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telesilla ([info]telesilla) wrote in [info]porn_battle,
@ 2008-06-12 02:26:00

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Entry tags:round four

Prompt List: Round Four (Characters, Numbers and A-H)
As of now--11:07pm PST, Wednesday June 18--this round of the Porn Battle is over. Thank you for participating!

Okay, so far this is the Biggest Porn Battle Ever! Now it's your job to make sure it stays that way by writing as much porn as you possibly can. To help you (and you know, those of us in a fic challenge with a due date of Sunday--you know who you are), I'm going to give us all not one, but two extra days.

Yes, you heard it right! The deadline for Round Four is (roughly) midnight of Wednesday, June 18.

Because the prompt list is so long, I'm splitting it. This is the characters, numbers and A-H post. The I-R post is here and the S-Z and Crossover post is here.

You must put the prompt in the subject header of your comment. If the prompt is too long, name the fandom and pairing and as much of the rest as you can. (This is so that at the end of the round, we can make a link back to your fic on the final Master List.)

Please check the list over and drop me a line on the prompt post if I missed your prompts. Also please note, [info]briar_pipe was kind enough to give me a list of some of the full names of the various anime/manga prompts. So if you used an abbreviation, your prompt may look a little different. I did make a few other changes involving abbreviations, Roman numerals and the word "the", so please check both lists before you ask me to repost a prompt. Spelling mistakes and the order of the names in a pairing/moresome were not changed so, to use SGA as an example, make sure you look for John/Rodney and Rodney/John.



.hack//G.U., Haseo/Endrance, "what I should have been embracing".hack//G.U., Shino/Atoli, "someone to ease your wounded heart"

.hack//Legend of the Twilight, Balmung/Reki, "overworked"
.hack//Legend of the Twilight, Reki/Magi, "what it means to serve someone"
.hack//Legend, Reki/Balmung, "trust me"
.hack//Legend, Reki/Kamui, meeting outside the game

.hack//Sign, Balmung/Kite, "flying without wings"
.hack//Sign, Tsukasa/Elk, "a meeting that would have been impossible"
.hack//Sign, Tsukasa/Sora, "a PK gone wrong"

1776, Jefferson/Adams, hot as hell
1776, Jefferson/Adams, indecision

28 Days Later, Hannah/Selena/Jim. Hell. Hello.
28 Days Later, Jim/Major Henry West. “I would have taken care of you.”

3:10 To Yuma Ben/Dan/Charlie watching you watching him
3:10 To Yuma Ben/Jackson/Charlie Surprise on top
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, sunburn
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, faithfulness
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan/Charlie, negotiations
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Will, taking Dan's place
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Jackson, mismatched
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Will, forming a new gang
3:10 to Yuma, Dan/Ben, cleanliness
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, too much
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, distracted
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, injury
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, fearless
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, outdoors
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, disguise
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, Yuma prison
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, swimming hole
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, compromising situation
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Charlie, modern day AU/organized crime
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Jackson, protective
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Jackson, mannerisms
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Jackson, tease/teasing
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan/Charlie, "Well, that's interesting."

A-Team, B.A./Hannibal, bad ideas
A-Team, Face/Murdock, howling at the moon

Ace Attorney, Apollo/Klavier, that old time rock and roll
Ace Attorney, Daryan/Klavier, you're the boy with all the leather hips / stick hands, sticky hips / stubble on my sticky lips
Ace Attorney, Godot/Phoenix, bitter kisses
Ace Attorney, Krstoph/Klavier, under control
Ace Attorney, Phoenix/Miles, have you been working out?

After School Nightmare, Ichijo/Kureha: Their night together.
After School Nightmare, Mashiro/Kureha, graduate
After School Nightmare, Mashiro/Sou, beyond
After School Nightmare, Mashiro/Sou, crossdressing

Air Gear, Ikki/Kazu, rock of ages
Air Gear, Nike/Simca, we praise the fallen.
Air Gear, Spitfire/Nue, not a child
Air Gear, Spitfire/Sano/Kazu, "it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire"

Akagi, Akagi/Ichikawa, trickster kitsune au
Akagi, Akagi/Ichikawa, two sides of the same coin
Akagi, Akagi/Nangou, a learning experience
Akagi, Akagi/Washizu, cunning plans
Akagi, Akagi/Yasouka, scars
Akagi, Akagi/Yasuoka, a deal's a deal
Akagi, Akagi/Yukio, "Hell no!"
Akagi, Akagi/Yukio, leer
Akagi, Akagi/Yukio, like looking in a mirror
Akagi, Ichikawa/Akagi, slight misgivings
Akagi, Yasuoka/Nangou, when the kids are away...
Akagi, Yasuoka/Yukio, paying back your debts
Akagi, young Washizu/young Ichikawa, in uniform
Akagi, young!Washizu/young!Ichikawa, seen too much

Alexander the Great, Hephaistion/Alexander, teasing

Alias, Jack/Will, ashes
Alias, Sark/Rachel, chance meeting
Alias, Tom/Sydney, habit
Alias, Tom/Sydney, listening devices
Alias, Tom/Sydney, undercover

All the Pretty Horses (bookverse), John Grady Cole/Lacey Rawlins, crossing the Rio Grande

Amatsuki, Ginshu/Bonten, sunbathing
Amatsuki, Ginshu/Hiwa, the question game
Amatsuki, Ginshu/Hiwa, the scent of summer
Amatsuki, Heihachi/Tsuyukusa, babysitting
Amatsuki, Heihachi/Tsuyukusa, cultural differences
Amatsuki, Heihachi/Tsuyukusa, pollination
Amatsuki, Heihachi/Utsubushi/Kurotobi, "so how about that dinner?"
Amatsuki, Kurotobi/Toki, just another one of those things
Amatsuki, Utsubushi/Toki, not as strange as it would seem
Amatsuki: Kon, Kuchiha, bark worse then bite.

Angel Sanctuary: Setsuna/Sara, the biggest sin

Animaniacs, Pinky/Brain, "the same thing we do every night, Pinky...."

Atsu-hime, Iesada/Atsu, eccentricity, my hibachi, my senbei, and my wife
Atsu-hime, Naogoro/Atsu, "For you, I'll become the best man in Japan!"
Atsu-hime, Naogoro/Chika, "I'll take care of you just like I was asked to."

Avatar: The Last Airbender, Aang/Zuko, fire-dancing
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Aang/Zuko, teaching him a more upbeat attitude :D
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Aang/Zuko/Katara, "cmon guys, can't you even get along when we're all naked?"
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula/Ty Lee, losing her center
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula/Ty Lee/Mai, prison sex
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula/Zuko, Azula lies to the end
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula/Zuko, I need you brother
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, Jet/Katara/Zuko, Lee learns a lesson
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Katara/Aang, you are sixteen/going on seventeen
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Smellerbee/Toph, footsie
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Smellerbee/Toph, grooming secrets
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Toph, not what was expected
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Zuko, alliance
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Zuko, confused, “I don’t know anyone else like this.”
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Zuko, passion
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Zuko, snark and banter
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Suki/Sokka, battle skirts
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Toph/Katara, I think you're pretty...
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Toph/Katara, which is the better restraint, rock handcuffs or water handcuffs? Let's test it.
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Toph/Zuko, smile for once
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Ty Lee/Mai, close quarters
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Ty Lee/Mai, I spy...
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zuko/Jet, friendenemies
Avatar: The Last Airbender: The Last Airbender, Haru/Katara, "don't fall in love with a travelling girl: she'll leave you broken-hearted"

Babylon 5: Lyta/Kosh, mirror

Baccano!, Berga/Tick, they fight crime!
Baccano!, Claire (Vino)/Chane, The thrill is the chase
Baccano!, Claire/Chane, adrenaline junkie, pounding
Baccano!, Claire/Chane, knifeplay, learning her rhythms
Baccano!, Claire/Luck, acrobatics, circus tricks
Baccano!, Claire/Luck, first taste
Baccano!, Claire/Luck, it’s not about who’s in charge
Baccano!, Dallas/Eve, sizekink, little sister
Baccano!, Firo/Ennis, What else did he learn from Szilard?
Baccano!, Firo/Maiza, does this count as incest?/memory kink
Baccano!, Isaac/Miria, unexpected location
Baccano!, Jacuzzi/Nice, Getting the tattoo
Baccano!, Ladd/Lua, dissociation, she watches from a place outside herself
Baccano!, Ladd/Luck, How far can I push? How far will you let me? Let me under your skin.
Baccano!, Luck/Dallas, Give the kid a smack. Maybe then he'll learn.
Baccano!, Luck/Dallas, gunplay, keep coming back for more
Baccano!, Luck/Firo, A friendly game of cards
Baccano!, Luck/Maiza, kids these days have no sense of fashion or style
Baccano!, Maiza/Firo, No matter how long I go, when I turn around, there you are.
Baccano!, Nice/Jacuzzi, she has no trouble being bold
Baccano!, Rachel --> Claire/Chane, field observations (well, that wasn't going in her report to the Director)
Baccano, Claire/Luck, seasons don't fear the reaper
Baccano, Firo/Maiza, maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me
Baccano, Ronnie/Maiza, haunting your footsteps
Baccano, Sylvie/Rachel, not a normal girl

Banana Fish, Ash/Eiji, 3:00 AM
Banana Fish, Ash/Eiji, confession
Banana Fish, Ash/Eiji, discovery
Banana Fish, Ash/Eiji, first time
Banana Fish, Eiji/Sing, comfort

Batman Begins, Alfred/Lucius, a borrowed book
Batman Begins, Alfred/Lucius, newest tricks
Batman Begins, Batman/Gordon, water under the bridge
Batman Begins; Batman/Gordon; "I don't let just anyone drive the Batmobile"

Battle Athletes (OAV), Kris/Akari, shooting star
Battle Athletes (OAV), Kris/Anna/Akari, locker room
Battle Athletes (TV), Akari/Itchan, fireflies
Battle Athletes (TV), Jessie/Ayla, finish line
Battle Athletes (TV), Kris/Akari/Itchan, learning to share

Battlestar Galactica 2004, Adama/Roslin, roleplay, something out of a cheap mystery novel
Battlestar Galactica 2004, Baltar/Gaeta, prison, "nothing left of him"
Battlestar Galactica 2004, Baltar/Six, sensory deprivation, see only me
Battlestar Galactica 2004, Gaeta/Baltar, against a wall, I've been so disillusioned
Battlestar Galactica 2004, Kara/Leoben, bloodplay, trinkets
Battlestar Galactica 2004, Zarek/Lee, corruption, political animal
Battlestar Galactica, Adama/Tigh, devotion
Battlestar Galactica, Helo/Athena, dark night, red spine
Battlestar Galactica, Kara/Leoben, inspiration
Battlestar Galactica, Kara/Leoben, stigmata
Battlestar Galactica, Kara/Sam, as a raging fire
Battlestar Galactica, Kara/Sam, booty call
Battlestar Galactica, Lee/Zarek, idealism
Battlestar Galactica, Tigh/Adama, never asked for a thing
Battlestar Galactica, Tigh/Six, guilt
Battlestar Galactica, Tigh/Six, shortcuts
Battlestar Galactica: Kara/Helo, paint smeared fingers
Battlestar Galactica: Kara/Sam/Lee, working it out
Battlestar Galactica; Kara/Leoben, river, fate, destiny


Big Band Theory, Walowitz/anyone, perpetual motion machine
Big Bang Theory, Leonard/Penny, more than one kind of love
Big Bang Theory, Leonard/Sheldon, "How does he have any friends?" "Well, we liked Leonard..."

Bijou, Garnet and Guards, zombie apocalypse

Bleach, Aizen/Gin, but he talks like a gentleman / like you imagined when you were young
Bleach, Aizen/Gin, zombie apocalypse, "Well, that wasn't in the plan."
Bleach, Aizen/Urahara, Half an hour until the end of the world
Bleach, Byakuya/Renji, in the office
Bleach, Byakuya/Renji, loyalty, anything for the Captain
Bleach, Byakuya/Renji, negotiating the texture of his skin
Bleach, Byakuya/Renji, The other duty of a vice-captain
Bleach, Byakuya/Renji, the sum of a thousand regrets
Bleach, Byakuya/Rukia, duties, helpfully fulfilling Rukia’s duties while she’s on a mission
Bleach, Byakuya/Rukia, indecent thoughts, she looks so similar to her sister
Bleach, Byakuya/Rukia, Let me take you to another place/Where nothing ever seems to matter
Bleach, Gotei 13, zombie apocalypse
Bleach, Grimmjow/Ichigo ; spanking
Bleach, Grimmjow/Ichigo, "Got you, Shinigami!"
Bleach, Grimmjow/Ichigo, heat of the battle
Bleach, Grimmjow/Il Forte ; control
Bleach, Hirako/Urahara, a little more is not enough
Bleach, Hirako/Urahara, fickle visions
Bleach, Ichigo/Chad, Zombie apocalypse
Bleach, Ichigo/Everyone He's Fought/Ichigo, Ichigo's harem of semes
Bleach, Ichigo/Renji, sweat
Bleach, Ichigo/Uryuu ; Chinese take-out
Bleach, Ikkaku/Yumichika, after battle sex
Bleach, Ishida/Ichigo, Destiny didn't have such a simple plan/I was just a girl and you a young man
Bleach, Kaien (Aaroniero Arruruerie?)/Rukia, How could age define/Something so divine/Can this even be real or just exist in my mind
Bleach, Kensei/Shuuhei, second meeting
Bleach, Kensei/Shuuhei, world of make believe
Bleach, Lisa/Nanao, by the book
Bleach, Renji/Byakuya, Byakuya's desk
Bleach, Renji/Byakuya, this time I win
Bleach, Renji/Ichigo, sleepover, spending the night at the Kurosaki household
Bleach, Renji/Ishida, heroes
Bleach, Renji/Rukia, her delicateness hides one of the strongest women he’s ever known
Bleach, Rukia/(Renji/Ichigo/Orihime), "Let me show you my collection; My collection, let me show you it."
Bleach, Rukia/Orihime, grooming as foreplay/a sign of affection
Bleach, Ryuuken/Uryuu ; medical fetish
Bleach, Shinji/Aizen, getting too close
Bleach, Shunsui/Lisa/Nanao, someone has to be in charge
Bleach, Shunsui/Nanao(/Lisa), memories, "all that you can't leave behind"
Bleach, Shunsui/Nanao, not a replacement
Bleach, Shunsui/Nanao, paperwork
Bleach, Shunsui/Ukitake, naps in patches of sunbeams
Bleach, Shunsui/Ukitake, the beautiful ones
Bleach, Shunsui/Ukitake, your breath hot upon my cheek
Bleach, Tatsuki/Orihime, welcome home
Bleach, Ukitake/Unohana, playing doctor
Bleach, Urahara/Ishida, stitches
Bleach, Urahara/Yoruichi, she may be a cat but he's no mouse
Bleach, Yoruichi/Byakuya ; teaching
Bleach, Yoruichi/Soifon ; first time
Bleach, Yoruichi/Urahara, "Another of your experiments?"
Bleach, Yoruichi/Urahara, unshakeable
Bleach, Yoruichi/Urahara/Soi Fong, I want to watch the two of you
Bleach, Yumichika/ Ikkaku, fight!sex, "give me your best shot"
Bleach, Zaraki/Byakuya, games, “Don’t toy with me.”
Bleach: Ishida/Szayel, ~*~magnificent weapons~*~
Bleach: Nemu/anyone, free will
Bleach: Noitora/Nel, sand
Bleach: Noitora/Tesla, you'll do
Bleach: Renji/Rukia, size difference
Bleach: Shinji/Hiyori, listening to music

Bones: Temperance/Cam, Competition, A wager over stale coffee.

