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JL Sigman (jlsigman) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2009-09-09 07:00:00

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prompts, round eight

PROMPTS: W - Y, Crossovers, RPF
Mod note: there were no Z prompts

Warcraft, Jaina Proudmoore/Arthas Menethil, give chase
Warcraft, Jaina Proudmoore/Arthas Menethil, trophies
Warcraft, Kael'Thas Sunstrider/Jaina Proudmoore, 'I am disinclined to acquiesce your request.'
Warcraft, Kael'Thas Sunstrider/Jaina Proudmoore, advanced learning
Watchmen, Silk Spectre II/Janey Slater, apologise
Watchmen, The Comedian/Laurie Juspeczyk (pre-Under the Hood), the worst thing he's ever done
Watchmen, The Comedian/Rorschach, hero worship
Watchmen, The Comedian/Silk Spectre I, choice
We Need to Talk About Kevin, Kevin [solo], watching
Weiss Kreuz Gluhen, Aya/Asami, a moment of normalcy
Weiss Kreuz Gluhen, Aya/Asami, don't say anything
Weiss Kreuz, Yoji/Aya, breathplay
Weiss Kreuz, Yoji/Aya, dubious consent
Weiss Kreuz, Yoji/Aya, restraint
Weiss Kreuz, Yoji/Aya, sin
West Wing, Amy/CJ, pegging
West Wing, Amy/CJ, revolution
West Wing, Amy/Joey, feminism
West Wing, Amy/Joey, numbers
West Wing, CJ/Joey, fingernails
West Wing, CJ/Joey, laugh
Whitechapel, Chandler/Kent, bed
Whitechapel, Chandler/Kent, tie
Whitechapel, Chandler/Kent, tired
Whole Nine Yards, Jimmy/Jill, “to your career”
Whole Nine Yards, Jimmy/Jill, his clothes
Whole Nine Yards, Jimmy/Jill, no commitments
Whole Nine Yards, Jimmy/Jill, stories
Whole Nine Yards, Jimmy/Jill, teamwork
Wild Things, Duquette/Sam, dirty
Wild Things, Sam/Suzie, fool
Wild Things, Suzie/Sandra, sister
Witch Hunter Robin, Michael/Robin, trust
Wonderfalls, Jaye/Aaron, voices

X-Men (comics), Emma/Bobby, ice
X-Men (comics), Emma/Bobby, mind
X-Men (comics), Emma/Bobby, power
X-Men (comics), Remy/Warren, Antarctica
X-Men (comics), Remy/Warren, feathers
X-Men (comics), Remy/Warren, fight
X-Men (comics), Remy/Warren, hatred
X-Men (movieverse), Pyro/Magneto, for you
X-Men (movieverse), Pyro/Mystique, changed mind
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Logan/Victor, claws
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Logan/Victor, memory
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Logan/Victor, reunion
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Remy/Logan, amnesia
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Logan, the things we did together
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Victor, always about Logan
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Victor, blood
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Victor, daddy
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Victor, favorite soldier
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Victor, morbid fascination
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Victor, slow con
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Wade, absolute control
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Stryker/Zero, anything
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/James, colder
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/James, lullabies
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/James, new beginnings
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/James, no past
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/Logan, clean slate
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/Scott, bite
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/Scott, captured
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/Scott, hunt
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/Scott, struggling
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/Scott, Stryker witness
X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Victor/Scott, surrender
Xena: Warrior Princess, Xena/Ares, come melt into me
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, against the wall
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, maid costume
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, stay in school
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, through his eyes

Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, opposites
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, soft fur, sleek scales
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Tsuzuki, first shiki and first lover
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Tsuzuki, never enough
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Tsuzuki, skipping work for pleasure
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Tsuzuki, you need some exercise after all those sweets
Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Tatsumi, what would you do for him?
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, explosive
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, fighting is another word for foreplay
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, secret visits to a certain cell
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, all for your protection
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, blue is such a pretty colour
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, sacred duty
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, you are the exception
Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Tsuzuki, can't wait any longer
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Hisoka, Hisoka on top
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Hisoka, Oops
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, massage-oil
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, soft darkness
Yo-Jin-Bo, Ittosai/Sayori, broken
Yo-Jin-Bo, Muneshige/Sayori, impossible to ignore
Yo-Jin-Bo, Yo/Sayori, ninja
You got served, Elgin/Wade, competition
Young Avengers, Hawkeye/Speed, femdom

Crossover, Aladdin/Hercules (Disney animated), Hercules/Aladdin, a race through the sky
Crossover, Aladdin/Hercules (Disney animated), Hercules/Aladdin, contrast
Crossover, Aladdin/Hercules (Disney animated), Jasmine/Megora, while the boys were out playing
Crossover, Amazing Spider-man/Tarzan, Peter Parker/Tarzan, swing this way
Crossover, Angel/Harry Potter, Angel/Draco, unsympathetic
Crossover, Angel/Harry Potter, Draco/Spike, never had the guts
Crossover, Angel/Harry Potter, Drusilla/Bellatrix,
Crossover, Angel/Harry Potter, Faith/Sirius, prisoner
Crossover, Angel/High School Musical, Sharpay/Harmony, blonde
Crossover, Angel/Watchmen, Angel/Comedian, the eighties, guilt
Crossover, Angel/Watchmen, Angel/Spike/Comedian, World War II
Crossover, Angel/Watchmen, Spike/Comedian, the sixties
Crossover, Batman (movieverse)/Watchmen, Joker/Comedian, scars
Crossover, Batman Beyond/DC Comics, Terry McGinnis/Tim Drake, new tricks
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), G1!Megatron/BW!Megatron, crucify
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), G1!Megatron/BW!Megatron, dominance
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), G1!Megatron/BW!Megatron, dragon
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), G1!Megatron/BW!Megatron, fire
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), G1!Megatron/BW!Megatron, lesson
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Optimus Primal, bond
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Optimus Primal, burden
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Optimus Primal, destiny
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Optimus Primal, dream
Crossover, Beast Wars/Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Optimus Primal, mask
Crossover, Burn Notice/James Bond, Michael Westen/James Bond, any
Crossover, Caprica/Gossip Girl, Lacey/Blair, Missing her
Crossover, Caprica/Gossip Girl, Zoey/Georgina, trouble
Crossover, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory/Harry Potter, Mike/Dudley, gamers
Crossover, Cowboy Bebop/Devil May Cry, Spike/Trish, almost looks like her
Crossover, Devil Wears Prada/Harry Potter, Miranda Priestly/Rita Skeeter, journalism
Crossover, Dexter/Twelve Kingdoms, Youko/Deborah, serve and protect
Crossover, Everwood/Glee, Ephram/Rachel, Julliard, music, drive
Crossover, Everwood/Gossip Girl, Ephram/Serena, page 6, spoiled little rich girl, I remember you
Crossover, Fantastic Four/Beauty and the Beast, The Thing/Beast, cursed
Crossover, Fantastic Four/Sleeping Beauty, Doctor Doom/Maleficent, summoning
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Final Fantasy Versus XIII, Cloud/Noctis, at the barber's
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Final Fantasy X, Yuffie/Auron, ninja vs samurai
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Fullmetal Alchemist, Cloud/Wrath, kidnapping
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Kingdom Hearts Genesis/KH!Cloud wingkink, being a monster (or not)
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Labyrinth, Cloud/Jareth, such broken dreams
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Memoirs of a Geisha, Cloud/Zack/Genesis, a new geisha in the house
Crossover, Final Fantasy X/Final Fantasy X-2, Shuyin/Tidus, the same and yet so different
Crossover, Gundam Wing/Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Middie, securing loyalties
Crossover, Gundam Wing/Bleach, Wufei/Hitsugaya, fire and ice
Crossover, Gundam Wing/Darker Than Black, Amber/Relena, “there was no need to bribe me, you know”
Crossover, Gundam Wing/Darker Than Black, Amber/Relena, idealism and/or charisma
Crossover, Howard the Duck/Disney classics, Howard the Duck/Donald Duck, pottymouth
Crossover, Iron Man/Incredible Hulk, Tony Stark/Bruce Banner, sweetness
Crossover, Iron Man/Incredible Hulk, Tony Stark/Emil Blonsky, big guns
Crossover, Iron Man/Incredible Hulk, Tony Stark/Emil Blonsky/Bruce Banner, we used to be friends
Crossover, Iron Man/Incredible Hulk, Tony Stark/General Ross, drunk in an alley
Crossover, Ironman/Buzz Lightyear of Star Command, Tony Stark/Buzz Lightyear, a real, live spaceman
Crossover, Ironman/Buzz Lightyear of Star Command, Tony Stark/Buzz Lightyear, that damn engineer
Crossover, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!/Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, Carmen/Reborn, circles
Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Sora, he has it memorized
Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud dream sex, Cloud as Zack’s Nobody
Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Trinity Blood, Cloud/Abel/Sephiroth, dog tags, “a convenient handle”
Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Trinity Blood, Riku/Abel Nightroad, “being an octopus was certainly different”
Crossover, OC/Gossip Girl, Kaitlyn/Jenny, roommates, college, experiment
Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, call
Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, calligraphy
Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, courtly
Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, reflect
Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, travel
Crossover, Strangers in Paradise/Firefly, Bambi/Jayne, heroic
Crossover, The Mighty Thor/Hercules, Hercules/Thor, different gods
Crossover, Transformers Movieverse/Transformers G1, Bumblebee/Spike/Bumblebee/Sam, similarities
Crossover, Twilight/Vampire Diaries, Elena Gilbert/Bella Swan, education
Crossover, X-Men/Beauty and the Beast, Belle/Dr. Hank McCoy, fur
Crossover, X-Men/Beauty and the Beast, Logan/Beast, claws
Crossover, X-Men/Hunchback of Notre Dame, Nightcrawler/Quasimodo, outcasts
Crossover, Y:The Last Man/Strangers in Paradise, Alter/Tambi, back down

