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Aiko Namika ([info]aikonamika) wrote in [info]porn_battle,
@ 2009-11-04 17:11:00

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Entry tags:prompts, round nine

Prompts 0-9, Symbols, A-D
Welcome to Round Nine of Porn Battle! This will run until midnight EST on November 11th. Please remember to post the prompt as the subject title of your post, and if the story exceeds the length of one post, make the second as a reply to the first part. Happy porning!


.hack//AI buster, Orca/Balmung, legendary
.hack//GAME, Kite/Black Rose, loyalty
.hack//SIGN, Tsukasa/Subaru, benefits of embodiment
.hack//SIGN, Tsukasa/Subaru, reality
07-Ghost, Bastien/Frau, my precious child
07-Ghost, Castor/Frau, those darker parts within us
07-Ghost, Castor/Labrador/Frau, taking care of each other
07-Ghost, Frau, Teito, your soul belongs to me
07-Ghost, Frau, Zehel, hunting
07-Ghost, Frau/Teito, impossible to keep away from you
07-Ghost, Frau/Teito, not as tough as he looks
07-Ghost, Labrador/Teito, gentle souls
07-Ghost, Mikage/Teito, one last memory
1/2 Prince, Ming Ju Wen/Feng Yang Ming, while Ju Wen still thinks Yang Ming is Prince
100 Bullets, Shepherd/Lono, the hand that feeds you
100 Bullets, Wylie/Cole, drowning sorrows or puking them up
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, Blind Spot
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, disagreement
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, lighthearted
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, redemption
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, unexpected
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, wrong
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie/Jackson, Opportunities and Mistakes
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, bottle of whsikey
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, trains
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Ben/Dan, willing to share
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Dan, mine first
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Dan, waiting for Ben
3:10 to Yuma, Dan/Alice, better days
3:10 to Yuma, Dan/Ben, Conversations
3:10 to Yuma, Dan/Ben, No
3:10 to Yuma, Jackson/Charlie/Sutherland, Look my way
3:10 to Yuma, Velvet/Emmy, unforgettable

Air Gear, Spitfire/Kazu, all grown up
Air Gear, Spitfire/Kazu, memories like heat lightning
Air Gear, Spitfire/Kazu, no one can see us here
Air Gear, Spitfire/Kazu, the privileges of royalty
Air Gear, Spitfire/Sano/Kazu, "it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire"
Alex Rider, Wolf/Alex, rough
Alex Rider, Wolf/Alex, tongue
Angel, Angel/Lindsey McDonald, Angelus
Angel, Angel/Lindsey McDonald, Choices
Angel, Angel/Lindsey McDonald, Sleeping with the enemy
Angel, Angel/Spike, "Well, except for that one time.."
Angel, Angel/Spike, Hard headed
Angel, Angel/Spike, Human AU
Angel, Angel/Spike, soul
Angel, Angel/Spike, unexpected
Angel, Angel/Spike, UST
Angel, Angel/Spike, Who's the boss?
Angel, Angel/Wesley, Just another day at the office
Angel, Illyria/Angel(us), I ruled this world once
Angel, Illyria/Wesley, you're not her
Angel, Jasmine/Angel, price
Angel, Sam Ryan/Jack, first
Anne of Green Gables, Anne/Ruby, face
Antique Bakery, Jean-Claude/Ono, Paris is for Lovers
Antique Bakery, Ono/Eiji, trying something different
Antique Bakery, Ono/Eiji, using food in sex
Antique Bakery, Tachibana/Chikage, happiness in serving
Antique Bakery, Tachibana/Ono, giving in to temptation
Antique Bakery, Tachibana/Ono/Kanda/Chikage, improving workplace relations
Apt Pupil, Todd/Dussander, corruption
As I Lay Dying, Darl/Dewey Dell, barn
As I Lay Dying, Darl/Dewey Dell, cotton picking
As I Lay Dying, Darl/Dewey Dell, eyes
As I Lay Dying, Darl/Dewey Dell, jealousy
As I Lay Dying, Darl/Dewey Dell, supernatural
Atonement, Briony/Lola, play
Atonement, Briony/Robbie, dream
Avatar the Last Airbender, Hama/Kanna, warmth
Avatar the Last Airbender, Haru/Katara, “don’t fall in love with a travelling girl: she’ll leave you broken-hearted”
Avatar the Last Airbender, Haru/Katara, harvest season
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, grass
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, hammock
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, Not part of the plan
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, Only Peter Pan doesn't grow up
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, Slap
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, the scent of the forest
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, Treetops
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara/Zuko, Lee learns a lesson
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, bamboo
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, braid
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, flirt
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, hurts
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, needle
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, sweet
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, tea
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, unbreakable
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, willow-o-wisp
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Song, yielding
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Zuko, AU
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Zuko, confessions
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Zuko, fire
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Zuko, new
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Zuko, prison
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Zuko, realization
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Zuko, responsibilities
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Zuko, royalty
Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Suki, painted lady
Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Yue, a woman’s place
Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Yue, hot springs
Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Yue, tradition
Avatar the Last Airbender, Mai/Zuko, kiss it better
Avatar the Last Airbender, Smellerbee/Longshot, broken
Avatar the Last Airbender, Sokka/Zuko, years
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Jin, comfort sex
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Katara, Cultured
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Katara, Going to bed angry
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Sokka, no time to lose
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Song, mending
Avenue Q, Nicky/Ricky/Rod, birthday
Avenue Q, Nicky/Rod, fantasies come true
Axis Powers Hetalia, America/Russia, black and blue
Axis Powers Hetalia, America/Russia, sunshine
Axis Powers Hetalia, Cuba/Canada, maple syrup
Axis Powers Hetalia, England/France, passion fruit
Axis Powers Hetalia, England/France, wine
Axis Powers Hetalia, England/Japan, storyteller
Axis Powers Hetalia, Germany/Italy, cleaning

Babylon 5, Garibaldi/Franklin, asshole
Baccano!, Claire/Luck, crimson
Baccano!, Claire/Luck, for the thrill
Baccano!, Claire/Luck, immortality
Baccano!, Dallas/Eve, salvation
Baccano!, Fermet/Czeslaw, the mental torture is worse than the physical
Baccano!, Isaac/Miria, dealing with something impossible to steal
Baccano!, Ladd/Graham, an exciting day on the job
Baccano!, Luck/Eve, an unguarded moment
Baccano!, Luck/Eve, I’ve loved these days
Baccano!, Luck/Eve, not so different
Baccano!, Maiza/Czeslaw, the end of a long road
Back to the Future, Biff/George/Lorraine, forgotten
Baten Kaitos: Eternal Wings and the Lost Ocean, Kalas/Lyude, haunted
Baten Kaitos: Eternal Wings and the Lost Ocean, Kalas/Lyude, wings
Baten Kaitos: Eternal Wings and the Lost Ocean, Lyude/Savyna, burden of the past
Batman: The Dark Knight, Batman/Jim Gordon, night visitor
Battle Fairy Yukikaze, Jack/Rei, messiest apartment in the galaxy
Battle Fairy Yukikaze, Jack/Rei, RTB (return to base)
Battle Fairy Yukikaze, Jack/Rei/Yukikaze, she held the key
Battle Fairy Yukikaze, Rei/Yukikaze, control
Being Human, Mitchell/George, New World Order
Berserk, Farnese, desires denied claw at the soul
Berserk, Griffith/Casca, in a dream
Berserk, Guts/Casca, hard-edged truths
Black Jewels Trilogy, The, Saetan/Andulvar, flight
Black Jewels Trilogy, The, Saetan/Andulvar, whimper
Black Jewels Trilogy, The, Saetan/Hekatah, cruel
Black Jewels Trilogy, The, Surreal/Karla, a touch of magic
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, bite drunk
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, double agent
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, feral
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, imprinting
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, the right one
Bleach, Byakuya Kuchiki/Ulquiorra Cifer, "What is your composure worth?"
Bleach, Chad/Ishida, Spanish
Bleach, Grimmjow/Ichigo, strictly physical
Bleach, Ikkaku/Yumichika, beauty and the beast
Bleach, Ikkaku/Yumichika, hot and dirty
Bleach, Isshin/Ryuuken, cigarettes
Bleach, Kensei/Suuhei, idolization
Bleach, Kuchiki Byakuya/Unohana Retsu, refined and polite sex
Bleach, Kyoraku Shunsui/Ukitake Juushirou, the familiarity of two millennia together
Bleach, Kyouraku/Starkk, join us (for a drink)
Bleach, Ryuuken/Uryuu, obey
Bleach, Yumichika/Shuuhei, taking advantage after draining his energy, because Hisagi is pretty after all
Bleach, Zangetsu/Ichigo, partners in every sense
Blood Ties, Mike/Henry, Obeisance
Blood Ties, Mike/Henry, Thrall
Blue Beetle, Paco/Jaime, boy's night out
Body of Lies, Roger Ferris/Hani Salaam, Mutual Respect
Books of Magic, John Constantine/Tim Hunter, lessons still to learn
Boy Meets World, Cory/Shawn, guy
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy/Spike, pointless
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy/Spike, proposal
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Riley, addict
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow/Buffy, magic fingers
Burn Notice, Sam/Mike, more experience

