster, clenching his eyes shut to focus on the feelings. He was so full he was nearly in agony, but it was a good ache that fanned his pleasure higher as the sword’s weight pulled down on his ass.

A gentle breeze slid over his skin, swirling around his aching cock, and that gentle sensation was too much for him, not after everything new that he had been experiencing. Crying out, he shuddered as his come splashed on the ground beneath him, his hips moving in small jerks, before he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

He was definitely going to have to do this again.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud, weapon kink, fucking himself with the Buster Sword - [info]aikonamika, 2009-05-08 04:51 pm UTC
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Gokudera/Tsuna brighter than the sun
[info]dreamingrain.livejournal.com
2009-05-08 04:03 pm UTC (link)
Ok, so this is first for me so I hope I'm doing everything right.
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Gokudera knew the moment Tsuna had come to his room with that pleading expression, his hands opening and closing with nothing to grasp, that he would do anything to make it right. In his eyes, the Tenth was everything, a brilliant creature that defined his existence. He broke up his life into ‘Before Tenth’, and ‘With Tenth’. There would never be an ‘After Tenth’, that was one more thing he knew.
His arms moved without conscious direction, enfolding the smaller boy in his embrace, trying to pass comfort through simple touch. When the stifled tears turned to heavy sighs, Gokudera pressed his lips to the top of Tsuna’s head. The first kiss was brotherly, a reassurance. The ones that followed became lost as Gokudera moved from the top of the Tenth’s head to his closed eyes, lingering briefly on his lips.
“Gokudera…” Tsuna sighed; his body pressed closer shaping itself to the hard planes of Gokudera’s chest.
The innocent meeting of lips became something more passionate, the satin caress of his tongue pushing into Tsuna’s mouth, taking with abandon the reserve he had placed upon himself and using it to fuel his hunger. His hands began to wander, sliding under Tsuna’s shirt to play lightly over his nipples, flicking and rubbing them as the brunette gasped into his mouth.
Pushing Tsuna to his bed, he began to undo Tsuna’s belt, the material gathered against the young boy’s thin form.
“Ah – don’t!” Tsuna called breathlessly. He could feel the Tenth’s arousal pressing against he material. Tsuna threw an arm over his face which had turned bright red.
“You don’t have to do this,” Tsuna said, “You don’t have to waste your time trying to comfort me.”
Gokudera growled in the back of his throat, anger and excitement forcing his hands to be less delicate as they encircled the boy’s wrists.
“I’m the one taking advantage of you, Tenth, so enjoy it.” Damn, how could he still think like that? Gokudera lowered his body, grinding his erection against the straining cotton fabric of Tsuna’s boxers.
How could he not see how amazing he was?
Gokudera sat up, straddling Tsuna, as he removed his suit jacked and then his pants. His one hand firmly encircled his cock, as he leaned back down, taking the waistband of Tsuna’s boxers in his teeth, and firmly pulling them along his smooth thighs.
Did he not realize the courage that showed everyday when he faced the world as the Vongola heir?
Gokudera released his other hand, letting Tsuna move his arms freely. He half expected to be pushed away, but with a shuddering breath, he was pulled closer. Forcing his shock and joy to the corner of his mind, he took Tsuna in his mouth; tongue swirling over the tip and stroking the base. Tsuna made smalls sounds of pleasure, his fingers entwining in Gokudera’s hair. Precum beaded Tsuna’s cock, and using the wetness from his mouth and Tsuna’s growing excitement, he entered the boy with his fingers.
“Not there…” Tsuna moaned, his voice hitching as Gokudera began to move in and out.
“I could stop-“ Gokudera began, feeling slightly sadistic, his fingers stilling.
“No...” Tsuna’s hands tightened in Gokudera’s hair.
“No what, Tenth?”
“Don’t stop. It…feels good.” Smiling Gokudera began again, his other hand still pumping furiously along his own shaft. Withdrawing suddenly, he heard Tsuna make a small moue of disappointment. Positioning himself he placed his length against Tsuna and pushed, the hot tight entrance closing around his engorged member.
The Tenth whimpered, and Gokudera forced himself to move more carefully. It was difficult to listen to such reason when he felt lust in every small movement Tsuna made. Tsuna’s pain was replaced with pleasure as Gokudera thrust within him again, rubbing the spot that made Tsuna gasp. They began to move in tandem, each penetration meeting with raised hips and a sweet shout of ecstasy.
“I’m…” Tsuna began, his body wracked with tremors as semen began to emerge in long strands. The Tenth’s release triggered his own, as Gokudera pumped his load into Tsuna’s hole.
Spent, Gokudera withdrew, moving to pull Tsuna into his arms.
God, he was brighter than the sun.

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Firefly Jayne/Simon bandage
[info]omorka-fics.livejournal.com
2009-05-08 09:47 pm UTC (link)
"There." Simon turned his back on the mercenary and began washing his hands for the third time. "You can try it out, but don't put your whole weight on it. Really, you should stay off of it for a few days."

"Like that'll happen around here," Jayne spat. He swung his legs off of the stainless-steel table and stood up. For a moment, his tightly-wrapped ankle threatened to dump him on the ground, and he windmilled his arms in a successful attempt to not tip over into a tray of slightly bloodied medical instruments. The bullet that had just barely not shattered any bones or snapped any tendons lay on a piece of red-stained gauze just off-center on the tray; Jayne suppressed an urge to swat it like a fly, as if that would somehow make his leg hurt less. "I'll probably have to jog all over creation tomorrow, gettin' you and your fuzzy-muzzy-brained sister out of some other jam."

The dark shadow that had flickered across Simon's calm features at "sister" dissipated. "Well, if that happens, then I'll see you here, same time, same place." His eyes flicked down Jayne's well-muscled leg; their perhaps slightly over-dramatic captain had sliced off the larger man's boot and most of his pants leg to free him. Only the outsize mass of elastic and gauze interrupted the swells of well-toned flesh. Simon swallowed, and returned his gaze to the harder man's eyes. "How does it feel?"

"Warm and a little creepy, but nothin' I ain't handled before," mumbled Jayne. He blinked; his eyebrows lifted a fraction of an inch. "Oh, you mean the ankle. Hurts, but not near as bad as before, and it's holdin' my weight just fine now." He stopped, his eyes flicking upward and to the right as his jaw shifted slightly. He looked as if his mental gears were grinding towards a conclusion. After a pause so long the doctor had decided that Jayne had forgotten he was there, the mercenary let out a short huff. "One thing, though. That lump's so big, I don't think I can get what Mal left me of my pants off over it."

Simon almost laughed at that, then smothered the impulse - laughing at their bruiser might not be good for his own health, after all. "Well, you could just finish the job he started. I don't think you'll get much use out of those at this point, anyway."

Jayne shifted. "I ain't putting no knife nor shears that close to my danglies. You do it." He looked away, his mouth a hard line.