RPF, Alison Janney/Kristin Cheneworth (actor), project
RPF, Alison Janney/Marlee Matlin (actor), heels
RPF, Ana Marie Cox/Rachel Maddow (pundit), cocktail
RPF, Ana Marie Cox/Rachel Maddow (pundit), eccentric
RPF, Ana Marie Cox/Rachel Maddow (pundit), fetish
RPF, Ana Marie Cox/Rachel Maddow (pundit), trivia
RPF, Anton Yelchin/Karl Urban (actor), slut
RPF, Brandon Flowers/Bono,(music), beautiful boy
RPF, Bruce Greenwood/Chris Hemsworth (actor), flirt
RPF, Christian Bale/Jon Rhys-Myers (actor), glitter
RPF, Dahlia Lithwick/Rachel Maddow (pundit), brainy
RPF, Dahlia Lithwick/Rachel Maddow (pundit), kinky
RPF, Ewan McGregor/Christian Bale, (actor), remembrance
RPF, Heath Ledger/Christian Bale, (actor), before Batman
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Liam Neeson (actor), collar
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Liam Neeson (actor), cufflinks
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Liam Neeson (actor), kneel
RPF, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jackie Earle Haley, laugh
RPF, Jeremy Northram/Jon Rhys-Myers (actor), slap
RPF, Kristen Bell/Rashida Jones, (actor), coffee, airplane, travel, Missouri
RPF, Mark Ballas/Maksim Chmerkovskiy (dancer), flexible
RPF, Mark Ballas/Maksim Chmerkovskiy (dancer), obedience
RPF, Mark Ballas/Maksim Chmerkovskiy (dancer), spanking
RPF, Marlee Matlin/Mary Louise Parker (actor), camera
RPF, Megan Fox/Zac Efron, (actor), cherry
RPF, Megan Fox/Zac Efron, (actor), pegging
RPF, Nicole Kidman/Naomi Watts, (actor),before
RPF, Sigmund Freud/Carl Jung,(other), crack
RPF, Viggo Mortensen/ Sean Bean, (actor), dusk, dawn

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Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Trinity Blood, Riku/Abel Nightroad, “being an octopus was certainly diff

ladynero
2009-09-09 08:55 pm UTC (link)

Shivering as the magic caressed him, Abel fought against closing his eyes as his body was changed to fit the environment. He didn’t know how Riku had managed to convince him to come to Atlantica, but here he was, letting the magic change him for this underwater world. As the magic finally faded, he glanced down and yelped at the sight of eight black arms stretching down from his hips.

There was a snicker from Riku, and Abel glanced over at him to find him floating there, his own tentacles streaked with the same aqua green color of his eyes. “You’d think you’d never had tentacles before.”

“Forgive me, but I was expecting one limb, not eight,” Abel drawled, tilting his head to get his hair out of his face only to huff and brush it as a stray current blew it right back into his face. Riku snickered harder before moving over to help tame the knee length hair.

“I think you have a few more limbs with this stuff,” teased Riku, and Abel relaxed as his hair was fixed in a way to keep it mostly free but out of his face. He hadn’t realized his new limbs had been slowly curling around Riku’s until he went to move away and found himself trapped against the teen.

He tried to figure out how to get untangled from Riku without embarrassing either of them only to find his coils quite firmly caught bu Riku as the teen moved around to face him. There was a sly, almost predatory smirk on Riku’s face, and he rested his hands on Abel’s shoulders as he leaned in.

“You weren’t trying to get free were you?” he purred, and Abel swallowed, his eyes a bit wide. Riku brushed his lips against Abel’s, and Abel shivered as Riku twined them tighter, touching and rubbing in all the right spots. Abel moaned and realized that being an octopus was certainly different. Especially with Riku to show him the best features.

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	Re: Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Trinity Blood, Riku/Abel Nightroad, “being an octopus was certainly jlsigman 2009-09-09 08:59 pm UTC (link)
	I have no idea who Abel is, but I think I need to go find out now. ded (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Trinity Blood, Riku/Abel Nightroad, “being an octopus was certainly ladynero 2009-09-09 09:01 pm UTC (link)
	He's the main character in the anime series Trinity Blood. He's a traveling priest with the Vatican's AX department, over 900 years old, and a vampire's vampire. smirks points to icon The one with the story is him in his Crusnik form and this is him the rest of the time. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Weiss Kreuz, Yoji/Aya, breathplay

mystiri_1
2009-09-10 08:34 am UTC (link)

It's Aya's idea, Aya's solution, and he looks just as cold and expressionless dicussing it as he does anything that doesn't involve his sister or the name Takatori. Never mind that Yohji might kill him, never mind that his plan involves having sex with Yohji – something Yohji could only have ever dreamed of before developing his little 'problem', and he's not quite sure this he believes this could really happen even now – to Aya's twisty and convoluted mind it is a perfectly reasonable solution that doesn't put innocents at risk.

(Yohji would wonder if Aya was trying to get killed, only he seems so much more well-balanced and almost sane now that his sister's awake. Usually. Current conversation aside.)

“Why?” Yohji finally asks, bewildered.

“We're on the same team,” Aya replies. “And I don't believe you'll kill one of your own teammates.”

Once upon a time, Yohji would have been sure he couldn't kill a lover, but things have changed. He's changed, and he's not so sure he can be fixed.

When the hell did Aya become the optimistic one?

“Yohji.”

