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Tweak says, "No scooby snacks for you!"

JL Sigman (jlsigman) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2010-07-14 10:26:00

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prompts, round twelve

PROMPTS: E - J

Eastenders, Steve Owen/Matthew Rose, take care
Eerie Indiana, Dash-X/Marshall, obvious potential
ElfQuest, Kahvi/Rayek, who gets to decide
Eureka Seven, Anemone/Dominic, stretch and release
Eureka Seven, Talho/Holland, sneaking around on older brother
Eyes of the Dragon, Thomas/Dennis, loyalty
Eyesheild 21, Sena/Suzuna, celebrating the good times
Eyesheild 21, Sena/Suzuna, short skirts and roller blades
Eyesheild 21, Sena/Suzuna, tongue-tied

Fantastic Four (movie), Silver Surfer/Human Torch, playing in the sky
Ferngully, Pips/Zak, wings of his own
Final Fantasy Dissidia, Firion/Cecil/Cloud/Tidus (any order), orgy
Final Fantasy Dissidia, Sephiroth/Terra, magic, "She reminded him of a flower girl he'd once known.."
Final Fantasy Dissidia, Sephiroth/Terra, rough sex
Final Fantasy Dissidia, Sephiroth/Terra, secret meetings
Final Fantasy Dissidia, Terra/Cloud, tougher than she looks
Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, 'tell me, brother, where'd you get those scars?'
Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, in this broken world we choose
Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, white knight and dark knight
Final Fantasy Dissidia: Firion/Cloud, broken dreams
Final Fantasy IV, Rosa + Rydia/Cecil, Queen Rydia, former queen's public shaming, "will of the people"
Final Fantasy IV, Rosa + Rydia/Cecil, wedding, the skank of honor
Final Fantasy IV, Rosa/Scarmiglione, queen of filth, the (gross) dress and manners of his kingdom, "[her] foulness has no equal"
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/anyone, pet play, acting like a wild animal
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/Barbariccia, world's nastiest hair
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/Rosa, pop star skanks
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/Rosa/chocobos, beastiality, breeding bitch, mother of the stables
Final Fantasy IV: The After Years, Rosa/Ceodore, incest in public
Final Fantasy IV: The After Years, Rydia + Rosa/anyone/anything, Queen Rydia's bitch
Final Fantasy IV: The After Years, Rydia/Leonora/Harley/Izayoi/Rosa, Call Me Queen, stripping rank from Rosa
Final Fantasy V, Faris/Bartz, following orders
Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Sabin, reunion
Final Fantasy VII, AC!Cloud/CC!Sephiroth, facing ghosts
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Cloud, Aeris on top
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, everyone genderswitched
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Cloud, when the Puppy’s away…
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Zack/Cloud, guardian angels
Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys
Final Fantasy VII, CC!Zack/AC!Cloud, not a kid anymore
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Cloud, airline costs
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Cloud, take to the sky
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Tifa, maybe it was a blond thing
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Tifa, racing
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent, teacups
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Yuffie, "I've got it down to an art / Lonely sex with a desperate heart"
Final Fantasy VII, Cissnei/Aeris, it's raining in the church
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Reno, shut up
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, sex in an enclosed place
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, sex in the church; soft petals against her back.
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Yuffie, stealing hearts
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Aeris, in the mood
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Reno, drunken sex, the God of Beer and All Things Alcoholic
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Reno/Cloud, D/s, taming their pet killer to their hands
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Tifa, every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aerith, danger, predator/prey
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aerith, reproduction/mates; the last of their kind.
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, genderswap, “this is not the place to be doing this!”
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, anthro, “chasing tail”
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, fun with mutations
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, pet play, the puppy and the kitten
Final Fantasy VII, Shalua/Yuffie, "six impossible things before breakfast"
Final Fantasy VII, Shalua/Yuffie, "Your hands are beautiful; I will watch them forever"
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/AC Cloud/FFVII Cloud/CC Cloud; time travel/time shift; "His youngest self was unpolished, fervent sweetness; his middle self dominant aggression; and the eldest passionate finesse.
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Aeris, black leather and pink lace
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Aeris, softness
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/anyone, breasts as punching bags fetish
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Loz, teaching him manners
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Rude, she was stronger than he was, and it was hot
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Yuffie, alcohol kisses