Simon's eyes widened; he opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it and nodded. "Stand with your legs a little farther apart." He picked up one of the sharp instruments on the tray and very slowly crouched next to Jayne, aware of every hair suddenly standing up on that well-defined, well-exposed leg. One long, steady hand pressed against Jayne's inner thigh to steady him, as the snips traveled smoothly and slowly up the angle of his hip. The waistband offered a bit of resistance, then clipped smoothly away.

Simon started to stand, then was pushed gently back to a crouch by Jayne's broad, calloused hand. The other hand worked the well-worn leather belt clear of first its buckle, then the remnants of the worn jeans. "Do the other side, too."

Simon looked up, probabilities and permutations flashing in his eyes. He nodded, slowly, and curled around Jayne. The hand that had steadied him before found the crease between the crotch rivet and the back pocket, and settled there, as the snips made one long, slow glide from hem to mid-thigh, then a second from thigh to hip again. The newly-opened seam immediately parted, pushed open by an unmistakable bulge. The doctor's fingers toyed with the back waistband, now held in place only by sweat and friction. "Forget your boxers this morning?"

"Didn't think I'd need 'em." The larger man's smile was teasing, not predatory. "Don't think I do now."

Simon's expression barely changed, but his voice was low and smooth. "Perhaps not." He slid the ruined fabric away, careful not to disturb the bandage, and then returned his full attention to his patient.

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Re: Firefly Jayne/Simon bandage - [info]vzg, 2009-05-09 09:39 pm UTC
Re: Firefly Jayne/Simon bandage - [info]omorka-fics.livejournal.com, 2009-05-11 12:29 am UTC
Ghostbusters Egon/Ray comfort
[info]omorka-fics.livejournal.com
2009-05-08 11:25 pm UTC (link)
The other two Ghostbusters were plopped down in front of the TV set, arguing loudly about some old noir movie. Egon wasn't in the mood for a black-and-white film, so he had been headed towards the lab, when some combination of unconsciously-perceived tiny stimuli - or, after all these years working with a parapsychologist, perhaps some empathic impulse - led him to stick his head into the unlit bunkroom first.

Ray was curled up on his bed in a t-shirt and his boxers, back to the door, shivering. Egon pondered going and getting the resident psychologist, before deciding that perhaps Peter's touch might be a bit heavy-handed. Instead, he threaded his way between the beds and the small piles of dirty laundry and sat down as gently as he could on the edge of the younger Ghostbuster's bed. "Ray, are you all right?" he queried, laying one hand very gently on his friend's shoulder.

Ray curled up more tightly into himself. "I'm f-f-fine, Egon. Just a little shook up, is all."

"Are you cold?" Egon's brow furrowed with concern. "You're shaking the bed."

Ray unclenched a little and opened his eyes just enough to meet Egon's gaze. "Yes. No. Not physically cold, anyway." He squirmed towards the older Ghostbuster and grasped the hand on his shoulder with a clammy squeeze.

Egon's eyes widened. "Are you suffering any aftereffects from your encounter with that free-roaming specter we caught earlier? I scanned you thoroughly - you didn't show any of the usual lingering indications of possession."

"It didn't get me all the way, Egon; I told you guys that earlier. I - I managed to fight it off." Ray shuddered again; the mattress springs creaked at the sudden motion.

"'All the way,' Ray? So it did attempt to take you over?" The taller man gently turned his friend's face towards him. "Look at me, Ray. How close did it get?"

The air seemed to rush out of the shorter Ghostbuster. He squirmed towards him again, not only turning to face Egon but practically laying his head in his lap. "Too close. If you and Winston hadn't shown up when you did, I'm not sure I could have fought it off much longer. Shit, Egon, it was flipping through my memories. I could feel it looking for - for ones it could use."

Egon shifted so Ray's head was on his thigh, and he could slip one hand around his partner in a sideways hug. Ray's pupils seemed normal - slightly dilated, but that might just be the low light in the room. "I'm sorry, Ray; I hadn't realized it had gotten that far. Do you know what it was looking for?"

Ray looked away. "Times when I was lonely. When I desperately needed someone." In a voice almost too low to hear, he murmured "like now."

"I'm here, Ray." Egon pulled the younger man closer. "I'm here."

"Hold me, Egon?"

"Of course." He gathered Ray into his arms. For a few moments, they sat there, Ray's face buried in the fabric of Egon's shirt. Slowly, Ray looked up again, his eyes even more dilated. "Egon . . . I need . . . " He flushed, and looked away.

"Go ahead, Ray." Egon hesitated, then leaned forward. Ray leaned in and kissed his jawline, clumsily, lips trembling. Egon turned his head and returned the kiss, feather-light and barely controlled, at the corner of Ray's mouth. Suddenly Ray's hands were tearing at the buttons on his shirt, he was shrugging off his suspenders, and he was peeling Ray's t-shirt away. A few seconds of frenzied activity later, they were stretched out skin-to skin, pressed up against each other in a full-body embrace.

"I need someone else in me, someone alive," whispered Ray. "The ghost is gone, but there's something hollow in me where it was."

"I shall endeavor to fill it as best I can," murmured Egon, beginning to move against him.

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Final Fantasy VII Yuffie/Shalua "You need to let it go." Part 1
[info]tainted4life
2009-05-09 03:21 pm UTC (link)
Yuffie is not a person given to planning unless she has to. She plays life by ear, takes things as they come, rolls with the punches and comes up swinging. Just because she's crushing really hard on Shalua does not mean that she has a six-step seduction plan and certainly does not mean that she wants to have one.

It also doesn't mean she needs one.

She whirls into R&D's private lab in the Edge HQ with two giant brown paper sacks under each arm. "Wutaian take-out for the lab monkeys," she calls, grins when the heads of various technicians poke up from papers and microscopes and prototypes. One of them even lifts his gaze from his computer monitor in a feat of normality she's never seen before in an R&D scientist.

If this were a six-step seduction plan, she would be in phase "Distract the monkeys from Shalua." But it's not a six-step seduction plan, because she doesn't make those, and besides, not like Shalua would ever fall for shit like that.

"I'm setting it all over on this table that looks empty. If you've secretly infected it with, like, the T-Virus or something, now would be the time to start screaming 'oh god no you'll kill us all.' …No takers? No takers? Good."

The bags of food settle onto the table and with that, Yuffie marches into Shalua's office, closes and locks the door, and shutters the blinds.

Shalua looks up from her computer for only a moment before she taps a few keys with her good hand. The monitor's graph changes, but apparently that's not enough for Shalua. She growls at the screen, blows her hair out of her face with a harsh sigh.

And that does it. It's like a non-fatal brain aneurism, it's like every single drop of concern and friendship and hurt at being constantly pushed away has just congealed at once, then boiled over. She can almost hear the steam whistling out her ears.

She finds herself almost—but not quite—imitating Cid.

"Hate to say this, I know I don't have any right to, but whatever the hell that is, you need to let it go."

"This is," Shalua says, or begins to say and then stops, because Yuffie perches on her desk and then leans in to cover Shalua's mouth with her own, because she doesn't think she can hear the words my reason for living again. (Okay, maybe it's a two-step seduction plan. That's still not six.)