Boondock Saints, Connor/Murphy, amputation
Boondock Saints, Connor/Murphy, rope burns
Boondock Saints, Murphy/Connor, my brother

Bourne Identity, Bourne/Maria, do you think they'll find us in Fiji?
Bourne Identity, Bourne/Nikki, be absolutely silent
Bourne Identity, Bourne/Nikki, stress relief
Bourne Identity, Bourne/Nikki, training days

Brave New World, Helmholtz/Bernard, different
Brave New World, Helmholtz/Bernard, exile

Breakfast Club, Brian/John, collar
Breakfast Club, Brian/John, crawling
Breakfast Club, Brian/John, daytime
Breakfast Club, Brian/John, strange alliances

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Andrew/Spike, geeks
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Andrew/Xander, few
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel/Buffy, mutual masturbation
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel/Spike/Buffy, asserting dominance
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angelus/Buffy, devotion
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angelus/Spike, eternity
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy/anybody, prisoner
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/anyone, break
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Angel, touch
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Buffy, talking during sex
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander, awkward
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander, blond jokes
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander, toys
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Xander/Spike, guilty

Buraiden Gai, solo Gai, tasers
Buraiden Gai, solo Gai, uniform kink

Burn Notice, Michael/Nate, backseat
Burn Notice, Michael/Sam, smoke signals
Burn Notice, Michael/Sam/Fiona, aphrodisiac

Burst Angel, Jo/Meg, this is definitely better than watching a zombie flick

Bus Gamer, Toki/Saito, intoxication

Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yue, wing!kink
Cardcaptor Sakura: Nakuru/Yukito, falling asleep
Cardcaptor Sakura: Touya/Yukito, something I have to tell you

Carnivale, Brother Justin/Iris/Tommy Dolan: When you get in bed with the devil sooner or later you have to fuck.

Casino Royale, Bond/M, easier the second time

Castlevania Lament of Innocence, Mathias/Leon, This is how you made my heart a hunter
Castlevania, Ricter/Alucard, trust, “You need to feed and I’m here so just do it already.”


Chrono Crusade: Chrno/Rosette, all about us

Clamp Campus Detectives, Nokoru/Suoh, futurefic, "can't seduce your best friend like you would a lady"

Claymore, Clare/Jean, keeping your sanity
Claymore: Clare/Jean, monsters
Claymore: Galatea/anyone, armor
Claymore: Teresa/anyone, unwavering calm

Click, Jinhoo/Joonha, forever
Click, Jinhoo/Joonha/Taehyun, guys
Click, Joonha/Taehyun, possessive

Clover, Gingetsu/Ran, window
Clover, Kazuhiko/Oruha, string of pearls
Clover, Oruha/Suu, wings

Code Geass, Clovis/Lelouch, the artist and his (nude) subject
Code Geass, Kaguya/Lelouch, some day my prince will come for me
Code Geass, Kallen/C.C., food fight
Code Geass, Lelouch/Rolo, in the privacy of our home
Code Geass, Lelouche/Kallen, deception/blindfold
Code Geass, Marianne/Cornelia, teach me everything you know
Code Geass, Suzaku/Lelouch, interrogation
Code Geass, Suzaku/Lelouch, tutor me in English/Japanese
Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebllion R2, CC/Kallen, "It's all going to your hips"

Cowboy Bebop, Fay/Spike, some people are always reachin' for some things that they don't need
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, screen
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Julia, watch
Cowboy Bebop, Vicious/Gren, between the bomb shells

D. Gray-man, Kanda/Lavi/Allen, You'll never be alone again.
D. Gray Man, Millennium Earl/Tiki, pet
D. Gray Man, Millennium Earl/Tiki, pet
D.Gray-man, Rabi/Tiki, A moment of devotion
D.Gray-man, Sheryl/Road, daughter
D.Gray-man, Tyki Mikk/Kanda Yu, Swallow your hatred and give yourself to me -

Dark-Hunter (Sherrilyn Kenyon books), Nick/Ash, forgiveness
Dark-Hunter (Sherrilyn Kenyon books), Nick/Ash, Mardi Gras
Dark-Hunter (Sherrilyn Kenyon books), Nick/Ash, tattoos

DC Comics, Bart Allen/Bruce Wayne, sex pollen
DC Comics, Bart Allen/Dick Grayson, unique
DC Comics, Bart Allen/Kon-El, resurrection
DC comics, Bart Allen/Tim Drake, shallow, "I'm getting much better!"
DC Comics, Bart Allen/Tim Drake/Kon-El, triad
DC Comics, Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)/Booster Gold, red
DC comics, Brainiac 5/Barbara Gordon, meeting of the minds
DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, after a fight
DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, costume fitting
DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Tim Drake, never without a mask
DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Tim Drake, restraints
DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Tim Drake/Kon-El, one walking in on the other two
DC comics, Cassandra Cain/Mia Dearden, catch me if you can
DC comics, Catwoman/Spoiler (Selina Kyle/Stephanie Brown), return, "Gotham, she fucks you up"
DC Comics, Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, ward
DC comics, Dick Grayson/Kon-El, forgiven
DC comics, Fire/Ice/Guy Gardner, reunion!
DC comics, Jason Todd/Bart Allen, caught off-guard
DC comics, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, long time no see
DC comics, Oliver Queen/Hal Jordan, avoiding the topic
DC comics, Renee Montoya/Helena Bertinelli, irreplaceable
DC comics, Renee Montoya/Kate Spencer, the mask gives them a freedom the law could never allow
DC comics, Roy Harper/Bart Allen, all grown up
DC comics, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, rough trade
DC Comics, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, comfort in the dark
DC comics, Superman/Batman, amnesia
DC comics, Superman/Robin, whenever, wherever
DC Comics, Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne, what makes him special
DC Comics, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, process

Death Note, Gevanni/Near, as simple as
Death Note, L/Misa, forbidden fruit
Death Note, Light/L, food kink
Death Note, Light/L, love/hate relationship
Death Note, Light/L, surveillance
Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already?
Death Note, Light/Misa/L, analysis
Death Note, Matsuda/Near, cling

Detective Academy Q, Dan/King Hades, opposing natures
Detective Academy Q, Ryu/Keroberos, "but let me serve you, my prince"
Detective Academy Q, Ryu/Kyu, there are monsters in the dark, but not with you.

Detective Conan, Shinichi/Heiji, phone sex, voice-changing bowtie

Devil May Cry, Dante/Nero, Advantages "I've been around the block more than once, kid."
Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil, Lie to me
Devil May Cry, Gloria/Nero, Commitment is all well and good, but you can relax every once in a while
Devil May Cry, Nero/Kyrie, Devil Trigger, Trying something new

Dexter, Deborah/Lundy, video-chat
Dexter, Debra/Lundy, phone sex
Dexter, Dexter/Deborah, visceral
Dexter, Dexter/Rudy, winning is losing

Digimon, Daisuke/Ken, rainy season

Digital Devil Saga 2, Argilla/Jinana, chan, the things that carry over
Digital Devil Saga 2, Heat solo, "He doesn't know if he wants men or women, and the being that comes to him behind closed eyelids doesn't seem to be either."
Digital Devil Saga, Angel/David, fetishization of intersex anatomy, "She's beautiful, is all."
Digital Devil Saga, Angel/Sera, dubcon, self-hatred
Digital Devil Saga, Any Embryon/Adil, Getting to know your new comrades
Digital Devil Saga, Argilla/Jinana "Your G-d shall be my G-d, your people my people..."
Digital Devil Saga, Argilla/Jinana "Your G-d shall be my G-d, your people my people..."
Digital Devil Saga, Argilla/Jinana, rain, water sliding over skin
Digital Devil Saga, Cielo(Dyaus)/Gale, demon form/Human form, show of loyalty
Digital Devil Saga, embryon, sex without understanding of emotional underpinnings, group exploration
Digital Devil Saga, gale/cielo, multiple orgasms, "Still not there yet, eh brudda?"
Digital Devil Saga, Gale/Roland, shared fantasies, honor (and him)
Digital Devil Saga, Gale/serph, berserk form
Digital Devil Saga, Heat solo, portraits of the princess and the good prince
Digital Devil Saga, Heat/Sera, blood, don't want to hurt you, just want you to see
Digital Devil Saga, Heat/Seraph, reverence, the body is the garden of the soul
Digital Devil Saga, Heat/Serph, D/s, leader
Digital Devil Saga, Lupa/Gale, burn wounds
Digital Devil Saga, Lupa/Gale, the AU where Lupa doesn't die
Digital Devil Saga, Roland/Adil, Counting down the time we have left
Digital Devil Saga, Roland/Argilla, ink, unfinished novels
Digital Devil Saga, Roland/Embryon, initiation

Dinosaur Comics, cast, zombie apocalypse
Dinosaur Comics, God/The Devil, DON'T WORRY THEY CAN'T HEAR US

Dirty Harry, Harry/Chico, so that's why they call you Dirty Harry

Dirty Pair: Kei/Yuri; Boys only know one trick.

Discworld, Mal/Polly, seducing young, blonde virgins
Discworld, Maladicta/Polly, winter just wasn't my season
Discworld, Polly/Mal, we will soldier on
Discworld, Vetinari/Vimes, out-maneuvered

Doctor Who, Nine/Jack. Asexual meets omnisexual.
Doctor Who, Ten/Jack, punnage of Jack's immortality and the term 'little death'
Doctor Who, The Master/Ten, say my name again
Doctor Who: Nine/Rose, the doctor dances/what's a day off without aliens trying to kill you/the tea made me do it or five reasons why things that looks like tea in the Tardis kitchen aren't

Dogs, Bishop/Haine, truth
Dogs, Haine/Badou, do not envy the sinners
Dogs, Haine/Badou, heartbeat
Dogs, Haine/Badou, we celebrate the death


Dragon Quest VIII, Angelo/Marcello, "Why are you still here?"
Dragonquest VIII: Eight/Marcello, a path to something

Eastern Promises, Kirill/Nikolai, my captain
Eastern Promises, Kirill/Nikolai, New Year
Eastern Promises, Kirill/Nikolai, who's that girl

Empire Records, Mark/Lucas, after hours

Entourage, Ari/Mrs. Ari, domesticity
Entourage, Eric/Ari, negotiations
Entourage, Vince/Eric, Maserati
Entourage, Vince/Eric, new hairstyle
Entourage, Vince/Eric, public sex
Entourage, Vince/Eric, shotgunning pot smoke
Entourage, Vince/Mandy Moore, America's sweetheart
Entourage, Vince/Mandy Moore, pink

Ergo Proxy, Daedalus/Raul, hatesex, Daedalus as a proxy for Vincent
Ergo Proxy, Ergo Proxy/Monad: Creation myth.
Ergo Proxy, Ergo Proxy/Proxy One: Pieces of a violent puzzle.
Ergo Proxy, Ergo Proxy/Re-L: T'was beauty killed the beast.
Ergo Proxy, Iggy --> Re-l, supression protocals
Ergo Proxy, Raul/Daedalus: "Sloppy workmanship will not save time."
Ergo Proxy, Re-l/Vincent, the morning after
Ergo Proxy, Vincent/self, is this a waking dream?

Eyeshield 21, Hiruma/Kid, dreams
Eyeshield 21, Hiruma/Mamori, idiosyncrasy
Eyeshield 21, Sakuraba/Shin, saggitarius
Eyeshield 21, Shin/Sena, competition
Eyeshield 21: Hiruma/Mamori, after training/devil's grin/all according to plan
Eyeshield 21: Shin/Sena, the smell of fresh grass.
Eyeshield21, Hiruma/Mamori, good hands
Eyeshield21, Shin/Sena, size differences

Fake News, "Stephen"/John Oliver, luggage
Fake News, "Stephen"/Jon Stewart, "That man is a sexual predator."
Fake News, "Stephen"/Tad the building manager, tumbling

Farscape, John/Aeryn, rage and ghosts
Farscape, John/Harvey, mimicry is a form of possession
Farscape, John/Scorpius, destiny
Farscape, Scorpius/Aeryn, understanding
Farscape, Scorpius/Sikozu, mutual intelligibility

Final Fantasy Chrystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates, Alhanalem/Meeth, "sexu-AL"
Final Fantasy Tactics, Agrias/Mustadio, Mustadio tried very hard sometimes to be dashing
Final Fantasy Tactics, Agrias/Orlandu, sword play, a sparing match turns into flirting/seduction.
Final Fantasy Tactics, Agrias/Ovelia, first (only?) time, teaching her a woman's pleasure
Final Fantasy Tactics, Agrias/Ramza, "don't think about him"
Final Fantasy Tactics, Algus/Delita, wet dream, he wakes up feeling a little dirty inside.
Final Fantasy Tactics, Delita/Olan, things struck from the record of history
Final Fantasy Tactics, Delita/Orran, hatesex, dissociating
Final Fantasy Tactics, Delita/Ramza, "after so long that's all you have to say?"
Final Fantasy Tactics, Delita/Ramza, first time, not so naive as once thought.
Final Fantasy Tactics, Mustadio/Agrias, "be mine"
Final Fantasy Tactics, Mustadio/Ovelia, the streets of Goug, "Slumming, princess?"
Final Fantasy Tactics, Orran/Balmafula, semi-public, taking advantage of her silence but not of her
Final Fantasy Tactics, Ramza/Mustadio, "help me forget"
Final Fantasy Tactics, Ramza/Mustadio, more than simple camaraderie
Final Fantasy Tactics, Ramza/Rapha, dark and mysterious, lithe and unknown

Final Fantasy IV, Edge/Rydia, not afraid of fire
Final Fantasy IV, Kain/Barbariccia, xenokink, three long fingers and nothing else
Final Fantasy IV, Kain/Edge, Weaknesses

Final Fantasy V, Bartz/Faris, pirates' dances

Final Fantasy VI, Celes/Setzer, odds against us
Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Locke, "Just don't think of her"
Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Sabin, Welcome home
Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Terra, the tools of love
Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes, "it was his turn to be bound"
Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes, treasures inside the cave
Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Edgar, slight change of plan
Final Fantasy VI, Sabin/Celes, ruined world
Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Celes, the unseen scars
Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Celes/Locke, a night at the opera
Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Edgar, engine grease

Final Fantasy VII, (Rufus/Tseng/Rude/Reno)/Elena, gangbang, nothing left to prove
Final Fantasy VII, (Rufus/Tseng/Rude/Reno)/Elena, gangbang, nothing left to prove
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Elena, "I'll tell you all about him"
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth, sensuality, "Remedial lessons in how to be alive."
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while"
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while"
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, bathhouse sex
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, shopping time (try this on, now take it off)
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Yuffie, girl time
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Zack/Cloud, genderswitch, She could dominate them like this
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Zack/Cloud/Sephiroth, pregnancy!sex (or fetishization of a pregnant body)
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Genesis/Sephiroth, Training in the nude.
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Vincent, wings, "Time to get up old man"
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Zack, The harder they fall
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Zack/Cloud, hurt/comfort, When hopes and dreams are far away
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Zack/Cloud, Lifestream sex
Final Fantasy VII, any/Vincent, "and yea, the devils were numbered and counted, and there were none to be found."
Final Fantasy VII, any/Vincent, "and yea, the devils were numbered and counted, and there were none to be found."