Cardcaptor Sakura, Eriol/Yamazaki, tell me lies
Cardcaptor Sakura, Tomoyo/Sakura, princess in the tower
Cardcaptor Sakura, Tomoyo/Sakura, wish upon a star
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Tomoyo, poor substitute
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yue, wings
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yue/Yukito, sometimes, when they are making love, it's Yue who looks out of Yukito's eyes
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yukito, now that you know, what's holding you back?
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yukito, truth
Cardcaptor Sakura, Yue/Sakura, Mistress
Cardcaptor Sakura, Yue/Syaoran, superior
Cardcaptor Sakura, Yue/Touya, Yue may look like an angel but he doesn't behave like one. Touya likes that a lot!
Casino Royale, Bond/Villiers, new handler
Castle, Javier Esposito/Kevin Ryan, battle of wits
Castle, Javier Esposito/Kevin Ryan, cherish
Castle, Javier Esposito/Kevin Ryan, in or out
Castle, Javier Esposito/Kevin Ryan, times are rough
Castle, Kate Beckett/Lanie Parish, BFFs
Castle, Kate Beckett/Lanie Parish, fantasies
Castle, Kate Beckett/Lanie Parish, over drinks
Castle, Richard Castle/Kate Beckett, space cowboy
Castle, Rick Castle/Kate Beckett, betting
Castle, Rick Castle/Kate Beckett, tongue lashing
Castle, Rick Castle/Lanie Parish, examination table
Charmed, Leo/Cole, undone
Chobits, Freya/Elda, before you go to sleep
Chobits, Freya/Elda, the more loving one
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Peter/Edmund, slap
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/anyone, I’ll come back when you call me/no need to say goodbye
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/Caspian, adrenaline
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/Caspian, bow
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/Caspian, crown
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/Caspian, even the stars are different in Narnia
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/Caspian, outside Narnia
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/Caspian, ruling
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/Caspian, sparring
Chronicles of Narnia, The, Susan/Caspian, sword
Chronicles of Riddick, Dame Vaako/Vaako, on your knees
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Dame Vaako, anal sex
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, blood brothers
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, bondage
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, cutthroat
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, Furyan mating call
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, hellfire
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, howling
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, pack
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, pet
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, power struggle
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, second in command
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, Submission
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, sword play
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, to the end
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, trust
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, willful
Chrono Trigger, Crono/Marle/Lucca, density
Chrono Trigger, Crono/Marle/Lucca, from beginning to end
Chrono Trigger, Cyrus/Glenn, memento
Chuck, Sarah Walker/Carina, just like old times
Chuck, Sarah Walker/Ellie Bartowski, soft
Clamp School Detectives, Suoh/Nokoru/Akira, bonds of friendship
Clover, Gingetsu/Kazuhiko, darkness, silence
Clover, Oruha/Suu, death cannot stop true love
Code Geass, C.C./Kallen, control issues
Code Geass, Cornelia/Euphemia, first time
Code Geass, Kallen/Gino, hair-pulling
Code Geass, Lelouch/C.C., King of the world
Code Geass, Lelouch/C.C., Not a fairytale
Code Geass, Lelouch/Euphemia, physical closeness
Code Geass, Lelouch/Marianne, Oedipus complex
Code Geass, Lelouch/Nunnally, focusing on senses other than sight
Code Geass, Lelouch/Rolo/Nunnally, cuddling
Code Geass, Lelouch/Suzaku, power games
Code Geass, Lelouch/Suzaku/Euphemia, domesticity
Code Geass, Lelouch/Suzaku/Nunnally, hiding away from the world
Code Geass, Rolo/Nunnally, knife play
Code Geass, Schneizel/Lelouch, intelligence as a turn-on
Code Geass, Suzaku/Euphemia, vows and trust
Code Geass, Suzaku/female!Lelouch, topping from the bottom
Code Geass, Suzaku/Lelouch, amnesia
Code Geass, Suzaku/Nunnally, comfort sex
Coffee Prince, Ha Rim/Sun Ki, joking flirtation accidentally gone too far
Coffee Prince, Han Gyul/Eun Chan, admiration
Coffee Prince, Han Gyul/Eun Chan, chocolate syrup
Coffee Prince, Han Gyul/Eun Chan, music
Coffee Prince, Han Gyul/Eun Chan, stargazing
Coffee Prince, Han Kyul/Eun Chan, what if Eun Chan had been a boy all along?
Coffee Prince, Han Sung/Yoo Ju, dance
Coffee Prince, Mr. Hong/Sun Ki, mutual loneliness breeds familiarity
Coffee Prince, Sun Ki/Ha Rim, Japanese
Coffee Prince, Sun Ki/Ha Rim, love lessons
Coffee Prince, Yoo Ju/Eun Chan, paint
Commercials, Aflac Duck/Geico Gekko, traitor
Commercials, Billy Mays/Shamwow guy, enthusiasm
Commercials, Cap'n Crunch/Lucky the Leprechaun, I've got you now
Commercials, Erin Esurance/Flo (Progressive Insurance), heart-stopping
Commercials, Hamburglar/Mayor McCheese, lechery
Commercials, Keebler Elves/Snap/Crackle/Pop, Elven holidays
Commercials, Mac/PC, agree to disagree
Commercials, Mr. Clean/Jolly Green Giant, home life
Commercials, Mr. Clean/Scrubbing Bubbles scrubbers, raw
Commercials, Snickers Viking/Snickers Pilgrim, FEAST!
Commercials, Tony the Tiger/Trix Rabbit, at the end of the day
Commercials, Wendell (Cinnamon Toast Crunch)/Snap/Crackle/Pop, debauchery
Constantine, John Constantine/Balthazar, Oldest Rival
Constantine, John Constantine/Balthazar, Shadowed
Constantine, John Constantine/Lucifer, forbidden fruit
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, detention
Coraline, Other Wybie/Coraline, Silence
Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Faye, laying flowers
Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Faye, ocean salt
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/anyone, I had your number quite some time ago/back when we were young/but I had to grow
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Faye, IOU
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Faye, screen
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Faye, some people are always reachin’ for things they don’t need
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Faye, trump card
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Vicious, trust
Crimson Spell, Havi/Vald, collar
Crimson Spell, Havi/Vald, for the prince's pleasure
Crimson Spell, Havi/Vald, magic
Crimson Spell, Havi/Vald, mine
Crimson Spell, Vald/Havi, out of control
Cruel Intentions, Greg McConnell/Sebastian, blackmail

