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Tweak says, "Elena/Snape OTP"

telesilla (telesilla) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2008-06-12 02:38:00

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round four

Prompt List: Round Four (I-R)
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 I-R post. Characters, numbers and A-H prompts are here and the S-Z and Crossover prompts are 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, briar_pipe was kind enough to give me a list of some of the full names of the various anime/manga prompts (if they're screwed up, it's my fault, not hers). 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.

I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, Chuck/Larry, trial and error

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Mutt/Agent Paul Smith, secrets

Indiana Jones, Indy/Marion, honeymoon

Innocent Bird, Beelzebub/blindfolded corset girl, substitute
Innocent Bird, Beelzebub/Sariel, invading your dreams
Innocent Bird, Beelzebub/Shirasagi, substitute

Inuyasha, Miroku/Sango, cooking
Inuyasha: Inuyasha/Kagome, only the strong survive/demon's kiss

Invader Zim, Dib/Zim, hate sex, anger turns into blinding passion.

Iria: Zeiram the Animation, Iria/Fujikuro, bullet

Iron Man(movieverse), Tony/The suit, Forget Jarvis, what did a computer know about sex? Well, okay, there's the internet.
Iron Man, Jarvis/armor, robot perverts
Iron Man, Pepper/Tony, high heels
Iron Man, Pepper/Tony, strap on
Iron Man, Pepper/Tony, suit
Iron Man, Rhodey/armor, "is it as good as you thought it'd be?"
Iron Man, Rhodey/Jarvis, "yeah, he WOULD build you like that"
Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, badass
Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, competence
Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, excuses
Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, hand-to-hand
Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, recruiting
Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, replacement
Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, scars
Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, training exercise
Iron Man, Tony Stark/James Rhodes, balance
Iron Man, Tony/armor, oops
Iron Man, Tony/Jarvis, Big Brother is watching you
Iron Man, Tony/Jarvis, dirty talk
Iron Man, Tony/Jarvis, You know how I think you look?
Iron Man, Tony/Nick Fury, alcohol, "they were right about you"
Iron Man, Tony/Obadiah, prodigal son
Iron Man, Tony/Obadiah, world comes crashing down
Iron Man, Tony/Pepper, "Creeps up on you, doesn't it?"
Iron Man, Tony/Pepper, heart of stone
Iron Man, Tony/Pepper, push the button
Iron Man, Tony/Pepper/Jarvis, not that weird
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, "disconnect and self-destruct/one bullet at a time"
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, "narcisstic drama queen/craving fame and all its decadence"
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, cheap-ass date
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, college roommates
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, don't make me hurt you
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, learning to fly
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, new suit
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, no, that's MINE
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, over and over again
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, protect you from yourself
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, shit blowing up
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, sober
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, stripper auditions
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, throw of the dice
Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, You know I'm not

James Bond, Bond/M, out-maneuvered

Junjou Romantica, Usami Akihiko/Misaki, initiative

Kaiba, "Kaiba"/woman who solicits Kaiba in ep 1 , fucking yourself silly
Kaiba, Vanilla/"Chroniko"/, that's not supposed to go there!

Kaiji, Anyone/Kaiji, pirate AU
Kaiji, Endou/Kaiji, fair trade
Kaiji, Funai/Kaiji, trusting
Kaiji, Kaiji/Funai, turnabout and unfair play
Kaiji, Kaiji/Kazuya, in your dreams
Kaiji, Kaiji/Sahara, rock star
Kaiji, Kazuya/Ichijou, the hand that feeds you
Kaiji, Kazuya/Ichijou, the perks of being the boss's son
Kaiji, Kazuya/Kaiji, does it hurt when I do this?
Kaiji, Kazuya/Kaiji, possession
Kaiji, Mikoko/Kaiji, awkwardness
Kaiji, Sahara/Kaiji, don't get any big ideas
Kaiji, Sahara/Kaiji, genderswitch (one or both)

Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~, Hazumu/Tomoyo, bridegroom
Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~, Hazumu/Yasuna, outdoors, "so sit on top of the world and show me how you're feeling"
Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~, Hazumu/Yasuna/Tomoyo, fireworks
Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~, Tomoyo/Yasuna, bubble gum runner
Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~, Yasuna/herself, technicolor dream

Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Adult Lambo/Adult Reborn, sulk
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Chrome solo, borrowed memories
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Chrome/Hibari/Mukuro, little girls with dirty minds
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Chrome/Hibari/Mukuro, possession
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Chrome/Mukuro, strength
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Dino/Hibari, more than anything else he hates to be tied down
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Haru/Gokudera, mutual crush
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Hibari solo, order
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Chrome, misplaced chivalry
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Mukuro, mercy
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Tsuna, birds and fish
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Lal Mirch/anyone, some kind of sadist
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Mukuro/Chrome/Hibari, can't stand weakness
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Mukuro/Hibari, I'm not a nice person but neither are you
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Mukuro/Hibari/Tsuna, cross-dressing
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Tsuna/Gokudera, mafia business
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, TYL!Tsuna/TYL!Gokudera, following around like a puppy
Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Xanxus/Squalo, knifeplay, all that stupid hair

Kingdom Hearts, Aerith/Cloud/Leon, threesome, It works for them
Kingdom Hearts, Axel/Roxas, Simple things. "My baby, he don't talk sweet, he ain't got much to say. But he loves me anyway."
Kingdom Hearts, Cloud/Riku, wingsex, sensitive skin
Kingdom Hearts, Cloud/Riku/Zack, sharing
Kingdom Hearts, Demyx/Kairi, recognition, "You're a lot like home"
Kingdom Hearts, Kairi/Namine, other!sex
Kingdom Hearts, Kairi/Riku/Sora, Roxas/Axel, "in my time of dying"
Kingdom Hearts, Kairi/Sora/Riku, first time(s)
Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, chocolate cake
Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, MPreg, The Dark had given him more than just a wing
Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud/Aeris, She could heal their wounds after they bloodied each other
Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud/Aeris, They weren't balanced alone, but together they could somehow hang on
Kingdom Hearts, Riku/Leon, autopilot, maiden flight of Riku’s newly built gummi ship
Kingdom Hearts, Riku/Sora, anthro
Kingdom Hearts, Roxas/Sora, Roxas/Axel, difference
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Cloud, They completed each other
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Leon, cornered, no way out
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Riku/Cloud, wing kink (excuse me if this has been done before. I can't remember)
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Riku, halloween town: "only 143 days left!!!"
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Riku, Trick-or-treating
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Riku/Kairi, sundirtwater
Kingdom Hearts, Xemnas/Cloud, Truce, "I'll ignore you if you ignore me"

Kingdom Hearts II, Auron/Sora, "If death and time be stronger, a love may yet be strong"
Kingdom Hearts II, Axel/Roxas, Old playmates on new seas
Kingdom Hearts II, Sora/Kairi/Riku, Triangulation
Kingdom Hearts II, Sora/Riku/Kairi, a case of the giggles

Kino's Journey, Kino/Nimya, just like flying
Kino's Journey, Kino/Nimya, possibilities
Kino's Journey, Kino/Nimya, three days

Kyou Kara Maou, Conrad (/Yuri), denied/delayed orgasm, honorably standing aside
Kyou Kara Maou, Conrad (/Yuri), denied/delayed orgasm, honorably standing aside
Kyou Kara Maou, Conrad/Wolfram, “I wanted to be you”
Kyou Kara Maou, Conrad/Wolfram, “I wanted to be you”
Kyou Kara Maou, Gwendal/Yozak, You should learn to relax,
Kyou Kara Maou, Yuri/Gwendal/, Zombie apocalypse
Kyou Kara Maou, Yuri/Gwendal/Conrad/Wolfram, It's good to be the king.
Kyou Kara Maou, Yuri/Gwendal/Conrad/Wolfram, It's good to be the king.
Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Conrad, crown and throne
Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Gwendal/Conrad/Wolfram, it runs in the family
Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram, one of a kind

L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz series, Dorothy/Ozma: cyclone.
L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz series, Dorothy/Ozma: field of poppies.
L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz series, Dorothy/Ozma: Kansas City jazz.

LA Confidential, White/Exley, dress uniforms

Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, “fear me, love me, do as I say”
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, punishment

Lamento, Asato/Konoe, belling the cat (collared)

Largo Winch, Joy/Kerensky, checkmate
Largo Winch, Joy/Kerensky, spies
Largo Winch, Largo/Simon, fast cars
Largo Winch, Largo/Simon, friends with benefits

Las Vegas, Danny McCoy/Mike Cannon, drunken double dare

Last Exile, Dio/Lucciola: Angels standing guard 'round the side of your bed.
Last Exile, Mullin/Alex: Speaking out of turn.

Law and Order: SVU, Fin/Lake, trouble

Legacy of Kain, Janos/Raziel, drunk, Janos’ aura is so pure I am drunk on the taste of it.

Looking for Group, Richard/Cale, elf ears
Looking for Group, Richard/Richard, the taste of pure evil
Looking for Group, Richard/Sooba, keeping secrets

Lord of the Rings, Boromir/Aragorn, alpha
Lord of the Rings, Faramir/Aragorn, archer

Lost, Ben/Jack, manipulation
Lost, Ben/Sayid, hopeless
Lost, Ben/Sayid/Juliet, games
Lost, Christian/Jack, loathing
Lost, Edward Mars/Kate, abuse of power
Lost, Jack/Kate/Sawyer, pregnancy
Lost, Jack/Sawyer, isolation
Lost, Jack/Sawyer, undertow
Lost, Sawyer/Sayid, anywhere but here
Lost, Sawyer/Sayid, breath play
Lost, Sawyer/Sayid, cage
Lost, Sawyer/Sayid, hard
Lost, Sawyer/Sayid, ice blue
Lost, Sawyer/Sayid, unwanted
Lost, Sawyer/Sayid, voices
Lost, Sawyer/Sayid/Jack, cock rings

Love & Rockets, Maggie/Hopey, experimenting

Loveless, Kio/Soubi, better than that
Loveless, Kio/Soubi, canvas
Loveless, Kio/Soubi, only in my dreams
Loveless, Kio/Soubi, oral fixation
Loveless, Kouya/Yamato, don't look back/don't turn around
Loveless, Kouya/Yamato, possession
Loveless, Koya/Yamato, denny's at 3am
Loveless, Koya/Yamato, giving explicit directions
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, "I shall never, in the years remaining, paint you pictures"
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, domesticity and service
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, junk food addiction
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, violence
Loveless, Ritsuka/Yuiko/Yayoi, zombie apocalypse
Loveless, Yamato/Kouya, "I just want to feel alive."
Loveless, Yamato/Kouya, "It never felt so good/it never felt so right/and we were glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife"
Loveless, Youji/Natsuo/Ritsuka, a lesson in topping

Luminous Arc, Leon/Nikolai, player
Luminous Arc, Leon/Nikolai, rivalry

Macross Frontier, Alto/Sheryl/Ranka, "she demanded an audience"
Macross Frontier, Michel/Altoh, it's a shame you gave up acting
Macross Frontier, Michel/Altoh, you'll never catch up to me in a hundred years
Macross Frontier, Michel/Klan Klan, size matters
Macross Frontier, Sheryl/Ranka, acting lessons
Macross Frontier, Sheryl/Ranka, girls night out

Magic Users Club, Aburatsubo/Takakura, wish fulfillment

Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Higuchi/Yako, media
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Higuchi/Yako, tea
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/X(Sai), battle
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, amusement park
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, basic instincts
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, cruel to be kind
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, genderbent alternate universe
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, killing intent
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, till death do we part/Heaven and Hell
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Sasazuki/Yako, kindness

Maria-sama ga miteru, Rei/Yoshino, are you sure this is a good idea
Maria-sama ga miteru, Sei/Youko, go commando

Marvel comics (Avengers/Invaders), Invaders!1940s!Bucky Barnes/contemporary!post-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes, "nothing to see here"
Marvel comics, Billy Kaplan/Eli Bradley, possible worlds
Marvel comics, Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman/Bucky Barnes, history lesson
Marvel comics, Bucky/Toro, babes in arms
Marvel Comics, Captain America/Iron Man, friendship
Marvel Comics, Captain America/Iron Man, lost
Marvel Comics, Captain America/Iron Man, sacrifice
Marvel Comics, Captain America/Iron Man, sparring
Marvel comics, Captain America/Nick Fury, auld lang syne
Marvel comics, Chase Stein/Johnny Storm, hotheads
Marvel comics, Jennifer Walters/Jazinda, it's not easy being green
Marvel comics, Jim Hammond/Namor, making up the fun way
Marvel comics, Kate Bishop/Victor Mancha, fathers suck
Marvel comics, Luke Cage/Danny Rand, guy love between two guys
Marvel comics, Misty Knight/Danny Rand, being Iron Fist had some unmentioned benefits (K'un L'un sexcapades, dorky names sex position names and all)
Marvel comics, Misty Knight/Danny Rand, robot hands are AWESOME
Marvel comics, Natasha Romanov/Jessica Drew, first world problems
Marvel comics, Quicksilver/Rictor, Rictor wants to feel the earth move
Marvel comics, Sam Wilson (The Falcon)/Bucky Barnes (Captain America), sidekickin'
Marvel comics, Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers, "we didn't die"
Marvel comics, Sharon Carter/Leila Taylor, consciousness-raising
Marvel comics, Sue Storm/Jean Grey, when we were young, powerful
Marvel comics, Tony Stark/Peter Parker, lab assistant
Marvel comics, Ultimate!Piotr/Ultimate!Jean-Paul, study break

Maurice (movie), Maurice Hall/Alec Scudder, end of days
Maurice (movie), Maurice Hall/Alec Scudder, longing
Maurice (movie), Maurice Hall/Alec Scudder, restraints
Maurice (movie), Maurice Hall/Alec Scudder, summer in Paris

Metalocalypse, Nathan/Rebecca Nightrod, not like regular hate
Metalocalypse, Nathan/Toki, not metal
Metalocalypse, Ofdenson/Skwisgaar, anything tha tmoves
Metalocalypse, Ofdenson/Toki, under wraps
Metalocalypse, Pickles/Toki, drunk as hell
Metalocalypse, Skwisgaar/Toki, totestally gays

Millennium Snow: Touya/Chiyuki, a thousand years

Mirage of Blaze: Kagekatsu/Kagetora; Family obligations.
Mirage of Blaze: Kagetora/Naoi; Rabies shots.