Th word has the lash of ice that he associates with dangerous Aya, and it jerks him out of his thoughts.

“You're not going to kill me.”

Arguing with Aya in that kind of mood is hazardous to his health, and – oh, fuck, Aya's taking his clothes off, and his brain has just short-circuited in ways that mean mustering a coherent argument is completely out of the question anyway.

He reaches out and discovers that however cold Aya looks, his skin is warm to the touch, almost hot, and who knew Aya could kiss like that?

All of his reservations disappear under the urgings of his body, which is screaming at him how much it wants to fuck Aya, now. The bed creaks in protest at the sudden weight of two grown men. Yohji's clothes are tugged off impatiently. Aya hands him a tube and he fumbles it open, squeezing cold liquid onto his fingers. He does his best to make sure Aya's ready – so hot, so tight that it's hard to resist plunging in immediately - then slicks some on his cock and pushes inside.

Yohji's eyes close and a groan of pure bliss escapes him. The feeling is so close to perfect he must be dreaming; when he opens his eyes to see the flush of colour on Aya's usually pale cheeks, lips swollen, violet eyes dazed with passion, he knows he is.

Then those eyes narrow warningly, and Aya hisses, “Move, dammit.”

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Weiss Kreuz, Yoji/Aya, breathplay - pt2

mystiri_1
2009-09-10 08:37 am UTC (link)

He moves and everything becomes lost in a haze of lust and pleasure. Until Aya says, “Do it.”

He doesn't understand at first, but Aya takes one of his hands and places it at his throat. “Do it,” he repeats.

It's like a bucket of icy cold water as he remembers exactly why it is they're both here, why this is happening. He wants to protest: to say no, they're not doing this, but he's still hard, painfully so, and Aya's watching, waiting. His other hand creeps up to join it, and wrap around the slender column. He's moving, hips thrusting mindlessly, helplessly, as his fingers tighten.

He watches as Aya breathes in and out, then again with increasing difficulty. The body beneath his is becoming tense, but Aya doesn't struggle, just keeps drawing shallower breaths as his air supply disappears. Finally, he tries to breathe and can't.

Time seems to stretch an eternity to Yohji as his lover – his team-mate – struggles to breathe and Yohji just fucks him, never taking his eyes away from the sight of his hands wrapped around Aya's throat, never looking away from Aya's face as he slowly strangles him.

Finally, Aya's body arches, mouth opening on a soundless cry, eyes fluttering shut, and for a fraction of a second Yohji thinks that he's done it, he's killed Aya. Then he feels warm fluid splash against his stomach, feels Aya's muscles tightening around him, milking him as the redhead comes. Maybe it's surprise that has his hands letting go, or maybe Aya was right and he wouldn't kill a team-mate, but he cries out, hips pumping wildly as it send hims over the edge and into orgasm.

He collapses forward, head resting against Aya's neck. The sound of Aya breathing echoes loudly in his ear, overwhelming the pounding of his own heart. It's a little ragged, but it's there.

“Get off,” Aya rasps. “You're heavy.”

Yohji rolls over with a groan, and stares at the ceiling for several long minutes. Then he turns his head to stare at Aya. He can already see the bruises forming against pale skin: the outline of his hands around Aya's throat.

For a moment, he feels a flicker of panic and guilt, but it's outweighed by the knowledge that he stopped. He didn't kill Aya. He didn't strangle his lover in the throes of sex, even if he came close.

For the first time in months, Yohji's feeling optimistic about the future. If Aya suggests this again, he won't say no.

But the best thing is, if Yohji suggests it next time, he's quite sure that Aya won't say no, either.

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Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Labyrinth, Cloud/Jareth, such broken dreams

aikonamika
2009-09-11 05:35 pm UTC (link)

Jareth had watched the boy closely for years; not because he had a little brother or sister that could possibly be wished away to become another one of his goblins, but because of the sheer strength of the boy’s dreams. How fervently he wished, how desperately. Of all the people in the spirits-forsaken little town of Nibelheim, so close to his own stronghold, it was the boy who stood out more than anyone else.

Of course, he’d watched his mother when she was younger, but she’d focused her dreams so quickly and then lost them almost as fast, and proceeded to lose herself in parts of her mind even the Goblin King couldn’t go. But her son…oh, he was a prize.

He’d lost him for a while when the boy went to the human city, surrounded by iron and taint, but he’d finally come back to his mountain town, and Jareth had lured him away into the mountains the first night they’d been there, bringing pretty little Cloud to his stronghold and his bed.

Those dreams were so broken now, he reflected sadly as he looked upon the bowed golden head that had been hidden by the useless helm. So broken and shattered, and even now he was floundering around for something to settle on as a new dream with that powerful will of his. A little smile curved his lips, and he reached down to catch a delicate chin with white-gloved fingers.

“Hush, pretty. You’re beautiful the way you are, SOLDIER or not,” he murmured, and then drew Cloud close before he could protest, capturing his lips in a kiss.

He knew the boy would be confused, but he was still willing, and a good deal of that willingness came from how long Jareth had spent watching him and protecting him when he was younger. His subconscious mind recognized it and was comforted, enough that the Goblin King stripped the blue uniform away and brought his young body to aching pleasure.

“My lovely consort,” he purred, staring down into wide blue eyes even as his fingers worked with magic to open and relax and slick him, to prepare him for his cock. “Don’t worry about those losses. I’ve waited for you so long.”

“But-” For the first time that night, Cloud managed a word, and Jareth was quick to banish any others from his lips with a smooth slide into his body, feeling the vice-grip of heat around him that felt untouched by any other. So even the taint of the human city hadn’t been able to warp him, and that pleased him greatly. This boy would be his consort alone.

“Call my name, love. Let me hear you say it.” He reached down to wrap his hand around the developing cock, felt his boy clench around him, and watched those beautiful lips part on a tremulous moan.

“Jareth!” The boy fell from the pinnacle of pleasure, and Jareth kissed him to capture those sweet moans for his memories, even as he gave in to his own pleasure to mark him as his own. His consort, to be treasured, to mend those broken dreams and replace them with dreams far sweeter that he would do everything in his power to fulfill.

And there was no power in the world that could wrench his boy away.

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	Re: Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Labyrinth, Cloud/Jareth, such broken dreams jlsigman 2009-09-11 05:37 pm UTC (link)
	gasp flail SQUEE!! Sooo shiny and soft and PRETTY! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Labyrinth, Cloud/Jareth, such broken dreams aikonamika 2009-09-12 02:09 am UTC (link)
	And then Nibelheim happens and Jareth loses his boy for a while. knew what would happen after, but was having problems wrestling with the muse Glad you liked it! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Labyrinth, Cloud/Jareth, such broken dreams ladynero 2009-09-11 10:01 pm UTC (link)
	blinks I never imagined anything like this for my prompt... PURRS Oh so beautiful....... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Labyrinth, Cloud/Jareth, such broken dreams aikonamika 2009-09-12 02:13 am UTC (link)
	Hee hee! I'm so glad you liked it! And then Hojo goes and breaks Cloud more and Jareth is Very Annoyed. <3 (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Labyrinth, Cloud/Jareth, such broken dreams ladynero 2009-09-12 03:48 pm UTC (link)
	Can we have more please? smirks and encourages the muses (Reply to this) (Parent)

Crossover, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!/Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, Carmen/Reborn, circles 1/2

monochrome-song.livejournal.com
2009-09-12 05:46 am UTC (link)

“Gorgeous.” She slowly sauntered up the length of the dark gallery. The soft tap of her heels on marble and the faint sounds of the museum gala that was taking place several galleries down the only sounds in the deserted hall. Her gloved fingers trailed over the the velvet rope that kept visitors back from the paintings in an almost caress as she sighed. “I really do love original works. You never get this kind of luster from a copy. It's all in the aging.”