Dark is Rising, Will/Bran, candlelight
Darken, Gort/Komiyan, master and servant
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, “enjoy the view, kitty?”
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, before I get any younger
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, Eve and Adam
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, forgiveness
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, Hell’s Gate utopia
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, monsters monsters everywhere
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, my heart is beating like a jungle drum
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, not so different
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, only when you’re gone
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, reborn
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, satisfying one’s libido is totally the rational thing to do
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, the easiest sin
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, apples
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, because why the hell not
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, flirt
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, pride
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, undercover
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, would you hate me?
Darker Than Black, Hei/Amber, a traitor to memory
Darker Than Black, Hei/Kirihara, beyond the blue event horizon
Darker Than Black, Hei/Misaki, “so what if the cat’s watching?”
Darker Than Black: Gemini of the Meteor, Hazuki/Misaki, “seriously, I’m hitting on you”
DC Comics, Bart Allen/Kon-El, alive
DC Comics, Batman/Impulse, patience and control
DC Comics, Blue Beetle II/Booster Gold, back
DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, when gravity fails
DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, a traitor to memory
DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, staying dead
DC Comics, Cassandra Cain/Stephanie Brown, acrobatics
DC Comics, Cassandra Cain/Stephanie Brown, girl stuff
DC Comics, Cassandra Cain/Stephanie Brown, slumber party
DC Comics, Dick Grayson/Tim Drake, mirror
DC Comics, Dick/Tim, little brother
DC Comics, Roy Harper/Dick Grayson, chasing after you
DC Comics, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, every breath you take
DC Comics, Tim Drake/Stephanie Brown, catch me when I fall
Death Note, Hal/Gevanni, coffee
Death Note, Hal/Gevanni, over
Death Note, Hal/Mello, solace
Death Note, Hal/Mello, wet leather
Death Note, Kiyomi/Light, pristine
Death Note, L/Light, ripples
Death Note, L/Mello, shards
Death Note, Light/L, maximum light
Death Note, Matt/Halle, substitutes
Death Note, Mello/Matt, games
Death Note, Mello/Near, bitter
Death Note, Mello/Near, bound
Death Note, Mikami/Light, prayer
Death Note, Naomi/Raye, I’ll show you who’s the housewife
Departed, The, Dignam/Costigan, happy ending
Departed, The, Dignam/Costigan, unexpected
Desperate Housewives, Bree/Andrew, hate
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Hakuba/KID(Kaito), ‘the one person who can always interrupt my thoughts”
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Hakuba/KID(Kaito), behind bars
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Hakuba/KID(Kaito), classroom
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Hakuba/KID(Kaito), handcuffs
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Hakuba/KID(Kaito), magic
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Hakuba/KID(Kaito), possessive
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Hakuba/KID(Kaito), scientist
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Hakuba/KID(Kaito), youko!Kaito
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, ‘well that was unexpected’
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, down the rabbit hole
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, gem
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, heist
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, justice and vengeance
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, magic
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, magician
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, mirror
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, moonlight
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, MPD
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, shards
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, thief
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Kaito/KID, two sides of a coin
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), ‘like lovers you never want to meet’
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), critic
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), detective
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), disguise
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), magic
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), moonlight
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), rooftop
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), Shinigami!Shinichi
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), thief
Detective Conan/Magic, Kaito Shinichi/KID(Kaito), Youko!Kaito
Devil May Cry, Dante/Nero, teaching the kid the finer points of things
Devil May Cry, Dante/Trish, bullet time
Devil May Cry, Nero/Kyrie, awkward first time
Die Hard 4.0, Thomas Gabriel/Matt Farrell, spanner in the works
Die Hard 4.0, Thomas Gabriel/Matt Farrell, taking
Die Hard 4.0, Thomas Gabriel/Matt Farrell/Mai, our pretty little problem
Discworld, Carrot/Vetinari, the right to rule
Discworld, Polly/Mal, courage/bravery
Discworld, Polly/Mal, disguise
Discworld, Polly/Mal, duty
Discworld, Polly/Mal, flesh and blood
Discworld, Polly/Mal, graffiti
Discworld, Polly/Mal, mud
Discworld, Polly/Mal, orders
Discworld, Polly/Mal, patrol
Discworld, Polly/Mal, plenty of ways to taste you
Discworld, Polly/Mal, seducing young blonde virgins
Discworld, Polly/Mal, socks
Discworld, Polly/Mal, taboo
Discworld, Polly/Mal, terrible poetry
Discworld, Polly/Mal, thirsty
Discworld, Polly/Mal, undone
Discworld, Polly/Mal, vampire culture
Discworld, Polly/Mal, we will soldier on
Discworld, Polly/Mal, we’re significant people now, so let’s act like it
Discworld, Polly/Mal, winter just wasn’t my season
Discworld, Susan/Imp (Buddy), groupie
Discworld, Vetinari/Vimes/Carrot, puzzle pieces
Discworld, Vimes/Vetinari, it shouldn't work but it does
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Bartz/Terra, you can forget with me
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Emperor Mateus/Kuja, my little playtoy
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Jecht/Cloud, talk too much
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Jecht/Sephiroth, whine too much
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Jecht/Squall, pout too much
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Sephiroth/Squall, a mutual fondness for leather
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Sephiroth/Squall/Cloud, what belonged to the puppet belonged to the master
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Squall/Cloud or Cloud/Squall, sullying Chaos' Shrine
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Tidus/Firion, the wild rose
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Ultimecia/Squall, he doesn't like to think about what happens when she stops time
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Cosmos, always beneath my light
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing ends
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, trust
Doctor Who, Eight/Rose, velvet and lace
Doctor Who, Four/Nine, surviving
Doctor Who, Nine/Jack, call me daddy
Doctor Who, Nine/Rose, impulse
Doctor Who, Ten/Ace, explosive
Doctor Who, Ten/Mickey, wouldn't have asked if I didn't
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, beach
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, belong
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, bondage
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, candy
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, dreams
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, illusion
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, imagine
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, jealous
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, marriage
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, mate
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, now or never
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, possesion
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, strawberry
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, tie
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, warmth
Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, water
Doctor Who, The Brig/any Doctor, uniforms
Dollhouse, Adelle DeWitt/Boyd Langton, replacement
Dollhouse, Adelle DeWitt/Laurence Dominic, vodka
Dollhouse, Alpha/Echo, pre-composite event
Dollhouse, Alpha/Whiskey, happy client
Dollhouse, Alpha/Whiskey, successful engagement
Dollhouse, Boyd/Echo, it's her eyes
Dollhouse, Claire Saunders/Topher Brink, divine plan
Dollhouse, Claire Saunders/Topher Brink, end of the world
Dollhouse, Claire Saunders/Topher Brink, fears
Dollhouse, Claire Saunders/Topher Brink, hate
Dollhouse, Claire Saunders/Topher Brink, imprint chair
Dollhouse, Claire Saunders/Topher Brink, random memory threads
Dollhouse, Claire Saunders/Topher Brink, security cameras
Dollhouse, Claire/Echo, not broken
Dollhouse, Dewitt/Dominic, alternate universe
Dollhouse, Dewitt/Dominic, betrayal
Dollhouse, DeWittt/Dominic/Echo, bizarre
Dollhouse, Dominic/DeWitt, yearning
Dollhouse, Echo/Sierra/Victor, the showers
Dollhouse, Paul Ballard/Boyd Langton, best interests
Dollhouse, Paul Ballard/Madeline Costley, déjà vu
Dollhouse, Paul Ballard/Topher Brink, inadvisable
Dollhouse, Paul Ballard/Topher Brink, pretending to be gay
Dollhouse, Paul/Topher, more alike than you want to admit
Dollhouse, Topher Brink/Boyd Langton, attitude
Dollhouse, Topher Brink/Boyd Langton, programmable
Dollhouse, Topher/Claire, nothing here is real
Dollhouse, Topher/Dr. Saunders, man-reactions
Dollhouse, Topher/Ivy, they have to wipe her
Dollhouse, Topher/Victor, all I want for my birthday is you
Dollhouse, Victor/Sierra, just the sight of her
Dollhouse, Whiskey/Topher Brink, birthday
Dollhouse, Whiskey/Topher Brink, prone to paranoia
Dollhouse, Whiskey/Topher Brink, unstable imprints
DOOM, John "Reaper" Grimm/Samantha Grimm, healing
DOOM, John "Reaper" Grimm/Samantha Grimm, two sides of the same coin
DOOM, John "Reaper" Grimm/Sarge, competition
DOOM, John "Reaper" Grimm/Sarge, I thought I killed you
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Anyone/Harry, female!Harry
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Anyone/Harry, grimoire
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Harry/Thomas, shattered
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Lasciel/Harry, all inside your head
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Lasciel/Harry, angel
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Lasciel/Harry, illusion
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Lasciel/Harry, mind games
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Mab/Harry, the first time's free
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Maeve/Harry, ice
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Maeve/Harry, temptation
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, "I don't work for you"
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, "I'm impressed/ I don't like you but I'm impressed."
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, "this is my club"
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, business
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, helicopter
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, money coloured eyes
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, secrets
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, the benefits of being a freeholding lord
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, the mob
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Marcone/Harry, water
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Morgan/Harry, dark side of obsession
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Morgan/Harry, double edged sword
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Morgan/Harry, hatesex
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Morgan/Harry, hounded
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Nicodemus/Harry, "dance with the devil tonight"
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Nicodemus/Harry, "you know your scripture"
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Nicodemus/Harry, a monoploy on arrogance
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Nicodemus/Harry, asphixiation
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Nicodemus/Harry, respect
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Nicodemus/Harry, shadow
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, "different values then humans"
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, aphrodisiac
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, BDSM "I'm better at it then Lara"
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, book
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, car
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, chocolate
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, control
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, family
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, naturally talented
Dresden Files, The (bookverse), Thomas/Harry, possession



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Commercials, Mr. Clean/Scrubbing Bubbles scrubbers, raw
[info]ponderosa121
2009-11-05 12:08 am UTC (link)
Mr. Clean never relied on other products before, and this could be why. The spray bottle lay on its side, nozzle leaking. The bubbles had risen so quickly, a mass of frothy white that pulsed and grew as he watched.

The shine of the bubbles were alluring, the pop of the largest like a coy wink. Mr. Clean inched away, his bare feet slipping on the damp tile. The wall met his back, shockingly cold, and the bubbles surged forward like an army to slip over his toes. The foamy caress worked higher up his foot, a mass separating and clinging to his fingers when he tried to brush them away.

The scrubbing action was delicate but thorough, tingling against his skin as the bubbles swarmed over him to work at his skin. He shivered as they crept up his legs, moved from his fingers to the skin on the inside bend of his elbow. Scrubscrubscrub. This was so dirty, and not dirty like a grimy floor, but in a way he couldn't comprehend.

Bubbles massed around his cock. The fresh scent had left him long since aroused and now they tingled and popped and worked his body to a frenzy. He didn't even have to touch himself. No wonder every surface could sparkle without the help of a good brisk brush.

Mr. Clean bit his lip, tormented by their thoroughness and the fear that he'd grown obsolete. He tried to protest, finally, but they just worked harder, scrubbing him raw, pushing him to the very limits until he had to clutch to the towel bar to stay standing.

Panting, Mr. Clean sank to the floor as the bubbles diligently cleaned up the mess they caused him to make.

And then in mere moments they were gone but for a thin filmy residue.

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Re: Commercials, Mr. Clean/Scrubbing Bubbles scrubbers, raw
(Anonymous)
2009-11-05 12:19 am UTC (link)
You are stupendously awesome.

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Re: Commercials, Mr. Clean/Scrubbing Bubbles scrubbers, raw
[info]vzg
2009-11-06 04:50 am UTC (link)
You win. <3

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Re: Commercials, Mr. Clean/Scrubbing Bubbles scrubbers, raw
[info]trowacko
2009-11-11 10:47 am UTC (link)
PONDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
omg one of my best buds pointed me to this challenge to write and here i am picking through prompts and see this! XDDD this was made of WIN. man. i miss seeing your work *clings* much love and kissu! perhaps we'll meet again when i manage to post something XDD

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Atonement, Briony/Lola, play
[info]bitterfig
2009-11-05 12:10 am UTC (link)
“What have you girls been doing,” Mrs. Tallis asked.