Final Fantasy VII, AVALANCHE, zombie apocalypse
Final Fantasy VII, Chaos!Vincent/Cloud, xenokink, he was fascinated by the unexpected strength
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent (or any FF7 pairing preferred by author/artist), domesticity, frilly apron
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent, first thing in the morning
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Yuffie, Tea Ceremony
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Reno, Compensation
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, "She could understand the facination with tentacles now."
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, battlefield sex (with a rain of bullets overhead)
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, don't stop what you're doing just because I'm doing you
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, I won't stop what I'm doing just because you're doing me (but by all means go on)
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, like the poppy field, except it's sex pollen (do we want to reach the other side?)
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, sex in public/semipublic places
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, violence
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, we found a fountain of fun... and the fun kept making us thirsty
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa/Zack, sharing
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa/Zack/Aeris, like the poppy field, except it's sex pollen (do we want to reach the other side?)
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tseng, "The clothes make the man."
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Zack, Size Issues. "Uh...I don't think it'll fit."
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Zack/Sephiroth, Following Orders. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir!"
Final Fantasy VII, demon!Vincent/Cloud, marking territory
Final Fantasy VII, Elena/AU Girl!Tseng, wutain customs
Final Fantasy VII, Elena/AU Girl!Tseng, wutain customs
Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Reno, cunnilingus, quick and dirty
Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Reno, cunnilingus, quick and dirty
Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Rufus, she may be a woman, but first she’s a turk. (He finds he rather likes that.)
Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Rufus, she may be a woman, but first she’s a turk. (He finds he rather likes that.)
Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Scarlet, "Who said anything about fighting fair?"
Final Fantasy VII, Genesis/Angeal/Sephiroth, Breath
Final Fantasy VII, Genesis/Cloud, Watching
Final Fantasy VII, Genesis/Sephiroth, "Not half so happy in heaven"
Final Fantasy VII, Genesis/Sephiroth, annoyance, "I will make you see sense."
Final Fantasy VII, Hojo/Vincent, Xenokink
Final Fantasy VII, Lazard/Zack, advice
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Cloud, "Special delivery, babe."
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Elena, it's better than nothing
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Vincent, Tentacles, "And this is what I get for helping people yo."
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Elena, tumbling
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Tifa, crush
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Cloud, daddy themes
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Cloud, quasi-incest
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Reno, claustrophobia
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Reno, gunplay
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Scarlet, the president's desk
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Tseng, Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do/I'm hopelessly devoted to you
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Tseng/Vincent, Authority Issues
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/TURKS, zombie apocalypse
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Angeal/Genesis, Mine's bigger than yours
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, "My true love hath my heart, and I have his"
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, bondage, tying the puppet up with his own strings
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, crossdressing, "Dance with me."
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, D/S, "What will you do for your God?"
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, size differences, He was just so much larger
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human."
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack, bondageless possession
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, anthro, bird tails are for sex
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, underage sex, illicit
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, zombie apocalypse
Final Fantasy VII, SOLDIER/Turks, staff party
Final Fantasy VII, SOLDIER/Turks, tug-o-war
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Aeris, our own comfort
Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Elena/Reno, the way they egg each other on
Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Elena/Reno, the way they egg each other on
Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Zack, Finding you in the land of the lost
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/anyone, Hunger consumes
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cid, Compass
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cid, heat
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, "Take my piece of mind and sign my name across your heart."
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, bondage, playing with the broken strings
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, no crowd.
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, redeeming sins
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, toxicity.
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Scarlet, blood and wine
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Aeris(/Sephiroth/Cloud), Is it any wonder we find ourselves laughing / with your tongue at my lips and my hands in your hair?
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Aeris, don't stop what you're doing just because I'm doing you
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Aeris, I won't stop what I'm doing just because you're doing me (but by all means go on)
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Aeris, like the poppy field, except it's sex pollen (do we want to reach the other side?)
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Any(All), collection, they were His People
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, ressurection, He didn't care about how or why, but he'd take what happiness he could
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, sharing a house, a bed... and a brain
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, sharing a house... and a bed
Final Fantasy VII: Aeris/Cissnei, tentacles, You shouldn't be giving away my secrets.
Final Fantasy VII: Angeal/Zack, dog tags, What they mean
Final Fantasy VII: Angeal/Zack/Sephiroth, desksex, If he liked it this way, who where they to argue?
Final Fantasy VII: Cloud/Marlene/Denzel, claiming, Not sure how it happened, but it had.
Final Fantasy VII: Cloud/Tifa, finally/after the bar closes
Final Fantasy VII: Reno/Rude; Replacements.
Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Any, drugged/dub-con, It was so easy when he was like this
Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Any, Noise, He liked to hear them.
Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack, domination, With just my voice and my body
Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar, They were his pets, and nobody else would touch them.
Final Fantasy VII: Shin-Ra military, dress uniforms, actually looked good all cleaned up and in decent clothing.
Final Fantasy VII: Tseng/Cissnei; Sanity is a precious thing.
Final Fantasy VII: Tseng/Rude/Reno; Blame it on the quiet ones.
Final Fantasy VII: Tseng/Rufus; Sins of the father.
Final Fantasy VII: Vincent/Nanaki, xeno
Final Fantasy VII: Zack/Aeris, oral sex, She’s not ready to go all the way, but she enjoys this.
Final Fantasy VII: Zack/Anyone, Phone sex, Just because

Final Fantasy VIII, Fuujin/Seifer, sorceress' knight
Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Quistis, the broad side of a barn
Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Seifer/Zell, Zell in the middle
Final fantasy VIII, Irvine/Squall, weapon maintenance, Squall enjoys watching Irvine’s hands
Final Fantasy VIII, Laguna/Kiros, something to pass the time
Final Fantasy VIII, Laguna/Raine, the end of the day
Final Fantasy VIII, Laguna/Squall, Esthar technology
Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Zell, paperwork
Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Fuujin/Raijin, the fantastic adventures of the disciplinary committee
Final fantasy VIII, Seifer/Squall, readiness, SeeDs need to be ready for anything
Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Squall, who is really winning?
Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Zell, forgiveness
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Seifer, Hope for the hopeless
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Seifer, World War III
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Zell, didn't see what was always there
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Zell, let go
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Zell, unarmed combat
Final Fantasy VIII, Zell/Irvine, hidden tattoos
Final Fantasy VIII, Zell/Laguna, Curiosity, "So, I've heard a lot about you but..."
Final Fantasy VIII: Laguna/Squall, Incest, If this was the only way his son would let him close….

Final Fantasy IX, Beatrix/Garnet, Save the Queen
Final Fantasy IX, Beatrix/Lani, bloodplay; jealousy
Final Fantasy IX, Blank/Marcus, that's not in the script!
Final Fantasy IX, Freya/Beatrix, anger, "You inspired him to go"
Final Fantasy IX, Kuja/Amarant, power plays
Final Fantasy IX, Marcus/Beatrix, unlikely dance partners
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Blank, dubious tastes even for the theatre
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Blank, friendly rivalry
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Blank, Hero's reward
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet, "I was the pirate / she was the queen ... the best there's ever been"
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet, after the curtain call
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet, punishment for naughty thieves
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet, she liked to learn new things

Final Fantasy X, Auron/Braska, trust, Braska practices his healing magic on his newly appointed guardian
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Braska/Jecht, "the trail we blaze"
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Lulu, none for me, thanks, I'm driving.
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Lulu, too many belts
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Tidus, When they reach that age, they always have questions
Final Fantasy X, Braska/Auron, In our youths, our hearts were touched with fire.
Final Fantasy X, Braska/Auron/Jecht, You never call me up/When I'm alone at night/What can this poor boy do/When he's hopelessly in love with you?
Final Fantasy X, Isaaru/Maroda, a summoner's burdens
Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Braska, Al Bhed, teaching Jecht a new language
Final Fantasy X, Kimahri/Rikku, outdoor sex
Final Fantasy X, Rin/Auron, good old fashioned hospitality
Final Fantasy X, Seymour/Yuna, long fingers
Final Fantasy X, Shuyin/Tidus, "memory of me"
Final Fantasy X, Yuna/Shiva, cold fingers

Final Fantasy X-2, Gippal/Baralai, engine oil.
Final Fantasy X-2, Gippal/Baralai, with Baralai's damned coat, every inch of skin is a victory
Final Fantasy X-2, Gippal/Yuna, never been so close to someone famous
Final Fantasy X-2, Gippal/Yuna, there's no rule against having fun
Final Fantasy X-2, Seymour/Baralai, Baralai learned many things about deceit
Final Fantasy X-2: Gippal/Rikku, after all these years/jealousy

Final Fantasy XII, Al-Cid/Ashe/Balthier, sharing is caring
Final Fantasy XII, Ashe/Basch, come in from the rain
Final Fantasy XII, Ashe/Vayne, "Anything for my kingdom"
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, fingertip by fingertip
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, fisting
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, free rein
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, luxury
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Fran, "If a dungeon’s waiting for us at the end of the night, it had best have a change of wardrobe."
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Fran, bandages
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Fran, she likes the sound of his voice
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Penelo, age of majority
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Strahl, Compensation
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vaan, a pirate's life for me
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vaan, asleep
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vaan, first time
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vaan, smart mouth
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vaan/Fran, lingerie; genderfuck; voyeurism
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vossler, manly lotions and exfoliation
Final Fantasy XII, Basch à Fran, beauty
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Ashe, between a rock and a hard place
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier, desperation
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier, locked away
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier, luxury
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier, twilight-"Let the evening in the back door, fill the room, ceiling to the floor."
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier, water
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier, wax
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier/Fran/Vossler, nothing like pirates to enliven a party
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Fran, in the Wood
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Fran, in the Wood
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Fran, relax
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Gabranth, When we grow up we'll both be soldiers / And our horses will not be toys / And I wonder if we'll remember / When we were two little boys
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vaan, healing old wounds
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vaan, touch and be touched
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vaan, training
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vaan/Balthier, never close enough
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vossler, "What will you do? Hold me here in chains?"
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vossler, let go
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vossler, let go
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vossler, muscle memory
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vossler, on your knees
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vossler, The Soldier's Bedding
Final Fantasy XII, Cid/Venat, rhythms of poetry
Final Fantasy XII, Dr. Cid/Al-Cid, inevitable
Final Fantasy XII, Dr. Cid/Venat/Vayne, reaching a political understanding
Final Fantasy XII, Drace/Ashe, diplomatic relations
Final Fantasy XII, Drace/Ashe, lessons in life
Final Fantasy XII, Drace/Elza, women in male-dominated professions
Final Fantasy XII, Drace/Zargabaath, it's probably not supposed to work like this
Final Fantasy XII, Drace/Zargabaath, pegging
Final Fantasy XII, Exodus the Judge-Sal/Gabranth, judgment
Final Fantasy XII, Fran à Balthier, voyeurism
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, "Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to."
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, "Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to."
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, familiarity in extremity
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, ice
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, on the study of hume anatomy
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, pushing a limit
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, taste, touch, smell
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier/Basch, pursuing a mark
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Reddas, sacrifice
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Vossler, comfortable
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Vossler, ease
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Vossler, hunting partners
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Vossler/Basch, voyeurism
Final Fantasy XII, Gabranth/Balthier, grudgefuck
Final Fantasy XII, Gabranth/Balthier, Identity Crisis
Final Fantasy XII, Gabranth/Ffamran, "let's just consider it a fair trade"
Final Fantasy XII, Gabranth/Ffamran, he knows better
Final Fantasy XII, Judges Magister/Gabranth, induction
Final Fantasy XII, Judges Magister/Solidors (all at age of consent, plz), orgy as initiaion, "Oh dear Lord."
Final Fantasy XII, Larsa/Penelo, "Which will I be, the empress or the concubine?"
Final Fantasy XII, Mateus the Corrupt/Ashe, "be my shield against the gods"
Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/Balthier/Vaan, share and share alike
Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/Basch, accidents happen
Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/Basch, quietly in the night
Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/Basch, the benefits of being a sky pirate
Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/Vaan/Larsa, an Emperor's privilege
Final Fantasy XII, Rael/Kjrs, the malboro's poison is still receding
Final Fantasy XII, Reddas/Ashe, "just what would you give?"
Final Fantasy XII, Reddas/Ashe, sacrifice, "What are you willing to give?"
Final Fantasy XII, Reddas/Fran, in plain sight
Final Fantasy XII, Reddas/Vaan, so you want to be a pirate, boy?
Final Fantasy XII, Reddas/Zargabaath, fisting
Final Fantasy XII, Reddas/Zargabaath, fisting
Final Fantasy XII, Supinelu/Basch, relieving the burdens of leadership
Final Fantasy XII, Vayne/Ashe, the body politic
Final Fantasy XII, Vayne/Larsa, small but fierce, and therefore perfect
Final Fantasy XII, Vayne/Larsa, small but fierce, and therefore perfect
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Balthier, silence by necessity
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Balthier, we could do this without fighting
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Basch, breathplay
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Basch, intoxication
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Basch, leave time
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Basch, rigorous training
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Basch, stranger in a strange land
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Basch, unexpected chill
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Fran, held, not bound
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Fran, temperature play
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Gabranth, if you want blood (you got it)
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Ondore, convince me
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Penelo, thieving
Final Fantasy XII, Zargabaath/Basch, substitutes
Final Fantasy XII, Zargabaath/Ffamran, service
Final Fantasy XII, Zargabaath/Gabranth, earning it
Final Fantasy XII, Zargabaath/Reddas, wonder
Final Fantasy XII, Zargabaath/Reddas, wonder
Final Fantasy XII, Zargabaath/Zecht, role reversal
Final Fantasy XII, Zecht/Drace, AU wherein Drace flees before Vayne ascends to power, "Well, fancy seeing YOU here."
Final Fantasy XII, Zecht/Zargabaath, a bit of rough trade
Final Fantasy XII, Zecht/Zargabaath, intoxication
Final Fantasy XII, Zecht/Zargabaath, oral sex, first time
Final Fantasy XII: Drace/Ashe, Vampires, Bite to break the skin.
Final Fantasy XII: Fran/Balthier, Interspecies, It’s the differences
Final Fantasy XII: Fran/Vaan, Pornography, “Is this what you look at?”
Final Fantasy XII: Vossler/Ashe, Gangsters, A harmless foot massage.



Firefly, Badger/Simon, payment
Firefly, Jayne/Mal, loyalties
Firefly, Jayne/Simon, Companion
Firefly, Jayne/Simon, nipple clamps
Firefly, Jayne/Simon, pretty
Firefly, Jayne/Simon, primal, “You undo me.”
Firefly, Jayne/Simon, untouched
Firefly, Jayne/Simon/Mal, monsters
Firefly, Jayne/Simon/Mal, submissive
Firefly, Kaylee/Inara, silk dresses
Firefly, Mal/Inara, finally
Firefly, Mal/Inara, glare
Firefly, Mal/Jayne, break even
Firefly, Mal/Jayne, double dare
Firefly, Mal/River, marooned
Firefly, Mal/River/Simon, telepathy
Firefly, Mal/Simon, forget
Firefly, Mal/Simon, kissing
Firefly, Mal/Simon, shy
Firefly, River/Kaylee, sweetness
Firefly, Simon/Jayne, Rendezvous (noun) 1. an agreement between two or more persons to meet at a certain time and place; 2. a meeting of two or more spacecraft in outer space.
Firefly/Serenity, Inara/Kaylee. “Show me how you do that trick...” The Cure, Just Like Heaven.


Fruits Basket, Akito/Shigure, "Love seeketh not itself to please"
Fruits Basket, Hana/Kyo, voyeurism, sometimes being psychic has unexpected benefits
Fruits Basket, Hatsuharu/Momiji, Proper Instigation
Fruits Basket, Kyo/Tohru, Phantasm
Fruits Basket, Shigure/Ayame, Momentary conflict
Fruits Basket, Yuki/Machi, Snowdrops
Fruits Basket, Yuki/Tohru/Kyo, a delicate balance

Fullmetal Alchemist (manga), Greed!Ling/Ed, "We need to get you laid."
Fullmetal Alchemist (manga), Pride/Wrath, powerplay, "What Mother doesn't know."
Fullmetal Alchemist, Archer/Greed/Kimberly, taking back what's mine
Fullmetal Alchemist, Archer/Kimberly, orgasm denial
Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Roy, harder
Fullmetal Alchemist, Greed/Martel, morning sun
Fullmetal Alchemist, Hughes/Roy, brick by brick
Fullmetal Alchemist, Izumi/Sig, no wedding night jitters here
Fullmetal Alchemist, Kimberly/Archer, control
Fullmetal Alchemist, Kimberly/Hawkeye, what you can't see
Fullmetal Alchemist, Kimberly/Roy, pretty when you cry
Fullmetal Alchemist, Lust/Sloth, breaking in the new girl
Fullmetal Alchemist, Mei/Alphonse, Would you know me better if I stole your panda?
Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Ed, "It's a good thing you're such a bastard."
Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Riza, bulletproof
Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Riza, Roy wears the miniskirt
Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Tucker, blood in the water

Fushigi Yuugi, Nakago/Hotohori, diplomacy
Fushigi Yuugi, Nakago/Hotohori, prisoner of war
Fushigi Yuugi, Suzaku/Hotohori, divine visitation
Fushigi Yuugi, Suzaku/Seiryuu, kiss and make up
Fushigi Yuugi, Suzaku/Seiryuu, lovers’ tiff

Fuurin Kazan, Harunobu/Kansuke, heart is won by heart, loyalty
Fuurin Kazan, Kansuke/Mitsu, suddenly ready to settle down in this little town
Fuurin Kazan, Kansuke/Yuu, "You never be so cold to me as he is."