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Yuffie, leg fetish
Final Fantasy VII, Turks/Cloud, gangbang, “Welcome back to ShinRa”
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, shapeshifting, different personas
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, xenokink, placating the not-so-inner-demons
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, "she plays the incorrigible criminal to your serious lawman"
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, "their sharpnesses entangled;" he's got claws but she's the sharp one
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, "white flowers in the afternoon;" romantic gestures from a retired professional psychopath
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, adrenaline and sex
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie, blindfold
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie+Chaos, desperation, "She didn't see them as monsters."
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Elena, graceless
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Shera, a pleasant surprise
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Tifa, thrice
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Vincent, domesticity/day to day life
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Vincent, outsiders
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, ghost sex, finally saying goodbye
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Tifa, role-playing
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Tifa, sex with a friend, comfort
Final Fantasy VIII, GF/Squall, compatibility
Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa + Quistis/Squall, planned humiliation, relationship martyrdom
Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Angelo, impregnation
Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Quistis/Selphie, hate pranks
Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Squall, first time, inexperience
Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Squall, she tops
Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Squall, hatesex
Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Squall/Rinoa, Squall in the middle
Final Fantasy X-2, Rikku/anyone, hazardous stupidity
Final Fantasy X-2, Rikku/anyone, playing dumb
Final Fantasy X-2, Yuna/Rikku, skank rubs off on you
Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Auron, drunk
Final Fantasy X, Rikku/Auron, stripping
Final Fantasy X, Rikku/Auron, tempestuous
Final Fantasy X, Rikku/Lulu, thunder and lightning
Final Fantasy X, Rikku/Yuna, a gift
Final Fantasy X, Rikku/Yuna, the best of the best
Final Fantasy X, Tidus/Rikku, sand on your skin
Final Fantasy X, Yuna/Lulu, magic
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Penelo, Hallucinations
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Penelo, Hurt/comfort
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Penelo, Tremble for me
Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/anyone, piss hair
Final Fantasy XIII, any, "and yea, the devils were numbered and counted, and there were none to be found."
Final Fantasy XIII, any, "The world forgetting, by the world forgot."
Final Fantasy XIII, Cid/Bartandelus(Rygdea) – Bart. using his ability to impersonate others to his advantage
Final Fantasy XIII, Cid/Lightning, attraction/flirtation, "How about I give you a tour of my ship?"
Final Fantasy XIII, Cid/Lightning, seduction, "She'd always been attracted to men in power."
Final Fantasy XIII, Cid/Rygdea, drink up, dreamers, you're running dry
Final Fantasy XIII, Cid/Rygdea, insubordination, payment
Final Fantasy XIII, Cid/Rygdea, rough trade
Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, "Let me love you one last time"
Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, "This shimmering life inside," pregnancy kink
Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, "vergissmennicht (forget me not)"
Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, "your seraph glance"
Final Fantasy XIII, Sazh/Vanille, innocence
Final Fantasy XIII, Sazh/Vanille, secrets
Final Fantasy XIII, Snow/Lightning, love/hate relationship
Final Fantasy XIII, Snow/Lightning, sex in a public place
Final Fantasy XIII, Snow/Lightning/Serah, things had changed
Firefly, Mal/Jayne, sharing with Vera
Firefly, Mal/Simon, fireflies
Four Rooms, Ted/Angela/Siegfried, game
Fringe, anybody/Olivia, non-con
Fringe, Nina/Olivia, co-operation
Fringe, Nina/Olivia, fear
Fringe, Nina/Olivia, indulge
Fringe, Walternate/our Olivia, revenge
Fruits Basket, Tohru/Saki, Through this dark veil
Fullmetal Alchemist, Al/Mei, returning a favor
Fullmetal Alchemist, Al/Mei, wedding night
Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, automail appreciation
Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, foodsex
Fullmetal Alchemist, Greed/Ling, indulgence
Fullmetal Alchemist, Lanfan/Ling, the night watch
Fullmetal Alchemist, Lanfan/Ling/Greed, empire
Fullmetal Alchemist, Ling/Ran Fan, foodsex
Fullmetal Alchemist, Ling/Ran Fan, one night together
Fullmetal Alchemist, Ling/Ran Fan, you play empress, and I'll be your bodyguard
Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza/Winry, Hit or miss
Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza/Winry, If you blink, you'll miss me
Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Kimbley, no rules needed
Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Riza, tenderness, thank god you're alive
Fullmetal Alchemist, Winry/Ed, kids
Fullmetal Alchemist, Wrath/Mrs Bradley, I chose my wife
Fushigi Yuugi, Nakago/Hotohori, diplomacy
Fushigi Yuugi, Suzaku/Hotohori, worship
Fushigi Yuugi, Suzaku/Seiryuu, slap slap kiss