“Just playing,” Briony said.

Just playing.

That was what they called it but Briony and Lola both knew it was no child’s game but their first tentative steps into the realm of adulthood.

Kisses, tongues touching, each girl pressing her thighs together. Lola’s little nipples stood out beneath her pink blouse.

“Feel,” Lola said and Briony reached out, felt the swell of Lola’s small breast and the strange pliant hardness under the silky fabric. She felt moist between her legs, as if there were sparks gather there, buzzing like a hive of bees inside her.

“What is this?” She asked her cousin.

“How grown-ups play,” Lola said knowingly.

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Re: Atonement, Briony/Lola, play
(Anonymous)
2009-11-08 08:36 am UTC (link)
I am only vaguely familiar with the characters, but you shine as always. Here's hoping that you'll break out of that writer's block in full. Thank you!

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Re: Atonement, Briony/Lola, play - [info]bitterfig, 2009-11-08 12:20 pm UTC
Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing ends
[info]epitaph_skeith
2009-11-05 01:21 am UTC (link)
Multi-part comment because it's oddly long. Not all that explicit, either. But I tried. :|

******

Wrapped in solitude, surrounded by white and light and intangible little shreds of hope, it was all too easy to lose one's mind.

Maybe that was why, Squall thought, keeping his eyes shut tight and his breaths slow and even, hoping he could give at least a passable pretense of having fallen to sleep. Maybe that was why he'd finally stopped resisting, finally given in to the temptations of touch and taste and warm, slick skin on skin that promised to drive him to distraction, blocking away the thoughts that raced through his head until the only ones left were more, harder, faster and he didn't have to worry any more. Crystals, fighting, gods and goddesses and tales of a conflict without end - for a short time, all of it had vanished and he'd finally felt at peace until reality came crashing back down on him, somewhere in between the most exquisite pleasure and the slow return of outside sensation. Sticky-wet with sweat and release and the lingering remains of biting little kisses, all too clearly aware of the heavier body that rested atop his and the finely-trembling hand threaded into his hair, he'd tried so desperately to push the thoughts away again but they'd stubbornly stayed and he found himself tasting bitter regret on the back of his tongue.

Had it really had to end? To leave him quaking and broken, lying beneath the Warrior of Light on Cosmos' very own throne, and wishing that he could step back a moment in time to the point he'd actually felt whole again?

It almost made him want to cry.

He wasn't sure whether he was glad or sorry, now, that they hadn't remained like that - that they'd shifted apart and gotten more comfortable, strong arms wrapping themselves tight about his waist as he curled on his side and feigned exhaustion in the hopes of being spared any post-coital conversation, even as silence threatened him with its stifling cloak and made him feel like screaming just to rend it to shreds. He resisted the urge as best he could, setting his teeth to the inside of his lip in the hopes the pain would provide some distraction, but the quiet only pressed down thicker still and he suddenly felt as if he were suffocating. Perhaps it was fitting, to have his breath stolen away by this little splinter of time, where he really didn't need to worry but without something else to focus on he couldn't help himself; the absence of distraction simply brought all those nagging little demons back into his head, swirling faster and faster through his brain and he thought that maybe he was going to scream now, the sound welling up so quickly it took all his effort not to gag on it--

"You're trembling."

--snap - and his cheeks flushed vivid crimson as the concerned voice at his ear, completely unfooled by his pretense of slumber, brought him back to reality again so quickly he thought he could hear himself break free of the quiet and he took a sharp, gasping breath. "...Too quiet," he offered finally, hoarsely, the whole explanation at the same time it just wasn't enough, turning suddenly over before he knew he was going to move and burying his face against the closest thing that would hide it, the still-damp and soothingly warm curve where neck met shoulder proving itself more than capable of hiding the surroundings from his helpless eyes. "...Felt like screaming. Don't want to think any more. I - wish we hadn't stopped." He felt as though he was choking on the last sentence, but it slid free of his lips before he even had time to wonder whether he'd regret admitting it so openly, and he was sure he had to be turning redder still as he waited nervously for the reaction. Maybe it was too much, maybe he wasn't supposed to say such things, it was just a one-time pity fuck so the both of them could lose themselves for a little while and those kinds of things were better suited to something ongoing, weren't they?

Maybe he was just an idiot who couldn't hold his tongue when he needed to the most.

A slow breath, then quietly at his ear - "It isn't simply being alone that you fear - but being alone with your thoughts."

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Re: Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing end
[info]epitaph_skeith
2009-11-05 01:22 am UTC (link)
--good god, 3 parts? IT WASN'T THAT LONG SRSLY

******

The words, inflected as they were, shamed Squall. If they'd been a question he could have at least put up a front of denial, but the bluntly confident manner in which they were spoken left no doubt, and he felt himself tremble just faintly at the weight of that utterance settling on him. It was true, but - he didn't want to confront it so openly, wanted to run away from that particular truth and leave it buried in the dust of time, and to have it forced upon him now brought back the suffocating feeling and made him clutch at the nearest thing with fingers curled clawlike, his eyes wide and his chest heaving as he struggled for the air it seemed like he just couldn't breathe; he barely felt the soothing hand on his back, rubbing slow circles to coax him into calming, or the soft brush of lips still swollen from kisses over his ear, but the next words were all too clear despite being only a whisper. "Why do you fear it so badly?"

The crushing pressure abruptly eased and he gasped in a breath, left blinking in the wake of the question as confusion battered away panic. Why, indeed? The fear had always been there, but he wasn't sure he had a reason - he'd always been alone before, alone with too much time to think and run circles inside his own head, and it had never threatened to break him like this. "I don't...know," he started, took another breath so deep it seemed to knife his chest and made himself look up, wishing he could be even a fraction as calm right now as the other seemed to be. "I've always been like that - I've always been...alone..."

...Alone.

When comprehension slowly dawned, pale eyes seemed to warm slightly as if from an unseen smile, and the Warrior of Light said for him what he'd only just realized outright. "You are not alone now."

"...I don't want it to end." He only dimly realized he was speaking, his eyes shutting tight as he pressed himself forward, wrapped a leg around both of the Warrior's to lock their bodies together and clung to him like a frightened child. "I don't want any of this to end! Even if it means we're fighting forever - even if it means we never get anywhere - I don't...I don't want to go back to being alone!" He thought he'd feel shame from the words, from admitting to someone else what he'd never even dared to admit to himself, but instead the feeling that suffused him was a strange warmth and he felt the ease of a pain he hadn't even known was gripping him, relief washing so strongly over him he felt dizzy; he was certain he would have collapsed if he'd been standing, and as it was, he sagged sharply enough against the Warrior's body to elicit a sound of surprise and concern before he could manage to turn his face upward again. "I don't want to be alone again," he whispered, and somehow found himself unsurprised to notice it didn't hurt at all to say it.

The Warrior watched him, traced his cheek idly with a finger and said suddenly, "What if there could be an ending where you were not alone?"

A happy ending, Squall's mind translated for him, and he trembled longingly for the moment he entertained the little flight of fancy, but just as quickly dismissed it with a slight shadow crossing his eyes. "Something like that - a happy ending can't possibly happen, can it? Even with all of Cosmos' power..."

"...You find it better not to get your hopes up?" Something almost a smile twitched at the Warrior's lips and he shifted, turning Squall uncomplainingly onto his back once more and nudging his legs apart; calloused fingers dipped down and in, stroking into the passage still slick from their previous exertions, and he did smile when Squall flushed deep red and tried to hide it with a quick, jerky nod. "A wise move," he commented as if he hadn't even noticed the blush, bending his head down so their lips nearly touched, "but...do you know why there are to be no happy endings, Squall?"

The sound of his name on the Warrior's lips made Squall tremble again; he breathed a moan and shook his head no, his heart racing.

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Re: Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing end - [info]epitaph_skeith, 2009-11-05 01:22 am UTC
Re: Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing end - [info]junkiecosmonaut, 2009-11-12 07:18 pm UTC
Re: Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing end - [info]epitaph_skeith, 2009-11-13 06:05 pm UTC
Re: Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing end - [info]junkiecosmonaut, 2009-11-13 07:08 pm UTC
Re: Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing end - [info]epitaph_skeith, 2009-11-13 07:34 pm UTC
Commercials, Cap'n Crunch/Lucky the Leprechaun, I've got you now
[info]saesama
2009-11-05 02:37 am UTC (link)
He ignored the tiny fellow trailing him, paying no attention to the sly grabs at his attention. He focused instead on the lovely marshmallow fruits hanging from the trees he passed under, each with it's own magic waiting to be released by careful carving and shaping and polishing. each plant with it's own shape, it's on color, it's own place in the chant, 'hearts, stars, and hosreshoes,' and he could practically feel the leprechaun's frustration against the back of his head.