Mnemosyne no Musumetachi, Rin/informant, come and get it

Mononoke, Medicine Seller/mononoke, some mononoke can be subdued in pleasurable ways
Mononoke: Kayo/Medicine Seller/otherself, one hand on his sword

Moyashimon, Hasegawa/Muto, doing science
Moyashimon, Kei/Oikawa/Sawaki, somewhere in the middle
Moyashimon, Kei/Sawaki, that dress
Moyashimon, Sawaki/Kei, chemistry

Multiple Personality Detective Psycho, Shinji/Machi, gunplay.

Mushishi, Ginko/Adashino, what would you do for this?
Mushishi, Ginko/Tanyu, human connection
Mushishi, Ginko/Tanyu, staying too long

Mutant X, Adam/Shalimar, feral
Mutant X, Adam/Shalimar, marks
Mutant X, Emma/Brennan, hot

Nabari no Ou, Aizawa/Fuuma, a long time ago
Nabari no Ou, Yoite/Miharu, loyalty

Nana, Nana O./Nana K: “Maybe she’s just pieces of me you’ve never seen.” Tear in my Hand, Tori Amos.
Nana, Nana O./Nana K: “Strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things.” Summer Wine, Lee Hazelwood.
Nana, Nana Osaki/Misato: gift
Nana, Nana Osaki/Misato: under her petticoats
Nana, Nana/Ren, wallsex

Naruto, Deidara/Hidan, "Stop that!"
Naruto, Gaara/Kankuro/Temari, what he owes them
Naruto, Gaara/Kankuro/Temari, what he owes them
Naruto, Gaara/Kankurou/Temari, Trust in me, just in me/Shut your eyes and trust in me
Naruto, Gaara/Kankurou/Temari, we don't have anything to fear from him anymore
Naruto, Gaara/Temari/Kankuro, chakra bondage, the rooms in the Kazekage’s household were always dark
Naruto, Gaara/Temari/Kankuro, chakra bondage, the rooms in the Kazekage’s household were always dark
Naruto, Itachi/Deidara, artists are often unappreciated in their lifetimes
Naruto, Itachi/Naruto, "tell Sasuke that..."
Naruto, Itachi/Sasuke, dreams
Naruto, Itachi/Sasuke, innocence
Naruto, Jiraiya/Orochimaru, Longing
Naruto, Jiraiya/Orochimaru/Tsunade, you deserve only the best
Naruto, Kabuto/Kimimaro, like ghosts
Naruto, Kakashi/Tenzou, cross-dressing for a mission
Naruto, Kakuzu/Hidan, Kakuzu's maskbabies
Naruto, Karin/Suigetsu, yo' momma
Naruto, Kisame/Itachi, "If you're there, my flowers will keep on blooming/And never die"
Naruto, Konoha or Oto, zombie apocalypse (Come on you guys: ZOMBIES VS. NINJA)
Naruto, Lee/Shino, Intrigue
Naruto, Madara/Itachi, test your loyalty
Naruto, Madara/Pain, or else
Naruto, Minato/Kakashi, unrequited love
Naruto, Naruto/Hinata, The day I noticed you
Naruto, Naruto/Ino, Only for those rainy days
Naruto, Naruto/Sakura/Kakashi, reluctance, happy endings
Naruto, Naruto/Sakura/Sasuke, coming home
Naruto, Neji/Hinata, Growing together, growing apart
Naruto, Neji/Kiba, Clan disputes
Naruto, Neji/Lee (or Lee/Neji if you can manage), When losing to my rival is best
Naruto, Orochimaru/Anko, don't get sentimental
Naruto, Orochimaru/Kimimaro, I love you because you can give me what I want
Naruto, Orochimaru/Neji, Submit and I will give you your dreams
Naruto, Orochimaru/Neji, Temptation
Naruto, Sai/Naruto, brought to life
Naruto, Sasori/Deidara, star signs
Naruto, Sasori/Deidara, What does this button do?
Naruto, Sasori/Deidara, you and whose army?
Naruto, Sasori/Sakura, If you give up everything, in the end you have nothing
Naruto, Suigetsu/Karin, this means war
Naruto: Gaara/Sakura, we really shouldn't do this
Naruto: Kakashi/Sakura, whispers

National Treasure, Ben/Riley, "So, about your love-life..."
National Treasure, Ben/Riley, unexpected
National Treasure, Ben/Riley/Abigail, confessions

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, asphalt
NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, peppermint

Nightrunner, Alec/Seregil, escape lessons

Numb3rs, Don/Colby, adrenalin
Numb3rs, Don/Colby, straps
Numb3rs, Don/Colby, trust
Numb3rs, Don/Liz/Colby, stress relief
Numb3rs, Liz/Colby, dancing
Numb3rs, Liz/Colby, second look

Odin Sphere, Ingway/Gwendolyn, a stolen kiss
Odin Sphere, Ingway/Mercedes, "It's a big improvement from the frog"
Odin Sphere, Ingway/Mercedes, clever disguises
Odin Sphere, Ingway/Mercedes, romancing the tree
Odin Sphere, Ingway/Velvet, nobody else would understand
Odin Sphere, Onyx/Gwendolyn, "I would break at your touch"
Odin Sphere, Onyx/Gwendolyn, skin smooth and hot as baked clay
Odin Sphere, Oswald/Gwendolyn, "First, you must ask"
Odin Sphere: Cornelius/Velvet, secret meetings in the forest
Odin Sphere: Ingway/Mercedes, starlit wanderings and fairy circles

One Piece, Ace/Luffy, reunion
One Piece, Iceburg/Paulie, mateship (/dumb!pun)
One piece, Lucci/Paulie, Bondage "I'll break you
One Piece, Luffy/Zoro/Nami/Sanji/Usopp, closer to no one than each other
One piece, Mihawk/Shanks, Too much alcohol
One Piece, Sanji/Luffy, hungry
One Piece, Smoker/Luffy, laugh in the face of death
One Piece, Usopp/Nami, two truths and a lie
One Piece, Zoro/Luffy, lost
One Piece, Zoro/Luffy, outlaws
One Piece, Zoro/Luffy, right hand man
One Piece, Zoro/Sanji, public displays of affection
One Piece, Zoro/Sanji, the best worst day of his life
One Piece: Luffy/Zoro; Owning a dream means letting go everything else.
One Piece: Mihawk/Zoro; Any last words?

Oniisama E: Miya-sama solo, aesthetic delight
Oniisama E: Miya-sama/Nanako: The nice older blue-eyed boy girl I love

Onmyouji, Seimei/Hiromasa, a name is a spell
Onmyouji, Seimei/Hiromasa, fox
Onmyouji, Seimei/Hiromasa, shikigami

Ouran High School Host Club, Hikaru/Kaoru, beautiful lie
Ouran High School Host Club, Honey/Mori, faithfulness
Ouran High School Host Club, Kaoru/Hikaru, switch hitting
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Haruhi, I will not take second place
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Haruhi, locked in the library
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Mori, not for show
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki, a series of discrete observations
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki, courtesan
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki, good business
Ouran High School Host Club, Tamaki/Hikaru/Kaoru, truth or dare
Ouran High School Host Club, Tamaki/Kyouya/Hikaru/Kaoru/Mori/Honey/Haruhi, such sweet sorrow
Ouran High School Host Club, Twins/Haruhi, putting on makeup
Ouran High School Host Club: Hikaru/Haruhi, I will love you more than that/breaking point
Ouran High School Host Club, Hikaru/Kaoru, grooming as foreplay/a sign of affection
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Haruhi, making good on threats
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Haruhi/Tamaki, a perfect plan
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Haruhi/Tamaki, future!fic, early morning before work
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Host Club, zombie apocalypse
Ouran High School Host Club, Mori/Hunny, size kink

Peacemaker Kurogane, Akesato/Susumu, penance
Peacemaker Kurogane, Hijikata/Okita, a moments peace
Peacemaker Kurogane, Hijikata/Okita, haiku
Peacemaker Kurogane, Hijikata/Okita, the winter of our discontent
Peacemaker Kurogane, Hijikata/Okita, training sessions

Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Sudou/Jun, devotion, unrequited love
Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Tatsuya/Jun, crossdressing.
Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Tatsuya/Jun, first times

Persona 3 (FES), Metis/Junpei, electricity kink
Persona 3 (FES), Metis/Junpei, toys (as extension of self)
Persona 3, Akihiko/Junpei, "I mean, dude, right in the face? I think you like that gun waaaay too much."
Persona 3, Akihiko/Junpei, collars
Persona 3, Akihiko/Junpei, come on face
Persona 3, Akihiko/Junpei, friction
Persona 3, Akihiko/Junpei, gunkink, "You want me to do what with it?"
Persona 3, Akihiko/Junpei, marking, July full moon
Persona 3, Akihiko/Junpei, puppy play
Persona 3, Akihiko/Minato (again, flexible), shower, plot purely optional
Persona 3, Akihiko/Mitsuru, boots, cold leather
Persona 3, Akihiko/Shinjiro, "helpless to keep my hands off you; you're really here."
Persona 3, Akihiko/Shinjiro, cooking, blast of heat
Persona 3, Akihiko/Shinjiro, first aid as foreplay/a sign of affection
Persona 3, Akihiko/Shinjiro, trading blowjobs
Persona 3, Akihiko/Shinjiro/Junpei, still trust me enough to play nice with your toys?
Persona 3, Akihiko/Shinjiro/Mitsuru, experimentation, they're still young
Persona 3, Fuuka/Natsumi, cyberpunk au, tech-kink
Persona 3, Junpei -> Akihiko, getting caught
Persona 3, Junpei, gunkink, he's got his evoker in his mouth and his hand on his cock and damned if this isn't hot.
Persona 3, Mitsuru (/Akihiko/Shinjiro), voyeurism + solo, the boys watching her get herself off to thinking about them
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Aigis, "a distressing gap in my data-banks."
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Aki, ten years later
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Akihiko, dancing, ust
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Akihiko/ (Shinjiro), Pegging, in his absence
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Akihiko/ (Shinjiro), Pegging, in his absence
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Akihiko/Shinjiro, long night
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Junpei (or the other way about, I am flexible), clash
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Junpei, dominance
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Yukari, overwhelmed
Persona 3, Mitsuru/Yukari, stockings and garters
Persona 3, Ryoji/Minato, D/s
Persona 3, Ryoji/Minato, when the world ends, collect your things, you're coming with me
Persona 3, Ryoji/Minato/Aigis, I'm sleeping with the ghosts in my machine"
Persona 3, Shinji/Aki, keep me warm, out here in the cold
Persona 3, Shinji/Mitsuru/Aki, brutally elegant
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Aigis, not the answer you were expecting
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Akihiko, gunkink, "suck it."
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Akihiko, gunkink, "suck it."
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Akihiko, kinda feels like incest
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Akihiko, practiced
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Akihiko, wounds
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Akihiko/Junpei, bottom of the pecking order
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Fuuka, there can be kindness
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Junpei, H/C, Shinjiro's always wondered why Junpei never fights back
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Junpei, tougher than you look
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Mitsuru, rough sex, "You think I can be forgiven, just like that?"

Pet Shop of Horrors, D/Leon, breathe
Pet Shop of Horrors, D/Leon, candy
Pet Shop of Horrors, D/Leon, only a little bit
Pet Shop of Horrors, D/Leon, silence
Petshop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, earned
Petshop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, question of ownership
Petshop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, sound of rain
Petshop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, with an open heart
Petshop of Horrors, D/pets, harem!smut
Petshop of Horrors, D/pets, harem!smut
Petshop of Horrors, Dreizhen/D, topping from the bottom, knot
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/D, "What I said was: Keep me out of your little love triangle".
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/D, “And these species of jellyfish are rare because why?”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/D, “Electric eels?”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/D, “I have no interest in being some rich kid’s slum-fling!”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/D, “If I could read your mind, it would take me forever to make it through that atrocious spelling of yours just to get a single thought deciphered.”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/D, “It looks like some kind of mutant squid.”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/D, “Okay, so what do Kappa really do, then?”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/Milford, “You must be Alexander’s successor t’the thrown.”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/T-Chan, “Bite me again and I’ll throw you into a mob of bored, bubblegum chewing preschoolers that were fed a shitload of candy before they got their naps!”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/T-Chan, “I eat back.”
Petshop of Horrors: Leon/T-Chan/D, “Even I know that Spam doesn’t go with champagne.”
Petshop of Horrors: T-Chan/Leon, “Give the guy a long night, a flaming log, and a carcass, and
Petshop of Horrors/Men In Black II: Leon/Agent J, “…see, y’all ought t’watch sayin ‘fuck you’ t’guys like me—cuz…ah may just be a dude that boldly goes where no dude’s done went . Y’feelin me?”