Gargoyles, Lexington/Alex, the thing about humans is they grow up so fast, magic humans doubly so
Gargoyles, Lexington/Stagheart, finding common ground
Gargoyles, Matt/Broadway, film noir
Gargoyles, Matt/Puck, "What's so great about the truth?"
Gargoyles, Owen/Xanatos, loyalty
Gargoyles, Puck/Owen, no one knows you better than you know yourself
Gargoyles, Puck/Xanatos, "I'll give you three wishes, but the first two don't count"
Gargoyles, Xanatos/Fox, scheming as foreplay
Gargoyles, Xanatos/Puck/Fox, what a wonderful time

Genjoumaden Saiyuki, Gojyo/Hakkai, ashes and lightning and that damn rain.

Get Backers, Akabane/Kagami, "bloody memories"
Get Backers, Ban/Ginji/Kazuki, "even naked he looks like a girl"
Get Backers, Kagami/Himiko, "somewhere along the line I started to really love you"
Getbackers, Akabane/MakubeX, An unusual package delivery
GetBackers, Ginji/Ban, make me fly
Getbackers, Kazuki/Juubei/Toshiki, an embarassment of riches.

Ghost in the Shell, Batou/Tachikoma, it's all part of being human (sort of)
Ghost in the Shell, Tachikoma/Tachikoma, less than three
Ghost in the Shell, Togusa/Laughing Man, the smell of books
Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex: The Laughing Man/Togusa: Cybersex? How cliché. But, if a body meet a body, coming through the rye...

Gintama, Sougo/Kagura, alcohol and the morning after
Gintama, Sougo/Kagura, dominance

Girl Genius, Gil/Agatha, love at first flight

Gladiators, Mayhem/Justice, fight!sex, when things get physical

Gokusen (manga): Shin/Kumiko, after school/in the classroom/as expected

Good Omens, Adam/Pepper, "Stop that right now, it's very distracting!"
Good Omens, Adam/Pepper, Couches, Closets and other things beginning with C.
Good Omens, Adam/Pepper, Doing something drastic
Good Omens, Adam/Pepper/Brian/Wensleydale, The last survivors.
Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, sexless but sensual
Good Omens, Brian/Wensleydale, Changing rooms.
Good Omens, Brian/Wensleydale, Drunkenness.
Good Omens, Brian/Wensleydale, Uniforms
Good Omens, War/Pepper, "In fields of red and autumn brown"
Good Omens, War/Pepper, "The breath of eternity on your lips"
Good Omens, War/Pepper, "The sky was falling and streaked with blood I heard you calling me"
Good Omens, War/Pepper, "we will set the world on fire"
Good Omens, War/Pepper, "Your burning wind fills my arms tonight"
Good Omens, War/Pepper, like a hurricane
Good Omens, War/Pepper, like fire on my skin
Good Omens: Crowly/Azirapheal; Blurring the lines.

Gossip Girl Serena/Blair, sleepovers
Gossip Girl, Blair/Chuck, "claws out, balls out, we're all gonna scream"
Gossip Girl, Blair/Chuck, float like a cannonball
Gossip Girl, Blair/Chuck, France
Gossip Girl, Blair/Chuck, fruity drinks with those little twirly umbrella things
Gossip Girl, Blair/Chuck, sex toys
Gossip Girl, Chuck/Nate, don't take off the scarf
Gossip Girl, Chuck/Nate, smoking pot
Gossip Girl, Chuck/Nate/girl, "the girl was superfluous, really"
Gossip Girl, Serena/Blair, who better than a best friend to teach you to kiss?
Gossip Girl, Serena/Nate, golden boy and golden girl
Gossip Girl, Serena/Nate, putting each other back together again

Grim Grimoire, Bartido/Hiram, "You take that back!"
Grim Grimoire, Bartido/Hiram, the fastest way to a solution
Grim Grimoire, Lillet/Advocat, a different kind of lesson
Grim Grimoire, Lillet/Amoretta, sleepover

GUN (video game), Colton/Soapy, Tattoo

Gundam 00, Graham/Billy, the spoils of war
Gundam 00, Lockon/Tieria, "and I see your progress stretched out for miles"
Gundam 00, Lockon/Tieria, blindside/blindfold
Gundam 00, Lockon/Tieria, don't let go
Gundam 00, Lockon/Tieria, no heart without you

Gundam Wing, Duo/Zechs/Heero, Being Difficult
Gundam Wing, Treize/Zechs or vice-versa, surrogates, "a warm body and a warm bed but neither the ones he wants"
Gundam Wing, Treize/Zechs, "That I might drink, and leave the world unseen"
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Noin, meritocracy
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Treize, basilisk
Gundam Wing: Wufei/Heero(Duo?); He's your partner.

Hairspray, Corny/IQ, sidelines

Hana Yori Dango (manga): Rui/Tsukushi, behind his back/unfaithful/in the end
Hana Yori Dango (manga): Soujirou/Yuuki, against all odds

Hanazakari no Kimitachi e, Sano/Mizuki/Nakatsu, drunkenness and maid uniforms
Hanazakari no Kimitachi e, Sano/Mizuki/Nakatsu, fun after graduation

Harry Potter, Albus Severus/Scorpius, unlike
Harry Potter, Charlie/Draco, moonlight and firewhiskey
Harry Potter, Charlie/Draco, paid in full
Harry Potter, Charlie/Draco, uptight
Harry Potter, Charlie/Harry/Draco, hide and seek
Harry Potter, Charlie/Harry/Draco, rimming
Harry Potter, Charlie/Harry/Draco, subs
Harry Potter, Charlie/Harry/Draco, treasure trail
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, alternate, “Imagine if you’d gone and married Ginny.”
Harry Potter, girl!Harry/Hermione: brawn and brains, They might not have been the best looking Griffyndors, but they were the best.
Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, dirty angels
Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, dragons
Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, flame
Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, good boy
Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, magic mirror
Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, euphemism
Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, raised eyebrows
Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny/Tom, feeding the ghosts.
Harry Potter, Harry/Ron/Hermione, staying together.
Harry Potter, Minerva/Hermione, delayed orgasm
Harry Potter, Minerva/Tom Riddle, Youthful Mistakes
Harry Potter, Padfoot/Moony, things changed after their daytime selves became lovers
Harry Potter, Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, impatience
Harry Potter, Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, opposites attract
Harry Potter, Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, random smile
Harry Potter, Percy/Harry, infidelity
Harry Potter, Percy/Stanley Shunpike, an understanding
Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, date
Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, interrupted by Lily
Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, motorbike
Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, not here
Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, revelations
Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Remus Lupin, “I love the sound of you walking away” (Walk Away, Franz Ferdinand)
Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Remus Lupin, chained
Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Remus Lupin, dreams and curses
Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Remus Lupin, lick clean
Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Remus Lupin, oblivious
Harry potter, Sirius/Regulus, "We are brothers, after all."
Harry Potter, Snape/Harry, d/s, alone in a crumbling manse
Harry Potter, Snape/Harry, moral and sexual ambiguity
Harry Potter, Snape/Harry, playing dirty
Harry Potter, Snape/Harry, spanking
Harry Potter, Snape/Harry, surprise
Harry Potter, Snape/Hermione, angry sex
Harry Potter, Snape/Hermione, love and leave
Harry Potter, Snape/Hermione, no magic
Harry Potter, Snape/Hermione, robes
Harry Potter, Snape/Hermione, roleplay
Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley, creative metamorphmagus tricks
Harry Potter: Harry/Luna, flowers in her hair
Harry Potter: Harry/Neville/Luna, field of dreams

Harvey Birdman, Harvey/Phil Ken Sebben, haha!... subtext
Harvey Birdman, Harvey/Phil Ken Sebben, Not there, there!
he can actually impress me.”

Hellsing, Pip/Seras, getting old
Hellsing, Pip/Seras, mindfuck
Hellsing: Alucard/Seras, the ultimate battle/the power of vampires

Heroes, Elle/Claire, random acts of violence
Heroes, Mohinder/Peter, back to future
Heroes, Mohinder/Peter, help me I'm different
Heroes, Nathan/Claire, secrets
Heroes, Nathan/Peter, breathplay
Heroes, Nathan/Peter, caught in the act
Heroes, Nathan/Peter, hopeless
Heroes, Nathan/Peter/Claire, over the edge
Heroes, Peter/Claire, hold me
Heroes, Sylar/Alejandro, brother
Heroes, Sylar/Claire, bloodplay
Heroes, Sylar/Mohinder, I know what you want
Heroes, Sylar/Mohinder, I need you
Heroes, Sylar/Peter, possession

Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni, Oishi/Everyone in Hinamizawa, keepin' it delicious.
Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni, Rena/Keiichi, dress-up.
Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni, Rena/Keiichi/Mion, punishment game, femdom.
Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni, Shion/Mion, electric shock.
Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni, Shion/Mion, tattoo.
Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni, Takano/Keiichi, interrogation.
Higurashi no naku koro ni: grown up!Rika/Takano; hate sex, time paradox
Higurashi no naku koro ni: Mion/Rena/Keiichi; futurefic or AU, 'you could be a special ops commander, you know'
Higurashi no naku koro ni: Mion/Rena/Keiichi; Love is--helping to hide the bodies
Higurashi no naku koro ni: Mion/Rena/Keiichi; strip poker
Higurashi no naku koro ni: Rena/anyone; machete
Higurashi no naku koro ni: Shion/anyone; butcher knife
Higurashi no naku koro ni: Shion/Kasai; Kalashnikov rifles
Higurashi no naku koro ni: Shion/Keiichi; mistaken identity; Whatever happens, Mion is still my friend

Hikaru no Go, Hikaru/Akira, adulthood
Hikaru no Go, Hikaru/Akira, inexperience
Hikaru no Go, Hikaru/Waya, loud
Hikaru no Go, Waya/Isumi, return to China
Hikaru no Go, Waya/Isumi, too much sake

Homicide: Life on the Street, Megan Russert/Kay Howard, not my kind of woman
Homicide: Life on the Street, Meldrick Lewis/Frank Pembleton, snazzy dressers

Horatio Hornblower, Hornblower/Bush, "It has been an honour to serve with you."

House M.D., 13/Cameron, save me
House M.D., 13/Cameron/Foreman, exploiting opportunities
House M.D., Cuddy/13, going over House's head
House M.D., House/Wilson, no one else can feel it for you
House M.D., Taub/13(/Mrs. Taub), old habits die hard
House MD, Amber/13, "I'm dumb, she's a lesbian"
House MD, Chase/Kutner, Australian for beer
House MD, House/Cuddy, She is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack/ She's touring the facility and picking up slack /I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket
House, M.D., House/Wilson, losing
House, M.D., House/Wilson, sarcasm
HouseM.D., House/Wilson/Amber, on the other side

How I Met Your Mother, Ted/Barney, "Do you want me to tell you how I really met your Uncle Barney?"
How I Met Your Mother, Ted/Barney, Legendary


ETA: Please note. If you've pointed out an error and I've fixed it, I'll delete the comments involving the error, just to keep things tidy.

As of now--11:07pm PST, Wednesday June 18--this round of the Porn Battle is over. Thank you for participating!



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Harry Potter: Harry/Luna, flowers in her hair
(Anonymous)
2008-06-13 12:20 am UTC (link)
I'm too lazy to think of a title. I'm also not used to writing anything explicit, so this is going to be anonymous. I know it's terrible. Don't rub it in, no pun intended.

***

If the daisies hadn't been growing then he would not have begun to idly thread them together, Luna would not have explained the alternative meaning of "daisy chain", and it wouldn't have gone from there. Through the soft tongues and breathy kisses, she'd said "Ginny isn't going to like this, you know." He did know, and he knew Ginny was different. That was all. At least they didn't get carried away so fast that he forgot what he had in his wallet. A wizard he may be, but he still didn't trust contraceptive charms.

It seemed Luna wasn't as liberated as he'd thought, which he discovered only at the crucial moment. Colour flooded to his face when he realized he'd been going much too fast for her. She smiled up at him, placing her hands so the blood wouldn't flow too far away from a vital body part, and asked "What?" Harry could have laughed at the irony, given that only moments ago she'd been describing a rather kinky sexual practice. Then she pulled him towards her, and suddenly there was only Luna, tight and warm and so welcoming that he couldn't think about much else. Especially not Ginny, though even she had never done this for him. He knew the feeling of pain so intense it could wipe out his existence; it was new to him to have the experience again but with the agony replaced by pleasure.

It was over sooner than he would have liked, and then he had to help Luna. He had never been with a girl who moaned and faked it, but was grateful that she did not. Luna stared down at his penis, now returned to its usual calmer state, and he suspected she would have liked another go. He wouldn't have been able to do it as quickly as a woman could, even if they'd had time. Harry helped her on with her clothes, hoped that Mr Lovegood wouldn't find out what they'd done with the picnic blanket, and joined her on the walk back to the house.

Luna straightened the flowers, still woven in a crown through her hair.

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Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Ashe, between a rock and a hard place
[info]alorian
2008-06-13 01:34 am UTC (link)
"I'm sorry about this, Basch," Ashe says.

"Nay, lady. I'm honest enough to know I fell in first."

"Only because you were trying to prevent me from doing so."

Their voices echo strangely in the confines of the thin crevasse, a near-invisible crack in the ancient floors of the Sochen Cave-Palace. It is an awkward place for conversation, made more awkward and close by the fact that they are wedged in it together, belly to belly with bare rock at their backs. She is slightly higher, but only just, the hot buckle of her belt pressing softly against his navel.

"Where the devil have they gone for that rope?" Basch asks at last, "The Phon Coast?"

Ashe is trying not to squirm. "I have to confess," she says, "I have an itch."

Basch sort of grunts. He's supporting most of her weight, though she leans back against the rock as much as she can, to give the illusion that there is space between them.

"You must think me a terrible complainer," she says, and her breath is a cool tickly breeze against his temple. "But it's on the back of my leg, and I can't reach it. I don't suppose you might...? If only to convince me it's not a cave spider."

"H'm. I must confess I've an itch of my own, just under my jaw." He makes a vague gesture. "I can't quite--"

"Here?" Her fingers dig into the scruff along his jawbone, and the sheer pleasure of it coaxes a rough noise out of the back of his throat. His sword-callused fingertips slide past the tendons at the back of her knee, and he drags his nails along the soft skin of her bare thigh to return the favor.

Ashe's breath catches in a way that has nothing to do with imaginary cave spiders, and for a moment she goes soft against him, leaning her body on his instead of bracing it on the rock behind her. On pretext of a better grip, Basch's hand moves higher, to the taut red leather stretched across the curves of her hips, and then to the blossom of heat unfolding between her legs. Suddenly her fingertips are fisted in the back of his hair, and the noise that escapes her is his name, and nothing short of a plea. Basch's fingers encounter no resistance save for the token strip of fabric, easily pushed aside as his fingers slide into her like a fine blade into its sheath.

"Dalmasca gives a fine welcome," he manages. Words have become hard to come by. Her response is a ragged gasp of long-suppressed need. She fumbles for his belt buckle but can't reach it; he undoes it for her and pulls her down, away from the rock wall and onto him. Her thighs are already around his waist and their tongues are tangling and she impales herself on his cock like a queen mounting a traitor's head on a pike.

And Basch no longer cares if the others did go clear back to the Phon Coast for a rope.

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Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent, domesticity, frilly apron
[info]raisedbymoogles
2008-06-13 03:27 am UTC (link)
"It's practical," Vincent growled when Cid finally ran out of breath; that just started him going again, half-collapsing against the table in helpless laughter. "I don't want to get grease on my clothes," the older man added sullenly, with no faith his sometime-lover was even listening.

Yes, it was pink gingham. Yes, it had tasteful little frills along the edge, but why was Cid surprised? Blame Shera for her taste in aprons.