Time passed, and he strolled from beneath the trees into the wide clover field, his coat dusted with blue powder from the moon-flower bushes he passed. His ignored companion followed, more bold in his teasing, more annoyed at being cast aside. Finally, the leprechaun made a mistake, a too-bold move, grabbing at his coat. He'd spent far too many years in seedy ports along the MilkSea to not have his reflexes honed, no matter how old Tony teased him for being. He caught a tiny wrist in his hand, bird-frail bones grinding, but there was strength there, too, vicious strength and he all of a sudden had his arms full of spitting, hissing red-headed fury.

Charms rang in his ears as they fell to the ground. Charms for the moon's befuddlement, for the pound of a horse's shod hoof, for his luck to run out and his lust to compel him to a mistake. He ignored them all, focusing only on getting his weight on top of the red-haired imp and force him to yield.

Eventually, the imp quieted, his eyes snapping with anger and - glee? Maybe. Who knew with leprechauns? "Y' caught me, Cap'n," he said. Oh yes, he was entertained. "What will y'take o'me?"

And the roll of the imp's hips left nothing to be desired and everything to be wanted, all at once. His low shudder did not go unnoticed, but he ignored the fierce jab of desire, anyway. "The rainbow charm, fairy," he demanded.

A look of surprise. "Always wan' a path home, do ye?" he asked, laughing. "Not gold or luck, eh? Ah, but you would. Very well, it's yours." A heavy weight in his pocket, that he dared not lift his hand to check. The leprechaun was commanded by his own laws in this, anyway.

But even though he was undoubtedly the winner, it could always be challenged. The leprechaun rolled his hips again. "Care to wager I cannae win it back?" he asked, grinning. "If you win, I'll throw in a clover for good luck."

He thought about it for only a moment. The rainbow was the precious one, and his men wouldn't think less of him if he went back and said he'd lost, but to come back with two... "No using any charms," he said, releasing one thin wrist to shrug out of his coat instead. Lucky laughed and tangled narrow fingers in his beard to pull him down for a kiss.

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Anyone who wants to can continue, but I just can't bring myself to porn cereal mascots.

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Re: Commercials, Cap'n Crunch/Lucky the Leprechaun, I've got you now
[info]vzg
2009-11-06 04:53 am UTC (link)
You're awesome even without the porn. <3

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Re: Commercials, Cap'n Crunch/Lucky the Leprechaun, I've got you now - [info]saesama, 2009-11-07 02:46 am UTC
Chobits, Freya/Elda, the more loving one
[info]yomikoreadman
2009-11-05 03:37 am UTC (link)
Freya knows what sacrifice is. She made it for Daddy, because he loved Mommy more. She's making it again, because she loves Elda more. Her fingers, still agile as her systems shut down, slip between her sister's legs, delving into the place forbidden to them both.

The place that they should have come from, if life was fair.

Elda doesn't cry out as the fingers enter her, twirling deftly around the switch that gives and removes her life. She smiles at her sister, feeling something dark and bittersweet as she grasps Freya's free hand.

"I will," Elda says in answer to the probing fingers, and Freya smiles as her eyes close for the last time.

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Re: Chobits, Freya/Elda, the more loving one
[info]hamimi_fk
2009-11-10 11:09 am UTC (link)
o//o Win!

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Batman: The Dark Knight, Batman/Jim Gordon, night visitor
[info]ponderosa121
2009-11-05 06:34 am UTC (link)
They sleep in separate beds these days, him and Barbara, like they're some kind of 50s television couple. Jimmy asks questions, but Babs doesn't, the sweetheart, and that more than anything makes his ticker twinge. She and her mother have a whole world of hurts and accusations and there's nothing that can undo Harvey's flip of a coin and prove them wrong. So it's strained smiles over the orange juice and toast, more smiles when there's company, and eventually, when the separate beds turns into separate rooms, Jim only has a whisper of guilt when the shadow comes to his window and his pulse turns into a jackhammer.

He's good at ignoring whispers when the shadow lingers, steps inside more often than not to fill scraps of stolen midnight with hushed talk and the sort of secrets that keep Jim going through one long day after another. Tonight like always, Batman fills the room, too big even for the step up that this apartment is over the last. With every visit, Jim tries to picture what kind of place the guy calls home. He never gets far. Some things are beyond the scope of his imagination.

"Commissioner."

The air slicing in around Batman's cape is colder than the gleam of moonlight on the casement. "I'm in my boxer shorts, you think you could call me Jim. Or James, at the least."

Batman's mouth stays in a line. Jim scoops his eyeglasses off the nightstand and unfolds them slowly. Like everything these days going right on down to the stone of Gotham's sidewalks, the stems feel fragile, ready to crumble out from between his fingers.

"I wanted to thank you for earlier, with the problem at the club." The words have just the slightest hesitation to them, and it's a little terrifying to hear that sort of uncertainty in the graveyard rasp of a voice.

"You're welcome." Jim smiles to himself and knows it shows ragged at the edges, but what else can he say.

There's a rustle and a blur of movement and Jim forgets for a second the aborted sound that'd made him think the Batman had something more to say to him. But it's not back out the window and zipping up towards the rooftop to vanish, it's a hand on his face with a gloved palm that's textured to grip and tugging almost painfully at the dust of whiskers on his cheek.

"You don't understand how much this means to me, Gordon."

The intensity burns straight through the mask, shudders with the heavy thump of a heartbeat that Jim can feel drumming a beat not much different than his own. "Trust is a rare commodity," he says, and turns away from the hand pressed shakily to his face in order to remove his glasses again. His nightvision has always been shit, and without the glasses he's blind as his visitor's namesake, but he closes his eyes anyway and upturns his head. He doesn't flinch as the blindfold is laid over his eyes.

"One of the few things a man can't buy," Batman says, his voice softening towards something almost recognisable. Warm breath tickles near Jim's ear before Jim can feel the mask being pulled away, the soft thump of it being dropped on the floor. Jim seeks out the kiss, the odd gentleness of it that always soothes the ache of anonymity, the chill of knowing Barbara's down the hall in the room across from the kids.

Jim's got more of Gotham in his bones than he'd like to admit, fights the changes with the same agony of the city herself. It'll be an official separation soon enough, the inevitable divorce to follow, but for now, he has this: A secret and a lie and more of both tangled up in the knot of sheets that he finds himself easing into.

It's here, in the smothering dark, where Jim tries hardest to pretend with the rest of the city into believing that he doesn't need the Batman. But whoever the Batman is, his hair is short and soft between Jim's fingers. He's human and vulnerable when the armor comes off, and Jim needs to know that most of all.

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Re: Batman: The Dark Knight, Batman/Jim Gordon, night visitor - (Anonymous), 2009-11-05 02:44 pm UTC
Re: Batman: The Dark Knight, Batman/Jim Gordon, night visitor - [info]ponderosa121, 2009-11-06 02:07 am UTC
Re: Batman: The Dark Knight, Batman/Jim Gordon, night visitor - (Anonymous), 2009-11-08 08:41 am UTC
Re: Batman: The Dark Knight, Batman/Jim Gordon, night visitor - [info]trowacko, 2009-11-11 10:51 am UTC
Dollhouse, Topher/Claire, nothing here is real
[info]kay-obsessive.livejournal.com
2009-11-05 08:21 am UTC (link)
((This is...not as porny as intended.))

You can’t keep it straight anymore, the memories. Everything’s bleeding together, crossing over, and you’re losing the truth to the fabrications.

You’re a doctor, that’s real. Real enough, anyway. You always wanted to be, and you studied hard to get there, and that’s a lie you never went to school. who needs school when you can handle a knife, a real knife not that doctor crap, and you can slit a traitor’s throat fit to make bobby proud, and No, that isn’t you.

It’s all wrong, and you take it out on Topher, because it’s his fault. It has to be his fault, and besides, you know how to get to him, all his little fears. why? why do you know? he never told you and he wouldn’t include that knowledge in the imprint. You just managed to figure it out. He’s not a difficult person to understand. His fears are clear as day, and you were there when one got loose in the lab, and he just about knocked you over trying to get away, and you laughed so hard. he had always been a little annoying, but seeing him climb onto the lab bench with that panicked look was really kind of endearing, and God, you hate him so much.

You can’t even stand it anymore. You have to make him crack like you’ve cracked, so you shock him in his sleep, push him down onto the sad little cot he calls a bed, and Topher’s grinning up at you, lazy and affectionate, his hands ghosting over your legs. “thought you were going to help with my research tonight.” “you’re a genius. you can afford to fall behind schedule by a day.” “can’t argue with that.” and you lean down to kiss him, and he responds for the briefest of seconds before shoving you away, and you slap him because everything is wrong.

You don’t remember what you were saying, but you finish anyway, snap, “Why shouldn’t I love you?” He looks away, avoids your gaze, but his fingers dig into your hips as you rock against him, and he groans your name but you can’t quite hear it. his eyes flutter open to stare into yours, and the grin comes back and you laugh, “what?” “i love you,” like a secret, and you’re grinning too, tangling fingers in his hair and pulling him toward you again.

There is grief in his face, a forgotten memory, and you’re terrified you know exactly what it is. “How do I live?” you whisper.

“i’m not sure you should mess with these rossum guys, topher.”

“what’s the worst they could do to me?”