Peter Pan, Hook/Wendy, classroom
Peter Pan, Hook/Wendy, entranced
Peter Pan, Hook/Wendy, first time bondage
Peter Pan, Hook/Wendy, gentleman

Phantasy Star Universe, Ethan/Hyuga, "trapped"

Phoenix Wright, Phoenix/Trucy/Apollo, longing and unpleasant surprises.

Pirates of the Caribbean, Elizabeth/Barbossa, all dressed up
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth/Norrington, choosing sides
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Barbossa, captain’s orders
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Barbossa, switch
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Elizabeth, seduction
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Elizabeth/Barbossa, “take what you can, give nothing back”
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Elizabeth/Barbossa, three of a kind
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Norrington, alone for the first time
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Norrington, proper
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Will/Elizabeth, lies
Pirates of the Caribbean, Tia Dalma/Jack Sparrow, bargains
Pirates of the Carribean, Jack/Barbossa, shackled
Pirates of the Carribean, Jack/Barbossa, topsy-turvy

Pokemon, Butch/Cassidy, getaway car
Pokemon, Jesse/James, I believe in love

Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Kunzite/Zoisite, memories turned bitter
Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Mamoru/Usagi, laughter in the bedroom
Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Mercury(Ami)/Nephrite, delicate handling
Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Rei/Minako, clothing fetish

Prince of Tennis, An/Sakuno, it's all right to say it out loud
Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Tezuka, oneupsmanship
Prince of Tennis, Chitose/Tachibana Kippei, wild
Prince of Tennis, Fuji/Saeki, everything's better with friends
Prince of Tennis, Fuji/Saeki/Yuuta, brother kink
Prince of Tennis, Fuji/Yuuta, forbidden fruit
Prince of Tennis, Kirihara solo, goals and idols
Prince of Tennis, Mizuki/Yuuta, luxury
Prince of Tennis, Oshitari Yuushi/Mukahi Gakuto, hair dye
Prince of Tennis, Oshitari/Atobe, life after tennis
Prince of Tennis, Sanada/Kirihara, be careful what you ask for
Prince of Tennis, Sanada/Kirihara, size queen
Prince of Tennis, Sanada/Yukimura, the path to recovery
Prince of Tennis, Shiraishi/Fuji, bondage, spoils to the victor
Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Fuji, in his element
Prince of Tennis, Yukimura/Sanada, lightning
Prince of Tennis, Yukimura/Sanada, sullen uke

Princess Bride, Westley/Inigo, dread pirates
Princess Bride, Westley/Inigo, masked
Princess Bride, Westley/Inigo, swordplay

Princess Tutu: Aruhi/Fakir; Feathers are kinky.

Psych, Lassiter/Shawn, stains

Psychonauts, Milla/Sascha, lifestyles of jet-setting superagent spies

Pushing Daisiers, Olive/Chuck: Keep your enemies close.
Pushing Daisies, Ned/Chuck: He can't touch here but he can bake her a pie.
Pushing Daisies, New/Chuck/Emerson: Give her a hug for me/give him a kiss for me.

Queer as Folk, Brian/Justin, "I woke up this morning, I could barely breathe. Just an empty impression, in the bed where you used to be"
Queer as Folk, Brian/Justin, "it's too cold for this"
Queer as Folk, Brian/Justin, gentle like the first time
Queer as Folk, Brian/Justin, orgasm and tears

Quest For Glory V, Elsa Von Spielburg/Minos, power struggle

Questionable Content, Hannelore/anyone, only when she's drunk enough
Questionable Content, Tai/Hannelore, hobbies

Ranma 1/2, Xian Phu/Ryouga, Marriage rights transfer

Red vs Blue, Church/Tucker, always hated you the most
Red vs Blue, Grif/Simmons, spare parts

Resident Evil: Extinction: Alice/Claire, desert heat, This wasn't a promise.

Revolutionary Girl Utena, Akio/Everyone, getting around
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Akio/Kozue, sacrifice
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Akio/Touda, over-ripe
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Akio/Touga/Miki, corruption
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Anthy/Utena, when the snow comes
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Juri/Kozue/Shiori, Putting the fun in dysfunctional.
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Juri/Nanami, popular
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Juri/Shiori: “Can someone tell me now who is this terrorist? Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces.” The Power of Orange Knickers, Tori Amos.
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Touga/ Nanami: “You taught me everything about the poison apple”. Drain You, Nirvana.
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Touga/Utena, what cannot be
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Utena/Anthy, s/m, "I like to feel the roses in my skin"
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Utena/Dios, I am the Prince now
Revolutionary Girl Utena, Wakaba/Miki, first flight
Revolutionary Girl Utena: Akio/Touga, to pass the time
Revolutionary Girl Utena: Anthy solo, smile
Revolutionary Girl Utena: Anthy/Utena, playing dress-up
Revolutionary Girl Utena: Anthy/Utena, watching quietly from the shadows
Revolutionary Girl Utena: Kozue/Shiori, knifeplay, Blood on the dashboard.
Revolutionary Girl Utena: Touga/Saionji, rose bride

Rome, Caesar/Brutus, seductive
Rome, Marc Antony/Octavian, battle lines
Rome, Marc Antony/Vorenus, spirit
Rome, Vorenus/Niobe, grief

Ronin Warriors (Yoriden Samurai Troopers), Dais(Rajura)/Anubis(Sh'ten), I had no illusions / That I'd ever find a glimpse of summer's heatwaves in your eyes / You did what you did to me / Now it's history I see
Ronin Warriors (Yoroiden Samurai Troopers), Sage/Rowen, aftermath
Ronin Warriors (Yoroiden Samurai Troopers), Sage/Rowen, not yet out of armor

RPF (actor) Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, domestic
RPF (actor) Kristen Schaal/Daily Show Correspondents, new girl
RPF (actor) Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean, amused
RPF (actor) Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean, knowledge in the biblical sense
RPF (actor), Adrian Pasdar/Kristen Bell, spanking
RPF (actor), Amy Sedaris/Samantha Bee, office party
RPF (actor), Amy Sedaris/Stephen Colbert, sex is the best fun you can have without laughing (but that doesn't mean you can't laugh if you want to)
RPF (actor), Bill Fichtner/Christian Bale, I don't need to prove myself
RPF (actor), Bill Fichtner/Christian Bale/Sean Bean, because he's mine
RPF (actor), Bill Fichtner/Jason Isaacs, college roommates
RPF (actor), Bill Fichtner/Sean Bean, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
RPF (actor), Brandon Routh/Christian Bale, struggle to roll over
RPF (actor), Brandon Routh/Christian Bale, suspense
RPF (actor), Brandon Routh/Kate Bosworth, because you can
RPF (actor), Brandon Routh/Kate Bosworth, suck THAT
RPF (actor), Christian Bale/Hugh Jackman, bound and gagged
RPF (actor), Christian Bale/Hugh Jackman, fire and ice
RPF (actor), Christian Bale/Hugh Jackman, spice of life
RPF (actor), Christian Bale/Hugh Jackman, street
RPF (actor), Daniel Craig/Eva Green, tuxedos and british accents
RPF (actor), David Boreanaz/Emily Deschanel, slinky
RPF (actor), Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood, "I could be who you wanted in the dark"
RPF (actor), Dominic Monaghan/Elijah Wood, "I dreamed you had left my side/No warmth, not even pride remained/And even though you needed me/It was clear that I could not do a thing for you"
RPF (actor), Dominic Monaghan/Orlando Bloom, "Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way"
RPF (actor), Dominic Monaghan/Orlando Bloom, "My words won't come out right/I feel like I'm drowning"
RPF (actor), Emile Hirsch/Justin Timberlake, basketball
RPF (actor), Harrison Ford/Shia LeBeouf, idol
RPF (actor), Jason Isaacs/Liam Neeson, boots
RPF (actor), Jason Isaacs/Liam Neeson, on a leash
RPF (actor), Jason Isaacs/Sean Bean, auction block
RPF (actor), Jason Isaacs/Sean Bean, geek vs. macho
RPF (actor), Jason Isaacs/Sean Bean, punch to the gut
RPF (Actor), Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jared Padalecki, comfort, kissing
RPF (actor), Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles, comfortable
RPF (Actor), Jeffrey Dean Morgan/jensen Ackles, pick up the pieces, tender, caresses
RPF (actor), Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles, teacher
RPF (actor), Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, kind of not kidding, actually
RPF (actor), Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett, "Hey you, out there on your own/Sitting naked by the phone/Would you touch me?"
RPF (actor), Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett, ignorance is bliss
RPF (actor), Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa, "Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything"
RPF (actor), Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa, bad for your health
RPF (actor), Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa, cohabitation
RPF (actor), Jon Stewart/Steven Colbert, the word of the day is "sex scandal"
RPF (actor), Josh Duhamel/anybody, baby sub, "You want me to do WHAT?!"
RPF (actor), Jude Law/Ewan McGregor, "Do you want my blood, do you want my tears/What do you want?"
RPF (actor), Jude Law/Ewan McGregor, "The night time is a lifeline/Another useless fumble/Another drunken stumble"
RPF (actor), Jude Law/Ewan McGregor, "You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane"
RPF (actor), Jude Law/Ewan McGregor, Judy, "I put on some make-up/and turn up the tape deck/and pull the wig down on my head"
RPF (actor), Keith Carradine/Timothy Olyphant, too little
RPF (actor), Kick Gurry/Emile Hirsch, leather
RPF (actor), Kristen Bell/anybody, for sale
RPF (actor), Kristen Shaal/Demetri Martin, underoos
RPF (actor), Liam Neeson/Pierce Brosnan, I give up
RPF (actor), Matthew Fox/Emile Hirsch, tonight
RPF (actor), Michael C. Hall/Jennifer Carpenter, inappropriate
RPF (actor), Michael C. Hall/Jennifer Carpenter/Keith Carradine, dirty
RPF (actor), Samantha Bee/Jason Jones/John Oliver, keeping up with the Joneses
RPF (actor), Sean Bean/Colin Firth, rough sex
RPF (actor), Sean Bean/Colin Firth, you set me free
RPF (actor), Sean/Viggo, understatement
RPF (actor), Stephen Fry/Alan Davies, STFU!
RPF (actor), Wayne Pygram/Ben Browder, getting in the mood
RPF (actor), jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, hidden romance
RPF (actor), Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, working hard, loving harder

RPF (music), Alex Suarez/Ryland Blackinton, hands, fight
RPF (music), Andy "the Butcher" Mrotek/Adam Siska, shorts, heads up, bunk times
RPF (music), Lyn-Z Ballato/Maja Ivarsson, bendy
RPF (music), Nate Novarro/Victora Asher, sweaty, Gonna use my arms/Gonna use my legs/Gonna use my style/Gonna use my sidestep/Gonna use my fingers/Gonna use my, my, my imagination
RPF (music), Spencer Smith/Jon Walker, diamond, clear blue skies
RPF (music), Tom Conrad/Jon Walker, Carlsberg, oranges, Canon EOS, something new
RPF (music), Tom Conrad/Mike Carden, momentary, cigarettes and chocolate milk
RPF (music), Tom Conrad/Sean Van Vleet, late, comfort, freedom

RPF (other) John Edwards/Stephen Colbert, The Word
RPF (other), Anderson Cooper/Keith Olbermann/Stephen Colbert/Jon Stewart, experimentation, Love defines it's boundaries/Limitless shapes, countless forms/I have vowed that when it comes to me I'll take it/Every manifestation, I'm gonna celebrate it
RPF (other), Brian Williams/Jon Stewart, Giant Head of Brian Williams
RPF (other), Brian Williams/Jon Stewart, snarky newsman love
RPF (other), John Edwards/Barack Obama, You promised me a jetski
RPF (other), Jon Stewart/Denis Leary, "If I believed everything you said when you were drunk, I'd be Mrs. Denis Leary right now."
RPF (other), Kristen Schaal/Jon Stewart/Tracey McShane, I'd fight a guy for you/I'd fight a girl for you/I'd fight myself, you know I would/If I thought it'd do any good
RPF (other), Michelle Obama/Hillary Clinton, subliminal messages
RPF (other), Rachel Maddow/Dan Abrams/Keith Olbermann, gin
RPF (other), Rachel Maddow/Dan Abrams/Keith Olbermann, girl drink drunk
RPF (other), Rachel Maddow/Stephen Colbert, "And this happened ... how?"

RPF (sports), AJ Styles/Christopher Daniels, miss you
RPF (sports), AJ Styles/Jay Reso, can’t stay away
RPF (sports), AJ Styles/Jay Reso, hurt/comfort
RPF (sports), Chris Sabin/Alex Shelley, better together
RPF (sports), Roger Federer/Rafael Nadal, first time
RPF (sports), Roger Federer/Rafael Nadal, kissing
RPF (sports), Tom Brady/Peyton Manning, manly men doing manly things

Runaways, Chase/Victor, deal
Runaways, Chase/Victor, reprogram
Runaways, Chase/Xavin, shift

Rurouni Kenshin (OAV), Kenshin/Tomoe, sensory deprivation, "in this silence I believe"
Rurouni Kenshin (TV), Sanosuke/Katsu, bombshell
Rurouni Kenshin (TV), Sanosuke/Megumi, atonement
Rurouni Kenshin, Aoshi/Misao, temple sex
Rurouni Kenshin, Aoshi/Misao, the train home
Rurouni Kenshin: Saito/Sano; Learn to defend.

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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Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki, courtesan

hooloovoo_too
2008-06-12 11:42 am UTC (link)

“We are the beautiful inheritors of a proud tradition.” Tamaki draped himself along a sofa, eyes closed, the back of one hand resting against his forehead while the other trailed elegantly off the edge of the couch. He was the very picture of stylish ennui, and Kyouya wondered privately whether he practiced at home to achieve the effect.