Vincent turned his back to the stove and pointed the spatula at Cid like it was loaded. "You are on dangerous ground, Highwind." The pilot shook his head apologetically, hands upraised in surrender - but he didn't stop laughing. Wasn't trying very hard, from the looks of things, either. Vincent sighed and set the spatula down on the counter with heavy deliberation. "It's all right," he said slowly. "You're an old-fashioned man. Gender disparity still has a powerful hold on your thinking. Though I don't approve, I can see why you would find this... humorous."

That last word came out with a slight hiss, much to his irritation - all of you, go back to sleep. This is my fight to win. Cid shook his head again and leaned back in his chair, shoulders quivering, and his head tilted back to expose the arch of his throat.

Vincent laid a hand on that arch, very gentle, very cold. "Are you going to join us in the modern era willingly," he asked, almost deceptively pleasant, "or must I drag you?"

***

Cid cursed into the pillow with every thrust, pinned down to the bed near-immobile while Vincent's metal claws traced threats over his nearly-bare back. Pink gingham, soaked with sweat and less savory things, clung to his chest and rode roughly against his cock while Vincent fucked him. He had come twice onto Shera's apron; Vincent aimed to make it three.

It happened, sudden and violent, nearly crashing their heads together, and Vincent rolled them both onto their sides before the tremors had quite subsided. "Enjoying being the girl?" he purred, nipping at the blond's earlobe.

The strangled noise Cid made then had nothing to do with sex; faintly alarmed, Vincent lifted his head. Shera stood with one hand braced against the doorframe as if to keep herself from falling over, the other hand pressed tight to her mouth as she slowly turned crimson.

"It was his fault!" Cid announced before either of the others could say a word.

Shera fled; from the direction of the kitchen Vincent heard her whoops of laughter. Cid groaned and thumped his head against the pillow; Vincent shook his head. Shera, like Cid, had old-fashioned ideas.

Perhaps he should break her of them as well.

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Kimberly/Hawkeye, what you can't see
[info]badpenny
2008-06-13 03:57 am UTC (link)
Hawkeye's learned to sleep through the normal sounds of the desert, the war, and when something's different -- like tonight -- she's learned to wake without a sound. Her tent is quiet, the air still.

Then she smells it, sulfur and charcoal and faint traces of burnt stone. Only one man smells like that. Hawkeye keeps her voice low. "I think you got lost, Major Kimberly."

"I must have," Kimberly says, and Hawkeye's beginning to understand him well enough to know that tone of voice means he's amused.

From the sound of things, Kimberly is at the foot of her cot. Hawkeye fixes on the spot. "What do you want, major?"

"I hear you had a good day." There's a rustle of fabric, like he's taking off his jacket, and then silence. Hawkeye lets it stretch. She supposes, from his perspective, she has had a good day. Twelve kills. It's the most she's ever logged in one day.

"How does it feel?" Kimberly asks.

"I'm tired, major. I'd like to sleep."

She doesn't hear him move. He's suddenly straddling her, his hands braced on either side of her head. Her gun is on the ground. All she has to do is reach down, but he shifts and blocks her.

"How does it feel?" he asks again.

"I don't feel anything." A lie, but Kimberly would scoff at her for feeling remorse. "I'm too exhausted." Close enough to the truth. She's awake now, afraid Kimberly will...well, she's not sure what he might do. He hasn't harmed his own men yet, but Hawkeye doesn't trust him. She doesn't think he sees people as anything more than a collection of volatile elements.

He shifts again, and Hawkeye fights her urge to flinch when he traces the curve of her cheek with his fingers. He trails his hand down her neck, his thumb lingering over her pulse point. "You don't feel anything, hmmm?"

She reaches up and grabs his wrist. "I could have you on harassment charges."

"Gran will dismiss them."

True. "What do you want?"

He twists his hand, breaks free from her grip, and then his fingers curl around her wrist. He guides her hand down, presses her palm against him so she can feel his hard cock through his pants. "I'd like to know what it feels like when you pull the trigger." His voice is raw.

Hawkeye frowns. He's not going to leave until she does what he wants, and he's right, Gran will dismiss any complaint she makes. She squeezes, and he inhales sharply, fingers tightening on her wrist. "All right, major, but you have to let go of my wrist. Guns don't have fingers."

He releases her, chuckling. "True enough."

"Guns don't talk, either."

That earns her an actual laugh, but he's quiet after that, quiet except for his ragged breathing when finally takes him in hand. He doesn't last long, but he's still quiet when he comes, coating her fingers, her blanket, and probably part of his shirt. He brings her fingers to his mouth, licks them clean, and Hawkeye hates herself a little bit for the wet jolt it sends down her spine. She doesn't like him, but now there's a tiny part of her hoping he'll want to fuck her next time.

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* Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already? -- "Lesson"
[info]mithrigil
2008-06-13 04:14 am UTC (link)
Lesson
death note

Mithrigil Galtirglin

Even with his cock in her mouth she still makes noise. More noise than he does, even—it’s been a while since she worked him up enough to coax more than a heavier-than-usual breath out of him. But she’s off the edge of the bed, with his cock and his fingers stuffed into her mouth and her own hands busy somewhere under her skirt, making little whirring noises obscene enough that he starts to wilt, starts to entertain thoughts of taking care of this himself. He presses his palm to himself a little harder, tightens his thighs a little more.

“Misa,” he says—like he’s chiding, so she can’t mistake it for a compliment. “This isn’t working.”

The protesting sound she makes gets her cheeks fluttering against him, determinedly. He translates; a generic but, a hopeful assertion that her love and her skills and whatever else she’s using this for will overcome her sheer ineptitude and annoyance. He’s always been better at making himself come.

It occurs to him that Misa doesn’t know that.

Gritting his teeth—from frustration as much as the change in texture—he pulls out, reaches down with spit-roughened fingers and grabs her by the bra-straps, hauls her up to the bed. That gets another one of those sounds out of her, a high-pitched, dramatic, manga-style oof that sends a flare of anger down from Light’s solar plexus to his balls. (Is this the stereotype of testosterone-driven aggression that gets men to beat their wives? Light thinks, and thinks he understands. No wonder.)

Light leans on one leg, bending her over the edge of the bed and pinning her spread thigh with his knee. Her panties twist, the thong raised and only half-covering her. When she flails, murmuring a tangle of his name, he pins her arms as well, up over her head, in his left hand. “Would you just shut up already?” he snarls, and takes himself in hand. “And keep your eyes open for this.”

He jerks off hard, with haste—she bites her lip, her hollow throat and soft stomach shivering from the suppressed simpering noises. But that look on her face, the muscles twitching under his grip—the wild dart of her eyes as she obeys him unquestioningly—that’s a contrast, that’s depth, that’s wanting one thing and doing another, and that’s closer to what he wants. He doesn’t tell her so but the breaths shove out of him, pitched and heavy, quickening—one hoarse cry of hers tries to mix in and she stifles it, she’s watching him, learning this. Her spit’s dried off of him by the time he comes, all over her skirt, her underwear, her stubbled inner thighs.

Her wrists go limp—her hips lift off the bed—

“Like that, next time,” Light tells her, and lets her go, steps back—not as shaky as he could have been?—and takes a deep breath before stepping over her stockings on the way to the bathroom.

---

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Re: * Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already? -- "Lesson" - [info]sivullinen, 2008-06-13 05:23 am UTC
Re: * Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already? -- "Lesson" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-13 05:24 am UTC
Re: * Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already? -- "Lesson" - [info]sulwen, 2008-06-13 06:36 am UTC
Re: * Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already? -- "Lesson" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-13 11:35 am UTC
Re: * Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already? -- "Lesson" - [info]scarletseraph, 2008-06-13 11:43 am UTC
Re: * Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already? -- "Lesson" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-13 12:45 pm UTC
Re: * Death Note, Light/Misa, would you shut up already? -- "Lesson" - [info]hooloovoo_too, 2008-06-13 03:45 pm UTC
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Breakfast Club, Brian/John, daytime
[info]katekintail
2008-06-13 05:00 am UTC (link)
Ten years. Could have been ten minutes, for all it had mattered. She hadn’t been at the reunion—Claire, that is. Allison and Andy hadn’t been there, either, but Brian had known that ahead of time. He’d talked to them on the phone just before they went on their family vacation to Spain.

As if he were right back in high school again, Brian had been absorbed into the ring of overachieving geeks. They talked about their jobs, their earnings, their two-car garages, and their one-car penis extensions. Brian got nervous when the topic turned to wives and girlfriends. He scanned the room again.

He’d seen John Bender from across the decorated cafeteria, and he had been reluctant to even make eye contact. What were the chances that the man even remembered him let alone wanted to talk to him?

But at the end of the night—when Brian was insisting he had checked his coat and the coat check girl was insisting she couldn’t find one to match his claim ticket—there John was. He vaulted over the counter and rifled through the coats. He had grabbed his own black, wool trench coat and found Brian’s navy blue jacket a second later.

“How’d you know?” Brian had asked, impressed, accepting the coat and tossing his ticket onto the counter in exchange.

“Saw you come in,” John had replied a bit sheepishly. “Didn’t know if you saw me at all, but…” He’d been watching Brian all night. And, fuck, he looked good when he looked shy. Luckily, Brian looked dead sexy when he was aggressive, and immediately asked if John had a place nearby.

Flattered and excited didn’t begin to describe it. But grinning and lying spread eagle on Bender’s bed while the man pounded into him was some indication of how Brian felt. They’d fucked all night. John used positions Brian didn’t even know existed. Brian knew tricks and techniques that had driven John absolutely mad. They’d gone slowly at first, hesitant, shy, cautious. By two in the morning, all inhibitions had been abandoned. By four, they’d slipped into a comfortable familiarity Brian couldn’t get enough of.

Brian stood naked in front of the living room window, looking out over the city. Sparkling lights, abandoned streets, everything quiet in the darkness. John came over and stood behind him. Arms wrapped around from behind and the two basked in the glow together.

Brian couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like in the morning. When the daytime was upon them and the alcohol was out of their systems, would John finally come to his senses and realize who he’d been fucking?

“Wanna come back to bed?” John asked, kissing Brian’s neck and—oh God—that spot behind Brian’s ear. Brian’s glasses rocked on his face and his knees went weak.

“Want to fuck right here in front of the window?” He reached back, digging his hand into John’s dark hair. John hugged him tighter around the middle.

“Wanna change that plane ticket of yours and stay the weekend?” He nuzzled his face into Brian’s neck. “Or the whole week?”

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Re: Breakfast Club, Brian/John, daytime - [info]tattooedsappho, 2008-06-16 06:17 pm UTC
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Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch them
[info]ladynero
2008-06-13 07:59 am UTC (link)
Sitting on his throne, Sephiroth glared at the pesky mortal who had thought he had a right to what the Living God had claimed. Cloud was sprawled on the floor from where he had fallen with Zack crouched partially next to him and partially in front, blades held ready to defend the next idiot to touch the blond. It was plain to see that the two dancers weren’t the typical slaves that were owned by the Living God to serve his guests, because each wore a mithryl collar decorated with ornate scroll work and set with a single green materia. They were his pets, and nobody else would touch them.

Except this fool who had let alcohol blind him and presumed that the lovely dancers were free for taking.

“Zack, Cloud, would you care to show this fool why you are not touched by anyone other than me?” purred Sephiroth, wording the question to give them the option of refusing if they wished. If they refused, then they would be escorted back to his rooms for the night, but if they agreed, then he would know that this fool deserved the punishment waiting for him.

Cloud’s hand reached out and grabbed Zack’s shoulder, pulling the brunet in for a harsh kiss, and Sephiroth raised a brow. Normally Cloud wasn’t so demonstrative, but the silver haired god had his answer. He sat back in his throne, watching with an appreciative smile as his pets wrapped around each other. A servant hurried over with a large pillow and placed it on the floor near them before scurrying off just as Zack pulled Cloud down on top of it. That seemed to be the signal as everyone else there save the guards and the fool, turned their backs on his pets, and he turned his own attention to his pets, watching with an appreciative gaze.

It was the work of seconds for their sheer pants to be discarded, and they writhed against each other, the faint sheen of sweat from their earlier dance making their skin glow. Zack’s tan hands were gripping Cloud’s pale hips, urging the blond to move with him as tan legs cradled the blond. Sephiroth watched with a smirk as one of Cloud’s hands slipped between Zack’s legs, and he could see those pale fingers preparing the brunet, carefully stretching while teasing him.

There was a soft whimper, drawing his attention away from his lovely pets, and Sephiroth found that the fool had collapsed to his knees. Smirking, Sephiroth stood and glided down to stand behind the man, hands gripping the fool’s head to keep his gaze on the lovely pets. After all, if the man was to be punished, he should get the most of what he was to be punished for.

When Cloud slid into Zack, pulling moans of delight from their collared throats, the fool whimpered louder and stretched his hands out as if to touch them. It was only Sephiroth’s grip on his head that kept him from moving any more, and the Living God smirked at the growing wetness on the fool’s pants.

“They are lovely when they dance together,” Sephiroth murmured in the fool’s ear. “A feast for the eyes as well as the ears, their cries mingling as their bodies come together, both straining for completion as pleasure holds them in her grasp.” The fool’s breath was coming in short pants now, and his hips were moving slightly, and Sephiroth decided that this fool had enjoyed his pets long enough. A quick twist of his wrists, and the man’s screams bounced off the walls as Sephiroth drove his fingers into the man’s eyes.

Two guards practically materialized at Sephiroth’s sides and grabbed the blind fool’s arms. “Since it appears he can only think with the smaller head, be sure to remove it for him,” he ordered, wiping his fingers off on the fool’s clothes. He doesn’t hear the guards acknowledgment of his orders as he turns towards his lovely pets again, walking over to them.

By the time Sephiroth knelt behind Cloud, his pants were unfastened, and he slid into the welcoming body of his blond, getting twin moans as the action forced Cloud deeper into Zack. Sephiroth chuckled and started a fast pace, claiming them both.

They were his pets, and he didn’t share with anyone.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]pegunicent, 2008-06-13 08:07 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-13 03:24 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]skeren, 2008-06-13 08:18 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-13 03:23 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]mitsuhachi, 2008-06-13 08:29 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-13 03:22 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]aikonamika, 2008-06-13 03:24 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-13 04:28 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]icedark_elf, 2008-06-14 01:45 am UTC
Re: Follow-up fic - sorta - fanfic of your fanfic? - [info]thescarecrow, 2008-06-14 11:44 pm UTC
Re: Follow-up fic - sorta - fanfic of your fanfic? - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-15 02:14 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]yami_no_tenshi, 2008-06-15 06:20 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, collar,They were his pets, and nobody else would touch - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-15 02:22 pm UTC
Final Fantasy VII, any/Vincent, "and yea, the devils were numbered and counted, and there were none
[info]pegunicent
2008-06-13 08:25 am UTC (link)
Turks didn't forget. They didn't forgive. Turks were a breed that called themselves family, strange family from all walks of life perhaps, but a dangerous, utterly loyal family. At least, Tseng thought of them this way.

But Vincent Valentine had been a Turk, and he'd been taken by Hojo and when the time came for an investigation there was none to be had. All efforts to locate and extract the agent were halted from above. Another sin laid at the feet of power and greed. He understood why valentine wouldn't want to return to the people who had left him in hell. The family that had failed him.

'Show me why you serve. Why you believe.' the man husked, claw gleaming in the twilight, hard edges of metal and the soft give of crimson and shadow.

They couldn't wake Elena, she was still recovering from the dislocation of both hips. So he moved carefully and quietly outside their little bolt hole and hoped his own knee wouldn't give out. He wasn't a youngster or SOLDIER to be easily fixed with potions and a prayer these days.

Valentine's body was a road map of scar tissue and satiny smooth skin, and he kept the glove on. In the dirt, rough ground their sheets, he ran his lips and tongue over every mark. He let hard fingers guide him to the reddened length and he tried to explain. With hard sucks and soft touches, bruised lips and warning teeth, he told the man what it was like to have a place to stay.

And when Valentine came, salty bitter down the back of his throat and balls wrinkled up tight, he thought the man might understand.

Turks were family. Even the ones who weren't Turks anymore.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, any/Vincent, "and yea, the devils were numbered and counted, and there were n - [info]tainted4life, 2008-06-13 03:10 pm UTC
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Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human."
[info]pegunicent
2008-06-13 01:58 pm UTC (link)
The little Watain rat had dared try and outmaneuver Sephiroth's puppet. He'd gotten to the temple first, had navigated down almost to the last level and he had the utter gall to try and deny Sephiroth the Black Materia.