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Re: Dollhouse, Topher/Claire, nothing here is real - (Anonymous), 2009-11-08 08:46 am UTC
Harry Potter, Krum/Hermione, sex in the stacks
[info]bitterfig
2009-11-05 01:44 pm UTC (link)

Viktor had never felt about a girl quite the way he felt about Hermione Granger.

There had been many women in his life before. That was part and parcel of being a Quidditch star. There were always witches waiting outside the locker rooms and recognizing him in pubs, eager to strike up a nightlong acquaintance. If they had been interested in Viktor primarily for his celebrity status he had been interested in them mainly for the momentary relief and company they offered.

Then he met Hermione.

She didn’t especially care about Quidditch or the fact that he was an internationally celebrated Seeker. What she seemed to like about him were qualities he had hardly been aware he had-- quiet thoughtfulness and intensity, kindness and strength. And as for him, he was fascinated by her intelligence, by her love and enthusiasm for learning, and by the fearlessness way she had embraced the Wizarding world.

He cared for her as he had never cared for a woman before and when she told him that she was ready, that she wanted to be with him, he wanted it to be special and in a special place.

Viktor had always been with women in places that reflected his prowess as a star athlete—on the deserted Quidditch pitch, astride the broomstick he had flown in this or that championship, under the bleachers of the stadium. He didn’t want to be with Hermione in any of those places. He wanted it to be somewhere that was important to her.

So that night he took her hand and led her to the empty library. It was locked, of course, but between them they got quite handily. Hermione laughed and ran through the stacks deep into the heart of the library where there were shelves upon shelves, dense as trees in a forest and she told him what the different sections of books were about, which one’s she’s read, which one’s she wanted to read. He thought she was so adorable, so alive and in her element he couldn’t bring himself to disturb her but finally she stopped and standing on tiptoes she kissed him, pressing against him, as enthusiastic for the experience of being with him as she was for the knowledge in the books.

He was so much taller than her but he lifted her up set her down on an empty shelf so their hips were level. She wrapped her legs tight around him as they kissed, her bright tongue dancing against his slow, steady rhythm. The skirt of her uniform was up over her thighs, he pressed the palm of his hand between her legs, against the white cotton of her panties. She moaned. He had expected her to keep talk, she had been chattering happily about the research she had done into protective charms and contraceptive potions but when he touched her there words abandoned her and she rubbed herself against his hand, kissing him with a ferocity that took his breath away all the while undoing his belt. In a moment his cock was in her hand, so red and eager and tender he blushed. She rubbed him against her, panties around her ankles now the head of his cock against her clit, the shaft of his penis flush to the lips of her. She rolled her hips up and his cock was poised, pressed to her opening, ready to enter.

“May I?” He asked.

“Please,” she whispered and he began to push inside her, slowly, careful not to hurt her. Her body yielded, opened to him the passage embracing him as tightly as the girl till he was sunk in her to the hilt and there was no way of knowing where he ended and she began. “Oh,” she whispered eyes wide. “Oh…” Then gingerly at first, tentatively they began to move together. She pressed against the book shelves, her heels against his buttocks, spurring him on to go faster, thrust harder. Her muscles tightened, she trembled in his arms, undulating around him till his urgency mounted and he came inside her.

Even after that she still held him tight, arms about his neck, legs around his hips, keeping him inside her, nuzzling his dark hair with her little face. He had never stayed with a woman like this before, quiet and satiated and he felt as though it had been the first time for him as well as for her.

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Re: Harry Potter, Krum/Hermione, sex in the stacks - (Anonymous), 2009-11-08 08:52 am UTC
Re: Harry Potter, Krum/Hermione, sex in the stacks - [info]bitterfig, 2009-11-08 12:21 pm UTC
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Den, Bottle of Whiskey
(Anonymous)
2009-11-05 04:21 pm UTC (link)
Last Meal Before Being Hung

The hotel room felt hot, hotter than it should anyway. Dan attributed it to the large amount of whiskey he'd just consumed. Wade lay on the bed smirking at him as he tipped the bottle up and took a long swallow. Dan felt his face flush when Wade started to unbutton his shirt.

"It sure is hot in here." Ben said with a smile.

"Yup, it's the whiskey. We're mostly drunk now."

"Mostly? I was hoping for totally." Ben laughed.

"Give it time. If you drink anymore of that you'll be passed out, and then I'll have to carry your ass to the train."

"I can hold my liquor, Dan. Besides we ain't gonna make it to the train. My gang will never allow it. Let me ask ya something. How long has it been since Alice has let you touch her?"

Dan stood up, clenching his fists at his side, face seething with anger now.

"You leave my wife out of this, Wade. Our life is none of your concern."

"Aw, don't get mad, Dan. I just thought we could maybe do something to pass the time until the train comes. I like you, Dan. I like you a lot. If I didn't--you'd be dead by now."

Ben grinned up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt completely and ran a hand down his thigh, lightly stroking his hardening cock.

Dan's vision blurred from too much damn whiskey and his mouth suddenly went dry. "Fuck," Dan murmured.

"Right," Ben grinned. "That's exactly what I was thinking. Come on, Dan, how's about a little tumble for old times sake?"

"Are you crazy, Wade? You really expect me to fuck you?"

"Nope, I thought you'd let me fuck you. Kind of like a last meal for a prisoner about to be hung."

Ben slowly undid his pants and pushed them down over his hips. Dan could see that Wade was hard. His thick cock bounced up and hit Ben in the chest as it sprang free of its confines. Dan licked his lips. It'd been nearly a year since he and Alice had slept together. He supposed that was part of why he'd been determined to bring Ben Wade to justice. Of course, the money was desperately needed to save his ranch. This now, was something entirely different. He wasn't sure he could trust Wade, but as he said, he hadn't killed him yet. Ben Wade didn't strike him as the kill your lover in the heat of passion type. Dan was no stranger to manly love. Sometimes you had to take pleasure where you could get it. During the war, the opportunity presented itself a few times, so Dan knew what if felt like to have another man's cock buried inside him. However, none of his trysts had been as sexy as Ben Wade was. The man was extremely attractive and exuded a raw, animal magnetism that sent Dan's skin to tingling. Maybe, just this once he should give in to his primal instincts.

"Dan, you're thinking to loud. Come on, I promise, I won't hurt you. You have my word."

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Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Den, Bottle of Whiskey - (Anonymous), 2009-11-05 04:21 pm UTC
Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Den, Bottle of Whiskey - (Anonymous), 2009-11-05 04:23 pm UTC
Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Den, Bottle of Whiskey - (Anonymous), 2009-11-08 08:55 am UTC
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Dame Vaako, anal sex
[info]bridgetmkennitt
2009-11-06 04:18 am UTC (link)
Riddick woke up with his arms and legs tied to the bed and he cursed. He knew he shouldn't have given either Vaako the code to his room. It didn't matter that he slept with them, either of them, on a regular basis. They were both Necromongers and as a rule, untrustworthy.

"Good to see you're awake. I have something special in mind for you today." Dame Vaako's voice washed over him and he jerked his head to the side to see her standing next to the bed, naked and beautiful as always.

"Where's your husband?"

She smiled. "He's busy training the new converts. This is just between us."

He growled low in his throat and tested the cords. They held firm, not giving an inch. He wouldn't be breaking out of them any time soon. "Lady..."

Dame Vaako gestured dismissively before heading to her lockbox across the room. "You'll like this." She knelt down and opened her lockbox before pulling something, he couldn't quite see what, out. "I've been saving this surprise for awhile." She turned around and gave Riddick an unsympathetic look. "Relax, Lord Marshal. You might even like this."

"Somehow, I doubt it." He watched Dame Vaako strap on some sort of device around her waist. Something that looked liked... "What is that?"

Dame Vaako chuckled as she moved closer to the bed. "This? This is what I'm going to use to fuck you. I hope you don't mind, but I had Vaako's help in shaping it."

"I am going to snap your neck if you get anywhere near me with that thing," Riddick said, snarling out the words.

"No, you're not." She crawled onto the bed until she knelt between Riddick's legs. "Nor will your belly aching stop this from happening. I am going to fuck you and that's that."

Riddick tried once more to break the cords tied around his wrists and ankles, to no avail. That was when he noticed the squelchy feeling between his legs, specifically in his ass. His gaze met Dame Vaako's as he raised an eyebrow. "I'm changing the code on my room after this. It's one thing to tie me up, it's another to stick your fingers inside me while I'm unconscious!"

She shrugged as she began coating her device with lubricant, more than likely the same one she used to lube him up. "I could fuck you raw, but you're not that into pain like we are. Ready?"

Riddick bared his teeth as he grinned. "Do your worst, Lady, and when you're done, I'm going to fuck you into the mattress."

"You say that like I don't want it." Dame Vaako licked her lips and gripped the base of the device as she nudged it against Riddick's hole. "Think of it as a challenge, Lord Marshal. If you can fuck me harder than I'm about to fuck you, I'll let you do whatever your heart desires to Vaako."

Riddick bared his teeth again, an idea forming in his mind. "All right, Lady. I'll take you up on that challenge."

Dame Vaako laughed and thrust forward.