"I'm not telling you to give up," she whispers against Shalua's lips, once she's broken the kiss. "I know she's important to you. But you do this to yourself every day. All the time."

And down that road, she knows, lies crazyness. Single-mindedness is one thing. It leads to results. Obsession's another thing entirely. It leads to putting Aerith and Red in a big glass box and telling them to breed.

"She's all I have," Shalua says and Yuffie jerks back, rolls her head back on her neck and closes her eyes so Shalua doesn't have to see how much that one hurt.

It stings like she's been backhanded.

"You idiot," she says when her voice won't come out thick or wet, "you have me. And Reeve. And all those loyal lab monkeys out there."

But they're not the person that Shalua wants. Yuffie does what she always does, throws away the hurt and lives in the moment. She buries her hands in Shalua's red hair--it's still a novelty to her--and leans forward again.

Shalua didn't exactly lean away the first time, but this time, she actually moves into the kiss. Shalua's mouth opens; her good arm reaches around to dig into Yuffie's hair. Her fingers tighten almost painfully on it as she pulls Yuffie down closer.

It's a good kiss. Shalua knows what she's doing, she realizes, dimly, over the throbbing, pulsing heat pooling low in her stomach.

It gets even better when Shalua lets go of her hair to make a fist in the tight fabric at the bottom of Yuffie's shirt. "Arms up," she says through a barely-broken kiss.

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PART TWO - [info]tainted4life, 2009-05-09 03:22 pm UTC
Part Three - [info]tainted4life, 2009-05-09 03:26 pm UTC
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Re: Part Three - [info]leviathanmirror, 2009-05-15 02:34 pm UTC
Kingdom Hearts Zack/Cloud worshipful actions, he had to reassure himself that it was real
[info]cleflink
2009-05-09 10:58 pm UTC (link)
Warning for schmoop (surprising, I know).

~~

He still wasn't sure he wasn't dreaming.

Zack's chest was warm and smooth beneath his hands, hard muscles under velvet skin that rose and fell in time with the breath puffing gently across Cloud's cheek. Cloud pressed closer, Zack's purr of contentment rumbling through both of them as he leaned in for a kiss that made Cloud's spine want to melt right through the floor. Which, he remembered, was only par for the course with Zack.

He let himself drift lower, relearning the unbroken line of Zack's body with fingers and teeth and tongue. Zack's skin tasted faintly salty - nothing at all like the tang of darkness - and Cloud's contented sigh gusted across the damp trail his mouth had left, making firm muscles twitch.

"Cloud," Zack breathed, reverent and patiently hungry, and Cloud found himself smiling as he fastened his mouth around one nipple and tried to make Zack writhe.

Zack's broad hands were roving aimlessly across Cloud's back, curving round his ribs and spanning the width of his shoulders - broader than the last time they'd been together - and Cloud tried not to think about how soft they were, the hard calluses of near-constant sword handling nowhere in evidence. They brushed the sharp ridge of skin on Cloud's left shoulder blade and he cringed, hating the reminder of all the darkness inside him. He wondered if Zack had one too, whether the darkness had tried to tear his mind apart like it had Cloud's, but couldn’t bring himself to curl his hand around Zack's back to find out. He wasn't really sure he wanted to know.

"Hey," Zack murmured, and Cloud glanced up to find Zack smiling at him with the same warm fondness that had haunted Cloud's dreams ever since the Shadows had swallowed Radiant Garden and taken Zack with it. "It's just me," Zack reassured him, hands leaving Cloud's shoulders to settle on his waist, fitting them neatly together. "And just you. Trust me."

And that really shouldn't have been enough to calm him but Zack had always had a secret talent for knowing just what he needed. And right now, he needed Zack, so much so that he didn't even care if this was a dream after all.

"Gods I missed you," Zack whispered. "It's good to be home."

As long as Zack was here, he didn't even need to wake up again.

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Final Fantasy VII Reno/Cloud fisting, “Gonna bend you over and shove my whole hand in you, babe.
[info]mystiri_1
2009-05-10 12:32 am UTC (link)
Not all of Cloud's encounters with the Turks end in fights or sneers and arguments. It usually depends on who is present.

AVALANCHE mostly have a knee-jerk reaction where ShinRa is concerned, that anybody connected with the former corporation is guilty by association. That makes it kind of tough on Rude, who has an obvious crush on Tifa, so obvious that Cloud noticed even before Reno blurted it out in an indiscreet moment.

Elena still seems to take their former battles a little personally, while Tseng couldn't care less. Cloud counts Rufus as a Turk, too, because the former president is fits so well amongst them, and any meeting between them is likely to result in an attempt at recruitment; that never goes well. Reno and Rude are the ones he runs into most often, and he's built up a tolerance for the redhead's outrageous comments. When Cloud does lose his temper, he doesn't do any real damage.

If Reno and Cloud are alone, though, the comments are even more outrageous. While some of them make Cloud's eyes narrow in annoyance, he doesn't always respond with violence. Sometimes even Reno has good ideas.

That doesn't mean he was happy to find himself waiting with Reno outside an office while a secretary sat just three feet away; Cloud because he needed to deliver a package to the businessman inside, and Reno on some unspecified errand. The Turk began started out with innuendoes, moved onto lewd suggestions, and when Cloud continued to ignore him, Reno made a comment that had the blond's whole body going still and tense in response.

"Gonna bend you over and shove my whole hand in you, babe.”

When he unfroze, Cloud looked first at the secretary, still typing away as if nothing had happened. Satisfied she hadn't heard, he turned to Reno, taking in the triumphant smirk, the mixture of laughter and lust and something else in his eyes.

"Mr. Sterling will see you know, Mr Strife."

When Cloud stands, it's an abrupt movement, and he heads for the door with brisk, impatient strides. He's not there long; when he comes out, it's minus the package he'd carried earlier.

He comes to a stop in front of Reno, stares down at him with an unreadable look, then mutters a few terse words.

Reno grins, and Cloud turns and leaves. There's no need to say anything else, and a hotel room is waiting for him. It's nothing fancy: a grey-walled room with a bed, a dresser and a tiny table with two chairs that doesn't look like it would fit much more than a pair of plates on its surface. The bed will be welcome after the long trip, and the table will get some use tonight, too, although not in the way it was intended.

Once Reno shows up.

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Final Fantasy VII Reno/Cloud fisting, “Gonna bend you over and shove my whole hand in you, babe.
[info]mystiri_1
2009-05-10 12:34 am UTC (link)
Not all of Cloud's encounters with the Turks end in fights or sneers and arguments. It usually depends on who is present.

AVALANCHE mostly have a knee-jerk reaction where ShinRa is concerned, that anybody connected with the former corporation is guilty by association. That makes it kind of tough on Rude, who has an obvious crush on Tifa, so obvious that Cloud noticed even before Reno blurted it out in an indiscreet moment.