Gates The, Lukas Ford/Brett Crezski, acting like a wolf at last
Gates The, Lukas Ford/Brett Crezski, beta
Gates The, Lukas Ford/Charlie Monohan, hunt
Gates The, Lukas Ford/Charlie Monohan, obsession
Glee, Finn/Puck/Quinn, fix
Glee, Puck/Rachel/Jesse, protective
Gokusen, Shin/Kumiko, tattoo
Gorillaz, Murdoc/Noodle, feel good
Gorillaz, Murdoc/Noodle/Cyborg Noodle, you only live twice
Guilty Gear, Ky Kiske/Dizzy, learning to appreciate the differences, accepting a Gear
Guilty Gear, Sol Badguy/Ky Kiske, electricity play
Guilty Gear, Zato-1/Venom, in dreams
Gundam Wing, Heero/Duo, sex in risky places, “You have got to be kidding me”
Gundam Wing, Heero/Duo, uniform kink, admiring his ass in those pants
Gurenn Lagann, Simon/Nia, a final goodbye
Gurenn Lagann, Simon/Nia, a mess in the kitchen
Gurenn Lagann, Simon/Nia, daydreams

Hanna is Not a Boy's Name, Finas/Casimiro, prison bitches
Hanna is Not a Boy's Name, Veser/Lee, keep me
Harold and Kumar, anyone, the return home
Harry Potter, Bill/Fleur/Lavender, inside and out
Harry Potter, Draco/Goyle, left behind
Harry Potter, Draco/Neville/Harry, I dare you
Harry Potter, Draco/Ron, adultery
Harry Potter, Ginny/Lucius, a remarkably poor attempt at seduction
Harry Potter, Harry/Hermione/Neville, alcohol
Harry Potter, Hermione/Ginny, taste
Harry Potter, Hermione/Luna, knees
Harry Potter, Luna/Dean, sensual
Harry Potter, Luna/Hermione, costume ball
Harry Potter, Neville/Harry, first time
Harry Potter, Padfoot/Moony, things changed after their daytime selves became lovers
Harry Potter, Pansy/Hermione, BDSM
Harry Potter, Ron/Draco, calling him Ronald
Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus, playing fetch
Homestuck, Karkat/John, this human emotion
Honey and Clover, Yamada/Nomiya, in the park after dark
Hotelier, Edward Kikuchi/Mizusawa Keigo, magnificent bastard

Incredible Hulk The, Emil Blonsky/General Ross
Infinite Undiscovery, Sigmund/Capell/Aya, comparisons
Infinite Undiscovery, Sigmund/Edward, vampire AU
It, Henry Bowers/Losers Club, forgotten

Justice League Unlimited, Shayera/Fire + Dr. Polaris, episode I Am Legion, forced mace sodomy

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Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys

sekiharatae
2010-07-15 08:23 pm UTC (link)

Ostensibly, he was trying to broaden his friend’s horizons. Educate him on things that – maybe – he hadn’t been exposed to in his little mountain village.

Heck, it wasn’t like he’d arrived all-knowing from Gongaga, either.

People here in the city were much more frank about sex than they’d ever been back home. Not to mention that Gongaga hadn’t had hookers or anything remotely like the Honey Bee Inn, and he’d bet gil that Nibelheim hadn’t, either.

Which was why he’d dragged Cloud to an adult store in Wall Market. Angeal had subjected his younger self to the same treatment, hoping to brush off some of the dust of naivete, and Zack figured it would work just as well for his best friend.

Even without the added harassment of Genesis making comments in the background.

But good intentions in the grand scheme didn’t mean Zack couldn’t have an ulterior motive, too. He was fairly certain he’d never managed that shade of red in his life, for example. And who knew full-grown men past the torture of puberty could get that squeaky?

The younger teen had been alright at the front of the store, where the shelves were stocked with nothing racier than furry cuffs and satin blindfolds, edible lingerie and pleather pants for rollplaying bedroom games. Here among the toys, though, was a different story.

“What are those?” Cloud asked in a high-pitched whisper, staring at a ten-inch strand of materia beads in graduated sizes.

“Anal beads,” Zack returned in a normal tone, just so he could watch Cloud panic and shush him. “Which explains where they go easily enough. What they do is help create a feeling of fullness for those who like it, and removing them at the right time and pace can intensify an orgasm.”

Resisting the urge to ask how Zack knew so much – was it personal experience? – Cloud frowned at the toy instead. “Why materia? Why not plastic or something?”

“They’re quake materia.”

“So?”

Rather than answer, Zack just looked at him. And looked at him. And then raised an eyebrow... and finally Cloud got it.

“Seriously?”

And there was that glass-breaking crack that so amused him, coming from the normally calm Cloud.

“Oh yeah. It’s the most popular thing, now.” He gestured further down the display to various other green-tinted glassy objects. “You can get just about anything you want made out of materia – dildos, plugs, nipple clamps, Wutaian bells...”

“Wutaian bells?” Cloud asked, just to stop the litany.

“Little round balls that bounce together to create vibration. You insert them in your lady’s–”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Cloud interrupted, pale mountain skin flame bright with embarrassment. “You can stop now.”

“You asked.”