That was the problem with Turks. They were only human. No mako, no Mother, nothing at all to dignify them from the rest of the putrid, festering race except a tenacity to get in the way. And this one, this one was the worst. Unflinchingly loyal, underhanded, ruthless and weak. So very, very weak.

Sephiroth didn't even need his puppet to deal with the ebony haired, blue suited gutter snipe. Pure will and a twist of the lifestream that permeated the temple, and he took solid form. And his form held Masamune, for she was as much a part of him as his blood and bone wasn't she? Loyal and true and always shining. Pure tempered steel.

Humans couldn't be pure anything.

He ignored the bullets that couldn't hurt him, and decided to teach the bothersome rodent a lesson. A lesson on futility, and loyalty, and pride. Wutains had so much pride, didn't they? Even after he razed their country to the bedrock.

Masamune flowed like deadly water through the air, sliding into Turk and pinning him to the stone wall of the temple like a very boring butterfly. Right between the fourth and fifth ribs, cushioned and caressed on either side by lung and heart, she made a bloody sheath for herself. Sephiroth batted the gun away, forcing the man's head up to see the shock and pain twist his dark features.

It would have been better if the bastard had screamed. Maybe he still would.

His pants dissolved away with a flicker of thought. Smiling at the disgust and uncertainty, he wrapped his prisoners fist around his own pale, soft length, and made the man pleasure him to hardness. Once or twice the blood loss threatened to end his fun early, so he cast Cure and listened to the tortured whimpers with relish until he came.

This form was will and manipulated power, it held no Mother. Which was too bad really, he'd have liked to feel her enter this rodent's mind and turn that stiff, stubborn pride into mere puppet strings for him. He settled for making the man suck the mess from his body, pulling Masamune from her warm fleshy home and shoving his limp cock in the collapsed Turk's face until he got the message.

Ah, here came his puppet, right on time.

If the Turk survived the awakening of the black materia, maybe he'd come back and claim him for a pet or something. He wasn't entirely useless it appeared. Just merely human.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human." - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-13 03:19 pm UTC
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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human." - [info]aikonamika, 2008-06-13 03:22 pm UTC
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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human." - [info]chichirinoda, 2008-06-14 03:26 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human." - [info]pegunicent, 2008-06-14 11:12 am UTC
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Scarlet, blood and wine
[info]ellnyx
2008-06-13 03:52 pm UTC (link)
Whatever the hell Hojo’s done to him – for him – put him through –

Hell is plasglass and blue for Vincent. Scarlet dips a fingertip into her wine, spreads the red along the open rim of the glass. Vincent sets his metal hand point-first against his cage, the full limit of his force behind it.

Scarlet smiles when his arm snaps. Her plasglass engineering against Hojo’s science: she’s still winning these skirmishes.

Hypnotic, this: how Vincent drifts on a moment of pain. His hair curls, swirls like ink through water, long enough to near veil his nakedness. Scarlet drains her glass of wine. Always easier with wet lips, slick lips, a full belly, a hot heart. She should probably get another, but he recovers faster than she’d thought.

His eyes are vitriol.

Scarlet licks her lips wet. She tastes, breathes, heavy red. He’s been in here for so long; she’s waited so long she wonders how much longer she should wait.

– his hair plasters him as the water drains, lines of a madman’s paintbrush. Scarlet’s surprised to see her hand on the release value. Must be, ha, sentiment; it can't be the wine.

“Scarlet,” he says, in a voice she remembers belonging to another.

“Are you—“ she breathes, hard, she’s not slurring– “going to behave?”

She’d forgotten how beautiful his smile could be.

He’s wet. He’s a weapon. Weapons are hers. She’s up against the glass and she’s slicker than he is, where it matters; she’s full of red wine and hot blood even if he’s only got thick blue and saltwater.

Scarlet doesn’t remember opening the door, but it must have been her, or possibly the wine. She doesn’t remember him stepping down – but he does; she feels a wet hand on her skin, flesh; she still shivers, laughs because no damned construct makes her shiver.

– she’d forgotten how tall Vincent is. Was. Is.

“I want –“

– and he says, “I know,” because he wants too, his whole life – death – everything is wanting, but –

“– not you.” His lips are so close to hers she can smell the dead.

Vincent’s tongue invades. She bites him, hard, bloods him. No one uses her weapons against her. Vincent’s cold and it’s not just the water. He’s hard but it’s not lust, it’s rigor. She wants it, a memory, but not as much as she wants –

– his fingers, a paired chill that she stutters, moans, pushes her openness against him until slick shines on the recoil; more, that he forks his hand and slides two and two alike of ice, unbearable. Scarlet bites his neck, shoulders, his rough-scarred chest to leave her mark in red rings. Vincent moves only at her direction. Perhaps she could read his coldness as an insult, but she’s Scarlet, she makes, takes, commands weapons –

She doesn’t remember asking this, but his flesh hand is against her lips, briny; she fucks his metal one, cutting, segments snarling hair and flesh alike. It takes an eternity for her to come even though it feels – it’s there waiting to come, as rigid as his metal. In the end it’s their mouths do it for her; she orders him slower, deeper, more; kisses him, fucks him with her tongue that she draws from him – yes – his own breath sharp like the taste of –

– blood, his claw’s copper when he withdraws; she heaves, shuddering, and thinks maybe she shouldn’t have a drink for a while.

Vincent regards his hand - her hand, her construct. He looks, almost, like he used to do. About to leave.

“I could have left you to rot in there,” Scarlet says. “Say thank you.”

“I thought I just had.”

“Since when do you think? You let your women do the thinking for you.”

“I don’t make the same mistake twice.” Something dark marks his lower lip, darker in his eyes. As he turns he –

–turns into hell–

Scarlet laughs, hard, that she sits on tile slick with saltwater. Her eyes run; there’s red everywhere. She doesn’t hurt like she should. Vincent’s – not Vincent –

Whatever the hell Hojo’s done to him. The hell Hojo’s put him through. The hell. What the hell. Vincent is Hell.

The beast spreads his wings. His departure leaves her sitting in wreckage; cold air cuts, curdles her wine-haze.

She’ll never be able to stomach a red again. Old blood shouldn’t taste like wine.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Scarlet, blood and wine - [info]scarletseraph, 2008-06-13 04:08 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Scarlet, blood and wine - [info]ellnyx, 2008-06-13 04:21 pm UTC
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Zell, let go
[info]pegunicent
2008-06-13 04:13 pm UTC (link)
He's the toughest son of a bitch Balamb has ever produced, and they look to him for guidance. For hope and order in the midst of chaos and carnage. He was their leader, their strength.

And Zell knew he was a seventeen year old kid without a clue who was just too damn stubborn to loose. Too proud, too angry, too tired of living a half life with half memories and half a soul locked away somewhere by things he didn't even recall.

So when Squall got that look in his eyes and started cutting swaths through the training center that made the T-Rexaurs flee, Zell got down to business. He muscled the boy into his special Commander's quarter's and made him eat something other than rations and sleep in a bed that wasn't originally a lounge couch in front of the Head Master's office.

He fought bare handed and won their spars by kicking Squall's ass into the thin practice padding. He said things his Ma would have scrubbed his mouth with brillo pads for. He got Squall pissed.

Then he pinned him somewhere private, quiet and remote and terribly, terribly open, and fucked him until he bled. Sometimes the training center, sometimes the bathrooms, one time in the dead of night in his own office. On the desk, cum staining field reports and expense accounts, Squall's forehead knocking the gleaming mahogany.

They didn't do slow and tender the way Zell used to dream. They didn't make love and cuddle afterwards. That wasn't what Squall needed from him, and he wouldn't have taken it from a fellow SeeD. Squall needed someone to force him to let go. To break him down and tear him open and make it okay to be a scared seventeen year old with two failed missions under his belt and a war to win.

Squall needed Seifer. Zell was the one he had. Squall would never ask, so Zell had to do it for him. He had to be the man he hated, to help the one he loved. So when he buried his cock in his commander's ass without lube and pounded into him mercilessly, he let go of those dreams of tenderness and anniversaries and shared dreams.

He held Squall's arms tight to his ribs, forced his legs wider with a spread of his own thighs, and let go until they were both aching, raw and wet with it.

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Re: Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Zell, let go - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-13 04:17 pm UTC
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Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while"
[info]dropsofviolet
2008-06-13 04:32 pm UTC (link)
Tifa knew that Cloud still dreamed of her. Anyone with a brain could see that. But no one, not even Cloud, knew that she did too.

Likewise, she knew that Cloud knew that Tifa was in love with him, or had loved him once. But no one, especially not Cloud, knew that she had loved Aeris too, that it had taken everything from her just to stand up after that loss, and that there wasn't much left of her after that, which was why she remained content to follow her leader, even when he wasn't entirely... there.

She knew which nights that Cloud dreamed of Aeris. Generally he woke her on accident when he rose from the bed to stare out into the moonlit city. She would watch him there for hours, trying to divine his thoughts. He'd had something very special with Aeris, whereas she had had something very superficial-- a combat buddy, someone to share a tent with. A girl to think about when she touched herself at night, when Cloud was on the road, trying to escape the ghost.

But Cloud didn't know which nights that Tifa dreamed of Aeris, or what she dreamed.

*

"Tifa," a woman said softly.

She opened her eyes, feeling as though she had just woken from a long nap. Her head was foggy and there was something... wrong about being here. Where had she fallen asleep? She looked up into sparkling blue eyes. Aeris's braid brushed her shoulder when the other woman leaned forward a little bit.

"You fell asleep, love," she said, and Tifa realized that her head was in Aeris's lap. She got up so fast that she nearly cracked Aeris's jaw. Aeris just looked at her, hand on her cheek, and giggled.

"I should have woken you more kindly," she said, smiling, "but I was just looking down at your cute sleeping face and I thought that I would rather like to kiss you, Tifa."

Tifa's eyes widened in shock. There was something... there was something odd about this, but she didn't know what it was. So she nodded.

Aeris rose from her perch at the base of the tree that had been shading them from the sun. Twilight played with the shadows, accenting her wide hips, her oval face. She was utterly beautiful. When she offered her hand, Tifa took it, feeling the soft glove against her palm. It was a soft, caressing thing that made her throat catch a little.

Aeris ran like a little girl, almost skipping. Her hair flew behind her, escaping from her braid, and by the time they reached the small clearing in the trees, she looked a bit worse for wear. She pulled her ribbon free and shook her hair out, a cinnamon-colored curtain that reached her thighs when loose. She smiled at Tifa and extended her hand again. This time when Tifa took it, she pulled the glove off, feeling Aeris's skin against hers as intimacy. Aeris laughed; she took the glove from Tifa's grasp and the other glove off as well, throwing it onto the grass. She pulled the other woman close to her deliberately ran a bare hand across Tifa's chest. Her nipples hardened under the gentle touch.

Then they were kissing. Aeris's lips were soft and gentle, persuasive, causing Tifa to open her mouth. Her tongue was not an invasion, but a conquering; her hand under Tifa's shirt was not a surprise, but a gift. They slid down onto their knees, exploring each other's mouths, and Tifa used a shaking hand to unbutton the top buttons of Aeris's dress.

Aeris was not wearing a bra and her breasts shone white in the near-dark. Her nipples were surprisingly dark, and taut. Tifa ran her fingers across them. Aeris shivered and broke their kiss. Tifa's lips immediately covered Aeris's right nipple; she sucked gently and was rewarded by the other's gentle sigh. She kissed the other nipple, running her tongue around it slowly before sucking. Aeris shifted and her knee parted Tifa's thighs. Unbalanced, Tifa fell back onto the grass and the smaller woman finished unbuttoning her dress and threw it off before she climbed on top of Tifa. She slid both hands under Tifa's shirt and pulled it off, burying her face in Tifa's breasts.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while" - [info]dropsofviolet, 2008-06-13 04:33 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while" - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-13 05:36 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while" - [info]mitsuhachi, 2008-06-13 09:00 pm UTC
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Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Tseng, Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do/I'm hopelessly devote
[info]karanguni
2008-06-13 05:29 pm UTC (link)
'You'll wait,' Rufus says.

Tseng says nothing; his eyes are dark, watchful. 'Sir,' he replies, eventually.

He's on his knees a minute later, down between Rufus' legs, his tie slithering off his neck. Rufus wraps it around his hand, once, twice, then lets it unravel. 'Belt,' he commands.

A clink of metal, a rub of fabric and something thicker. Rufus accepts the leather length from Tseng. 'Hands,' he says.

The Turk raises them, puts them on either one of the arms of Rufus' chair. The tie binds his right down. Rufus wraps the belt around Tseng's left. Pauses. Touches Tseng's hair, runs his nails down the edge of Tseng's ear. Tseng hisses. Says nothing.

Rufus kicks Tseng's legs apart. 'Your mouth,' he says. Tseng looks at him again; one second, two. Does not bow his head until Rufus chuckles, the sound deep, the vibration of it going through his body.

When Tseng presses his nose into the crease of Rufus' pants, Rufus presses the toe of his leather shoes up between his Turk's legs. Tseng moans, quietly, and opens his mouth. Rufus can feel teeth against fabric against skin against his cock. Tseng bites down on his zip.

'No,' the President says. The air goes thick. Tseng's head dips, and the pressure is harder this time. Insistent. Rufus can feel the humidity of Tseng's breath.

Slowly, he rubs the length of his shoe against Tseng's crotch. The laces catch on the seams; Tseng stiffens, then cants his hips into it. Jerks when Rufus starts to thrust his foot upwards. Breathes erratically when Rufus slides fingers through his hair to push his face downwards.

Rufus tilts his head back, his mouth open on a sigh as Tseng runs a wet tongue over dry cotton. 'Suck,' he orders. Tseng's mouth is open, hungry, barely enough, too much. Rufus feels his cock jump when Tseng nudges forward with his nose. He fucks the Turk's face with rhythmic, controlled movements. His nails claw crescent marks into the back of Tseng's neck. Tseng's fingers dig into the leather of Rufus' chair. Rufus watches them curl and uncurl, waits for it.

Tseng can't hold back a small, tortured groan when Rufus presses his foot up hard against his balls. 'Do you want to come?' the President asks, his voice silky.

'Yes,' Tseng says, one word in the darkness.

Rufus laughs throatily, and pushes his foot flush against Tseng's dick. 'Fuck yourself,' he says. 'Get yourself messy.'

He watches as Tseng spreads his legs further, licks his lips when Tseng starts to sweat and grunt with the effort of forcing his hips downwards. Imagines how wet Tseng must be, how hard. Tseng pants, jerks, but tries to wear his dignity like the blazer about his shoulders. 'Please,' he's forced to say when Rufus keeps quiet. 'Sir.'

'Not yet,' Rufus says, and then he drags Tseng's head down and muffles Tseng's face against his cloth covered erection. Half a minute, and Tseng's fighting for air, starting to make desperate noises, teeth and tongue and lips desperately tracing the zip of Rufus' pants. A minute in and Tseng's actually loud, please, god, let me come, air, please, words all gibberish, his lungs seizing as he humps Rufus' foot, his entire body now moving in one smooth, long curve.

Rufus hisses yes, now, closes his eyes and lets his orgasm wash over him just as the edges of Tseng's vision start to go black. Tseng comes hard against the front of his pants, whimpering when Rufus lets him up, his legs jerking spasmodically as he dirties himself and gulps in breaths of air that is thick with the smell of the President's sex.

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Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vossler, manly lotions and exfoliation
[info]ellnyx
2008-06-13 06:24 pm UTC (link)

Vossler gags before Balthier relents.

The pirate unlaces his fingers from Vossler’s hair; Vossler is abrupt as he pulls away, rocking back on his heels. His eyes are watering that he can’t see, coughing; he can hear Balthier’s breath speeding, hears the slap of flesh on flesh without recognizing it –

“Ah, and this is how the fates teach us to aim –“

-- and Vossler then has more than mere tears in his eyes to consider.