Elena still seems to take their former battles a little personally, while Tseng couldn't care less. Cloud counts Rufus as a Turk, too, because the former president is fits so well amongst them, and any meeting between them is likely to result in an attempt at recruitment; that never goes well. Reno and Rude are the ones he runs into most often, and he's built up a tolerance for the redhead's outrageous comments. When Cloud does lose his temper, he doesn't do any real damage.

If Reno and Cloud are alone, though, the comments are even more outrageous. While some of them make Cloud's eyes narrow in annoyance, he doesn't always respond with violence. Sometimes even Reno has good ideas.

That doesn't mean he was happy to find himself waiting with Reno outside an office while a secretary sat just three feet away; Cloud because he needed to deliver a package to the businessman inside, and Reno on some unspecified errand. The Turk began started out with innuendoes, moved onto lewd suggestions, and when Cloud continued to ignore him, Reno made a comment that had the blond's whole body going still and tense in response.

"Gonna bend you over and shove my whole hand in you, babe.”

When he unfroze, Cloud looked first at the secretary, still typing away as if nothing had happened. Satisfied she hadn't heard, he turned to Reno, taking in the triumphant smirk, the mixture of laughter and lust and something else in his eyes.

"Mr. Sterling will see you know, Mr Strife."

When Cloud stands, it's an abrupt movement, and he heads for the door with brisk, impatient strides. He's not there long; when he comes out, it's minus the package he'd carried earlier.

He comes to a stop in front of Reno, stares down at him with an unreadable look, then mutters a few terse words.

Reno grins, and Cloud turns and leaves. There's no need to say anything else, and a hotel room is waiting for him. It's nothing fancy: a grey-walled room with a bed, a dresser and a tiny table with two chairs that doesn't look like it would fit much more than a pair of dinnerplates on its surface. The bed will be welcome after the long trip, and the table will get some use tonight, too, although not in the way it was intended.

Once Reno shows up.

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FFXII, Balthier/Basch, hairpulling
[info]ellnyx
2009-05-10 10:29 am UTC (link)
Balthier hates being touched, strange for a man who touches so much. Hands are ok, but Balthier wears his cuffs laced so tight Basch knows obsession when he sees it, having lived it in a cage not of his making, so he counts the seconds before Balthier wipes another person's handclasp away on thick brocade. Only Penelo overcomes the barrier of height, posture, leaps to kiss Balthier's cheek, Basch sees the man's bright smile freeze brittle. Cloth, layers of it, rooms are always twinned or tripled in inns and Basch knows from witnessing Balthier's dressing rituals the thin white cotton undervest, the shirt, the complexity of clasps on that twice-padded brocade vest. Balthier hates being touched, but he touches, controlling every interaction by reaching out first, from higher ground, stops another tripping, wins another's trust—

Basch can't be sick of it when he's never known Balthier in another way. Basch can't remember how to touch someone now without it being a fight first, Ashe said hello with the palm of her hand, Basch greeted Vossler with a fist and got a warm welcome response that flowered bruise blue and sediment yellow. Basch wants to remember what it feels like to touch without pain, Basch forgets he had once been a man who led armies. That man died in a cage, and what Balthier let out is this shadow, who can't want much but more than a godsdamned handshake from the only person who actually trusts him.

So Basch starts with a drink, two, counts Balthier's glasses to make sure they match, holds his unhappy bladder until Balthier rises first. Not drunk, but buzzing, Basch claims a stiff shoulder in the narrow hall that leads past the kitchen, startles Balthier to rejection, a shrug that grows more violent for Basch won't let his hand slip. They're staggering down the stairs to the back alley and Basch has one hand now on Balthier's shoulder and the other around hip, and Balthier's swearing, let go you old lech, and Basch is saying no, not until, not until, but until what he doesn't know. Balthier tries to shove with as brief a touch as he can manage. In response Basch presses close enough to feel the heat of an unwary metabolism; his fingers find the edge of vest and shirt and vest and skin—

Oh skin, Balthier's so warm, and Basch's fingers are still cold from his beer but it's not that which makes Balthier gasp. Pain blossoms all over Basch's scalp, his head's wrenched back to the sky and he sees stars, stars and Balthier's eyes. Hairpulling catfight bastard, almost as bad as a kick in the balls, but of course Balthier won't punch Basch, Balthier doesn't want to touch him. Basch pinches the softness above a long bony hip, puts his other hand in stiff-starched spikes and pulls back, Balthier's snarling let go. Basch laughs, his breath steaming, the skin all over his head tingling and firm and tight, as though ghost fingers on skin that Balthier refuses to touch. You first, Basch laughs, screams a little, you let go of it all first.

The spikes of Balthier's hair are stiff, warm, close to his skin; when Basch makes a fist he can feel strands tight again the webbing between his fingers. Basch strokes, pulls, strokes, lost in the touch, doesn't realize Balthier's let go of his own fistfuls of hair until the voice comes deep and close, you alright, old man?

Balthier, his promise already broken, Basch can't let go, of hair, of neck, jaw and shoulders, lips, can't let go of lean solid warmth that feel like everything alive, you shouldn't have trusted me.

An alley wall against his back and Balthier against his front, Basch gasps for the arms that come around him are unhesitant and crushing, one hand that knots against his spine and the other in his hair. Basch clings to the pirate, hugs him, holds him, laughs because now he feels like an idiot, and Balthier's lips are in his hair and the pirate's shaking.

S'alright Basch says, knows this can't be easy for Balthier, Basch bares too much skin for his comfort, you really can let go.

In a minute Balthier says, holds Basch close against his chest for a whole shaking uncertain minute (Balthier always keeps his promises, Basch knows).

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Fatal Frame II Mio/Mayu masochism, the things we deserve
[info]moontyger
2009-05-10 11:25 am UTC (link)
Mio never wanted to hurt her sister. Never wanted to, and yet she did. The first time was an accident, one moment of carelessness that changed their lives forever. But for all the times after, she couldn't even claim that excuse.

She wouldn't have done it had Mayu not begged her, staring up at her with eyes wide and vulnerable, even scared. Wouldn't have done it even then, perhaps, had there not been the first time to make up for, a penance still owed no matter how often she'd been told she was forgiven. How could Mio look at the twin who'd never run again and refuse her anything?

She couldn't. So she bowed her head, did as Mayu asked. In the dark, where it was just the two of them in the bed they were perhaps too old to share, she pulled her sister's hair, slapped her face. Left bruises shaped like teeth marks on small, delicate breasts; watched scarlet welts spread over a pallid stomach as though it were someone else's fingernails doing the scratching.

“Yes, Mio,” Mayu cried, and held her tight. “Harder.”

Sometimes, though she never told anyone, she even enjoyed it, wanted to hurt the twin who could be such a heavy burden. She hit harder then, sometimes drew blood. Mio could only hope Mayu didn't notice or, if she did, that she misunderstood.