“We are the financially solvent inheritors of a proud tradition,” Kyouya corrected him. “No thanks to your recent efforts.”

Tamaki waved carelessly in his direction. “Money is no object. What could be more important than providing companionship and entertainment to our lovely young ladies?”

Kyouya pressed a few more keys on his laptop to transfer some of the Club’s assets into a higher return portfolio. For the latest Club activity, Tamaki had decided they should acknowledge their historical precedents, and had dressed them all as courtesans in the French tradition. Careful innuendo about her debts had convinced Haruhi to wear a powdered wig and a hoop skirt, much to the delight of the twins, who spent two weeks designing her elaborate, pearl be-draped dress.

The rest of them had wiggled into thick brocade waistcoats and pants that could only be described as ridiculously confining. The twins had taken on their preferred orange and green color scheme, while Honey and Mori’s costumes had been fashioned in the traditional colors of their respective houses. Kyouya had settled on all black, to reinforce his unapproachable persona and to complement Tamaki’s choice of pure white.

It had gone well, the girls had been delighted, and at the end of evening Kyouya’s clever decision to auction Haruhi’s fan and the twins’ masks kept them financially in the black despite the expensive costumes and rococo decorations. The others had gone home; it was only himself and Tamaki remaining -- Kyouya to finish his bookkeeping for the day and Tamaki to annoy him, as far as Kyouya could tell.

The computer beeped at him: the funds from the auctions had been transferred into their account and would begin earning interest in the morning. Kyouya closed the laptop and stretched his arms.

Tamaki turned his head lazily and opened his eyes. The lipstick he’d donned for the evening was still mostly intact, leaving his mouth a plush red stain against his white skin, and setting off his beautiful indigo-blue eyes. He’d gone for historical accuracy and worn the white facial powder favored by many courtesans, so his skin was even more pale and exotic than usual. Kyouya felt a low stirring in his spine, and wondered again why anyone would willingly wear pants as tight as the French courtiers apparently had.

Kyouya crossed to Tamaki’s couch and seated himself on the edge, in the curve of Tamaki’s body. “You know, in history courtesans were beholden to the benefactors who made sure they were funded,” he said, running his fingers affectionately through Tamaki’s hair.

Tamaki’s mouth curved into a gently calculating smile. “Why Kyouya, are you suggesting that I compensate you with my body?” Tamaki reached up and grasped his wrist, pulling his hand down so that Tamaki could swipe his tongue teasingly across the palm.

“I suggested nothing, but since you mention it --.” They smiled at each other.

“Well, my lord, if you insist,” Tamaki murmured and batted his eyes, nearly laughing. “But you know, in history, courtesans got to dictate liaisons on their own terms.”

“You have terms?”

“Maybe.” Tamaki’s smile grew lazy and self-satisfied. Kyouya arched an eyebrow.

“Well?”

Tamaki reached up and drew him down into a kiss, holding his face carefully with both hands. Kyouya nuzzled up under his chin, sniffing at the powder that got on his eyelashes.

“Tell me?” Kyouya asked gently, pressing his nose to the delicate skin below Tamaki’s ear and feeling Tamaki shudder beneath him.

“I want you to ride me.” Tamaki turned his head and found Kyouya’s mouth again, more intense this time, less careful.

“Yeah,” Kyouya breathed, “Yeah okay.”

Tamaki’s hands scrabbled at his trouser to push them down and off. Kyouya helped, wiggling until their clothes were dumped unceremoniously on the floor beside the couch.

“Do you have stuff?” Kyouya asked, shifting to grind down until the friction went beyond good.

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Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, violence
(Anonymous)
2008-06-12 03:04 pm UTC (link)

“Is this what you want?” Ritsuka finally cried. His hand, small and with a child's softness still, cut through the air and landed with a sharp slap on Soubi's cheek. The sound, a gunshot in the still summer air, shocked them both and for a moment, they only stared at each other.

It was ridiculous; Ritsuka was so short that he could only land a blow on the taller man if Soubi was sitting on the couch, but then Soubi slithered to the floor, kneeling with his knees slightly apart and his right fist planted between them. It was a pose made for the maximum stability. It was a pose that could let a slender boy take a heavy punch without falling over.

Ritsuka was ready to make Soubi stand up, to command it if necessary, but then Soubi looked up at him. It was a strange look, mingled desire with fear, and suddenly Ritsuka wondered what his mother saw when she struck him. Did she see him being this small, this diminished? The blood pounded in his ears and he bared his teeth instinctively. Soubi shivered and looked down and Ritsuka slapped him again.

“I asked you a question,” he barked, his voice loud and harsh in his own ears.

“Is this what you want?” On every word, he slapped Soubi again. On the fourth blow, Soubi's glasses flew off his face. When he stopped, Ritsuka's right palm and Soubi's left cheek were red and glowing, and Soubi nodded.

“Yes, yes please,” he said. It was a fearful confession, but one so full of hope that Ritsuka couldn't resist the pull of it, the need of it.

He commanded Soubi to bend over the chair, and nervously, he bound the Soubi's wrists to the chair legs. He knew that Soubi knew how to do things like this better than he did, but if the older man had offered a single word of advice, he would have called it off. Instead Soubi stood with infinite patience as Ritsuka bound him, not flinching when flesh was pinched between cords, only murmuring a soft thank you when Ritsuka's hand accidentally brushed his skin.

Soubi's belt was large in Ritsuka's small and but he gripped the buckle and wound the loose end around his fist until he thought it was a length he could control. The first blow to Soubi's clothed ass was more muffled than Ritsuka thought it would be, Soubi still jerked and made a strangled noise in his throat.

“One, thank you sir.”

Another ritual that he had no idea how to cope with and suddenly Ritsuka was angry. For the love of god he was only twelve and what the hell did they want from him? At least Soubi knew what he wanted from Ritsuka, at least Soubi was honest about wanting this, but it was bad, he knew he wasn't supposed to do it...

With every angry thought, Ritsuka hit Soubi even harder, only stopping when he saw small dottings of blood start to seep through Soubi's pants. With a small cry, he untied Soubi and allowed himself to be held and comforted, but even as Soubi stroked his hair and murmured sweet things to him, he wondered why the two people he loved best in the world wanted him to be Seimei.

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Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, shit blowing up

helens78
2008-06-12 03:06 pm UTC (link)

Rhodey had cut his teeth in the first Gulf War and had been within inches of explosives, and he still put his hands over his ears when he walked into Tony's new media room. "What the hell," he shouted. Tony didn't even notice.

What the fuck was Tony watching, anyway? All Rhodey could see was a screen full of fireballs, and the room was pounding with vibrations. It was made all the more surreal by the fact that outside the media room things were dead silent--apparently he'd put some serious money into soundproofing this place. Which was fine by Rhodey; he had half a mind to turn on his heel and walk out.

He tapped Tony on the shoulder; Tony spun around, eyes wide. "Hey," he yelled, or at least Rhodey was guessing that was what he'd yelled. The next part of his sentence was full of a bunch of things he couldn't make out, and somewhere in there was the word "blow".

"Yeah, I can see there's shit blowing up, turn that down," Rhodey yelled.

"What?"

"I said, turn off the explosions and--"

"What?" Blah blah blah "blowing" blah.

"Yeah, whatever, very impressive blowing up, now--"

Tony came off his couch--shit, he was weaving, how much had he had to drink today? He dropped to his knees in front of Rhodey and pushed his face up against Rhodey's fly; Rhodey jerked back and hit the backs of his thighs against the couch. "Oh, hell no, not again," he yelled, but that wasn't the answer Tony was looking for. Tony jerked at Rhodey's belt, undid his zipper, and had Rhodey's cock out of his pants in about two seconds flat. That was more coordination than any drunk guy had any right to have, but then this was Tony; par for the course with him.

The explosions were still going off all around them, and Tony, motherfucker, could suck a goddamned golf ball through a hose, which wasn't much of an excuse for Rhodey never stopping him when he got interested. It was against the rules--the military's rules, his own personal rules, not so much the "no taking advantage of a friend who's had too much to drink" rule as the "no fucking guys you can't trust to keep it on the down low" rule--but instead of thinking about that, Rhodey put a hand behind Tony's neck and shoved in nice and solid.

There was no way Tony could do this without being messy as hell about it, not with that much booze in his system, so Rhodey went with it, taking over and working his cock in Tony's mouth until he had one hell of a pretty picture to look at: Tony on his knees with his hands on Rhodey's thighs, both of them still dressed, Tony with his mouth open nice and wide and getting about half of Rhodey's dick with every stroke (Rhodey wasn't about to push for more than that when Tony was drunk; he'd tried once and the results had been very, very bad).

"I'm close," Rhodey said. The explosions were still too fucking loud for Tony to hear him, so he shrugged; if Tony didn't want any warning, that was his problem. He gave Tony a couple tight squeezes on the back of the neck anyway--don't say I didn't try--and then came, totally unsurprised when Tony shot back and gagged, coughing his way through the rest of Rhodey's orgasm while Rhodey grabbed his dick and worked it until he'd finished shooting all over Tony's stupidly expensive carpet.

"Mute," Tony croaked. The sound abruptly went away, leaving Rhodey's ears ringing--or maybe that was post-orgasmic, who knew. "Jerk," he said to Rhodey; he was still yelling, just a little, and still croaking quite a bit. He was also sprawled on his ass, leaning on one elbow, lips swollen. "You know I don't fucking swallow."

"It was your idea in the first place," Rhodey pointed out, pulling his jeans up and gently putting his cock away.

"You're the one who came in here talking about blowjobs."

Rhodey rolled his eyes. "Is that what you heard?"

"Isn't that what you said?"

"I was talking about shit blowing up."

"Oh." Tony blinked a few times, then nodded.

"Nice sound system, by the way."

"Right, yeah." Tony nodded again. "So..."

"So?"

"Me next?" Tony looked down at his groin, and yeah, despite the conversation part of this and the choking, he was still hard.

Rhodey sighed. "Yeah, okay," he said, stretching out on the floor next to Tony. "You next."

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Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, sober

helens78
2008-06-12 05:23 pm UTC (link)

The third time Tony slices his hand on a screwdriver, Jim grabs the screwdriver and tosses it aside. He takes Tony's hand and looks at it. This time he's bleeding.

"Come on," he says. "We're getting out of here for a while."

"No, I'm on to something, I need to finish-"

"You're gonna get blood all over everything-"

"It'll clean up," Tony says, jerking his hand away. "I'm not done-"

"Yes," Jim says quietly, taking Tony's wrist in his hand. "You are."

Tony's eyes go wide with shock and bright with interest, and Jim knows he's playing dirty, but right now it doesn't matter. "You serious?" Tony asks.

"Come on."

Upstairs, he starts with Tony's hand. The cut's shallow, thankfully, but he's guessing it still stings when he rubs soap on it. Tony takes it like a man, though; his eyes dilate a little, his breath gets faster, but other than Jim, the only one who'd pick up on that is Jarvis. That doesn't count.

"See? I'm fine."

"You got lucky."

"Well, if we're going there, the rest of me's pretty dirty, too."

"Oh, you're only noticing this now?"

Tony laughs. Jim lets Tony pull his clothes off, lets Tony drag him into the shower. He's not as dirty as Tony is--Tony's working on his fourth day in a row of no sleep and very little food, and Jim knows why, too. Four days sober, four days where he's had to substitute something for the bottle, and it's been work, armor--now this.

He stays still as Tony rubs the soap over his shoulders, slides his hand down Jim's back and gets a nice handful of Jim's ass. "You wanna?" Tony murmurs, tucking his chin over Jim's shoulder. He's got to stand on tiptoes to do that, but the effect's pretty hot anyway; Jim can feel Tony's beard scratching at his shoulder. Point to Tony, of course; he knows all of Jim's hotspots, too.

"Yeah, okay," Jim murmurs, and Tony trades in the soap for the lube, slicking his fingers with that kickass waterproof stuff that's such a bitch to clean but oh so good when Tony's moving two fingers, three, inside him.

He grabs a condom out of the little tray in the shower-Tony's got to be the only guy Jim knows who leaves condoms in the fucking shower, but it's just as well, because he knows damn well where Tony's dick has been and no way is it going up his ass without a rubber-but Tony doesn't protest, just grabs it, rips it open with his teeth, and rolls it on. Jim spreads his legs a little wider so Tony can get in nice and easy, and then he's doing it, pushing in, one hand on Jim's hip and the other one pressing on his shoulders, easing Jim over so he's bracing himself against the shower wall.

"Good?" Tony asks.

"Yeah."

"More?"

"Yeah, c'mon-"

It's all the encouragement Tony needs, and sometimes he doesn't even wait for it, but he's playing nice right now, so nice, like he recognizes this is Jim doing him a favor. Jim just relaxes into it, doesn't even jerk himself off; Tony's being so nice he knows he'll get a reach-around here soon.

And he's right about that; once Tony has a smooth rhythm going, he puts a hand on Jim's dick and matches himself stroke for stroke. Smooth, slow, easyeasyeasy--he's not rushing it, which is not what Jim expected. The way he's been with his machines, Jim expected this to be rough and hard, to hurt.

He's not complaining. And, hell, they're both barefoot; the other shoe can't hardly drop in here.

Coming is almost a surprise; suddenly he's up, over, gasping as his dick pulses in Tony's hand. Tony groans and rests his head against Jim's back, resting there. It's a minute or two before Jim realizes Tony's not going to move without encouragement.