Pausing in front of a particularly spectacular piece, she glanced over her shoulder to eye the man whom had been shadowing her ever since her discreet exit from the party. Her voice lilted conversationally. “Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Hitman?”

“I suppose so,” Reborn didn't move from his place half-hidden in the shadows, arms crossed as he leaned casually up against a wall. “Though, even an original patina can be wasted on poor composition.”

“So you mean to suggest beauty comes before age rather than with it?” She teased airily.

“Not necessarily. I was merely saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And,” A corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. “I consider myself to have a particularly discerning eye.”

“Understandable.” She conceded. Studying him briefly from under the brim of her hat, she nodded again towards the paintings. “Of course, there's beauty and then there's beauty. And, the Vongola do seem to have an exceptional taste when it comes to beautiful things.”

He gave a dangerous smile, dark eyes taking on a faintly challenging gleam. “So long as you look but don't touch, Miss Sandiego.”

If she was surprised at being called out she didn't show it. But then, Reborn wouldn't have been half the hitman he was if he'd though she would be shaken by something as measly as name dropping. She was infamous, after all. Even in circles as selective as theirs.

And, as might have been expected, Carmen merely smiled at the accusation. “Here to slap my fingers, Signore Reborn?”

“That would all depend on your willingness to return the curator's master key ” His smile grew a touch wider. Levering himself up from the wall, he nonchalantly brushed any hint of dust away from his perfectly pressed suit “...As well as the set of Baroque rings you stole from the Vongola's Gala.”

Tilting her hat back far enough for him to get a clear look of her features, she arched an eyebrow. The coy turn of her bright red lips contrasting sharply with the appraising sheen in her eyes as she turned to face him, long red trench-coat flaring gracefully around her. Then, with a tiny shrug, she lifted a hand from her pocket. The key in question dangled carelessly from her fingertips.

“You are just as good as they say, aren't you?”

“Better.” He corrected evenly.

“Confident, too. Always an attractive feature in a man.” She noted. It took her six steps to cross the distance between them, hips swaying as she walked. Her voice lowered to a purr and she twirled the key on her finger. “But then, it's easy to be all-knowing when your Family was the one that tried to hire me in the first place.”

And though Carmen had declined the initial formal missive from the Vongola Boss on principle, the curiosity had been there and she had come anyway to steal the rings on her own terms. Right under the noses of second string thieves and mafia men alike. A private gallery tour had simply been icing on the cake.

She paused in front of Reborn and, in the silence, the soft buzz of the Gala could still be heard faintly off in the distance. There was no doubt the missing items in question had yet to be discovered by the masses. Instead, the party seemed to still be in full swing.

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Crossover, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!/Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, Carmen/Reborn, circles 2/2

monochrome-song.livejournal.com
2009-09-12 05:48 am UTC (link)

“Stealing from yourselves. It seems a terrible amount of fuss to make over a handful of jewelry.” Granted there was no way he'd allow her to simply walk away with one their Family's treasures. But that didn't mean she couldn't attempt to sate her curiosity in the meanwhile. Not that the fine details really mattered in the first place. Carmen had been around long enough to be able to tell when people simply needed items to conveniently disappear for awhile. “Dissension in the ranks?”

Also, granted was the fact that he was far too loyal to do anything more than throw red herrings. “Perhaps they simply became too ugly to look at?”

Carmen laughed softly.

“Back to the question of beauty are we?” She gestured vaguely towards her person to indicate the rings she was hiding. “I assume then, that these are something that can only be beautiful in the eye of a particularly discerning beholder?”

“Of course.” Reborn allowed, unable to quite mask the amusement in his eyes as she casually tossed his own words back at him.

“So out of all the Vongola's beautiful things I've taken an ugly set of rings. How tragic.” She sighed dramatically. “Still it seems horribly rude to ask a lady to simply give up her hard earned prize.”

“Oh?” He quirked a brow. The beginnings of a smirk played about his lips. “Well, I'd hate to be anything less than a gentleman.”

“Good. Chivalry is so hard to find these days.” With one last, skillful twirl of her finger, the Curator's key was slipped into Reborn's breast pocket with all the smoothness of a master thief. “Perhaps we can talk business then?”

“So long as business also includes the mold of the key hidden inside the inner lining of your left coat pocket...” Reborn trailed off purposefully. Grasping her proffered hand, he paused long enough to brush a polite kiss over her gloved knuckles.

“Oh, you are very good indeed.” She praised, her eyes raking appreciatively over his form as he straightened.

“I try. ” Reborn tipped his hat slightly, returning the look with a confident curl to his smirk before gesturing lightly. “After you?”

Pressing red lips together, she hummed consideringly as she turned to move. Walking towards the nearest emergency exit, she pushed it open with a flick of the wrist and Reborn was unsurprised to see that the alarms had already been deactivated. Confident in his ability to follow, she shot a glance over her shoulder.

“Really,” Carmen gave a slow seductive smile before turning to lead the way into the night. “At this rate, I may just have to let you frisk me.”

Reborn simply grinned. “Let it never be said I couldn't appreciate the beauty of a woman who knows what she wants.”

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	Re: Crossover, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!/Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, Carmen/Reborn, circles demoerin 2009-09-14 06:17 pm UTC (link)
	YES. So very YES. This was my prompt, and I didn't really expect it to be filled, so now it's filled so well it's like a double treat! I love how they work against each other so elegantly, and both of them so sharp. Mmmmmm. ♥ (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Crossover, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!/Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, Carmen/Reborn, circles monochrome-song.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 12:28 am UTC (link)
	Thanks. I had oodles of fun filling this. Though, the two of them kept on being more interested in playing mindgames than actually getting down to the smexing. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, courtly

aikonamika
2009-09-13 01:09 am UTC (link)

[ Note: I apologize for this not being porny, but the muses weren’t quite interested. Besides, I don’t think Mickey would cheat on Minnie. *sheepish* Also, it’s been quite a long time since Okami for me.]

If he hadn’t met and fallen in love with Minnie long ago, Mickey knew that he could easily have fallen in love with Amaterasu. The sun goddess-wolf was beautiful and elegant, her style and manners drawing all of the court at Disney Castle to their best behavior. Even with the rude, squawking little flea that accompanied her, she flowed through the various trials that were presented to her with that same courtly manner.
When he entered the gardens for a walk to think about the latest difficulties with the Heartless, he found her there, devoid of the armor and weapons he’d found her with, carefully providing a bowl of seeds to several of the little squirrels that ran through the gardens. They accepted them joyfully, and he could almost see the love flowing from them to her as they ate.

Golden eyes caught his form, and she lifted her head to look at him fully, and then nodded gracefully in greeting.

“G’morning, Amaterasu,” he said cheerfully, looking at the squirrels and then at the garden itself. It was still sparse in growing things, but that was to be accepted in early spring. Still… “It sure is a nice day, isn’t it?”

She nodded once more, quiet as she always was, and then the world seemed to flicker for a moment as her power traced over the tree in front of them in a graceful ink-stroke. And then the tree burst into blossom, beautiful little white-pink blooms that tumbled slowly to the ground. He’d brought this tree to Disney Castle for her, as a last remnant of her dying world.

Amaterasu caught a cluster of blossoms delicately in her mouth, and then offered them to Mickey.

“Oh, gosh! That’s still amazing. Thank you!” He accepted them, and made plans to put them in a vase on his desk. Which reminded him… “Oh, I got something that I thought you might like! Oh, where did I put that,” he muttered, searching through his robes before his hand closed securely on a package. Tucking the flowers into a buttonhole, he held out the box to her, pulling the lid off and tucking it beneath so he could wrap it up again for her after.