After, Mayu would be quiet, sleepy and sated. She'd wrap herself around Mio and nuzzle her neck, calmer than she'd ever been. “Don't ever leave me,” she'd whisper, every time without fail, the words
inextricably intertwined with actions Mio already regretted.

“I won't. I promise.”

The words echo in Mio's memory as she spreads her legs and slides cool fingers between them, rubbing hard enough that the pleasure borders on pain. There is only one girl in the same bed where once there were two and it is her own skin she scratches, her own nipples she twists until tears come to her eyes. It hurts, and Mio never liked being hurt, but she doesn't stop. “Harder,” she whispers, and tries to pretend it was someone else who said it, someone who enjoyed being touched like this as much as Mio hates it.

She can't forget what she's done. She can't be forgiven. Even as her body shudders, pleasure and pain giving way to inevitable release, Mio can't forget, can't erase the memory of a fragile throat in her hands. Mayu had looked at her so trustingly, then closed her eyes in absolute surrender. But it was Mio who had submitted; Mio who had given in when she should have refused.

How could she have done it? No matter how many times she relives it, revisiting that moment over and over every time she closes her eyes, she still can't answer the question.

Blindly, Mio stares at the window she never closes, hoping for one more glimpse of a crimson butterfly, fragile sign of the only absolution she'll ever receive.

She hopes, but is unsurprised when the window remains dark and empty. She raises her hands back to still-sore breasts and begins again, punishing herself as endlessly as she relives that night, as caught in time as the Lost Village once was. Perhaps she never really left at all. Perhaps she's become just another ghost. Mio can hardly bring herself to care. No, that's not true. She cares; she wants it to be true. It's only what she deserves.

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Harry Potter Severus/Remus hurt/comfort- Part 1/2
[info]katekintail
2009-05-10 12:19 pm UTC (link)
My friends transformed,
To help me get by.
But I,
Can not ask you,
To do the same,
Or even put up,
With all,
That I would need.
I’m just too much,
For one to love.
~Lupin’s Tale (Where Are We Going) by Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls


Severus’ brow was knitted in concentration as he poured over the sea of documents before him. Though they were in English, they made no sense to him what so ever. The language was full of circular sentences that ended up nowhere and incomplete sentences that couldn’t even squeeze out a point. There were some words used clearly for show and other words used entirely out of context. Beyond that, the parts that did make some semblance of sense were just plain idiotic. The policies were dreadful and even more dreadfully explained. “I don’t understand why Dumbledore gave me this task,” Snape muttered.

“Perhaps he thought you were the best person for it.”

Snape had been hunched over the kitchen table at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. But at the sound of the voice, he sat up and raised his head to see Remus strolling in. He was wearing patched pajamas and had brought a blanket down with him. Snape, on the other hand, wore his usual set of black robes.

“Bollocks,” Snape said. “He should have given these to Arthur Weasley. That man has spent his whole career navigating this ministry double-talk. If anyone can figure these out, it’s Arthur.”

“Arthur’s busy,” Remus said, sympathetically.

“And I’m not?” Snape snapped.

Remus’ eyes showed his amusement though Remus tried not to smile. “Not at the moment. That is why you were able to stay here for a little while.”

Snape met Remus’ gaze. “I’m staying here for a little while because you’re ill. No other reason. I could do this job just as easily back at my office in Hogwarts. Perhaps I could do it better, even.”

Nodding, Remus replied, “Yes, of course.” Remus sat down at the table, and Snape immediately pulled the papers close to keep them away from Remus.

“The last thing I need is you coughing and sneezing all over these.”

As if on cue, Remus’ throat itched and burned. He coughed a few times.

Snape cringed. “Please keep that to yourself.”

Remus rubbed at his nose and hugged the blanket more tightly around his shoulders. “I hate to ask, since I know you’re busy, but how is that Pepper Up Potion coming along?”

Snape looked back down at his papers, avoiding answering, which was answer enough without Snape’s, “I have not had the time to work on it yet.”

Remus coughed, sneezed, and cleared his throat in that order. It took him some time before he spoke again. “Only I thought you were going to brew it for me immediately.”

Tossing down his quill and a few pieces of parchment, Snape glared at the man. “If you want a health potion, contact Madam Pomfrey. Just because I am highly trained at potions it does not mean I qualify as a healer.“

“I am sorry if I inadvertently confused the two. I merely thought you would be able to brew something for me that would help me feel better. You make me the Wolfsbane Potion every month, after all.”

“I do that because the alternative is too terrible to comprehend. I can put up with you being a werewolf, but losing your mind each month is unacceptable.”

Remus nodded. The Wolfsbane Potion also ensured that Snape could safely be around Remus during the furry nights. Remus still wasn’t certain Snape prepared the potion for the right reasons. The thought of the prank Sirius had pulled on him more than a century ago in their fifth year of Hogwarts was never spoken of but never forgotten. “Pepper Up isn’t a difficult potion though, is it?” Remus asked.

“If you want a slap-dash potion, visit Diagon Alley. Just because I am here, it does not mean I am your personal potions master to answer your every beck and call. I am your lover, not your slave.” Snape’s eyes were dark, accusing, making Remus feel even worse, somehow—sick, needy, and guilty all at once.

“I am well aware of your role here, Severus. And if I could travel just now to get some, I would.” He coughed again. “And if I could make the potion himself, I would. But you’re much better at potions than I am.”

This made Severus Snape laugh out loud. “Lupin, Neville Longbottom is better at potions than you are.”

(tbc)

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Harry Potter Severus/Remus hurt/comfort- Part 2/3 - [info]katekintail, 2009-05-10 12:20 pm UTC
Harry Potter Severus/Remus hurt/comfort- Part 3/3 - [info]katekintail, 2009-05-10 12:21 pm UTC
Re: Harry Potter Severus/Remus hurt/comfort- Part 3/3 - [info]hamimi_fk, 2009-05-11 02:55 pm UTC
Final Fantasy VII Vincent/Yuffie sweet tea
[info]leviathanmirror
2009-05-10 03:10 pm UTC (link)
“I’ve never liked sugar in my tea,” she tells him, leaning forward to investigate this anomaly. Her lips press against his without force, he parts his for her, lets her taste the sweetness from his mouth. She takes his allowance of the kiss and makes in into an invitation. Her hands grip his hair, titling his head back as she goes from leaning into him to straddling his lap; from below him to above him. Aroused, he curls his hands around the backs of her thighs, long pale fingers and sharp metallic digits digging into the inside of her thighs.

She forces his head back further, escalating the kiss from insistent to crushing. The guttural sound he makes in response is rewarded with a bruising bite to his lower lip and a sweet smile, mouth just touching his as she breaks away. “I like sugar in your tea,” she tells him, her smile turning wicked as she slides from his grip to press her slight body against his. He immediately misses having her above him.

“Spread your legs more,” she orders him, sounding almost distracted as she adjusts her grip on his shoulders and pushes her hips down.

He doesn’t need the command, his body already reacting to the desire for contact, but it arouses him further; nearly as much as her grinding against him. And she does grind against him, her body sliding up and down, rough and rhythmic. He cups her ass with both hands, holding her harder against him; she makes a sound that’s half gasp and half sigh when he presses her into him.