"Okay, c'mon," he says, turning, wincing as Tony slips out of him. He leans Tony up against the shower wall, and Tony doesn't even protest at the sensation of cold tile on his back. Jim gets him cleaned up, gets both of them cleaned up, and he towels off fast so he can get to Tony again and rub him down, too.

Once that's done, he halfway carries Tony to bed, tucking him in and stroking his fingers through Tony's hair. "You gonna be okay to sleep?" he asks.

"No," Tony mumbles, though his eyes are closed. He reaches up, catches Jim's hand without even looking. "Stay."

"Move over," he says softly, and Tony scoots, leaving just enough room for Jim to spoon up behind him.

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Prince of Tennis, Sanada/Kirihara, size queen

branchandroot
2008-06-12 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Full to Overflowing

Akaya moaned, rubbing against the pile of towels he was currently bent over, and again as large hands tightened on his hips.

"Hold still, Akaya."

The deep, velvety purr from behind him brushed a shiver down Akaya's spine. "Yes, Sanada-san," he murmured, husky, and gasped as Sanada-san's cock thrust into him deeper. "Ohh..."

The day couldn't get much better than this. It was a new year; he was a Regular on the high school team; everyone else had gone home and Sanada-san was fucking him, hard and big, stretching Akaya open perfectly. "Mmmm. Oh, harder..."

Sanada-san laughed. "Demanding, aren't you?" Strong hands lifted Akaya's hips higher and Sanada-san drove into him hard.

Akaya gasped, breath hitching. It felt so good to have Sanada-san's cock filling his ass over and over, stretching him mercilessly wide on every thrust. The heat set Akaya panting, approval and entreaty tripping over themselves on his tongue. "Nn, yes... so big... mmm, please, more..."

"Haven't found your limits yet, hm?" Sanada-san asked with a teasing edge. "Good." He pushed Akaya down firmly against the towels, holding him still as he shifted over Akaya and rode him, fucking him fast and rough.

Akaya's words dissolved into breathless moans as Sanada-san gave him exactly what he wanted and hot pleasure tightened low in Akaya's stomach. The thickness of Sanada-san's cock worked his ass ruthlessly, making his whole body tingle in response, making him feel intensely, incredibly full until, at last, the fullness was more than he could take and fire rushed down his nerves. He bucked helplessly, groaning as the bigness of Sanada-san's cock inside him kept his body from wringing tight, drawing it all out until he was totally limp from pleasure. It didn't take long before Sanada-san stilled, over him, and slow hands ran down Akaya's back.

"Mm. Welcome back, Akaya."

Akaya grinned, hearing the smile in Sanada-san's voice, and wriggled a bit, pleased with the hint of soreness in his ass. "Glad to be back."

Very.

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Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, domesticity and service

mitsuhachi
2008-06-13 12:14 am UTC (link)

The bath is already drawn when Ritsuka fits the key in the lock and stumbles through their door, dropping books and papers and pens in his wake. “Welcome home,” Soubi calls, coming paint-stained out of the kitchen. Ritsuka blushes, mumbles “I’m home,” like he’s still in elementary school, but doesn’t protest when Soubi threads his fingers through Ritsuka’s hair in welcome. “Dinner’s on already, but you want your bath first, right?” He asks every day, even though Ritsuka always tells him the same thing; Seimei would have waited for the day he didn’t ask to change his mind and it would have been bad. Ritsuka though, Ritsuka just leans into the fingers in his hair and lets Soubi unbutton his shirt with a little more petting than’s really necessary. Ritsuka pulls Soubi with him into the bathroom—nevermind the paint drying in the kitchen, half-finished butterflies ruined now—and demands kisses as Soubi undoes his pants, strips out of his own jeans. Ritsuka’s skin is soft between the scars, pale and beautiful and never bruised anymore, and Soubi runs the washcloth over it like an acolyte in the Sanctuary. “Ritsuka,” he breathes.

Ritsuka’s hands coax his head back, baptize his head again, caress soap through the long strands of his hair more than actually wash it. Soubi feels, absurdly, like all the long day when he was without Ritsuka is rinsing away with the soap, leaving on this: the man he is in this moment, on his knees before his Sacrifice. He ties the wet hair up himself when Ritsuka sits on the edge of the tub and waits.

Ritsuka’s cock is slender, but long enough to stretch his throat, sweet-tasting and clean. Soubi relaxes his throat, lets Ritsuka move the way he wants too, one long slow easy thrust after another, with just enough time for Soubi to swallow and take a breath at the end of each one. Ritsuka is kind like that. His fingers tangle in Soubi’s rough bun as he comes, just like that, and slides down into the water to curl up in the hollow of Soubi’s still-larger body. He draws his fingers up along the length of Soubi’s erection, watching the way the shiver it draws makes the water swirl. “You’ll let me take care of that, later?” Soubi strokes along one bare collar bone.

“Anything Ritsuka wants.”

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Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, protect you from yourself (1/2)

helens78
2008-06-13 02:18 am UTC (link)

The armor isn't a car. It's so much more dangerous than a car. It has repulsor rays, it has explosives, it can go suborbital, it can tear down--and tear through--buildings.

Nobody in his right mind would let Tony behind the wheel of a car right now, and Jim isn't going to let him into the armor, either. Not if he can help it.

"Jarvis, shut down the suit-rig," he yells out. He slams a shoulder into the door that leads out to the workshop; nothing budges. He wasn't really expecting it to.

Jarvis sounds calm as ever. "I can't do that, Mr. Rhodes--I am programmed to obey direct orders--"

"This is a direct order. Shut down the rig--"

"Mr. Stark has ordered me to--"

"Mr. Stark is going to get his ass killed if you let him in the suit. Don't you follow Asimov's Three Motherfucking Rules of Robotics?"

"I am only familiar with Asimov's Three Rules of Robotics, not Asimov's Three Motherfucking Rules of Robotics--"

"Right, right, right, whatever, so a robot may not--through inaction--allow a human being to come to harm. Do you know how much he's had to drink?"

"Mr. Rhodes, I am not a robot. I am an artificial intelligence construct presently housed inside Mr. Stark's household supercomputer--"

"Shut down the goddamn rig now, Jarvis!"

The door to the workshop slides open, and Jim stumbles through, head whipping from side to side as he looks for Tony. There he is -- black bodysuit on, arc reactor glowing through the thing, but he's just staring at the floor under his feet, swaying a little. The suit's not on him. Thank God.

Jim walks over and grabs Tony's arm. Tony falls over on him, and Jim makes the mistake of breathing in. "Goddamn, you stink," Jim grumbles, forcing Tony upright again. "Now listen. Listen. I'm taking you upstairs."

"No," Tony says. "I gotta go--"

"No way. You're not going anywhere, not like this. You sober up, I'll think about it."

"You're fired. Get out." Tony shoves at him, hard; they both end up sprawling. Tony hits his head against the floor, though, so Jim's up on his feet first.

He squats down next to Tony and gets a hand on his shoulder, gives him a rough shake. "You want to fire me from working with you, fine. You can't fire me from being your friend."

"Oh, yeah?"

Jim waits for the real zinger; when it doesn't come, he shakes his head. "You're losing your touch, man. Jarvis scored better on the sarcasm meter than you just did. 'Oh, yeah?' That's tough-guy talk right there."

"Fuck you."

"Closest you're gonna get to that is me carrying your drunk ass to bed, unless you think you can walk there."

One of Tony's arms comes up and bats ineffectively at Jim; Jim's not even sure what he was trying to do. It sure as hell wasn't enough to be a punch, and Tony's not really the punching type anyway--he's more the I can kill you with my brain type. The armor's one aspect of that, the most physical one Tony Stark's brain is likely to come up with. Thank God Jarvis didn't let him get into it.

"I'm not kidding, man. You gonna walk or do I have to carry you?"

He ends up carrying Tony--fireman's carry, slung over one shoulder. Jim's glad Tony doesn't weigh any more than he does, because it's a long way up all those stairs. Once he's got Tony in bed, he eyes the bodysuit. It looks stretchy, sure, but taking it off of him seems like it'd be like picking up a sleeping cat. Not as easy as it seems.

He shrugs and pulls his own boots off, slings his jacket over the back of the armchair in the corner. At least the armchair's comfortable. He wishes he didn't know that from experience.

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Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Riku, Trick-or-treating

alorian
2008-06-13 02:24 am UTC (link)

"I got smarties," Sora sighs, rooting around in his candy bag. "I hate smarties. It's like eating sidewalk chalk."

"It's cos your costume sucks," Riku counters. His own bag is full of peanutbutter cups and mini candy bars, and his hair has been sculpted into bangs that Sora would think impossible if he hadn't seen them before. "You're the one that wanted to do this. I thought you'd put more effort into the outfit."

Sora stops to adjust the duct tape fraying off the handle of his tinfoil covered buster-sword. "It's easier when you've got fairies to make your clothes for you," he mutters.

"We're too old for this, you know," Riku says, as a fleet of tiny pink ballerina toddlers streams down the sidewalk past them, on their way to a party.

"I know," Sora admits. "I just thought it might be fun, you know. To be kinda a normal kid for once."

"You were never normal."

"Shuttup."

"You shuttup."

The sidewalk has turned into boardwalk, and then into beach. The tide laps on the shore like a sea of liquid heartless, moon sailing above the horizon like a single baleful eye, half-closed. Sora shoves his tinfoil and cardboard weapon into the sand; Riku's expertly painted fiberglass katana joins it.

"Your sword's cooler," Sora grumbles.

"I didn't make it. The guy at the surf shop did."

"Cheater."

"Hey, who's got the better candy?"

Sora brings out a fistful of powdery sour-tarts and hard pink bubblegum that could be used for bullets. "Trade you?" he asks, hopefully.

Riku's nose wrinkles a little. "I don't want any of that. What else have you got?"

"Um," Sora begins, sifting through his bag of candy like an archeologist looking for pot shards in loose dirt. "There's some laffy taffy, and uh, some of those sticky roll-up things that turn your tongue three different colors--" He is interrupted in his search for a good barter as Riku catches Sora's chin in one black-gloved hand, and kisses him.

"I'll take some of this," Riku says, his smile another half-moon rising. "As much as you've got."

Sora's blush clashes with the gold color hairspray hosed over his carefully arranged spikes. "Hey," he says, to counter it, "I've got plenty of that." The candy dribbles from his fingertips into the sand as Riku's fingers work their way under Sora's costume to bare golden skin, hotglued velcro and safety pins giving way under an onslaught almost as relentless as the man whose clothes Riku is wearing. Sora shucks back Riku's black coat; his greedy hands undo the efforts of several cans' worth of Riku's mom's hairspray.

Trick-or-treating and childhood is traded for something else, something better than candy. The treats and the toy swords are forgotten as they find the rewards are sweeter when they aren't for make-believe.

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Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, stripper auditions

ponderosa121
2008-06-13 06:30 am UTC (link)

"This is demeaning, you know that, right?" Rhodey swallows the last of his drink and gestures at the girls.

"Matter of opinion."

"Matter of opinion, my ass. Matter of fact." Rhodey punctuates the statement by knocking back the next drink Tony pushes into his hand. He's rounded the corner on a healthy buzz and heading towards a complete breakdown in the good judgment portion of his psyche, but that was Tony's plan all along. No one, not even Tony, likes to drink alone in the middle of the goddamn day.

"The only relevant fact here is that none of these girls can dance." Tony pours a generous amount into each of their glasses and leaves the bottle on the floor. He settles back into cushions that melt under his weight. "You, with the freckles, would it kill you to put a little life into it?"

"How would you feel if that was your sister?"

Tony gives Rhodey a look, designer sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose just far enough to peer over the rims. "That depends," he says. Sometime between ten minutes ago and now, the space between them had shrunk to inches. "Is my sister hot?" He wrinkles his nose, and ice clinks in his glass as he takes a sip. "Look, you know I'm an only child, why would you even ask that?"

Rhodey focuses his attention on the hand that just smacked down onto his leg. Drinks and strippers didn't always lead to this. To be honest, a lot of things led to this, but he usually saw it coming. "Because I have a sister."

"Well, is your sister hot? Lay it out for me and be honest. Did she get all the good genes in the family and leave you with the leftovers?" Years of putting up with Tony's bullshit has Rhodey not even batting an eye. "I'm kidding, man, kidding. You know I think you're pretty." Tony's hand tightens on Rhodey's leg, skids up and the flirting turns serious as soon as Tony leans in, warm breath washing over his neck. "Screw these girls, you wanna?"

"Not in front of the teen girl squad," Rhodey says, but he's already turning towards Tony, can already taste the heat and liquor on Tony's tongue.

"Fuck 'em," Tony says. He pulls away, snake quick, and stands up steadily enough that he'd fool most people into thinking he's only had a few. The music goes dead before he claps and one of the girls stumbles as he moves directly towards the door to jerk it open. "Auditions are over, it was lovely having you, and all of you will be paid for your time. Talk to my assistant on the way out."

The girls file past him, clothes bundled in their arms, and as soon as the door clicks shut Tony's fancy sunglasses are on the floor and his attention is all on Rhodey. He does a pretty good strip tease of his own as he unbuttons his shirt and leaves it hanging at his elbows, and he crawls into Rhodey's lap without a word. His mouth is soft past the scratch of his beard as he catches Rhodey's ear between his lips.

"Why do you do this?" Rhodey asks, risking the mood-breaker. There's a hundred questions packed together, and he's not sure which one has Tony breathing out a sigh into his shoulder.

"Not now," Tony insists, and reaches down between them, undoes Rhodey's zipper and worms his hand inside.