Nestled neatly in the box was a bottle of rich, high-quality ink, and fine paper that was the best he could buy.

“I saw these and thought you’d like ‘em. I hope you don’t mind?” She shook her head, tail wagging for a moment, and he felt himself flush with pleasure even as he smiled and boxed them back up, tying the string around them for her.

She accepted the box, but put it down at her feet for the time being as they both watched the flowers on the tree continue to slowly blossom and drift down, comfortable in the shared silence.

Finally, when he knew Donald was likely running around in a flailing panic trying to find him, he sighed and gathered up the flowers she’d given him again.

“I suppose I should go,” he said. “I’ll see you around then,” he added, bowing to her a little in return to her nod, and then headed for the door back into the castle.

Glancing over his shoulder at her, the box of ink and paper at her feet, he sighed one last time. Yes, he could easily have fallen in love with her, especially with this courtly game of gifts they seemed to share.

-

The next morning, he woke up to find a paper scroll rolled up on his desk next to the vase of flowers, showing his name written in the beautiful, dark calligraphy that Amaterasu favored, and smiled.

He’d have to find an appropriate gift in return, to continue the game.

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	Re: Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, courtly saesama 2009-09-13 08:29 am UTC (link)
	\o/ My goodness, that's a lot of lovely imagery. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, courtly aikonamika 2009-09-13 09:05 am UTC (link)
	giggles Thanks. I know that I wanted to capture the feel of Okami's art because it's just beautiful, so I kept trying to see the scenes in that art style as I wrote them. ^_^ Glad you liked! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, courtly demoerin 2009-09-14 06:11 pm UTC (link)
	My goodness, this is lovely. They're so godly/kingly and yet sweet! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, courtly raisedbymoogles 2009-09-17 01:23 am UTC (link)
	Awww, they're adorable together. ^_^ Just as I thought. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Crossover: FFVII/FFX: Auron/Yuffie "Ninja versus Samurai"

tainted4life
2009-09-13 09:16 pm UTC (link)

NINJA VERSUS SAMURAI

The only good thing about the Wyrd Hare is that it has an excellent master bed. The decision of who sleeps in it when is usually a long and complicated argument (usually Yuffie attempts to persuade them to let her have it, and though it would be inappropriate that she not sleep alone, it is equally inappropriate that such a small person take such a large bed for herself) but, for once, they're not arguing.

And for once, they're not being appropriate.

She's tight around him, warm and soft and surprisingly good. Her hands dig into his shoulder while she rolls her hips in a fluid motion that leaves him gasping.

Auron throws his head back, feels his own fingers dig into her tiny waist. He's gripping her tightly, he knows, tightly enough to hurt, but her hips never stop rocking.

He takes in a deep breath, half from the sensations of pleasure, half from reluctance to lose their little bet.

He has to close his good eye for a moment, block out the sight of her moving above him, her head thrown back to expose that pale throat, her eyes closed in concentration or ecstasy.

She curls forward, showcasing that amazing flexibility once more, tangles her hands in his hair and bites him. Her teeth dig into his neck, right where the neck meets the shoulder, and he gasps her name.

He doesn't like gasping. It feels like a loss of control.

She rolls her hips again and uncurls, her back and neck once again arching. Auron watches her hands travel along her body, finally rising to her shoulders so she's stretching.

He fights back a groan, his grip on her hips tightening just a hair. Her rhythm speeds up and he groans again, closing his eyes.

"Neat trick," he says, when she tightens around him in a movement he suspects is deliberate.

"H-hey, Auron," she says, her voice just a little lower than usual, breathless in a way he likes hearing.

"Hn?"

"Feels like--ah!--I'm winning."

He closes his mouth for a moment to lock in the groan, because whatever she's doing with her hips is a dirty, dirty trick and he likes it. When he can speak again without betraying himself, he tells her, "You're not."

She merely laughs, though it comes out more like a panting chuckle.

Auron lets his hands rove along her body, finally sliding them just low enough. Her only response is a long, loud moan. His lips twitch into a smirk.

Look like she'll be quieting down whenever he tells her to for the next seven days.

Her eyes open. Auron watches, his fingers digging even dipper into her hips, as she looks at him through a curtain of eyelashes and dark hair.

The grin is unmistakable. He knows that grin well, even if its exact meaning seems something known distantly.

With a twist of her hips, she uses another dirty trick, one that is completely unfair. Coupled with the rhythm they've reached, it's enough to send him over the edge.

Climax is made a strange sensation; he's half giving into it and half fighting to stay in control. When he finally relaxes again, Yuffie collapses beside him with a whimper that sounds half-sated, half-irritated.

"Told you I'd win," she says. She sounds as if she wishes she hadn't. "Dead guys have no stamina."

"Hngh," he says.

"So, you wanna hand your sunglasses over now, or you wanna wait?" Her hand is warm on his chest. He watches her prop her elbows on his chest. That cheeky grin is back. "Ready to quit, or are you gonna tell me you want a rematch?"

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Set in the Burnt Offerings universe

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Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Tatsumi, what would you do for him?

fairbreeze
2009-09-14 02:51 am UTC (link)

(I doubt this is exactly what the requester intended. Sorry. :D)

"What would you do for him?" the words whispered across his cheek, the body at his back, pressing him against the wall with hands, hips, warm though it shouldn't have been. Tatsumi could have struggled, could have fought against him, might have won, but for now, he just closed his eyes, feeling the cold of the brick sink into his skin.

"What would you do to free him from me, hm? Would you take his place? Would you deal with me? Does it make you sick to know that I've touched him in ways that you never can, never will, that even if you take him from me, he's mine in a way that he will never be yours? Does that eat away under your skin?" Tatsumi shook his head, slightly, feeling his glasses cut into the side of his cheek, but it wasn't a denial, not really.

"Would you sacrifice so that he doesn't have to, even though you know it's futile, would just buy him time? You would, wouldn't you..." it wasn't a question and he didn't bother to deny it, "You would scream for me, over and over again, just to save him from one," Muraki kicked his legs apart, his weight holding him to the wall turning more lewd than suggestive, "You would give yourself to me--"

"No," he said, simply and calmly, and here, in the shadows, the other's weight was nothing to him, an easy matter to move, to turn, to buffet him off like a fly, when he was here and in his element. "I would give everything I am to him. For him. Not to you." Comprehension dawned slowly in Muraki's eyes, crazed and denying,

"You can't possibly. They'll destr--"

Sometimes, disbelief was the best weapon. In the darkness, there was no reason to hold back.

Bloodstained and wounded, he headed back to Meifu. There would be paperwork to fill out and questions to answer. There were rules against this sort of thing, and he knew every last one, every last nightmarish punishment that would be handed down against this act.

But in the morning, when he woke up, Tsuzuki's nightmare would be over, and it would never return.

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	Re: Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Tatsumi, what would you do for him? (Anonymous) 2009-09-16 03:15 am UTC (link)
	oooh this was quite good, I requested this and you did an excellent job! Thank you!!! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Warcraft, Kael'Thas Sunstrider/Jaina Proudmoore, advanced learning (pt 1)

fairbreeze
2009-09-14 03:05 am UTC (link)

(This got long on me, sorry!)

Really, he shouldn't be doing this.

She was beautiful, all golden and soft skin and so young.

And he shouldn't be... really, he shouldn't be.

But she'd asked him last night about showing her something a little bit more advanced, something that they weren't teaching her in her classes, and she was bright enough for it, strong enough to sit in his seat someday when she'd learned more control, more wisdom. She was smart enough and beautiful and maybe he'd had a bit too much wine, because he'd agreed, told her to meet him in his study the next day. And between that point and now, he'd come up with the plan.