They never get around to taking their clothes off.

“It’s just as well,” she says afterwards, still breathless, “you can finish your sweet tea this way.”

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Re: Final Fantasy VII Vincent/Yuffie sweet tea - [info]tainted4life, 2009-05-10 03:44 pm UTC
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Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa publicly or semi-pubicly
[info]sekiharatae
2009-05-10 03:52 pm UTC (link)
His shirt was silk: sleek and soft and tight, clinging in a way she planned to emulate at some point soon. For now, she enjoyed the novelty of something other than wool or cotton under her fingertips as she slid her arms up and back to wrap loosely around his neck and shoulders in a blatant demand for attention.

Not that she was feeling neglected. He was a hard, constant presence at her back, her bottom brushing against his groin as they moved together to the music. Strong hands were steady on her waist and hip: warm when they brushed the bare skin of her stomach, teasing as they stroked along her side and the sensitive skin on the inside of her arm. But more attention was always a good thing, as the hot/cold shivers down her spine proved when he scraped his teeth along her throat, and snugged her hips more firmly against his arousal.

Eyes closed, she let him guide the slow roll and grind of their bodies, her slim form relaxed against his slightly larger one, her fingers at his nape to press his mouth closer. This form of dancing was a kind of foreplay, made all the more titillating by the fact that they were in public. Especially when his explorations became more daring: fingertips slipping inside the loosely draped bodice of her dress to skim the swell of her breasts, or inching the hem of her skirt higher as they traced patterns on her thigh.

Taking her hand he spun her around to face him, his leg slipping between hers to provide more friction, his palm on her bare back a possessive brand. Twining her arms around his neck, she arched into him, nipples hard and obvious against the material of her dress, mouth open to press kisses to the skin exposed by his collar.

Closer. More. Cloud!

Soft blond spikes brushed her cheek as he dipped his head to brush his lips lightly along her shoulder. Her dress revealed more than it covered, offering a wealth of creamy, sensitive skin for exploration, and he was more than willing to take advantage, scattering kisses over neck and shoulders while his hands wandered freely. When they slid down her back and inside the stretchy, clingy material to cup her buttocks and pull her closer still, part of her wanted to be embarrassed, while the rest of her basked in the possessive display, the feel of him, and the thrill that they were all but fucking on the dance floor.

Above her head, a sweeping glare from glowing SOLDIER eyes turned even the most inquisitive glances away, affording a strange sort of privacy amongst the throng.

When the song ended, his hands withdrew, arm curving around her waist to guide her away to a dark corner. The shadows and the shelter of his body, combined with the promise of pain in his gaze should they be interrupted, made sure they had the secluded space to themselves.

And the loud, thumping music drowned out Tifa’s cry of completion as he took her right there, against the wall; his voice husky in her ear as he blamed her excuse of a dress for his lack of control or propriety.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa publicly or semi-pubicly - [info]yayforjae, 2009-05-10 04:12 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa publicly or semi-pubicly - [info]elanor_pam, 2009-05-12 01:46 pm UTC
Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa publicly or semi-pubicly
[info]sekiharatae
2009-05-10 07:33 pm UTC (link)
Technically, this also works for the "can't get enough" prompt, but I didn't write it for that one. Just had a second idea for this one. Hopefully 2 responses is ok?

Cloud was sitting in the gliding settee, a towel slung low around his hips, when Tifa finished her morning swim and returned to the villa. Eyes closed and head back, he looked like he’d swapped sleeping in bed for dozing on the porch, but he held out a hand in invitation at the sound of her approach. Accepting, she snuggled in his lap, knees burrowing into the thick cushion, and sealed ocean damp skin to sun-warmed planes. Soap-clean and ocean-brisk, their scents mingled as mouths met, sweet with just a hint of banked passion. Otherwise unmoving, arms open and braced along the back of the glider, he used his heel to push it into motion, the slow, frictionless back-and-forth rocking their bodies together.

He was hard and fully erect beneath the thin terry fabric, and she wondered if he’d been daydreaming, or merely watching her play in the waves. It didn’t matter; all that really did was the feel of him, warm and solid between her thighs. His thoughts running along the same lines he shifted, tugging the towel from between them and draping it around her waist, covering them both. Strong hands pulled her back down, willingly taking her weight as he arched into the press of her body. His naked length nudged her slit, her folds parting as she sank against him, the material of her bikini drawing taut over her clit. Each glide of the rocker caused her to slide – just slightly – back and forth against him, sealing them tighter together. Before long even the thin, slippery material of her suit was too much of a distraction, bordering on uncomfortable. He noticed, blue eyes carefully watching her face, and he stilled their motion, nimble fingers seeking out the ties at her hips.

“Here?” Tifa whispered, cheeks flushed, brown gaze a mix of excitement, hesitation, and surprise.

“Why not?” Cloud responded, one side of his mouth curving in a knowing smile. The beach was mostly deserted, the porch private property, and the towel obscured the view should anyone care to look. “Just try to be quiet,” he teased, stripping her of the thin garment and tossing it aside.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa publicly or semi-pubicly - [info]sekiharatae, 2009-05-10 07:33 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII Cloud/Tifa publicly or semi-pubicly - [info]elanor_pam, 2009-05-12 01:53 pm UTC

[info]yayforjae
2009-05-10 07:53 pm UTC (link)
It was a tight squeeze, but that just meant she had to lie on top of him instead of at his side. She gotten in and out of tighter spots before, anyway - Begin a ninja did have its perks. She kicked the lid as she wiggled in, grumbling a curse as she settled herself. Her bare knees skidded across his leather pants and then jammed into his thighs; he made noise in his throat and shifted over as much as he could.

"It's your coffin, slugger." She said, sticking a finger into his armpit, making him wiggle, too. "Maybe if you slept in a bed like a regular, non-vampiric human bean, we wouldn't have this problem."

But there was something about the dark, tiny space. It was dead silent, except for their breaths and the whisper of their clothes when they moved; there was no sensation but their bodies pressed together. She could feel his chest rise underneath her, each heart beat, his warm breath on his ear. She stretched her arms, elbowing him as she arranged herself, and tangled her fingers in his silky hair. He held unto her hips, his claw cupping her carefully, and shifted her to fit her better over him.

Maybe it was the strain or the friction, but when she moved again, he breathed Yuffie like she was squeezing it out of him. She slid her leg up his and slid her hands back down, opening the buckles with nimble fingers and then snaking her hand under to his cool skin. With her other arm she held him down as she stroked, rubbing and wet and -

He pulled her down hard against him, crushing her hand between their bodies, and banged his head against the wood when he came. Yuffie laughed and wiped her damp face into the folds of his cloak. In her hand, he was still hot and hard - Good, because the sun had only just set and she wasn't even close to tired.