Rhodey knows he's not going to wait forever for an answer, that he can't because he won't follow Tony all the way to the grave, at least not like this. Stomach threatening to knot up, his hands find Tony's hips, and he's almost relieved as Tony's skill drags all his attention to the friction of callused fingers on his dick. As usual, Tony's an armful, moaning and writhing and all tongue when his kiss finds Rhodey's mouth.

Rhodey's lost in seconds, background giving way to warm skin and wet, sloppy noises. He shudders down to his core when Tony has both their dicks fisted in one strong hand, and it's hardly a dozen quick tugs and sucking kisses before he loses it. Tony releases him, smile scraping his cheek, and Rhodey can feel the urgent rhythm of Tony's hand as he finishes himself off. Tony goes boneless when he comes, skids all the way to the carpeted floor, and still somehow most of his weight rests on Rhodey.

"I liked the blonde," Tony says after a long moment. He wipes his hand off on his stomach. The reactor in his chest seems to burn a little brighter than it had.

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RPF (actor), jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, hidden romance - Secreted Away

buyo105
2008-06-13 06:43 am UTC (link)

It happens anywhere, any time they get a free moment. Pushed up against the wall of the make-up trailer, hidden behind the flap of the catering tent, and one time Jared took him by surprise in wardrobe, fell right to his knees and sucked him off with Annie the chick in charge of making sure they have 400 pairs of the same jeans only a few feet away.

It’s exhilarating sure, but also nerve wracking because Jensen never knows when Jared’s going to tackle-hug him from behind and drag him off to some remote location on set. Jensen is a nervous fucking wreck, is what he is.

“Jay, man -ugh, fuck - we gotta stop.”

Jensen is on his hands and knees in Jared’s trailer, the younger man having grabbed him by the elbow as soon as the director called lunch break. Jensen was kind of starving and was looking forward to a sandwich or something after having missed breakfast, and usually Jared the human vacuum cleaner would’ve beaten him to Craft Services but apparently he had other plans.

“What are you talkin’ about,” Jared punctuates his question with another deep thrust and Jensen can feel the burns on the palms of his hands. “We’ve still got, shit, fifteen minutes.”

Jared reaches around, takes Jensen in hand and squeezes. Jensen lets out a low groan before he can stop himself and curses. And the thing is, Jensen knows okay? He knows there ain‘t gonna be no happy ever after, no engagements. He knows that this is all he‘s ever gonna have with Jared. But this sneaking around on set needs to stop before he has a heart attack.

“I’m not talking about that, Jared! I mean doin’ this stuff at work, what if someone catches us?”

Jared’s only answer is a grunt and a few more tugs on Jensen’s cock. He drapes himself along Jensen’s back and bites at the sweaty skin stretched taught over his shoulder blades. His callous-rough fingers drive Jensen to the edge and he can tell by the way Jared’s thrusts are a stutter-start that he isn’t too far behind.

“Man if you’re this coherent I’m doin’ somethin’ wrong.”

Another moan slips past Jensen’s lips and then he feels Jared stiffen and pulse hot and slick, burning him up on the inside. Jared’s grip on Jensen loosens so Jensen just pushes his useless hand away takes over.

Heat unwinds itself in his belly and a few more tugs and he’s there there when there’s a knock at the door. Some P.A. screaming at them to be on set now, slams his fist against the flimsy door one last time and Jensen is coming over his own fingers with a bitten off cry.

Jared slips out and Jensen falls forward to land on his belly, head cradled in his hands. He doesn’t have to see Jared to know the smirk is there.

“Sure you still mind if someone catches us, Jen?”

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Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, recruiting (1/2)

ponderosa121
2008-06-13 08:11 am UTC (link)

(I feel like I'm cheating by spilling into a second comment, but this is the second response I've gone over the limit with, and all the cool kids are doing it...)

"This isn't a game you've walked into," Fury says. He's got a presence to him; not quite the drill-sergeant aura that always manages to kick Rhodey into his best behavior but something a lot more subtle and a lot more dangerous. It kinda rubs Rhodey the wrong way, like Fury's holding all the cards and is the only one up the chain who decides what's Eyes Only and why. He gets the feeling that a lot of things in Fury's world comes down to pulling the right strings at the right time.

"Good thing I don't play games," Rhodey says. There's always a monitoring team in the building, but on this floor and in this wing, his office is dead quiet. The silence only makes the rustle of Fury's coat louder when the guy makes himself comfortable on the edge of Rhodey's desk.

"Your friend does."

"I'm not my friend." Rhodey doesn't like one bit the direction this conversation is heading. He's not Tony's PR squad and he's definitely not an apologist for all the stupid shit Tony gets into, but he's not going to back down and pretend Tony's not important to him.

Fury's body language is hard to read, and Rhodey isn't prepared for the hand that snaps out to grab his throat. Fury's damn fast, his grip efficient, and when Rhodey can't break the hold on the first try, he silently pledges that if he manages to get out of this room alive, he's spending an extra hour on the mat every single day for the next decade.

Fury's face hovers close, staring him down while Rhodey refuses to retreat. When Fury withdraws it's like nothing had happened. Rhodey wonders if he passed the test.

"I need someone I can trust," Fury says. Rhodey hazards that's a yes.

"You can trust Tony."

"I can trust him to be an insufferable thorn in my side. I can trust him to force my hand well before it's time. But most of all, I can trust him to not listen to a word I say."

"And you think he'll listen to me." Rhodey knows Tony a whole lot better than that, but to be fair, things were different since Afghanistan.

"He'd better."

"I'm not his nursemaid."

The snap of Fury's coat and the air it pushes catches up to Rhodey only after the man's back in his face. "I know a lot about you, Lieutenant Colonel, and you know what your file says? Somewhere in there after the part that reads like a romance novel, it says that you're still Stark Industries' military liaison. So, if, at some point during getting your ass drilled into the floor, you'd like to liaise on behalf of your government, I am politely requesting you do so."

Heat crawls sluggishly up the back of Rhodey's neck, and the charge in the air has the hair on his arms standing on end. The growing ache in his knuckles clues him in that he's drawn his fingers into a fist. "Keep my personal life out of this and I'll think about it."

"Nothing about this has to be personal, Rhodes." Fury's gaze flicks over Rhodey's face, and the charge in the air makes an abrupt and recognisable shift. "I don't do personal."

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	error dropsofviolet 2008-06-13 01:31 pm UTC (link)
	All the Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~ prompts should say "Tomari," not "Tomoyo." There is no character named Tomoyo in Kashimashi. (Reply to this) (Thread)

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briar_pipe, 2008-06-14 06:49 am UTC

RPF (actor), Michael C. Hall/Jennifer Carpenter, inappropriate

hooloovoo_too
2008-06-13 01:58 pm UTC (link)

“Oh god, we are so going to hell.”

Michael’s teeth set deeper into her nipple and she arched into his mouth, groaning. “Fuck, more of that.”

He tugged lightly, twisted his thumb hard over her clit and let her writhe up into his hands. “Why, you don’t think sex with your brother is hot?”

She whacked the side of his head, and he forced her thigh hard up against her chest in retaliation. “Don’t say things like that. Christ, Mike, when you’re in bed with me you’re not my fucking brother, man.”

He muffled his laughter against her stomach, and she clawed nails into the muscle of his shoulder just to feel the way her hands slipped against the sweat. She was so skinny, so lithe and thin and bony and he loved the flex of her leg tight against his shoulder as he held her open for him. “I dunno, Deb’s kind of hot. You could wear the hooker uniform.” He ground down, sliding his cock against her just to enjoy the slick and the way she pressed up into him for more.

“Ugh, stop talking. And hurry the hell up, I’m going to sleep here.”

“Bitch,” he said affectionately, biting into her lower lip then slamming hard up inside her. She winced and he drew back, gentler on the next thrust. The headboard made for great leverage, so he braced himself against it, let his hips follow her rhythm. Jen loved rough and fast, always had, and he loved it when she came apart for him, all mumbled out curses and sexy little grunts when he got the angle right. Another advantage of the headboard was that it made for some space between their bodies, and he could feel her hand graze his cock as she fingered herself, pressed herself up and back at him and growled out demands for faster, more.

She came all gripping heat and wet, and he didn’t even try to hold back on the snap of his hips as he forced himself deeper, pushed into that sweet, sweet clench. “Fuck, Jen,” mumbled into her shoulder and he let himself go, rode the feeling of her around him as he came.

After he propped himself up on his elbows above her, softer but still inside. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “Dex is meticulous in bed. He doesn’t go in for rough much.”

Jen dissolved into grudging laughter beneath him, and he could feel it through his whole body, sexy little shivers against his cock. “I hate you,” she said. “I hate you so, so much. You are never getting laid again.”

“You don’t hate me. You love it when I do this,” and he slid down her body, pushed her thighs wide enough for his shoulders, held her open and licked at the taste of them together. She shuddered above him when he teased his tongue broad over her sensitive clit.

“Oh Jesus Mike, that’s good.” Her eyes closed and he could feel the tension drain from her muscles as he nuzzled deeper into the scent of her.

He had to pull back to talk. “Dex thinks so too.”

It was totally an accident when she kicked him in the head.

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Iron Man, Rhodey/Nick Fury, badass

helens78
2008-06-13 05:21 pm UTC (link)

Not a whole lot of guys intimidate James Rhodes. It's not that he's particularly badass himself (although he likes to think he can hold his own): it's that after years of dealing with Tony Stark, he's learned that no matter how smart someone is, how rich, how built, how good in bed, he's going to have his flaws. There's always something.

He hasn't figured out Nick Fury yet. He's starting to think he won't. That's intimidating.

He's sparred with Fury, though not often. He's pretty sure Fury went to the mat with him just so Rhodey wouldn't think Fury was a figurehead. Sure, he's got the shaved head and the goatee and the presence that takes up an entire room, but can he put his money where his mouth is?

He can put Rhodey flat on his back five falls out of six. That's money in the bank.

He's a good shot, too. That surprises Rhodey some; he'd have expected the eyepatch to screw with things a little. Maybe there's some kind of technology built into the eyepatch that compensates for lost depth perception; Rhodey's seen weirder things. But shooting's like a natural part of his motions, not something he does to show off or prove himself. Most firearms aren't sexy to Rhodey anymore, not any more than a hammer or a level. It's not the gun, not really. It's Fury.

Rhodey comes home from work one night--the work he's supposed to be doing, not the cloak-and-dagger stuff he's been doing with S.H.I.E.L.D.--and he's not surprised to find Fury sitting in his living room. He's a little pissed off at himself--he should've known someone was here, should've come into the living room ready to fight; it wouldn't be the first time someone's forced entry--but he tries not to show it. He nods. "Sergeant Fury."

Fury stands up, and it's like the air in the room rushes out of his way. Rhodey holds his ground, waits for it.

He's not surprised when Fury kisses him.

They do it standing up, Rhodey's back to the wall, layers of clothing shoved off shoulders and down hips so Fury can get his hand around both their dicks. Rhodey doesn't beg, won't beg, won't let himself do that for anyone ever again, but he clutches at Fury's shoulders and growls out, "c'mon, man, come on," and they both know it's not an order.

Fury lets go of his own dick to focus on Rhodey's, and he licks the side of Rhodey's neck while he twists his hand, twists just right, perfect, like that, yeah, fuck, c'mon, hell goddamn yes--

He can barely get his eyes open once it's over, but when he does, Fury's smirking down at him. He pins Rhodey to the wall even harder and rubs up, dick sliding up against Rhodey's hip. It should be awkward, but somehow it isn't. Somehow, even with clothes half-off and Rhodey just about collapsed between Fury and the wall, it's like Fury's got him right where he wants him.

The sound Fury makes when he comes is almost enough to get Rhodey hard all over again, but not quite. Not quite. He stays resting against the wall when Fury pulls away, letting Rhodey catch his breath. Fury gets dressed and nods, and if it weren't for the fact that the man smells like sex and sweat and leather, nobody'd ever know what just happened.

He's gone in seconds, and Rhodey lets himself slip to the floor. Whatever the hell that was, he doesn't think it was a one-time deal.

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RPF (other), Kristen Schaal/Jon Stewart/Tracey McShane, I'd fight a guy for you/I'd fight a girl...
(Anonymous)
2008-06-14 06:03 am UTC (link)

When he came to her asking for a favor, she said "Anything," because that was the kind of person that she was. She didn't stop to think about boundaries and lines to be crossed. She didn't stop to think about semantics. She didn't stop to think about his definition of "favor" or her own definition of "anything".

On entering the bedroom, she wished she had. Tripping over her shoes as she kicked them off, tearing away from his lips with a gasp to see that his bedroom, like the rest of his apartment, like the rest of his life, was understated and tasteful, all hardwood, burgundy and shadows. The shadows. All the better to watch you from, my dear.

The big bad wolf was anything but. A beautiful woman, understated and tasteful. Burgundy and shadows. She watched from an overstuffed chair by the window, back lit by the city lights.

Kristen watched Tracey watching her for as long as she could. Jon's wife said little. They all said little. Really, what was there to say?

All Jon could say was "I'm sorry," a ragged whisper repeated over and over as he fucked Kristen into the wall bathed by the same city lights. She wasn't allowed on the bed. She knew that they were the kind of people who'd let their dogs sleep on the bed, but she wasn't allowed there. So she was fucked against the wall, her legs wrapped around him, hands on his shoulders, that harsh panting in her ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It trailed off into a strangled moan when he came. That's when she couldn't watch any more, her eyes slipping shut, letting the shadows take her as well.

He said it again as he drove her home to Brooklyn.

"I'm sorry."

She was silent, digging in her purse for the crumpled pack of emergency cigarettes. Her pre-teen years spent camping in the mountains with the girl scouts. She was always prepared for the little things. It was the big things you couldn't do anything to stop that seemed to knock her flying.