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Dame Vaako, anal sex - [info]ceria, 2009-11-06 04:24 am UTC
Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Dame Vaako, anal sex - [info]bridgetmkennitt, 2009-11-17 03:08 am UTC
Baccano!, Fermet/Czeslaw, the mental torture is worse than the physical
[info]ponderosa121
2009-11-06 04:52 am UTC (link)
It hurt when Fermet experimented. Czeslaw tried to gauge the pain at first, after the first few times he died and he realised that Fermet wasn't going to stop. He's not sure when he gave up. Nerves were simple things, they turned on and off, and pleasure and pain were not so different when pushed to the very extreme. It hurt, the things Fermet did to him, and that was all that Czeslaw knew.

"Again, Czes?" Fermet asked. "Shall we play some more?"

Fermet lifted Czeslaw's penis with the flat edge of a knife. The blade had been glowing red when Fermet had last touched him with it, driven it into his belly and pulled his guts out steaming and sizzling.

Fermet had done it after he'd come. "Shh," he'd said, mouth smiling around Czeslaw's seizing prick and Czeslaw remembered the iron smell of the knife as it heated in the brazier. "This feels good, right? See, I can still make you feel good."

Czeslaw squirmed as Fermet kissed it hard again, made promises Czeslaw couldn't hope he'd keep. Czeslaw didn't have to watch, but he couldn't keep still. The chains at his wrist rattled, scraping the skin raw with new wounds that would never scar.

Helpless, he blinked away tears when Fermet kissed the inside of his thigh, and the shape of Fermet's smile pressed to his skin was sharper and more painful than the scrape of the knife on his ribs.

"A little more," Fermet said, deciding for them both. "It'll feel good again soon."

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Re: Baccano!, Fermet/Czeslaw, the mental torture is worse than the physical - [info]bitterfig, 2009-11-06 05:46 pm UTC
Re: Baccano!, Fermet/Czeslaw, the mental torture is worse than the physical - (Anonymous), 2009-11-08 04:17 am UTC
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yue, wings
[info]omorka-fics.livejournal.com
2009-11-08 04:39 am UTC (link)
"It's not the same," Touya said quietly through gritted teeth.

"I know," the strange halfway voice replied. "It's not meant to be the same." The face was still Yukito's, but the gaze looking out through those eyes was much colder. "I do not want to take anything more from you. But . . . "

"I know." Touya turned back around and slid his arms around his partner. He understood that one soul lay under the two forms; it was just hard for him to make that real for himself. Yuki was fine with it; he was the only one who felt as if he were cheating on him. The human leaned his head against the homunculus's shoulder. "Go ahead."

"Very well." Moonlight, brighter than any full moon, spilled around them, and then there were those white wings, curled around him and containing the light as Yue rearranged himself into his true form under his fingers. He insisted on watching the transformation, now, instead of letting Yukito dissolve under those bright feathers alone.

Yue's long, pale fingers gently clasped at his waist. "I am sorry." The belt of his robe came undone at the angel's touch, and the warm fabric parted, cool air whispering along the dark curls beneath.

"No, don't apologize. That makes it worse." Touya opened the Guardian's robe and traced the pale skin underneath with his fingertips. He pushed the heavy white silk back, sliding it from Yue's shoulders, feeling the smooth feathers as it slid down his back. Yue reached back to pull it the rest of the way from his wings, and it pooled on the floor like snow.

Touya tossed his own bathrobe behind him and gripped the spirit's shoulders. His fingers looked strangely dark against the pale skin. "Hold me." His chest pressed against the other's, and he felt Yue's heartbeat, too slow to be a human's but too solid to be a ghost's. The angel's nipples were hard as his wings folded in around them, caressing Touya's back and blocking out the walls of their apartment.

He let a sudden wave of need take him, and wondered vaguely when his own transformation in this winged cocoon would come.

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Re: Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yue, wings - (Anonymous), 2009-11-08 08:10 pm UTC
Re: Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yue, wings - [info]omorka-fics.livejournal.com, 2009-11-12 05:04 am UTC
Axis Powers Hetalia, Germany/Italy, cleaning
[info]ex_eumenides549
2009-11-08 05:47 pm UTC (link)
The sound of a large crash and a subsequent shout from what seemed to be Italy brought Ludwig running toward the kitchen to investigate. The scene as he peered into the room, a hand on the door jam, had him gasping in surprise before fuming at the sight.

Feliciano knelt on the floor next to a still-steaming stock pot turned onto its side and slightly rocking to and fro. Its fall from the counter had part of the floor, cabinet, and wall painted in red from the pasta sauce Italy had apparently been making. He'd even managed to get some on his cheek and the apron he wore. Italy had frozen mid-wipe as he attempted to clean the mess up with a kitchen towel now sopping with what he'd intended to be dinner. He gazed fearfully in the direction of the doorway stuttering, “G-Germany?”

“Must you always make such a mess of my kitchen?” Germany shouted, his brows furrowed as they almost always were when dealing with Feliciano's antics. He stormed into the room, grabbing a spare towel to dampen and soap in the sink. He soon sank to the floor to join Italy. “Hurry up before it leaves a stain!” he chastened, horrified at the idea of anything marring the usual pristine state of the kitchen.

Prodded into motion, Italy began to scrub furiously at the floor, muttering apologies as he did so. Ludwig sighed as he headed to the sink to rinse out the cloth and return to wash down the wall. How did the other man manage to fling the sauce up this high?

“I'm so sorry, Germany,” Italy continued in a sad voice. “I wanted to make you a nice dinner. I even made a new tasty sauce, but I slipped on water that was on the floor and ruined everything.”

Germany paused, turning to watch him wash out the towel and return to sink to the floor to swipe at the rest of the mess. “You didn't have to do that,” he told Italy, touched by the gesture.

“But you've been working so hard lately even though you're so tired from saving me,” Italy protested. He gazed at the now clean cabinets before him absently. “I just wanted to say thank you, but now there isn't any of it left. You didn't even get to taste any of it.”

Ludwig joined Feliciano on the floor, eying the streak of red sauce marring the skin of his cheek. “Well, there is a bit of it left,” he noted. Italy looked mildly confused before Germany leaned in to swipe at it with a warm tongue, drawing a gasp. When no more of it remained, Ludwig noted in a husky voice, “You're right. It was delicious. It's a shame there isn't more.” He slowly pressed Italy down to the cool floor by his shoulders, moving to lap at what he imagined was a stray droplet or two at the base of Feliciano's open collar.

“I don't think there's any down there,” Italy told him as he felt Ludwig's gloved hand grope him beneath the apron he wore. He couldn't say that he minded the turn in Germany's mood. He'd forgotten the effect that cleaning had on the man sometimes. Heaven knew he'd given Ludwig enough reason recently to demonstrate.

“Don't you want me to finish making dinner?” Italy asked as his apron was briskly tugged off and tossed away.

“I'm hungry for something else right now,” Ludwig announced, making short work of the buttons and clasps on Italy's uniform.

“But, Germany, won't we get the floor dirty again?” Italy asked.

“Don't worry,” Ludwig answered, a gloved hand toying with the bulge peeking out from Italy's open trousers. “I'll be sure not to spill a drop.”

As Ludwig swallowed him down to the hilt, he noted that the shrill way Feliciano shouted his name didn't bother him half as much at moments like these.

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Baccano!, Luck/Eve, an unguarded moment
[info]quiet_curiosity
2009-11-09 06:13 am UTC (link)
She didn’t storm out in a huff. Of that, at least, she could be proud.

Eve had tried to articulate her points to the best of her ability. Yet when the arguing began, she sat back and groaned. Every other meeting had included yelling and Eve had learned what to expect: harsh words, threats of violence, and her every entreaty for peace met with even more harsh words. She didn’t like sitting back and watching them fight but there was little that she could do to stop them. So she rose from the table, grabbed her coat, and walked out of the room. She heard the rustling of feet as she walked down the hall but she refused to look back. It was only after she gave instruction to the elevator operator that she looked up to see Luck Gandor’s quizzical expression. She shrugged as the door closed between them.

She ignored the rolling storm clouds once she hit the street, choosing to pull her collar up to her chin and focus her eyes on the ground. She didn’t want to accidentally make eye contact with anyone and have to face their unspoken sympathy. But as the rain began to sprinkle the street, she felt foreign eyes settle on her uncovered head. Yet she continued on and mulled over her situation. Her frustration with it mounted as the rain began to pound. When she finally looked up, she realized that those few who carried umbrellas were the only ones who populated the sidewalks. She slicked by a lock of sopping hair from her forehead as she scanned the darkened streets. It was as she had wanted – she was nearly alone. But she couldn’t stay were she was.

Cautiously, Eve ran down the sidewalk as her eyes scanned for a place to sit out the worst of the storm. It was only by chance that she noticed the alley. She knew that it wouldn’t be an ideal hiding spot but it would have to do. Eve crept deep into the alley until she found a place that was relatively dry. She leaned up against the wall and began to wring out the hem of her dress, glancing up and down the alley as she did so. It was as dreary as she had expected but it was still dirty and reeked of something that wasn’t quite well. She looked back toward the street and sighed. The storm showed no signs of letting up.

And so she crouched there, her knees held close to her chin, and waited. Instead of evaporating, her frustrations only mounted, compounding on the stale cold the swept over her body. Why couldn’t they listen to her? While the Gandors obviously ran a tight organization, her brother had little to shows for his years of thuggery. But she had gone up against others and came out victorious. She was all that stood between him and another cement filled barrel. Why couldn’t he just shut up and let her do the talking?