Maybe, he'd thought, she wouldn't even come.

But she had, and she was here, and he wondered if he was in the grips of some spell he hadn't sensed, because he felt vaguely disconnected as he told her that this kind of magic required two people, trust, and touch, to learn. She seemed surprised, but not at all disbelieving, innocent as he wrapped an arm around her waist, under her own and pulled her back against him, the fingers of the other hand tangling with hers. He could smell her hair, feel the warmth of her against his chest like this, and he thought that it would be enough, to have the thin illusion of her here, but it wasn't.

He whispered the words of the spell against the soft skin of her cheek, her neck, and she tilted her head slightly, obediently, to the other side, repeating the words. She was just a baby to his people, he reminded himself, sternly, barely the age of majority in her own, and she was a student. And that last thought, her combined youth and the impropriety of wanting her no matter her age, shouldn't have made him want to tangle his hand in her hair and leave welts in the skin under his mouth but it did. It did and it was all he could do to keep his breathing even, his voice slightly impassive as it slid along her skin.

The hand at her waist had her hand atop it already and he lightly grasped her fingers from below, sliding his hand up to rest over her heart, bringing hers along with it. Her skin was so warm under his fingers and he could feel her breathing, could have felt her heartbeat if his own wasn't trying so hard to slam through his chest. The final words to the spell stuttered out of his mouth, and he could have died from the embarrassment of having let this go so far, of being this affected by her, but she didn't even seem to notice, pronouncing the last words far more perfectly than he did.

She practically squealed with delight as the flower sprouted, opened, and bloomed perfectly underneath her hand, as he'd known it would. She leaned her head backwards on his shoulder to look at him and he had to school his features quickly,

"Was that good?" her eyes were innocent, bright and he tried to look at them instead of what her leaning back revealed down the front of her robes. It was wrong of him to take advantage of something so innocent, so young...

"It's very good, particularly for a first try," he tried to keep his voice steady, though he knew he wasn't entirely successful. He never should have done this, never should have flirted with these feelings this way. "But it would..." wracked with guilt, he couldn't continue, couldn't take this any farther. He had to extricate himself from this, get away, get her scent out of his head, the feel of her off of his hands, "Do you... want to practice it one more time before you try it by y--"

"It would work even better if we touched more, wouldn't it?" she interrupted him, "That's what you were going to say," and Light help him, but there was suddenly something knowing in her eyes, the corners of them crinkling slightly in amusement. He didn't know what expression he was making, just trying to hold still was costing him every ounce of control that he had, but she must have seen something there to make her own go mischievous, "Well, go on then," she said, after a moment, "I came here to learn. Teach me." It almost sounded like a challenge.

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Re: Warcraft, Kael'Thas Sunstrider/Jaina Proudmoore, advanced learning (pt 2)

fairbreeze
2009-09-14 03:06 am UTC (link)

He slid his hand up her neck, tilting her head back more and kissed her before he could think better of it, her lips soft underneath his. He forgot himself in the taste of her, licking at her lips and then the inside of her mouth like a flame, then leaving the hot trail of bruises down her neck he'd been fantasizing about since he'd pulled her into his arms. It wasn't until he paused to breathe for a moment and felt her shaking slightly that he remembered she was young, probably had never done this before, and even though that made him ache sickeningly with want, he needed to go more slowly. If he wasn't careful, it could be too much, he was so much older and...

Another wave of almost revulsion at himself for wanting this like he did was cut short as she turned in his arms and brought her hands down to her robe, tugging a bit at it in a few places and the whole thing just slid off her shoulders and pooled on the floor. She was a dream in white, underneath-- she wasn't one for fancy things, really, but that her underwear had one, tiny, white bow on the front of it and that she was wearing white stockings under there, made him almost mad for her. She blushed as his eyes slid over her, hungrily, unable to help himself, but she still had that amused, almost challenging look in her eyes, even as she kind of drew in on herself a little as he stared, the blush creeping down her chest slightly.

"Well?" she said, her voice a little higher than normal, nervous but determined, as she gestured at his robes, "It's strange... if I'm the only one..." he had his robes half off before sanity reasserted itself,

"Jaina... I... I can't do this. This wasn't supposed to go this far. You shouldn't..." his hands were white knuckled on his robe with the effort of holding himself in check, "I won't be able to hold back. You deserve better tha--"

"Better than the handsome Prince of the Elves and senior member of the Kirin Tor? Who else would you suggest deserves me?" her eyes missed nothing, he should have known better than to try and hide anything from her, "I might be young and inexperienced, but give me enough credit to know what I want," the corner of her lips quirked up in a smile, "I play with fire enough on a daily basis to know a little about it, wouldn't you say?"

He shouldn't be doing this. But he was, and there wasn't any way to turn back now.

Her lips tasted better this way, he thought, skin to skin, her on her back on the table next to the dirt plot for the flowers, her hands running up his back, tangling in his hair. He'd dreamed this as being slower, him coaxing her into each new thing, but he'd dreamed too much and too long for that to be a reality. He could tell he was almost frantic, his lips too harsh on hers, his hands roaming too indecently, too soon. He'd been told that he was an amazingly attentive lover, and he'd wanted to show that to Jaina, perhaps impress her, spoil her for anyone else she might have, when he'd let himself fantasize about it at all. But now that she was blonde and creamy pale underneath him, he found it was all he could do just to leave her undergarments intact getting them off of her-- his own pants he was less cautious with and would need to be mended a bit later.

He devoured her like a feast laid out before him, sometimes raising more marks-- along her thighs, her hips, her breasts-- sometimes just kissing or licking his way from one place to another. She cried out so sweetly when he touched her, no matter where, that he never wanted to stop, and yet, some part of her remained calm, even when he curled two long fingers inside her, found her wetter than he'd expected. Her eyes were bright and wild, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she hadn't been just playing into the fantasy he'd constructed, that he really was teaching her, that each touch was being recorded to be pondered later, so that she could tell either him or someone else 'yes, that is my favorite'.

If he wanted to finish this properly, he couldn't keep thinking about that.

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Re: Warcraft, Kael'Thas Sunstrider/Jaina Proudmoore, advanced learning (pt 3)

fairbreeze
2009-09-14 03:07 am UTC (link)

Enough of the gentlemanly lover remained to at least carry her to the bed, but she got no warnings, no time to adjust after her back hit the sheets, before he was inside her. He at least maintained enough presence of mind to go at least somewhat slowly, particularly when she made a sharp sound of discomfort, but not enough to stop, not enough to take his time as he should have. And he knew what that resistance, that pain meant and he shouldn't be... shouldn't be...

She rolled her hips almost harshly against him and the thought shattered, splintered,
"Hey," her voice was breathless, but sharp, "If you're going to feel bad about this, at least wait until I'm not here." He swallowed once, nodded, and decided he'd talk to his conscience in the morning.

It helped that she was writhing underneath him, meeting every thrust with her own hips. Wild, he thought, young, but wild. Dalaran won't contain her. Perhaps even Azeroth cannot contain her. And that was really the last coherent thought for the evening.

Later, he would remember her kiss as she left, gentle and soft and grateful. He would remember the line of bruises on her neck that she did nothing to cover up, or heal. He would remember the blood on the sheets, crimson on gold, and the regret and the telling himself it would never happen again, that he was an idiot and a horrible person.

But mostly he would remember the smell of an entire garden of flowers growing in the little plot of land when she left, and how soft her skin was three days later when she showed up again, barely waiting for the door to close before she had her mouth on his flesh, slender legs wrapped around his hips.