"Could you not smoke? It's -- I quit years ago, but it's still tempting."

"Sure," Kristen said and lit the cigarette anyway, cracking the window open to let a chorus of honking horns in.

"Really. I am sorry. That -- I..." Jon trailed off and sighed. "That was a shitty thing to drag you into."

"I said I'd do anything. I meant it."

"She said she saw me looking at you like I was -- like I wanted to... devour was the word she used, I think," he laughed a little, nervous and hollow. "She got obsessed with the idea. I'm... things are kind of hanging by a limb at the moment. I haven't got a fucking clue what to do. I'm just getting desperate."

She craned her neck up to the open air and exhaled a pale blue cloud. She watched it fade away into the night.

"I wish I could do something. I really wish I could," she murmured.

They drove the rest of the way in silence.

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"Aftermath of a Finale" (Revolutionary Girl Utena, Touga/Saionji, rose bride)

briar_pipe
2008-06-14 06:39 am UTC (link)

"Touga."

"Hn."

"Is it over, for us?"

"No. We have to see it through to the very end."

"That's just like you."

Touga laughs, a sharp sound with no humor.

With what feels like Herculean effort, Saionji manages to roll over, away from the winking, mocking castle in all its empty glory. He pushes up on his elbows to drag himself across the scarred arena floor, inch by precious inch, until he can look down on Touga's hollow eyes.

"I want to break the shell," Saionji whispers, lips brushing his best friend's (worst enemy's?) cheekbone - a glancing blow, meant to startle. "Who was supposed to be your bride, Touga?" His breath stutters those eyelashes, curls around that ear. "Her?"

"Shut up," Touga croaks, and surges.

His lips aren't soft at all. They're fierce, all skill drowned by desperation. They take Saionji by storm, upside down and opening him with force majeure, a hand cupped around the base of his skull to hold him in place.

He fights. He has to.

Relax says Touga's mouth, digging its way ever deeper. Give in says his hand, working its way up (down?) Saionji's chest, stroking, cajoling. He wants to retaliate, but his arms are all that hold him up, keep him from falling down a deep well into something he can't quite see.

Now, says Touga's tongue. His hand skates down Saionji's belly to the button of his pants, flicks it open and dives inside.

Saionji freezes.

In slow motion he feels himself flipped, actually feels the moment when the match shifts away from him completely, when his sword goes flying across the room, except it's himself flying, spinning, coming down hard on his back to stare, dazed, at Touga's bare chest slithering down (up?) and away, ribs and belly and-

Saionji closes his eyes.

There are two hands in his pants now, working them down his hips from the inside, scraping across his skin to trap both thighs, bind them together. Now, pinned to the point of bruising, he wishes he didn't wear them so fashionably tight.

Touga isn't careful with him. Never has been. There's a pause, though, and Saionji feels warm, moist air shiver over his half-hard cock. For a moment he wonders if Touga will actually stop. Does he want that?

Then the shock of bright heat, deep and wet. Saionji shouts into the musk-scented fabric taut across Touga's hips. It aches, this sudden heat after the chill air, this light scrape of teeth on his sensitive shaft. He feels himself swell, heedless of his own desperation, the need to have won something here, to get out. The need for this to be the Touga he used to believe in, not the one who mistakes the first flutterings of envy and admiration for love.

Who was supposed to be your bride?

He groans. Touga's fingers dig into the crack of his ass, lifting him deeper into the sheath of that demanding mouth. His hands are pinned palm-up by a pair of white-clad knees, the fabric rough against his twitching fingers. His eyelids, fluttering unconsciously as the warmth spreads from his gut, open on a wild view that shifts between the shadowed bulge behind Touga's zipper and the fairy tale castle still spinning above.

The views flash faster, one over another, as Touga's hips snap forward mid-air. Bulge-sky, bulge-sky, bulge-sky, until they blur and Saionji can't tell one from the other. Is that Touga's cock, lit up like Christmas? Is that eternity above him, phallic and draped in a white veil? He can't tell, can't breath for the crushing lightness of it. Sparks infuse his whole body as he arches, no longer struggling, electricity blossoming from fingertips to crown to sole, wild, jagged leaps that cleanse his body, leaving only himself inside.

So this is what surrender feels like. He could maybe get used to it, if only he could breathe.

He comes down slowly, damp all over and perfectly empty, stripped of fury and fear. Someone is stroking his hair, tapping his cheek. He shifts without opening his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Touga asks. It's the first time he's asked that in years.

"Yeah," Saionji whispers. He doesn't need eyes to see Touga's face is framed by eternity twinkling down at them. Doesn't need words to say, I would follow you to the end of the world.

"Good," says Touga. "That's good." His hand curls against Saionji's chest.

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Rurouni Kenshin (OAV), Kenshin/Tomoe, sensory deprivation, "in this silence I believe"

hooloovoo_too
2008-06-14 05:09 pm UTC (link)

Himura burned the house in springtime, a year of his life in the soil. Tomoe died with the fall of winter snow, blood red on white, and he mourned her until the snow died too, then left with the velvet buds of sakura not yet opened on the trees.

During the first night of his wandering, his hair still smelled of smoke and endings. He wrapped a cloth across his face so that he smelled only clean linens, and allowed the fabric across his eyes to blot out the stars. The woods were silent, not yet awakened to the full cacophony of spring and cautious of the presence of a human.

So isolated, he didn’t need to close his eyes or sleep to imagine her with him. She too had smelled of clean linens at night, of open skies or the white petals of carnations. When he lay very still he could feel her, in phantom touches and imagined firings of nerves: brush of black hair against his inner thigh, whisper of breath across his ribs.

It was almost like their first nights together, still so unsure of each other and tentative to touch. It had been weeks before he’d woken to even the softest tips of her fingers tracing his eyebrow, and weeks still again to progress to open touches, the cautious weight of her head on his chest as his hands hovered above her arms, unsure of his welcome. In the absolute loneliness of the woods, his mind reimagined the firefly excitement of each early touch, the way her first kiss against his cheek had shocked like ice against his skin in the summer heat.

Recalling her was easiest like this. He’d done so during the time of mourning, while the house still stood, but now, lacking even architectural reminders of her presence, his body conjured sense memories more vividly than ever, as if determined to hold her fast against the slippage of seasons. Time would dull these reminders too -- water over stones -- but the thought brought little comfort when faint breezes revived the sensation of her body trembling over his after pleasure.

In the shallow space between his waking isolation and the differing isolation of sleep, he could almost feel the thin strength of her arms wrapped around him and her breath against his shoulder as she slept. In dreams, it was easy to believe that she was still with him, for she frolicked through his dreaming mind more carefree than she’d ever been in life. In the daytime, her absence was palpable and undeniable. But here, in a place of both and neither, he found himself leaning once more toward belief. Perhaps there were memories that time one day would weather down and smooth away, but sensations -- the fickle, half-imagined, half-real flicker of her lips against his own -- were more difficult to banish. As the whisper of her sighs pulled him finally into sleep, Himura wondered if it might not be a lifetime before Tomoe truly left him behind.

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Persona 3, Junpei, gunkink, he's got his evoker in his mouth...

chichirinoda
2008-06-14 11:43 pm UTC (link)

It was close to midnight, which meant almost the Dark Hour, but they weren't going to Tartarus tonight. Yukari had taken to bed early, saying she still wasn't feeling well from the night before, and Junpei didn't doubt she was telling the truth from the paleness of her cheeks with the two bright spots of fever.

Minato wasn't far behind her, come to think of it. He looked beat. And that just left Akihiko, Mitsuru and Junpei sitting in the lounge looking at each other without much to say. By silent agreement, they'd all headed up to bed, and it was probably just as well.

But maybe he'd spent too many nights staying up to midnight and beyond, because even though he'd been sure he'd fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow Junpei found himself laying there awake, staring up at the way the streetlights outside painted white lines on the ceiling and listening to the bark of a lonely dog somewhere.

And then he heard another sound. Like a moan, and a grunt. He rolled over and pressed his ear to the wall, and grinned from ear to ear when he heard another moan.

Aki baby, what are you doing?

He strained to listen for a few minutes before it occurred to him that the doors were a lot thinner, and maybe he'd get more of a show if he just took advantage of that.

He jumped to his feet, adjusted his boxers and gave himself a squeeze full of promise, and sauntered out into the hall.

It couldn't have been better. Akihiko's door was open a crack, and Junpei's jaw dropped as he saw it. Aki, too eager to get to bed and play, huh? he thought with delight as he dropped to his knees and crawled silently down the hall to Akihiko's door. Quiet, quiet. Oh man will he ever kill me if he catches me...

His breathing wanted to speed up and he swallowed hard, taking a few slow breaths to keep himself calm as he pressed his cheek against the door and took a peek.

For a moment it was all shadows and light, vague shapes with no meaning. And then it resolved into Akihiko sitting up in bed, his back arched just like that and his lips parted as his hand pulled up, up, up on his dick.

"Oh fuck," Junpei breathed, reaching down between his own legs to give himself another squeeze.

Then Akihiko's other hand lifted, and fuck if he didn't have his fingers wrapped around his Evoker. What the...?.

For a moment Junpei thought about what'd happen if he summoned Hermes, and whether he could get it to stick around long enough to do anything. The thought was just plain weird, but it turned out Akihiko didn't have anything similar in mind for Polydeuces.

Instead Akihiko shoved the muzzle of the Evoker into his own mouth and groaned like it was the tongue of his lover. The sound went straight to Junpei's cock and before he even thought about doing it Junpei had his hand in his boxers and damn, he was keeping perfect time with Akihiko's own strokes.

Akihiko wasn't too good at keeping quiet. He groaned around the metal in his mouth and stroked faster and faster while Junpei kept his eyes glued on every glorious second. The muffled cry when Akihiko came covered up the groan Junpei couldn't quite suppress as he messed his boxers, and he could only hope that Akihiko didn't hear his ragged, soft gasps.

The silver-haired boy dropped back to his pillow, Evoker still rammed between his teeth and hand slowly stroking the last of the orgasm from his dick, and Junpei decided he was having enough trouble keeping quiet that sticking around for round two was probably a bad idea.

Hand gleaming with fluid, he tugged his boxers up a bit higher and adjusted them, making a face as he felt the cold wet spot at the crotch. He turned and crawled quickly back to his own room and made sure to close the door super quiet.

He dropped back to sit against the door, eyes wide and still trying to catch his breath. "Jesus fuck - what was that?" he whispered to himself.

Whatever it was. It was hot.

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mitsuhachi, 2008-06-15 04:37 pm UTC

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mitsuhachi, 2008-06-15 05:08 pm UTC

Persona 3, Junpei -> Akihiko, getting caught - 1/2

chichirinoda
2008-06-14 11:47 pm UTC (link)

Sequel to This one. Read it first or risk confusion!

It became almost like a game.

Some nights there was Tartarus, and Junpei came back too exhausted and too vaguely worried about staying awake in school the next day to do anything other than sleep. I mean, he wasn't above putting his head down and getting a few winks during some of those interminable lectures, but those were always the days the teacher chose to call on him and he wound up looking like an idiot or asking Minato to give him the answer.

But other nights they weren't so tired, and Junpei pressed his ear to the wall and listened with every bit of his attention, listening for a moan or a little gasp. And either Akihiko had learned to be quieter, or he just wasn't nearly as friendly with his right hand as Junpei was, because he never heard a thing.

Until one night in June, when the dorm was too warm and they were all dreamy and stupid from the heat. Yukari wasn't feeling well again, and even though Mitsuru could fill in now, Minato spent the night at the karaoke bar and headed to bed without a word to anyone. Junpei stumbled upstairs with vague ideas of studying, but wound up lying in sheets moist with sweat, just hoping for a stray breeze to come in through the window and relieve some of the torture.

And that was when he heard it again. That moan that was music to his ears.

He shot up in bed, instantly hard, and strained to listen again. No way, no way man... but there it was, so soft it was like a dream.

A really, really fucking hot dream.

Junpei was out of his bed like a shot and had his hand down his boxers even before he reached the door. He eased it open and tiptoed down the hall - and damned if the door wasn't open again! That cracked door and the band of streetlight spilling into the hall called to him and he went.

I really gotta be fucking dreaming.

He dropped to his knees and pressed his eye to the crack eagerly, searching for a glimpse of Akihiko's head tilted back towards the ceiling - or even better, the glint of light off of the Evoker. His hand was already moving, pulling on a dick hard with anticipation.

But before he could make the shifting shadows and light resolve into what he was looking for, the door was yanked open and he spilled with a yelp into the room. He rolled onto his back, looking up wide-eyed at Akihiko's angry expression and only belatedly realizing that his hand was still in his boxers.

He pulled it out guiltily and wiggled his fingers up at him. "Uh, hi Aki. Man, it's fucking hot tonight, isn't it? I just thought I'd go for a walk and you just happened to open your door just as I passed by--"

"I knew it," Akihiko hissed.

"Um, knew what?"

Akihiko was strong. Really strong. Strong enough to grab Junpei by the arms and haul him to his feet, and then push him hard enough that he stumbled and nearly fell again, catching himself on the mattress of his bed.

"That you were watching me! I thought I heard something that night, and I looked, but I wasn't quick enough to catch you. But I just kept thinking about it, and I figured this time, the pervert would come again," Akihiko snarled.

Coming was kinda what I had in mind, yeah, Junpei's mind babbled as he pushed himself up and turned around.

"Hey, hey listen--"

"Only think I wasn't sure of," Akihiko growled. "Was whether it was you or Minato. I should have known it had to be you - Minato's not a pervert."