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Katekyo Hitman Reborn! [Gokudera/Tsuna] brighter than the sun
[info]princeofcats
2009-05-10 10:48 pm UTC (link)
Sometimes Gokudera would lie awake at night remembering the very first time he ever saw the Tenth's face. And he would remember how much he had wanted to kill him...and how selfish that desire had been. His life had jaded him; taking another's life had meant nothing, and even less than that if it got him recognition.

His mind wandered briefly back to that time again, now, with the Tenth sliding off of him. Eyes observed his face without really seeing it as it is now, rather, as it was then. He counted the scars time had left upon it as it ticked away the years. Then the Tenth spoke up, asked what he was staring at, and Gokudera feigned stupidity. It never fooled him, even back then, but it always got him off the hook.

He fell beside Gokudera on the bed, boxers pulled up again out of modesty while Gokudera didn't bother. Yet even in his nakedness, he ended up pulled close to a body that had managed to grow almost as tall as his own, feeling that heart that still fluttered on in that chest, wrapped up in the arms that heart always belied.

"Te–"

"'Tsuna.'"

"...Tsu-Tsuna..."

Then those brown eyes opened, still somehow as wide and bright as the smile that matched them, and Gokudera could say nothing but, "Goodnight."

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Katekyo Hitman Reborn! [Gokudera/Tsuna] a long night
[info]princeofcats
2009-05-10 10:49 pm UTC (link)
It felt like summertime in the room, though the air outside the base only grew ever colder. Blankets were discarded on the floor quickly, wanted far less than they were needed. They had skin, heavy breathing, cries in the dark to keep them warm.

Tsuna burned inside and out as he was entered, pushing into hastily and eagerly. He winced but said nothing, biting back the whimper on his tongue because he would only be lying if he made it seem like he didn't need this just as badly as he.

"Faster, Hayato."

Names never spoken outside of this bedroom, commands that tried hard not to be pleads, hands that were so precise in battle and did nothing but endlessly fumble in this dark night that was never — could never — be long enough to enjoy.

They each came, in turn, Tsuna violently shaking and Hayato with a sigh like a death rattle, before they collapsed and fell almost instantly asleep. It was easier — not better, just easier — to fuck fast and sleep these nights away then waste them awake and worrying, chain-smoking over coffee, waiting for what they could never help but wonder might be their very last sunrise.

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Katekyo Hitman Reborn! [Gokudera/Tsuna] tattoos
[info]princeofcats
2009-05-10 10:49 pm UTC (link)
Tattoos were something they had spoken of once, briefly, during a time between now and then. An idea that had never come to fruition. Gokudera was reminded too much of his sister, became a little green at the mere thought of her, and ultimately Tsuna was just a little too laughably afraid of how much it might hurt.

They settled, instead, for fingers. Dark nights in quiet rooms, squished into a bed far too small for more than one person, especially now that they were third years in high school. But keeping their arms wrapped tightly around each other left plenty of room, and leant itself nicely, one night, when Gokudera first began ghosting slow, graceful designs over the length of Tsuna's strong, lean back.

He giggled helplessly and gave Gokudera a funny, questioning look. He only half-smiled in response and continued tracing. One, two, three... Tsuna quickly closed his eyes, envisioning the strokes as Gokudera drew them, counting as he went. Thirteen, followed by hiragana and lips that blindly, gratefully, sought out their mates. The fingers fell into sync alongside the first, then, trailing down over all that bare skin until cupping over a hip and pushing so gently to roll them both over.

Goosebumps, everywhere, and fingers that couldn't stop touching even if they wanted to, drawn like moths to candles burning brightly and steadily and only for them. Exposed skin multiplying by the second until there was none left to uncover and fingers tracing over every new curve until curling around raised flesh that did not fade after the chill was gone, still gentle, but much more insistent.

Gokudera let out a soft groan and Tsuna quieted him, corner of his mouth quirked up playfully. This is our secret, said the glint in his eyes and Gokudera nodded in reply. He stilled his larynx and let his breathing speak for him, mouth slightly agape and exhales already a little shaky as Tsuna warmed up. He couldn't help but notice how much softer his hands were, compared to the lifetime of calluses of his own. This was nothing like what he'd tried to imagine, and entirely and unequivocably better.

Tsuna's hands shook a little, so Gokudera secured one of his own around them, guiding, though not any more steadily. And when Tsuna fell into his own, Gokudera let his hand fall, trace drunken, meandering fingers down Tsuna's abdomen, and delicately curled them, too.

They each bucked and panted, voices crying out a handful of times despite their valiant attempts to stifle each other, though Gokudera did not try in the least to keep himself quiet when he came, exhaling Tsuna's given name along the back of a deep, fearlessly passionate moan. And if he'd opened his eyes, he'd have seen the immediate flush that crept into Tsuna's face, and the light furrow of his eyebrows as he hesitantly called back, breathy but audible.

Feeling him sway dangerously, Tsuna guided Gokudera back to the mattress, curling into him quietly, arms and legs tangling them together.

A light shiver as Tsuna's fingers traced thirteen strokes and a handful of hiragana down Gokudera's spine, trailing off messily as he fell asleep.

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Katekyo Hitman Reborn! [Hibari/Gokudera] carnivores
[info]princeofcats
2009-05-10 10:50 pm UTC (link)
Gokudera didn't mind the biting. In fact, he rather got off on it. However, it was when Hibari began to draw blood, leave trails of bruises too far up his neck to be covered by a collar, that he would have to stop him and say something.

And then Hibari would just growl throatily in response, not listen, and Gokudera would be left to spend the afterglow (if it could even remotely be called that) thinking of new excuses. Not like anyone would have believed the truth anyway.

The fact was that, of them all, save perhaps the Tenth Vongola himself (and that stupid cow), Gokudera was the least likely to fit Hibari's mould. But more than that was it surprising that Hibari even had a mould at all. Yet here he was, on all-fours in Hibari's safe haven, knees and palms ingrained with the weave of the tatami because God forbid they at least lay down a futon. Hibari argued that Gokudera was too careless, would leave come stains all over it and ruin it. Gokudera was fairly sure it was more because it got him off to know Gokudera would take it anyway.

"Slow the fuck down, would you?" Gokudera demanded, craning his already aching neck around to glare.

Hibari did not deign to respond verbally, gesturing instead with a narrowing of his eyes and such a violent jerk of his hips that Gokudera wondered briefly if the blinding pain of it might make him throw up. The wonder turned to certainty when, presumably because the choked gag of a reaction he received was not the one that he wanted, Hibari thrust into him again with the same velocity. Again, all Gokudera managed was a bitten tongue and garbled half-groan of more pain than pleasure, so Hibari changed tacts.

Gokudera felt sharp hips pressed flush against his backside and a warm body that hadn't even broken into a sweat leaning over his damp back. He knew what was coming and sucked in a quick breath in preparation for it only moments before teeth that could not possibly belong to something omnivorous sank into his shoulder. And then Gokudera cried out and the fangs sank in deeper. As if to demonstrate his pleasure, Hibari then began to grind slowly into Gokudera, who pushed backward as much as he dared, knowing they were both well-aware there was absolutely no space left between them.