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Warcraft, Jaina Proudmoore/Arthas Menethil, give chase

yayforjae
2009-09-14 03:30 am UTC (link)

They'd played hide and seek as children, running through the snaking stone halls of his father's castle and hiding in the multitude of empty rooms. It had been ARthas' suggestion to relive the days of their youth; after two bottles of important wine, he was in a nostalgic mood. Across the table, Jaina licked the plum-flavored wine from her lips before jumping to her feet. "All right," she said with a throaty laugh. "But you're it!"

She grabbed her cloak and dashed out the door, giggling spells of ice (he slipped and nearly crashed into a suit of armor), fire (he ducked and it singed a tapestry), and one that turned a baffled maid into a sheep. "Slow, Arthas! You're too slow!" She shrieked as she flew up a curving flight of stairs.

"You're cheating, Jaina!"

He cornered her in an bedroom for visiting nobles. She jumped onto, over the bed, flashing a fair bit of her long, ivory legs, and grabbed a pillow to defend herself. "Don't come any closer!" She ordered between gasping laughter. "I'll sizzle off your eyebrows!"

"I'm shivering." He said with a grin.

"Or turn you into a sheep! Or pig! Or turtle!" She waved her hand and sparkles of magic circled her fingers. She matched his grin and added with a wink, "I just learned that one."

He bumped into the mattress. "No where for you to run, now, Jaina."

"Mm." She licked her lips again and Arthats' blood slammed through his veins. She closed her hand quickly into a fist and the swirls of her magic faded. "Maybe I don't want to run."

"Oh? Think you can take me on?"

She stepped closer until she reached the bed, then leaned down onto it, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. "I've been wanting to try for years."

Suddenly she was in his arms, fitting against his chest like they had been molded together. When she kissed his throat, a flicker of fire flared against his skin. She pinned her against the velvet pillows, fumbling with the folds of her mage's cloak as he tried to get to her long legs that he'd seen so briefly before.

They kicked the blankets into a pile and the pillows were pushed to the ground as they rolled together. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her slick opening, guiding his fingers to a spot that made her moan and pant. He tore off his breeches and yanked off his shirt while she struggled out of her layers. When she was finally naked, he dragged his palm over her breast and sucked on her flushed nipple; she bit his.

They grappled until she ended up on top, rolling her hips until Arthas had to grab onto her to make her stop. His fingers dug into her thighs holding her still while he squeezed his eyes closed and tried to catch his breath. Jaina bent down, her long hair tickling his chest, and kissed his mouth, her tongue slipping over his lips, between them into his mouth. When he shuddered but didn't release her, she groaned with impatience and pushed his hands away, then raised her hips and slammed down onto him.

As she came, she planted her hands on his stomach and weird purple shapes flashed over his skin. Arthas climaxed with a roar, drenched with sweat and enchantments.

They stayed locked together, laughing between kisses, until a sheep started nibbling on the sheets.

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	Re: Warcraft, Jaina Proudmoore/Arthas Menethil, give chase jlsigman 2009-09-14 10:14 am UTC (link)
	Ah, how I love these two. :-) Thanks! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Crossover, Batman Beyond/DC Comics, Terry McGinnis/Tim Drake, new tricks

yomikoreadman
2009-09-14 09:13 am UTC (link)

"Is that all you've got?" Terry taunted, catching the batarang with ease.

"No," Tim replied calmly. "I'm saving the new tricks for when you stop sucking."

"Hey!" Terry jumped from the ledge towards his new comrade from... the past or the future or some alternate reality. It didn't matter. He was just relieved that the dude wasn't evil. Or... messed up, like the Tim from his own world.

Well, the kid was a Robin, so it was a given that he was messed up, but at least he wasn't sporting white face paint yet. He was a clever bastard though. Terry missed the tripwire on the ledge and landed face first on the rooftop.

The kid was smiling at him. Terry glared. "That wasn't cool."

Robin's eyeslits narrowed. "I don't recall crime-fighting being easy where I come from. Is being unobservant acceptable here?"

Terry stood, brushing dust off his suit. Bruce would kill him if that hit broke any of the mask's new optics. "We're not crime-fighting right now. We're just..." He shrugged. "Messing around."

"Ah." Tim wasn't smiling, but he wasn't giving him the death glare either. "So what else does that entail?"

"Well, girls. Which we can't really get in these suits." Terry sat on the ledge. "I mean, we can. But they tend to be really bouncy fangirls, and they're kinda crazy."

Robin blinked. "I go both ways."

"What?"

"I'm bi."

Terry stared. "Good... for you?"

Robin sighed. "Are you seriously the Batman here?"

"Yes. Well... I mean... Bruce helps."

"Right." Tim walked over and placed his hands on Terry's shoulders. "I am bisexual. Meaning I can mess around with girls OR boys. Or both at once, but that's a bit much."

"You're hitting on me!"

"Yes." Robin folded his arms and stood back.

"Geez. Just say so, kid." Terry went to run his hand through his hair, only to realize the mask was still on. He looked out onto the city, still bustling even at this late hour, and then back at Tim. "Where do you want to do this?"

Tim was straddling his lap and pressing a kiss against the mask. "Here is fine."

"Whoa." Terry grabbed the ledge. "Let's at least move this," Tim was rocking in his lap, biting at his neck. "Onto the floor."

Robin's response was to bite harder, and Terry wondered if the kid could snap the optic wires with his teeth. It would be a good trick. If he wasn't in danger of falling to his death, he might've asked Robin to show him.

Instead he grabbed Robin's ass and slid them off the ledge and onto the rooftop. Robin's hands were all over his suit, clawing at the fabric while his lips wandered along his neckline.

"Um," Terry managed between kisses, "Lemme get the mask off. Otherwise, Bruce will..." Tim ground himself down hard and Terry found himself losing focus. "Um, yeah. Bruce is-" Terry couldn't resist running his hands over those beautifully muscled legs. "Listening."

"Let him." Tim whispered, lightly nipping Terry's ear.

No white face paint, Terry reminded himself.

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	Re: Crossover, Batman Beyond/DC Comics, Terry McGinnis/Tim Drake, new tricks (Anonymous) 2009-09-15 03:47 pm UTC (link)
	Oh damn, that is just beautiful. Tim is so kinky. I love seeing him all sharp and Robinish, and Terry so straightforward. Thank you so much! (Reply to this) (Parent)

xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, through his eyes

yomikoreadman
2009-09-14 09:19 am UTC (link)

The weirdest thing about sex with Doumeki, other than the fact that Watanuki is having sex with Doumeki at all, is that they share an eye.

It's not as if Watanuki can see what Doumeki sees all the time - he doubts he would have ever agreed to get naked if he could - but every now and again he gets a foggy flash of life through Doumeki's eyes.

He sees himself flushed and groaning, back arching as Doumeki fills him. He watches himself gasp and mew and the way his fingers curl when Doumeki thrusts just right.

He wonders what Doumeki makes of the pale scrawny body beneath him. Does he see through Watanuki's eye too? Does he watch himself, a tower of muscle, gently cradling the spindly form of his lover? Does he see the look of loving concentration he wears - how he almost smiles when his touches make Watanuki cry out?

And he’s tempted to ask, but Doumeki is stroking him and thrusting fast and hard and Watanuki can’t keep his eyes open anymore. He comes in the darkness behind his eyes, connected to Doumeki through flesh alone.

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xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, against the wall

yomikoreadman
2009-09-14 09:33 am UTC (link)

Watanuki was walking past the high wooden fence to Yuuko's shop when Doumeki grabbed him by the arm and pushed him up against the wall. He was going to scream at the annoying lug but his lips were occupied from a sudden assault.