The taste of come burns at his lips; the stripes across his cheek and eye sear like a flaming scar. Vossler’s rage blinds him more than the spend. The pirate’s neck meets his hands, and they fall, knee to knee; Vossler is intent on throttling the creature, or possibly breaking his head against a nearby rock if he could find one; yet the sand proves nothing more than an abrasive cushion beneath them. More of it gets in Vossler’s eyes, across his face as they roll, wrestling, until the pirate ends up on his back and Vossler over. Vossler only hopes the sand is likewise filling the pirate’s pants where they hobble him around his knees. Either that, or is getting into an otherwise sweat-slick and bothersome crevasse.

Balthier’s fingers rub at his come, spreading it across Vossler’s cheek, an insult almost as searing as the sound of the pirate’s restricted laugh.

“Come now, Captain,” Balthier says, drier than the desert even with his voice crimped from Vossler’s chokehold. “I would have thought a man of your advanced years would be delighted at my consideration for the state of your skin.”

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Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Zell, unarmed combat
[info]pegunicent
2008-06-13 07:14 pm UTC (link)
Zell moves like a dancer. A dancer who fights. A fighter who bakes battle into another dance. Every motion is a perfect orchestration of muscle and sinew. Every punch and kick and spin proof of a weapon honed to a razor edge.

He is beautiful.

And when he touches me, I can almost believe he's something I can have. Because all that grace and training is lost and he's a novice with enthusiasm and a few guilty glances at a porn mag somewhere to give him ideas and he comes to me.

Callused hands and chapped lips run all over me, learning everything they can. He licks marks onto my neck, flicks my nipples with his tongue, and traces the heat of my length through straining leather. The only thing I can do is kiss him, hold him to me tightly and show him how I like it. Arch and sigh within the powerful cradle of his arms.

I don't know why he wants me. There are any number of reasons. But I know the reason I let him in. I need him. I need the nervous glances, the hesitant touches, the way his eyes light up sky blue when I take control and show him what I want. I need the way he shivers around my fingers and tries so hard not to be scared. I need the broken little moan he makes right before I scrape over his prostate and make him scream.

He's beautiful. When he's dancing, or fighting, or clawing my back with his hips rocking hard to my own. He's a master of his own body; a living weapon. So when he comes to me and places shy kisses behind my ears, or kisses me like the first time all over again, I get the terrible urge to keep him. To own him, if I could. My Zell.

But I would never be able to let him go again. And I can't dance.

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Final Fantasy XII: Vossler/Ashe, Gangsters, A harmless foot massage.
[info]eider
2008-06-13 07:36 pm UTC (link)
Amalia is untouchable. Vossler knows that, surely as he knows anything else in this dangerous world. Even if she weren't still in her mourning blacks, he hasn't forgotten his own place. It has only been a month, after all.

But she is beautiful, silhouetted in the doorway; beautiful in the wan morning light that fights its way through the city smog.

She comes in the room and drapes herself over the divan, one shoe unbuckled and hanging from her toes. It's more out of exasperation than seduction; he does not delude himself. But just the same, he's distracted by the curve of her ankle, the visible lace of black stockings at her thigh. His pulse trips over his best attempts at logic, skidding giddily through his veins.

"Amalia," he begins.

"Please," she says, and there's an--earnestness--to her voice, frightening in its intensity. Being who she is, she ought not to be so honest. She ought not to need, and she certainly should never plead for it.

He stands up straighter. "What is it?"

She's unpinning her hat, her hands as steady as any of her father's gunmen. Steadier: she's still standing and they fell, to a man; she has not forgotten it. It's Vossler who feels unbalanced, hair-trigger, watching her nails click against the delicate, black-beaded pins. She says, "We are the only two here," and he doesn't move, every nerve singing warning. One at a time, tiny pins hit the floor.

"Vossler." For the first time she looks at him. Her eyes are blue the way a bruise is blue, the color too saturated, too steeped in hurt. She jabs the last pin into the side of her hat. Vicious. "I am tired of pretense. Sit."

It is a dangerous game, but one that he finds himself not unwilling to play. And the word of a Dalmasca is, after all, law. It is not for him to argue.

He sits.

The divan is high-backed; not meant for two. She is petite, but when he leans back to accommodate her, his shoulder holster digs into his side. A fitting reminder. He clears his throat. "Amalia--"

She shakes her head, her eyebrows eloquently stating her case. He would not have lasted long in his position if he did not know how best to serve the Dalmasca family. "Very well, then. Ashelia."

"Thank you." Her eyelashes flutter closed and she sighs in a way that's indecent. He can't stop looking at her face, because if he lets himself glance at her throat, the smooth white rise of her breasts just visible at the neckline of her blouse--her stockinged foot in his lap--

His train of thought shudders from its rails, demolished. She hasn't even opened her eyes, but she wiggles her toes at him. "Take my mind off things, will you?"

She never was an insolent child, not fanciful or greedy. Well, no more greedy than any of them. She is a child no longer, and she is not her (late) husband; she is not her (late) father. Maybe what she's asking for is all that she really wants.

Like he's handling stolen jewels, he cups her small foot in his hands. Her hose is slippery, silk; the skin beneath is cold but warms quickly to his touch.

Even in black, even bruised, she is inviolate; she has weathered the storms where the rest of her family has failed. She does not look at him as he caresses her, but some of the trouble has faded from her face.

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Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Quistis, the broad side of a barn
[info]eider
2008-06-13 08:41 pm UTC (link)
Irvine stands closer than he ought to; technically there doesn't need to be full-body contact to show someone the proper stance and grip for shooting a rifle. But standing too close is what he /does/, really, and Quistis isn't complaining. Yet. He's got one hand on her elbow, and the other resting on her waist--surely he's pushing his luck. She tilts up her chin to bring the target into sight, and she doesn't even glare at him.

She squeezes the trigger a second before he can tell her to fire, and the push of the rifle brings them that much closer together. Mm, but he's looking forward to these little... lessons.

--He looks at the paper targets three times before he'll admit it's the truth. The shot's not perfect, but it's damn respectable. So much for his teaching! "Are you just naturally good at /everything/ you do?"

Quistis shoulders the rifle she borrowed off him. It's not quite natural, the movement, the balance. You can see in the way her fingers strain that the gun isn't her preferred weapon. But the effect is still elegant, nonetheless. Exeter's long smooth shape resting on her shoulder mirrors the column of her long, smooth neck. And those long, slim legs--

"Quit looking so incredulous, Kinneas." She flips down the gun (more quickly than he'd have given her credit for), and aims at the distant target again. Her voice is her Instructor voice, but her smile is unexpectedly sweet, genuine. "Or do I need to repeat the demonstration?"

"No ma'am." Irvine's grinning now; he likes it when she sounds less the teacher and more the--well, more the a woman who's won a bet, because that's what she is. "Your point's quite made, Quisty, so tonight's drinks are on me."

"Drinks?"

"What, you'd rather dinner? When the lady proposes a bet, naturally I assume--"

"Who said anything about drinks?" Quistis' smile changes a little, and Irvine gets the distinct impression that the targets have shifted. They're not aiming for that remote paper figure anymore. Come to think of it, he's not even the one doing the aiming.

He can't find it in his heart to give a damn, either.

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Banana Fish, Ash/Eiji, confession (part 1)
[info]dorrie6
2008-06-13 09:07 pm UTC (link)
Maybe the way lovers do


The room was too warm, and Eiji pushed off his comforter, shifting irritably under the sheets. His foot hit something solid, and he groaned. "Sing, is that you?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The figure at the edge of his bed was not Sing.

"Ash!" Eiji cried, hands flying to his face. "You are--" He closed his eyes and then opened them again. Nothing had changed. "Ash!" He reached out his hand to touch, but then, realizing Ash was shirtless, pulled back, face flushed. "I'm--" he stuttered, staring at the motionless face in front of him. "Sorry. Why do you look at me like that?"

Ash blinked. "I thought this'd be in Japanese."

"What do you mean?" Eiji asked, frowning.

"Didn't expect you'd dream in English," Ash said.

"Oh," Eiji's heart sank. "This is a dream."

"You thought I came back from the dead?" Ash smiled. "Some rules even I can't break."

"How are you so real?" Eiji asked, reaching out again, and touching Ash's shoulder. "This time is different."

"You dream about me a lot?" Ash asked.

"Yes," Eiji said, unthinking, then panicked as Ash began to grin. "I mean--"

"This is different," Ash said, suddenly serious. "I don't know how, but I know you brought me here." His eyes were fixed on Eiji's. "You were thinking about me."

"I am always..." Eiji trailed off, heat rising in his cheeks.

If Ash noticed, he ignored it. "So what's different about this dream?" he asked.

"You--" Eiji swallowed hard. "You do not usually come to my bed." He gestured toward Ash's shirtless form. "Not like this."

Ash quirked an eyebrow. "Eiji, you've seen me like this a hundred times."

"No--" Eiji's face was only getting hotter. "It is different."

Ash was silent, studying Eiji's face. "That must be it, then," he said, finally, nodding. "This is what you need." He reached out his hand and stroked Eiji's cheek, speaking softly. "After so many years, still hanging on to this." He brought his face so close that Eiji could feel his breath, and then suddenly he was kissing Eiji, long and sweet.

"I wanted to do this," Eiji gasped. "So much. I--"

Ash placed a finger over Eiji's mouth. "Shhhhh--" He kissed him again, lips warm and impossibly soft.

Eiji pulled away, gripping Ash's shoulders. "Please, I want to tell you--"

"Stop," Ash said, pushing their foreheads together. "It's not good for you. You should be over me already."

Eiji shook his head. "Never--"

"Don't." Ash kissed him again, hard. "I'm here. Enjoy this. Right here, right now." His voice dropped to a rough whisper. "Then forget me."

"Ash," Eiji began to protest, but he was silenced by another kiss as Ash guided him gently back to his pillow, stretching his own body over Eiji's until they were fitted perfectly together. Ash threaded his fingers together with Eiji's and then moved his mouth down his neck and over his chest, leaving kisses all along the way. He kissed his way down to Eiji's stomach, and then--

"No," Eiji said, pushing himself up on his elbows.

Ash paused, hovering catlike over Eiji, skin glowing in the moonlight. "I thought this was what you wanted."

Eiji sat up, pulling Ash's hands to his chest. "Other people have always been taking from you. That is all they do," he said. "If this is my one chance, I want to give you something."

Ash's eyes widened. "You're really missing out," he said, smirking. "Men have paid big money for this, y'know."

Eiji frowned. "Stop joking. I am serious."

"Eiji Okumura," Ash said, shifting his hands so that he could run his thumbs over Eiji's palms, studying them as though he could read the future. "There's not another one like you in the whole world." He looked up at Eiji. "Do you even know what to do?"

"I think I will figure it out," Eiji said, sliding to the floor and pulling Ash around so he could settle between his legs.

His hands were shaking a little, and he ran them over Ash's thighs, shivering as his thumb brushed the bulge at the front of his jeans. Of course my subconscious put you in jeans, he thought, smiling.

"Something funny?" Ash asked.

Eiji looked up into his face, half-hidden in shadow. "I wish I could photograph you, just like this."

Ash's eyes glittered. "You're stalling."

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Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Aeris, our own comfort [1/2]
[info]tainted4life
2008-06-13 09:52 pm UTC (link)
The long and short of why is this: climbing Fort Condor is excruciating. And while Cloud and Barret are used to that sort of grueling hike, Tifa can see plainly that Aeris is not.

Tifa smiles to herself as she watches Aeris, fresh from a long, hot soak, collapse onto one of the beds. The flannel nightgown is damp from being put on too hastily—not that Tifa can blame her; they're pretty much surrounded by men. The line of Aeris's body is still tense enough that Tifa knows the bath didn't do much good.

She looks down at the two bottles in her hands, then impulsively puts the ether away. She uncaps the remedy. Its scent is soothing. To her, it smells of chamomile, lavender, and honey. But everybody reacts slightly differently to remedies; Aeris once mentioned that they smelled like vanilla to her.

"Are your legs still hurting?"

Aeris looks up from her place on the bed. She's about to say 'no', Tifa can see it, but then her gaze lands on the opened remedy. Her eyes glint as she admits that the muscles in her legs are still tight and cramping.

Tifa moves toward the other woman, settling herself onto the end of the bed. "Just roll onto your stomach," she says, warming the syrupy remedy in the palms of her hands. If it gets too warm, it will revert to a liquid, will become as useless a massage oil as water.

Aeris giggles just a little as she rolls. That lithe body relaxes just a tad as she places her forearms on a pillow and rests her head on her arms.

Tifa sets the bottle on the nightstand and starts at the bottom of the Cetra's legs, slowly rubbing the remedy from Aeris's ankles up to the undersides of her knees. Then, gently, she begins to knead the tightened muscles of her legs. She starts on the right leg, amazed at how tense those shapely calves are, even after a relaxing bath.

Slowly, as she continues the massage, the right calf begins to relax.

"You've got so many knots in your legs," she breathes. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I promise I'll say something next time," Aeris replies, voice light and quiet. She lets out a soft cry, jerks her hips when Tifa presses against a knot, working it loose with gentle fingers.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean for it to hurt."

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Cowboy Bebop, Vicious/Gren, between the bomb shells
[info]ponderosa121
2008-06-13 10:48 pm UTC (link)
On nights like this, when the air inside the Rester is hot and heavy, the music takes Gren. The notes rise soft and slow like lazy curls of cigarette smoke and pull him in. They hold him beneath the surface and drown him in the beat of the past. The hum of his saxophone fades into sweeping wind and rising in its wake comes the soft, plinking notes of a tiny music box.

Only the crazy ones thought they'd make it out of there. The bombs came screaming down in waves that followed no pattern. Gren hadn't been sure if knowing when they'd hit would be better or worse. The reality was, he hadn't been sure of anything. The only constant was Vicious.

"Six today," Vicious had said. He left his rifle on a table covered in dust and things left behind.

"Two."

"You're too soft."

"Seven wounded." Smiling threatened to crack Gren's lips. The air had been so dry.

"Tired?"

A shockwave rattled the already crumbling building. Vicious's hand on his face had steeled his nerves. "Not that tired."

Gren blinks. The Rester has emptied, the bar a row of empty stools. He packs up with numb fingers and leaves through the back. Snow crunches beneath his feet. Tonight it's rain not debris that falls from the sky, and somewhere between Heaven and here, the drops turn to ice. Gren hunches forward to avoid their stinging kisses. He can't help but compare the weight of the case slung over his shoulder to the burdens he'd carried on Titan.

Groups of twos and threes pass him by, thugs and hustlers mostly; people like that are thick in this part of town. No one bothers him. His path has been his alone for a good while now.

His alone until Julia had shown up dragging her own ghosts along, and now...now he only has one path to walk.

Killing a man is as fresh in his mind as the soft brush of lips on his hip and the tickle of long hair sliding across his stomach. He remembers the taste of sweat, quietly echoing laughter, and kisses that had lasted for hours. He remembers the crushing press of a warm body, fingers skidding over his bare chest. Vicious could be remarkably gentle, slender fingers never forcing their way inside, just stroking him open, slow and methodical and perfect. Pausing at the mouth of an alley, Gren squints up at the sky, the dark snarl of clouds like smoke. He wants to think it was him that brought out the best in Vicious, but the ache twisting his chest knows it was just the darkness.

Vicious had been beautiful in the shadows.

Gren adjusts the strap on his shoulder and resumes walking. From an open window a few stories up the noise of a television turned up high bounces off the brick. "Tomorrow looks to bring a break from the slush," a forecaster is saying. "Clear skies for Callisto."

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Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth, sensuality, "Remedial lessons in how to be alive."
[info]skeren
2008-06-14 03:01 am UTC (link)
She sighed at him. Then again, her sighing at him happened fairly often, and for the life, death? of him he couldn't figure out why she cared. He had killed her, shouldn't she be at least disturbed by him?

But no, instead she sighed. She made disappointed faces at him when he tried to dodge her entirely, and she didn't give him enough space when he yielded to them. He didn't understand her. She forgave him for killing her.

She forgave him for trying to kill everything, and that stymied him. She didn't even get upset that he felt the need to prod at Cloud so... for the most part. Then again, he could defend himself on that, because did she do any less? Truly?