Teeth trailed across Gokudera's back, following the broad line of his shoulders, the topography of his bones, leaving behind tiny, wet abrasions. When they reached the other side, they sank into the skin again, dragging another confused cry from Gokudera's throat and showing their approval with more pressure. Finally, his skin could take no more and parted roughly beneath the bite, red pooling quickly into each groove until spilling over, where it was eagerly met by a triumphant tongue.

Gokudera never came as hard in his life as he did at that moment, hips bucking, legs shaking, arms collapsing and sending him crashing into the floor. His head reeled from the release and the pain in his jaw from the impact, but also the sudden burning in his insides. Gokudera groaned again, loudly and unabashedly, and when Hibari was finished he pulled out and rolled him over in a single, fluid motion.

The fresh wounds stung against the rough grass of the mats, but Gokudera could not move.

"You lose again, herbivore."

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Katekyo Hitman Reborn! [Hibari/Gokudera] dark and bitter
[info]princeofcats
2009-05-10 10:51 pm UTC (link)
Lately it was more difficult to taste his morning coffee, tongue covered in the battle wounds of nights spent biting back too many screams of everything possible, so that Gokudera now took his espresso so thick it was closer to being mud than anything else. On the other hand, ever the graceful, omniscient, bastard of a goddamned wolf that he was, the Cloud Guardian sipped his tea, fragrant but crystal clear. Gokudera was not entirely sure that was true, but in the mild madness of early morning hours he needed something to think about and that was only because he slept like shit without sex.

It was a catch-22, for any morning without, he suffered through the coffee he desperately needed to make it through the rest of the day, and for any morning after, he slept through both coffee and breakfast alike and ended up irritated all day anyway because of it. That did not, however, prevent him from seeking it out when he thought he might be able to, despite how often he was shot down.

If Gokudera showed up too late, he would wake Hibari and end up getting away with only his tail between his legs, if he was lucky. If he showed up too early, he left with entirely the wrong sort of bruises. Though the window of opportunity was small, it was more than worth all of the bad luck surrounding it.

Pressed into the wall, cock squeezed between it and his own hip, aching in want and in pain in such a vicious cycle it took the breath right out of him. And Hibari would tease and tease and tease until Gokudera could no longer beg, only the pressure keeping him from coming. The moment his panting slowed was when he'd be turned around, eyes glazed and half-lidded, and Hibari would give a noise of disgust.

It was all about appearances. That was why the arrangement worked.

Falling to his knees, wet-hot mouth clusmily seeking what they both wanted and Hibari watching on in contempt of such a shameless display until just the right moment to take advantage of it. Gokudera always choked and Hibari always hid that self-satisfied smirk from eyes that never would see it anyway, lids bowing immediately, grateful for the intrusion.

At least he was good at it, not that Hibari much cared.

Almost close enough to finish, then he would pull out, raise a firm foot to Gokudera's chest and all but kick him backward and onto the floor where he'd roll over like a dog and go back to begging. He'd whimper at the grasp Hibari's fist took, clamped a little too tightly to make sure that first thrust didn't send the fool over the edge the way it did the first time. They would stay that way for agonizing seconds until Gokudera hastily pushed backward, wanting more, more, more.

His tenacity and determination, even in something so base and lewd, were almost enough to change Hibari's mind about him, and Gokudera knew this.

Always coming into his hand because replacing the tatami is too expensive, then taking Hibari's across his back. Gokudera always wore the same, hand-washed kimono to and from the shower after that, making sure to hide it so the women wouldn't get to it and wonder just what the hell he does in his free time. He didn't care what Hibari ever did afterwards, too busy collapsing, exhausted, into his own bed after finally running out of energy to stand.

Today, Gokudera was irritated because he had missed breakfast.

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Katekyo Hitman Reborn! [Hibari/Gokudera] under the same roof
[info]princeofcats
2009-05-10 10:51 pm UTC (link)
If these hellish soaked-socks-and-impending-influenza conditions could have been made any worse, it would have been to be stuck rooming with that idiot cow. Lady Luck seemed to at least have thrown him an interested glance, though, as Gokudera found himself rooming with the Cloud Guardian.

Whatever; at least he'd be left the hell alone.

Another night, another rain storm, but Gokudera still hangs by the windows to let the smoke from his cigarette filter out of their non-smoking hotel room. Last fucking time he lets Hibari check-in for them. Gokudera takes a long drag that isn't quite enough to finish it off and carefully moves his hand out the window to tip the ashes off into the street.

"What are you doing?"

Startled, Gokudera nearly drops his cigarette, and turns around to glare at his partner. "What the hell does it look like I'm doing?"

"This room is non-smoking."

"That was your brilliant move." Still glowering, Gokudera brings the cigarette back to his lips to find it soaked through. He swears under his breath and tosses the butt out, moving away from the rain-spattered sill to pull the window shut and the curtains closed.

"You were not my first choice either."

"I don't care." Loosening his tie as he stalks, Gokudera heads to the bathroom to shower, all but slamming the door behind him.

He runs the water maybe a little hotter than needed, judging by the way his skin reddens almost instantly beneath it. However, the heat is comforting; the humidity brought on by the steam reminds him of places he would rather be, the warmth transports him there, and once his eyes are closed he can see it all clearly as if he truly were there.

He lathers his skin with the tiny hotel soap, dwarfed even further by large, callused, burn-scarred hands. He tries to lose himself in the graceful gliding, tries to slow his breathing to match that grace, feeling his heartbeat gradually falling into sync.

A shoulder leans into a surprisingly cold shower wall while a hand finds a half-erect cock and starts pumping. He tells himself it is stress relief. His imagination says otherwise.

"Oh, Dio..."

The words tumble from his tongue, the antithesis of any grace he may have had earlier. Pronouns hurdle over adjectives to slam into verbs, articles and prepositions scattering out of their way. Gokudera pays little heed to any of it, wanting only to get them out as quickly as possible, the movements of his wrist reflecting his eagerness. And though his mouth soon begins to fumble even more than it did in the beginning, his hand, thankfully, never does.

Perhaps that is because it is not his hand that still pumps along his length. Fingers stuff themselves into his mouth — he doesn't care whose — and he coats them lewdly with saliva before they are torn away again, probing blindly and urgently behind him. Gokudera gives a wanton groan, arching his back, pushing into and onto those fingers though he fears moving too far from the first hand. It holds fast, though, giving a firm squeeze and one achingly slow jerk before moving back up to speed.

He presses his too-hot forehead to the cool tile of the shower wall, panting and trembling as fingers and palms work over and inside of him. He is holding back, but it is getting more and more difficult to keep up appearances. Finally, he starts begging, just a little, for even a moment's rest so that he might regain a bit of his composure.

Then there is a voice.

"As disgusted as I am to discover your idle fantasies are apparently of me and not the weakling you fawn over, I am still trying to sleep, so, if you would, keep your foolish hobbies to yourself."

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