"Who're you calling a pervert--"

"Shut up." Akihiko shoved him again and Junpei sat down hard on the bed. Akihiko was on the boxing team, not the wrestling team, but Junpei was more of a sword kinda guy and it wasn't tough for Akihiko to straddle him and pin his hands to the mattress.

"What did you see?" Akihiko hissed from inches away.

"Um. Nothing, really..." Junpei stammered.

"Liar."

"I..." Junpei swallowed. Why was he so pissed? So he caught him jerking off and making out with his Evoker like a long-lost lover. So what? "I just saw you jerking off, Aki. And...and it was hot. Sorry," he gulped.

Akihiko searched his gaze, and Junpei made it as earnest as he could.

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Persona 3, Junpei -> Akihiko, getting caught - 2/2 -

chichirinoda, 2008-06-14 11:49 pm UTC

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chichirinoda, 2008-06-15 05:12 pm UTC

Persona 3, Akihiko/Junpei, gunkink, "You want me to do what with it?" - 1/2

chichirinoda
2008-06-14 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Sequel to this one! (In other words, the third of a series).

Junpei still didn't know what had happened, but whatever it was, it had been bad. The next weeks wore on, and he felt like he was ready to go crazy. Akihiko was barely speaking to him, and it didn't take long before Yukari started bugging Junpei gleefully to find out what he'd done to piss him off.

And what was he gonna say? "Yuka-tan, the truth is I caught him jerking off with his Evoker and he got pissed. Then he jerked me off and somehow he's more pissed than ever."

Not likely.

He thought about telling Minato, since he was always a good listener, but at the last minute he couldn't bring himself to do it. What if Minato thought he was a pervert? What if he thought Akihiko was a pervert and it was Junpei's fault? That really would get Aki pissed at him.

He didn't even consider telling anyone else.

As June wore into July, Junpei found himself more and more often back in the position he was in before, listening to the dogs when he wanted to hear that telltale moan.

He got up a thousand times and headed for the door, only to chicken out as he wondered what would happen if Akihiko just got pissed at him again. Then he'd turn around and head for the door again, a part of him hoping Akihiko really would get pissed and pin him down and fuck him.

When he realized he'd just paced across his room ten times that night, each time reaching for the doorknob and then turning around to pace back towards the window, he stopped dead in the middle of the room.

Fuck, I can't keep doing this, he thought. Resolutely, he yanked the door open and stamped down the hall.

Something stopped him from actually opening Akihiko's door, and he knocked instead. The knock was loud in the quiet hall, but the silence that greeted him afterwards was louder.

"Aki?" he called softly. "You in there?"

"What do you want, Junpei?"

Well, at least he'd said something. Junpei twisted the knob and breathed out when it turned easily under his hand. He opened the door.

For a moment he suffered déjà vu. Akihiko was standing at the window, staring out at the swelling moon. His hair silvered in the moonlight and his skin shone. His Evoker was in his hand, brushing against his thigh.

Junpei slipped into the room silently and closed the door behind him. "So, uh, I was just wondering...when are you gonna forgive me?" he asked softly.

Akihiko glanced over his shoulder at him, his eyes narrowed. "Forgive you for what?"

Gimme a break. "Whatever it is you're pissed at me for!" Junpei exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "I said I'm sorry for peeking, and I dunno why you did what you did the other night, and I'm just fucking confused, dude."

"What I did?" Akihiko echoed, turning to face him. He lifted the Evoker and rested it against his own temple. "You mean jerking you off with this in your mouth?"

Junpei felt himself beginning to blush. "Yeah, that. So what gives?"

Akihiko shrugged. "Seemed like you wanted it."

"I do!" Junpei was really blushing now. "I-I mean, I did. But you acted like I made you do it, or something, when you were the one who pinned me down."

"You didn't make me do anything," Akihiko said, shaking his head. He lowered the Evoker, and Junpei found his eyes following it. He was beginning to salivate.

"Are you mad at me?" Junpei asked quietly. "Really, Aki. Are you?"

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Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, MPreg, The Dark had given him more than just a wing

icedark_elf
2008-06-15 06:42 am UTC (link)

Leon stared. Hard. And for too long.

He was still staring when Cloud knocked him in the side of the head with that damned wing of his.

Stumbling back, he rubbed the side of his head, glaring at the blond. It was odd seeing him like this.

Cloud was still wearing the cloak, as well as the shirt and pants that he normal went about in, but...most the other gear was gone. His belts and armor were missing, and Leon couldn't figure out why.

The fact that Cloud was currently hiding out in Tarzan's treehouse was all the more puzzling.

This had started innocently enough.

"What are you doing here?"

"Aerith said you had come here."

Blue eyes narrowed. "So you decided to follow?"

Leon frowned. Cloud hasn't been that...vicious sounding since he had first rejoined the survivors of Hollow Bastion. "I was worried." Brute honestly seemed to be the solution here.

And it failed miserably. "I'm fine. Go home." And wasn't that an icy tone.

"Why are you here?"

Instead of answering, Cloud turned. That was when Leon had grabbed his arm to keep him from going. Which had turned into a tussle that ended up with Cloud against the wall.

And Leon pressed against his front.

Where something was very wrong.

Now, hand still rubbing against his head, he stared at Cloud's stomach. "What -is- that?" he asked, eyes wide.

Claw tips, he still wore those, even if the rest of his gear was gone, traced over what could only be called a bump. "Aerith says it's some sort of child."

Leon stared. "You're male."

"I'm something." His wing flared out, and there was bitterness in his voice. It made him grimace to hear his friend, a bed partner, use that tone. "It's dark, whatever it is."

Right. Enough of that tone of voice. Growling, he pinned Cloud to the wall again and kissed him. Hard.

Cloud growled, claws digging into Leon's side, and he didn't fight the kiss. After a moment, he even kissed back, all teeth and aggression. Which was how Leon liked it.

He was not going to let the blond idiot go back into one of his withdrawn "I'm not human" modes.

It was much easier to get Cloud's pants off when he didn't have to deal with the belts, his hand moving quickly to curl around the other man, thumb brushing over the tip as he stroked. His other hand was dealing with all -his- belts, and he growled as Cloud nipped hard enough to draw blood.

When he finally had his own clothing out of the way, he pressed against Cloud, rubbing against the man, as claws scraped his back and Cloud pressed close.

It was rough, fast, and hard. Just how they both liked it, and when it was over, they were leaning against the wall, panting, Leon's forehead resting on Cloud's shoulder.

"Idiot," muttered the brunet. "Like you get to escape the others that easily." He didn't move much, his hand just shifting to rest on Cloud's side.

"You are going to have to deal with Aerith and Yuffie fluttering over you. It'll be good distraction. Let me get something done."

He wouldn't say outloud that he'd want Cloud where he could watch him. "Besides, what are you going to do if Sephiroth comes sniffing around?"

Man was worse than Yuffie after something she wanted. And Leon wasn't in any mood to let him go after Cloud while Cloud was alone and...having issues.

Cloud growled and tensed under him. Leon continued.

"Besides, you came -here-? This place doesn't even have working plumbing. And I know how pissy you can get after you get denied hot water."

That got him a punch in the shoulder, and he felt something relax.

Cloud would come back now.

If only to piss him off.

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Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Leon, cornered, no way out

pegunicent
2008-06-15 06:48 am UTC (link)

Sephiroth is darkness and memory. He is will and force and cold cruelty in a sliver and black package with poisonous green eyes that remind Leon of another place, another time, another man. He's a part of Cloud that refuses to die.

Leon knows all about dying. It's the living part that's gotten hard.

Up against the crystal fissure wall, hair darkened with sweat and fingers tangled in Sephiroth's hair, the other hand buried in inky feathers, maybe there is something about Leon that reminds Sephiroth of someone else as well.

His moans are left to hang in the air, mingling with the wet, meaty noises of Sephiroth pounding his ass. Like this, legs wrapped around sharp hips and back scrapped raw by the friction of ragged crystal, he must remind Sephiroth of something.

There's no other reason for the man to do this. To pin him in place and shove dark leather out of the way so they can fuck like impatient teenagers. Fumbling and messy and with more power than finesse. Sephiroth moves like he wants to break him. Leon takes it, rides it, and tries to forget slicked blond hair and a smile like the devil's promise.

Sephiroth isn't anyone but himself. Leon can't be anything more. But sealed together with spit and precum, leather clad fingers bruising tight around blood filled muscle, they can hold their personal hells close to their hearts. If Leon muffles someone else's name into the pale flash of Sephiroth's neck, the other man doesn't care. He just shoves in harder and groans something short and sweet and meant for someone else.

Once the darkness comes, there's no way back out. But they can hold on and drift together.

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Petshop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, question of ownership

pegunicent
2008-06-15 09:22 am UTC (link)

He sells pets to humans and watches the humans fall prey to the pets. In one sense, he owns the pets, because he can sell them, but truly, he only owns the shop where they choose to reside with him.

After all, the pets that don't want to be sold never are, and they almost always come back. With their human 'masters' in no shape to miss them.

But this one, this pet is his. Any of the others would have been delighted in his attention. Many of the more... compatible... pets had offered. Tetsu loudest and most blatant of all. But there was something about this one that drew him.

Maybe he's been corrupted by the humans he deals with, to find a kind of pleasure in owning and breaking that which he was never meant to touch.

'I don't know why I didn't see it before, with Chris it was obvious something special was in your line. But it's so dilute, so many humans perverting the strain with their filth I almost over looked it altogether.'

'What the hell are you going on about?! Back the fuck off D and tell me what the hell is going on! Where's Chris?'

'Safe, Detective. Much safer now than before. As you are. Don't worry, nothing can hurt you in my domain. Not without my permission anyway, and you're a rare enough species i wouldn't want you damaged.'

'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!? What's that smell... urgh...'

'Go to sleep Detective. It'll be very painful for you if you try to stay awake through this.'

'Wha... Auuuuggghh!'

Running long nails gently through the golden blond mane he smiled at the weak snarl of his pet. He was glorious now, freed of the contaminating human blood that locked down all but the strongest magics. Chris had cried for days, the change not nearly so hard as the knowledge he would never, ever see his human 'family' again. But he would survive, and Tetsu was taking good care of the new cub.

Wicked horns swung at him, and D calmly grabbed one. Forcing the creature's head back at a painful angle, he gazed into furious blue eyes and licked his lips. Yes, there was something right about having this pet just for himself. Leon might hate him, might never trust him, would possibly resent him and try to kill him or escape but he belonged to the Count now and after all these long ages he was looking forward to the opposition.

"Struggle all you like, fight me if you wish, but I have granted you freedom Orcot and in this place none will harm you. Not even myself. Step outside of these walls however, and who will come to your aid? You can not hide what you are, not yet." He said gently, free hand stroking over soft fur.

"What the hell have you done to me?" The voice was weak, changed now but still that obnoxious timbre that grated as much as it soothed.

D placed a gentle kiss on the velvety nose. "I released you. so many generations ago your respected ancestor must have chosen a human mate and down the line the blood diluted, until you didn't even know. But now you are as you were meant to be, because I simply couldn't let something so rare die away."

Rolling the larger, awkward body over, he crouched on the floor over his pet and soothed the fearful trembling with firm pets. "You are a Hind, Orcot. One of the last Cerynein Hinds in existence. Gold of hoof and horn, with mane and fur of glittering flax and a thirst for the blood of man."

Laying fully on the struggling form, binding the panicky creature with weight and magic, he met those scared blue eyes with his own mismatched orbs, a slight, fanged smile in place. "Don't worry though, you'll fit in well with the rest of us."

Kissing this way wasn't easy, but D was strong enough to make it work. He had to be, if he was going to keep this one just for himself.

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Kingdom Hearts, Kairi/Sora/Riku, first time(s)

cetus_nightmare
2008-06-15 09:28 am UTC (link)

"Hey Riku, wanna come and have sex with me and Kairi?" was NOT how Riku'd ever pictured Sora to talk to him (for real, that is) although it'd shown up in a few daydreams (and wet dreams).

So when he lets himself in to their secret hiding place, and sees Sora and Kairi there, playing with each other, naked and undressing, he's just a little left out and feeling overdressed.

As he turns to leave he scuffs his foot on the ground and Sora and Kairi still their frenzied moaning and jump him, Kairi's top hanging on by one strap (that's all he remembers, anyway) before they pull him into a boiling embrace, all lips and tongue and teeth and hands sliding down his pants to find his balls, exploring the join between his balls and his dick while Sora's other hand helps Kairi's other hand in taking off their shirts.

And when they're all naked (except for Sora, whose shoes are the very devil to take off - the laces are waaay too complicated for animal lust to unwind -) the light of the opening exposes a patch of warmth on all their bodies as they twist in previously unimaginable positions.

There's a flash of a strand of hair hangs down where Sora's dick pounds into Kairi, her mouth open in a gasp, Riku running his hands down over their bodies and exciting them all unintentionally - he's never done this before and doesn't really know what to do, but he just likes how immature Sora knows exactly what to do all the time here, and he just likes the feel of Kairi's satin curves against his fingers.

And then when Sora leans down and flicks a tongue tip over the edge of his cock he, embarassed at lasting this short, explodes over the brink and begins to fall apart Sora just laughs and watches Kairi with knowing eyes; indeed, she's watching Riku with wide eyes and clenching muscles, a moment before exploding herself -

And Sora doesn't even try to keep his own in.

He throws his head back and laughs, full and deep and finally complete.

And they're lying there, dazed on the floor of their hiding place as the light outside them dims into an indigo night.

They'll have to do this some other time.

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