And then there was a tongue in his mouth. Which he wasn't certain was Doumeki's, because Doumeki didn't kiss like that. Doumeki's kisses were short and basic - a quick press of lips when the passion struck him [which was rare] - not this long, invasive, attack with tongue tracing his teeth and trying to force its way down his throat. He squirmed against Doumeki, feeling heat spread through him.

Watanuki had to admit, he liked this kind of kiss better. Doumeki kisses are sweet, but they lacked the desperate passion that Watanuki often felt too full of. This kiss had all that and more - Watanuki kissed back happily, hands busying themselves in Doumeki’s short hair. He pressed harder against the tall body, wanting more friction to satisfy the growing need in his pants.

The kiss broke and Watanuki realized he hadn't breathed in a while. He gasped. Doumeki was still pressing him against the wall.

"Don't go today."

Watanuki blinked. "To work?"

Doumeki nodded, one hand releasing Watanuki's shoulder to cup his face. The taller boy leaned in and claimed another kiss - this time in traditional Doumeki-style. "Come with me today."

For a moment the sweetness of the gesture melted Watanuki's heart, and he was about to agree to Doumeki's request when the face of a very angry Yuuko appeared in his mind. He shook his head, clearing it of sentimentality. Then he politely pushed Doumeki away, looking anywhere but his lover as he replied, "Do you know what Yuuko would do to me if I snuck off to... Well, if I didn't show up for work? She'd probably send me to clean toilets in a demonic dimension for a month! She-"

His back is against the wall again and Doumeki is close - Watanuki absently notices how freaking tall Doumeki is - and a hand that isn't Watanuki's is snaking down his pants. The flagging erection Watanuki had politely been ignoring springs back to life as Doumeki's hand wraps around it, gently stroking.

The kiss, and now the heat of Doumeki's huge hand around him is too much. Watanuki comes in his pants, biting back a groan and falling helplessly on Doumeki's shoulder. He shudders as the aftershocks ripple through him, followed by the uncomfortable feeling of wetness cooling on his slacks.

Doumeki pulls his hand away. "Now you have to change your pants."

Watanuki blinks. “You jerk!” He flails wildly, only to be grabbed by Doumeki again.

“If you come with me,” The taller boy promises quietly. “I won’t force you to make lunch for me in exchange for cleaning your pants.”

“It’s your fault they’re like this to begin with!”

“Perhaps.” Doumeki is staring at the gap in the fence. “But what will Yuuko think?”

Watanuki opens his mouth to yell. The face of angry Yuuko is replaced by a chuckling one that can’t stop making jokes about his growing “friendship” with Doumeki. He closes his mouth. “Let’s go,” he mutters, trying to nonchalantly keep a hand over the stain.

Doumeki follows, eyes smiling.

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Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, opposites

pegunicent
2009-09-14 09:49 am UTC (link)

You don't get more polar than a tiger and a serpent. Than a cat and a snake.

Byakko is a hedonist, he lives for pleasure and fun and all things exciting. He rolls in grass, chases butterflies and rubs on everyone. He purrs at the slightest attention, he pounces anything that moves, he's an exuberant bundle of affection unstoppable in anyway.

Touda watches it with the cool affect of the truly unimpressed. He sits motionless for hours in the sun, warily observing the world through senses dulled and crippled. He speaks when he must, he tolerates others when they refuse to leave him be, and he touches when he has no other choice.

Byakko is the playful warmth of an Eastern Wind, Touda is the restrained violence of a Black Star. Only in Tsuzuki do the two find any measure of similarity. Loyalty of differing flavors bind them to the same master with the same beloved chains. In Tsuzuki they find a degree of trust and strange companionship, a grudging sort of acceptance of each other as the lesser of many devils.

For even twined together, warm fur to chilled scales, they are opposites. Byakko likes to shout his desires; to thrust and grind and claw at broader strength, stronger muscle, until his tail bristles and he sinks his fangs into a meaty shoulder. Copper on his tongue and lightening in his veins. Touda is silent, eyes shuttered behind the glass of his visor, claws mindfully buried in the ground or bedsheets or his own thighs, venom aching behind his teeth as he's filled again and again with heat. Byakko's ecstasy is Touda's release.

There is nothing so vast as the gulf between a cat and a snake. There is nothing quite so puzzling and special as the bridge formed between them by the open arms of a man they both love.

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	Re: Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, opposites dancing_serpent 2009-09-15 10:18 am UTC (link)
	squee You wrote YnM again! hugs I'm still hopelessly in love with that fandom and those characters and this is absolutely lovely! the bridge formed between them by the open arms of a man they both love ♥ melts (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, opposites pegunicent 2009-09-16 08:18 am UTC (link)
	I didn't have much time for Porn Battle this round, but I had to love on my favorite fandom. Thanks for the prompts! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, soft fur, sleek scales

pegunicent
2009-09-14 10:16 am UTC (link)

Touda has never been particularly fond of Byakko's tongue. Too often the things that come off of it are childish and thoughtless. It's a cat's tongue, clever only when speaking riddles and abrasive every other moment, sweeping with sandpaper affection against tender skin, fragile nerves and steely scales alike. Whether speaking or grooming, a tiger never knows when to put the thing away.

The only good thing about it, to Touda's mind, is that the abrasive nature keeps monochrome fur kitten soft. Touda has no issue with Byakko's fur. It's a luxury to curl around the purr rumbling mass of blood warm hair and rub, carefully, cautiously, ever mindful of unnatural edges. He'd make a bed cover of the feline if it would stay so warm and well kept.

Scales offer no such pleasure. They are a challenge for Byakko to grip, ever shifting, sliding along and shivering beneath his palms. He must sheath his claws and mind his petting strokes. Captured in coils of cool, sleek black, he must surrender his actions to the serpent, trust Touda to care for him and never squeeze too hard. To rub the wrong way at all would cause the scales to catch, ripping at the paper thin skin beneath. Fur can be rumpled and mussed, it's resilient. Touda at his most impressive is the most vulnerable of them all, open to pain in great measure. A snake may retreat, but it can not go backwards, after all.

And from this... the temporary relief of a willing partner, neither are willing to back down. Byakko will bite his lips until they bleed as Touda constricts around him in endless motion, devouring his pleasure in a knotted cocoon of ebony and Touda will claw furrows into the stone floor as he paints black stripes white, a thrumming purr of laughter rattling his very heartstrings.

And together they will forget the name neither is willing to call out in desirous delirium.

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	Re: Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, soft fur, sleek scales dancing_serpent 2009-09-15 10:24 am UTC (link)
	Thank you so much for writing my prompt! ♥ I can totally see Touda liking Byakko's fur and his warmth very much. pets the poor serpent Again, very lovely. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, soft fur, sleek scales pegunicent 2009-09-16 08:19 am UTC (link)
	He has a secret fetish. -giggles- (Reply to this) (Parent)

	(Anonymous) 2009-09-16 03:14 am UTC (link)
	oooh this was quite good, I requested this and you did an excellent job! Thank you!!! (Reply to this)

anonymousmak
2009-10-07 01:26 am UTC (link)

Sometimes even reading about breathplay makes me nervous. And I didn't want anything to happen to these wonderful, angsty boys.

You definitely scared me for a moment, right along with Yohji, then I was relieved along with him. This line was especially powerful, given Yohji's past:
He didn't strangle his lover in the throes of sex, even if he came close.
I also really loved the opening sentence.

But the whole thing was great. Hot and also had me on the edge of my seat. Well described. And they are so in character.

Love it!

This "anonymous" feedback was left for you as an Act of Magical Kindness, part of the Harry Potter Alliance's current campaign.

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