It was only the sound of a sudden rustle in the distance that snapped her from her thoughts and sent her to her feet. She reached into one her inner coat pockets and stroked the outline of her small revolver. Thankfully, it wasn’t wet. It had been part of her inheritance from her grandfather but it had only been within the last three years that she had gotten any practice with it. She hoped that her relative inexperience would not show should she have to use it. With hand still in pocket, she swung around to meet the noise and stopped. It seemed that she wouldn’t need the gun after all. “Luck?”

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Baccano!, Luck/Eve, an unguarded moment (con...) - [info]quiet_curiosity, 2009-11-09 06:13 am UTC
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, detention [1/2]
[info]demoerin
2009-11-09 10:05 pm UTC (link)
Coraline didn't do well with being stuck in a room.

It was her least favourite thing - Wybie would know by now, after they'd been friends for so long. An interesting room might be okay - she'd be all over a back basement in the Smithsonian, and go looking for stuffed unicorn colts, alien stereos, stepladders for rainbows, whatever.

But the average high school classroom ... not going to cut it. More than a quarter-hour in one of those and she'd do anything for a diversion.

Two fingers with the nails painted in different colours strolled around Wybie's kneecap like it was the Yellow Pages. Coraline sat snug beside him, closer than would be allowed if the teacher weren't totally on their side, and pretended to do her homework.

"Coraline," he hissed, rigid with not squirming, and she elbowed him.

"Shh!" She looked indignant, even as she tried not to smile obviously. I'm being cute! Appreciate it.

The fingers walked further up his thigh - not just plain old touching, but taking precise steps, like they were out for a hike up his suddenly twitchy leg. And the thing was, she really was being cute, but Wybie was thinking less of how she'd blush and laugh at herself once they got out of here, and more of Coraline, exploring.

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Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, detention [2/2] - [info]demoerin, 2009-11-10 08:49 pm UTC
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Vicious, trust
[info]hamimi_fk
2009-11-11 12:06 am UTC (link)
A small flame illuminated a pale face as a cigarette slowly came to life, flickering as it fought to survive. Flicking his wrist, Vicious extinguished the flame as he took the first drag off the cigarette, the whole while watching the face of the man across from him. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he offered a smile to the carefully guarded face.

"Don't you trust me?" He asked, his tone playful.

"Honestly?"

Tapping ash into the blue ashtray at his hand, Vicious scowled.

"I thought we were better friends than this, Spike."

"I use to think monsters were hiding in my closet." Spike snarked. "Eventually I learned better."

The long haired man chuckled as he took a final, long drag of the cigarette before snubbing it out in the ashtray. He clasped his hands together in a silent prayer, resting his chin on them.

"You have to learn to trust or you'll always find yourself in these type of situations." Vicious said, eyes flickering over Spike.

"Right, because getting drugged, stripped naked, and tied to a chair by my wrists and ankles gives me plenty of opportunity to trust someone."

"This is a lesson in trust. If you learn to trust me now, I won't have to trick you the next time."

"What makes you think they'll be a next time?"

Standing, Vicious knocked over the small table that separated them. The ashtray shattered upon impact with the cement floor as Spike flushed, wishing there was a way to cover his dignity.

"If you're so uncomfortable in my presence then why does your body disagree with your words?"

If Spike could slam his disobedient boner into a drawer, he would have done so at that very moment. Instead, he squirmed as his erection twitched excitedly under Vicious' gaze. Upon the green haired man's lack of a comeback, Vicious smirked as he stepped toward his captive. Ghosting his fingers over Spike's face and bare chest, he took pleasure in making the man squirm as his mind and body conflicted.

"I'll teach you to trust me." Vicious said, moving his hand down to Spike's balls and cupping them. "Whether you want to or not. I'll make you crawl back to me on your hands and knees, begging me to fuck you over and over."

"You're crazy." Spike spat.

A hand connected with his face, the echo of the slap loud and unsympathetic.

"Respect is the first lesson in trust."

"Fuck you!"

Another slap made the chair momentarily teeter, threatening to spill out it's stunned occupant.

"Respect begins with silence."

His lip now bloody, accidentally bitten through on the second slap, Spike held his tongue. He was still young and palpable, capable yet of being molded and conditioned. As Vicious knelt down and touched his lips to the still hard erection, Spiked growled threateningly. The whole while unaware that Vicious would be correct in his assertions as he began toying with his penis with teeth and tongue.

In the years to come, Spike would find himself crawling back to Vicious time after time until one day he realized he'd been cut off like an unwanted blemish. Much the same as Julia would, despite seeing a man slowly evolve into a monster without a heart or a care. However, that was in the almost distant future from this moment, Julia nothing more than a name on someone else's lips. As Vicious began to take Spike into his mouth, soon into darker places, he was a still a monster, but one with a heart and conscious, knowing full well what he was doing. As Spike came into the talented mouth, he didn't know these would be the moments he would one day look back on with a heavy heart and a hard dick.

Spike learned to trust, but it would come too little, too late.

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Re: Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Vicious, trust - [info]junkiecosmonaut, 2009-11-12 07:17 pm UTC
Re: Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Vicious, trust - [info]hamimi_fk, 2009-11-12 10:36 pm UTC
Re: Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Vicious, trust - [info]lavode, 2009-11-13 02:55 am UTC
Re: Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Vicious, trust - [info]hamimi_fk, 2009-11-13 02:31 pm UTC
Baccano!, Dallas/Eve, salvation
[info]haku-kaen.livejournal.com
2009-11-12 04:38 am UTC (link)
Dallas hated water.

From the day he'd been dragged from the Hudson, waterlogged and gasping, his entire body twitching and jerking as it drove the river out of his lungs and his guts and his very cells, he'd avoided it as much as humanly possible. He never drank a thing, relying on his invulnerable body to protect him from dehydration and devouring as many hunks of ice and juicy pieces of overripe fruit as he could get his hands on to keep some of the edge off the pain of his body drying out. He locked himself away on rainy days, covering his windows with heavy blankets and playing records loudly enough to drown out the sound of the raindrops pattering down. And most of all he avoided bathing until he stank so badly that nobody wanted to get anywhere near him.

Eve waited, always, until the day it became entirely too much to stand before she went to him. If the dirt built up on his skin wasn't practically deep enough to plant seeds in, if the grease in his hair wasn't so thick that you could squeeze out enough to fry potatoes in, if you couldn't smell him coming from three rooms away, then she would ignore every complaint that reached her ears. Her brother's peace of mind was the most important thing to her, and she wouldn't disturb it for anyone else's comfort.

But when the day inevitably came that he grew so filthy it couldn't possibly be healthy, she would quietly take his hand and lead him into her private bathroom.

Nobody else could convince him to enter the bath. Nobody else would dare to try. But when she stripped off her dress then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his slacks, Dallas unwilling to do even that much when each article of clothing removed was one step closer to the water getting him in its clutches again, he would allow her to guide him into the deep tub and settle him leaning back against his chest. He would trust her, and her alone, to keep his head safely above the water, to keep even a drop of it from entering his lungs.

But his body would still be tense and shaking as the water level rose, his hands clenched tightly around the rim of the tub, his eyes clenched tightly shut. Eve would hush him and sooth him and comfortingly smooth her hands over his hair and down his body. And when none of that worked to relax him, she would change her tactics and slide a hand between his legs to distract him.

She'd wanted to lead him to God. She'd wanted him to have faith. She had wanted him to be saved. But instead it was her love for him which profaned them both, it was her inability to watch him suffer when she had the means to grant him solace which lead to such unforgivable sin.

Abraham married his half-sister, she would tell herself as she stroked him to hardness. Moses' parents were aunt and nephew. Each of Lot's daughters laid with him, and God didn't decide that he'd made a mistake in sparing them from the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah and reach out to correct it.

She didn't let those thoughts lead her mind when the time came to shampoo his hair and it was no longer possible to keep his head entirely above the water. She held onto them as she slid carefully around him and straddled his hips. But they inevitably fled her mind when she lowered herself onto him as she gently dipped his head back, love of God pushed back by love of her brother.

In the moment she couldn't believe it was a sin when Dallas would clutch her to him so tightly, like she was the only thing anchoring him to the world. It couldn't be wrong to have him drag her down when his scalp entered the water and kiss her like he thought keeping their mouths sealed tightly together could save both of them from drowning.

And when she let him rise from the water again, his hair clean and dripping, and he twisted them both until he was on top, one arm beneath her back to protect her from going under the water as she'd protected him, the other hand thumbing at her clit, giving her the affection and pleasure that he never cared enough to show anyone else, she thought that God could only approve of their union if he would allow her to feel so wonderful as a result of it.

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Re: Baccano!, Dallas/Eve, salvation - (Anonymous), 2009-11-13 04:08 pm UTC
Re: Baccano!, Dallas/Eve, salvation - [info]haku-kaen.livejournal.com, 2009-11-13 09:29 pm UTC

[info]aikonamika
2009-11-12 05:02 am UTC (link)
Round Nine of Porn Battle is now closed! Thank you all for participating.

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