He didn't however, have any idea what she wanted with him today. "What? You have others to bother, why do you focus on me?"

"Silly man. I've been trying real hard to get you ready, but you just won't try will you?" She reached for his hair, and only the nebulous forms that the lifestream cast around him kept him still to the touch, and he didn't understand the sad smile she gave him in reply.

"Ready for what?" The touch finally made him twitch, and he lifted his hand to catch her wrist, staring down at her intensely.

"Life. Real life, rebirth, learning to live properly." She stepped closer, shook her head slightly. "But you have to be clean before you can, and the lifestream works in some very odd ways. Will you let me wash the last of the Calamity out of you?"

"If I do that, I'll finally be nothing. Forgotten." He narrowed his eyes at her, felt his breath, something he only did because he remembered to he was sure, shake a little as she pressed a butterfly soft kiss against his chest.

"You won't be forgotten. You were a great man. Once. Then you were a terror. People will remember, maybe not you, but what you did." She pressed another kiss, pulling her hand free of his gently and stroking his cheek. "Don't you want peace?"

The action and the words made him meet her eyes, something he usually strove not to do, and he found he had no answer. Was that not what he'd once wanted? Quiet and to be let be? When did he become obsessed with existing? "I will not cease to be."

"No, no you won't, I promise you won't." She shook her head, pulled him unresisting down into a kiss, pulled back from it to study his face. "Let me do this for you. Maybe you'll finally be convinced that I don't blame you anymore for killing me."

"I wanted you dead." He hesitated, then ran his hand up her back.

"Yeah, you did. Which I'm not happy about, but hey, lots of people have wanted me dead, or in a lab, or otherwise occupied. I'd take dead over torture." She shook her head, leaned into his body, and ran her fingers over his clothes, dissolving him from the image of himself so he was bare man. "But I'm not doing this entirely for you. Maybe it's a little for me too, hmm?"

"What?" He froze, registering the brush of lifestream, feeling vulnerable without armor he didn't even use anymore, if he ever did.

"Maybe I want to send you back clean for both of us. I didn't get a normal start to life either. I remember you. From before. So just... stop protesting so much, eh?" She pulled him down into another kiss, using his shock to take advantage of it, her clothes melting away much as his had, causing him to freeze at the feel of her.

"Why not go back yourself?" He shivered, feeling her small hands moving over his skin, not with his permission in the least, but he wasn't stopping her, even if he could feel her doing something deeper inside than the teasing touch.

"I can't. The Lifestream needs me here for now. I don't know if it will ever decide to let me go... and it doesn't want you here. It will rush you along, back to life, if I could just cleanse you."

And she was pushing, making him settle back, making him realized he could argue her. He didn't want to though, had lost the urge at some point. He wanted what she wanted, for the moment. He was curious. He wanted to see if this would work as she thought, if he would be... free after this.

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Second Part! - [info]skeren, 2008-06-14 03:01 am UTC
Re: Second Part! - [info]aikonamika, 2008-06-14 03:11 am UTC
Re: Second Part! - [info]skeren, 2008-06-14 05:26 am UTC
Re: Second Part! - [info]ladynero, 2008-06-14 03:14 am UTC
Re: Second Part! - [info]skeren, 2008-06-14 07:53 am UTC
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human." - 1/2
[info]chichirinoda
2008-06-14 03:15 am UTC (link)
ShinRa Tower after hours was a quiet, almost serene place in comparison to the daytime hours. While it never truly slept, the energy level did drop along with the light levels. The front doors were locked and the ever-present hum of customer service personnel and tourists were gone. Offices were shut down for the night, and troops - both normal human and SOLDIER - retired to their barracks.

But there were a few places that one could be almost guaranteed to find someone working at all hours.

One was the Research Division, particularly Hojo's private labs. No one had ever been able to give a reliable account of Hojo sleeping, so it couldn't actually be proven that he ever did.

Another was Engineering, where Reeve at least was popularly assumed to have brought a cot in and stashed it somewhere, as he rarely seemed to leave.

The last was Administrative Research - the Turks.

Not all of the Turks were as obsessive and - dare it be said - anal retentive as he was, but Tseng considered that a bonus. He honestly liked his job, most of the time. He liked the action, and enjoyed the interplay between his coworkers. He liked his boss, Veld. He even liked the novelty of occasionally being assigned to work with non-Turks, such as his recent mission with Zack to Banora.

But while he liked all of those things, he preferred solitude the best, and the quiet of the office after the other Turks had headed off home was his favourite time to work. He used the time to catch up on paperwork, generally. And it was really the only time he could do paperwork without being interrupted.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

He was nose-deep in a report about the growing gang problem in Sector 2 slums, ornamented with Reno's colourful commentary, when he was roused by a knock on the door.

"Come in," he called, setting the report down on his desk and closing the cover for confidentiality reasons.

Whomever he might have expected, it wasn't Sephiroth, but when the SOLDIER stepped into his office and closed the door behind him Tseng rose to his feet immediately and greeted him without visible surprise.

"Sephiroth, what can I do for you this evening?"

Sephiroth, on the other hand, seemed uncharacteristically hesitant. He took some time in looking at Tseng, but when their eyes met Tseng was struck by the determination in them.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, Tseng," Sephiroth said. "Do you have a moment to discuss something with me?"

Tseng's eyebrows climbed and he resumed his seat. "Of course. What did you have in mind?"

Sephiroth moved towards the desk and stopped. "Banora."

Tseng had to tilt his head quite far back to look up at him. "What about it?"

"I've read the reports you and Zack filed," Sephiroth said. He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. "I just want the rest of the story. What did Genesis say to you? And Angeal?"

That wasn't much better, and Sephiroth likely knew it. Tseng smiled and didn't lean back or away. "You've read the report, Sephiroth. Do you think something's been omitted?"

Sephiroth straightened up, making a quiet sound of disgust. "Of course something's been omitted. Something's always omitted."

"Why don't you ask Zack for the full story?" Tseng asked neutrally, folding his hands together and watching Sephiroth's distress. Though the SOLDIER was trying not to show it, it was clear to his eye that the defection of his two friends was killing him.

"I did," Sephiroth replied. "He gave me some. Now I want the rest, from you."

Tseng rose to his feet. "And what makes you think something's been omitted from Zack's account?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. He wondered what Zack had said.

Sephiroth turned and pinned Tseng with that gaze again. The Turk felt his mouth go dry and his heart rate increase. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. "Because you're a Turk, and Zack's a puppy who doesn't know what to look at, what to remember, or what to say," he said.

Tseng had always found the SOLDIER Firsts fascinating. There was something about that incredible power that they had to leash so tightly, that drew him.

Perhaps that was what pulled him around his desk and over to the taller man. Sephiroth stood still and let him come.

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Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human." - 2/2 - [info]chichirinoda, 2008-06-14 03:17 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human." - 2/2 - [info]mystiri_1, 2008-06-16 08:55 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Tseng, "He was only human." - 2/2 - [info]chichirinoda, 2008-06-16 03:00 pm UTC
Firefly, Jayne/Simon, untouched
[info]katekintail
2008-06-14 03:41 am UTC (link)
Let it be said that Jayne Cobb liked the ladies all right. He liked ‘em on their backs, skirts up to their armpits, callin’ out his name. He liked the control and the power and the thrusting- oh gods, yes, the thrusting. That part was always good. But what he liked most, what he craved and never got, was bein’ on the other end of that there situation. He wanted to be controlled, to be told what to do, to be fucked long and hard and without gorram mercy.

Now there were really only two men on the ship who could give him that. The captain was above him, of course, and had showed more than once he wasn’t afraid to assert his dominance if that’s what was called for. Of course, being locked in a hatch and threatened within an inch of your life wasn’t the most stimulating of positions, and there hadn’t been anything sexual about that. Jayne soon came to realize he wasn’t going to get anything from the captain. Mal wasn’t sly.

With Wash married and Book religiously celibate, that only left one man: Simon. But one was enough. *Simon* was enough.

Jayne stood outside the infirmary, looking in through one of the windows. He stood a ways back, so he could just see inside but if Simon glanced out, the man probably wouldn’t notice Jayne. Of course, even if he did, Simon wouldn’t see that Jayne had his hand down his pants.

Jayne would have liked it better if he’d been inside, strapped down to the table, with Simon hovering over him. Maybe he’d have some sort of knife or a needle or maybe he’d just be standing there with that look—that look that said he could do absolutely anything to Jayne and Jayne would have no way of stopping him.

Simon could take that pair of tiny, silver scissors and slowly cut Jayne’s shirt away. He could put clamps on Jayne’s nipples or, maybe, just run his finger around each, toying with them the way Jayne was playing with his dick just now. Simon could find some medicinal balm and rub it over Jayne’s chest, of course saving most of it for the more sensitive areas later. And Jayne— bound at the wrists and ankles—could do nothing to stop him.

The ship’s doctor would be quiet, precise, exact. He’d study the specimen, circling him in one direction and then the other, driving Jayne into a frenzy of anticipation. Jayne would try to wriggle and writhe as Simon’s fingers came close then pulled away just short of belt or skin. Jayne could use every Chinese swear word he knew and beg all he liked but the doctor was in charge.

Jayne’s cock would be hard, just like it was now. But Simon’s fingers would be soft from years of care and lack of menial labor. When they touched Jayne, the man would cry out so loudly that no one on the ship would be left in any doubt about what was happening down in the infirmary. As it was now, Jayne bit his tongue and kept his mouth closed tightly. He couldn’t help rubbing himself now to the fantasy. Best of all was Simon standing just feet away with no ruttin’ idea it was happening. The doctor was doing this to Jayne without even trying, without even touching.

But Simon was magnificent at it. Simon with those deep blue eyes and that proper, nearly-pressed shirt. As Jayne fisted his cock so fast it was a blur, he could imagine the way Simon’s body would touch his, pressing heavily in all the right places. A medic would certainly know exactly what buttons to push and when to push ‘em. He’d put something around Jayne’s dick to keep it calm and make this last until Jayne was practically crying with the desire.

He’d be desperate and Simon would insist Jayne call him ‘Doctor Tam.’ And Jayne would. By Gods he would! And he’d come magnificently, shooting in ribbons all over the sterile infirmary, instead of in his pants like he was now.

Jayne kept his eyes trained on Simon as he leaned back, banging his head against the wall and breathed in and out heavily through clenched teeth. His orgasm lasted forever, but it was still far too short. When it was over, he yanked his hand out and rubbed it against the leg of his jeans with a sigh.

And then the door opened and Simon appeared there, just a few paces away. “Jayne?” he asked.

Jayne froze for a second then curled his lip. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

Simon shook his head and headed upstairs. Janye retreated back to his bunk, walking stiffly.

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Re: Firefly, Jayne/Simon, untouched - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-16 01:43 pm UTC
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Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Zack/Cloud, genderswitch, She could dominate them like this-part one
[info]icedark_elf
2008-06-14 03:49 am UTC (link)
Everything had shivered, and when it stopped, Aeris could only lay there, staring at the ceiling of the church.

What had just happened? She felt very, very odd....

And those were boobs against her side.

Glancing over, where Zack had been sleeping, she blinked. Black spiky hair, check. Sleeping person, yes.

Zack being a girl. Okay. New thing there. Cloud was right behind Zack and it only took a moment for Aeris to realize that he was different as well.

And so was she.

The planet making soft, vague sounds in the back of her head, Aeris looked down at herself. The planet was -laughing-. Never good. And now she could see why. Well, wasn't that different?

It wasn't like she was wearing clothing to block the view. Flat chest, narrow hips, and she knew for a fact she hadn't woken up with -that- this morning.

Of course, she was also pretty sure that Zack and Cloud hadn't gone to sleep with breasts after a roll through her flowers.

It registered that she was actually larger than Zack now, and he was tucked under her arm, his own arm draped over her stomach.

He looked so delicate, and very sleepy as he woke up. Sleepy violet eyes blinked up at her, and then Zack smiled.

"Hey, babe," he said, and Aeris could -feel- that he wasn't aware of anything changing. No panic, no fear, nothing. Just sleepy snuggle feelings. Something she knew very well after all this time with him.

It felt very odd when he slithered up her chest to give her a kiss, and not only did it feel odd, but it felt kinda nice. And distracting.

Wasn't very hard to roll them both over, pinning Zack under herself slightly. It was so very easy to do. And it suddenly occurred to her that she should enjoy this for however long it lasted.

All too often, she was aware of how much Zack held back. Even if he wasn't a SOLDIER, wasn't enhanced enough to break stone with a punch, he was still larger, heavier, stronger than she was.

Not right now.

Right now, she was the larger one.

Zack arched under her as she pressed him tighter against the floor, her hands roaming as she kissed him hard. If things were going to be like this, she was going to enjoy it, just for a little while. And might as well figure out how things went from this side of it, right? A learning experience.

That's what she told herself as she let her hands move, Zack returning the favor, his fingers small and so very nice at touching. She didn't want that right yet, though.

Instead, she moved down his body, mouth trailing over his throat, his shoulders. Knowing what felt good for a girl, she let her tongue flick along his skin, over the swell of breasts and the edge of teeth along a nipple.

It was still Zack's moans in her ears, just a higher, throaty pitch instead of the deeper rumbles she remembered. He still reacted like Zack, his fingers tangling into her hair as she went lower, mouth pressing up against him, tongue sliding over skin made even more sensitive by the teasing. Her hands, larger now, fit so neatly along his waist and hips, pulling him to meet her mouth, tongue tasting him in this new way.

It didn't seem to take long at all for Zack's thighs to tense, feet pressing him closer to her lips, and she could feel the trembles running through him. Even female, he didn't have any nails to speak of, and his fingertips were blunt against her scalp as he gave a groan.

Looking up the line of his body, she couldn't help but smile, even as she lapped a few more times. Was this why he liked to do this? To see her arched that way?

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Zack/Cloud, genderswitch, She could dominate them like this-part two - [info]icedark_elf, 2008-06-14 03:50 am UTC
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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Zack/Cloud, genderswitch, She could dominate them like this-part two - [info]pegunicent, 2008-06-14 06:46 am UTC
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Digital Devil Saga, Argilla/Jinana "Your G-d shall be my G-d, your people my people..."
[info]mitsuhachi
2008-06-14 04:18 am UTC (link)
(reposted to fix typos)

“Her name is Sera,” Argilla explains, pausing to watch the girl sit in the window and sing. Jinana’s face goes soft and…young looking as she listens to Sera’s prayer. It’s hard to look at her like that, but good. Argilla tightens her fingers around Jinana’s hand. “She keeps us safe. Even if you don’t eat, she’ll protect you. You’ll be safe with us.”

Heat growls at them both a little from where he’d been standing, leaning against the wall down the corridor from Sera’s room for no reason he cared to explain. “You’d better eat though. You’ll get weak. ‘S bad enough we can’t get her to eat—you better not make it worse.”

“Aw, giv’em a break, mon—dey just got ‘ere!” Cielo called, popping up behind him from around the corner. “Geez, Heat. Anyway, look who wanted to come say hello to our new comrade? Mister Kittycat! ‘Lo, Jinana!” He holds up one of the cat’s paws and waves it at the green-haired woman.

“Heat—can you go to the command room? Serph needs you.”Gale sets a folder of intelligence data on Cielo’s head, distracting their resident Rastafarian enough to let the cat escape. “You I need for debriefing about the base while we were gone. You took reports from the other tribemembers for me?” Cielo cringes and ducks away from a second set of reports.

“Uh. Ja. Course I did. I was just… right.” He flashes a smile over his shoulder, surprisingly sweet, at the two of them. “I’ll see ya later, ja? ‘S good you’re here.” Argilla nods at him, strangely reluctant to turn and see whether the other woman is as well.

“I could show you where your sleeping quarters will be, now, if you like,” she offers neutrally, hesitating. “They’re near mine anyway.”

The fingers of Jinana’s free hand are still cold and wet from the rain outside, but they warm as she draws the slowly across Argilla’s cheek. “It’s a good tribe, the Embryon. It will be an honor to fight with you.” And there aren’t words then for the feeling that gives her.

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