“Which was my second mistake. The first was letting you drag me in here!”

“You sure? Because you’ve learned so much already!” Zack said brightly, struggling not to laugh as indignant blond brows lowered over blue eyes beginning to light with annoyance. “They don’t all use quake materia, you know. Ice and Slow are popular, too. Or for those who like pain with their pleasure, there’s fire and lightning – very mild, but I hear they still give an impressive sting.”

“Zack. Stop talking.”

“I’m just trying to help, Cloud,” Zack replied, feigning hurt.

Rolling his eyes, Cloud turned his back and stalked toward the front of the store.

“We can’t leave yet!” Zack called after him, “You still haven’t seen their selection of lube! Or the floggers!”

"Not interested!"

A moment later the door slammed open then shut, and Zack collapsed laughing. Ifrit’s fiery horns he’d pay for this later, but it had so been worth it. He’d gotten a fantastic laugh, and if Cloud could deal with him in full-on heckling mode, the jerks in the barracks hadn’t a chance of Spiky losing his cool the next time they started in talking about their latest sexcapades.

Mission accomplished!

With a last look at the shelves around him – he couldn’t help wondering (alright, fantasizing) how Aerith would react to some of it – he jogged after the younger man.

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	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys inoru_no_hoshi 2010-07-15 11:38 pm UTC (link)
	cracks up EPIC. I can't decide whether to cheer Zack on, or sympathise with Cloud...so I'll just do both. While laughing. :D Small correction for when/if you repost after the battle's over: "rollplaying" should be "role-playing". :) ~Mara (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys sekiharatae 2010-07-16 12:08 am UTC (link)
	face palm I stared at that thinking there was something wrong, and couldn't figure it out. Doh! Bug I'm glad I amused you. =D (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys inoru_no_hoshi 2010-07-16 02:21 am UTC (link)
	Well, if you'd meant, say, dinner rolls or something, then it would've been accurate as-is, but since I didn't think you did... xDD Glad to help! You did indeed. :D ~Mara (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys sekiharatae 2010-07-17 12:10 am UTC (link)
	LOL. Sadly, I am unaware of any sex game that requires wearing pleather pants while eating dinner rolls. ;) So I will have to admit to brain fail and fumble-fingers. =D (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys inoru_no_hoshi 2010-07-17 12:50 am UTC (link)
	Zack might make one up, just to see the looks on other peoples' faces? xD ~Mara (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys valentineninja 2010-07-16 02:00 am UTC (link)
	Ha, it's funny that I can picture Cloud's mortified face in my head. This was another wonderful read! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys sekiharatae 2010-07-17 12:10 am UTC (link)
	Thank you! =D (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys jlsigman 2010-07-16 09:34 am UTC (link)
	Zaaaaack!!! LMAO! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys sekiharatae 2010-07-17 12:11 am UTC (link)
	Woot! =D (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys aikonamika 2010-07-16 12:56 pm UTC (link)
	laughing This? This is fantastic. Thank you. grin (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys sekiharatae 2010-07-17 12:11 am UTC (link)
	Thank you! Glad I could make you laugh. =D (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys amethyst-key.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 06:39 pm UTC (link)
	chokes on juice OH, ZACK. You're so cruel! Poor Cloud! “We can’t leave yet!” Zack called after him, “You still haven’t seen their selection of lube! Or the floggers!” Best line out of the whole fic! I can just imagine him running after Cloud yelling this. Also, love the backround info for the materia in "Big Things Come In Small Packages". (Reply to this) (Parent)

Letting Go - (Fantastic Four (movie), Silver Surfer/Human Torch, playing in the sky)

kalira
2010-07-17 03:42 am UTC (link)

Again, my character-counter and IJ's disagree - by 34 characters. This is just under the line - 4,299 - but IJ won't let me post it as one comment. Sorry!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Johnny could almost hear his sister’s scolding in his head, but he disregarded it just as easily as if she were present, ducking into a huge loop and twisting around his pursuer, laughing gleefully as the Surfer evaded his double-back and spun to follow his flaming trail.

His laugh caught in his throat as he felt strong hands, unflinching at the heat of his flesh, wrap around his ankle, spinning them both around that point to bring them face to face.

Johnny laughed again as the Surfer peered at him confusedly, releasing the almost too-strong grip. Before his companion - and de-facto . . . playmate, he supposed - had a chance to duck out of reach, Johnny slipped beneath his chest and wrapped his still-flaming arms around the Surfer’s waist.

The Surfer froze, then looked down curiously, befuddled by Johnny’s inexplicable actions - he wasn’t surprised; he tended to mystify even the people who were to some degree used to him, and the Surfer barely understood humans at all.

Johnny felt a tempting flash of temptation and, after a long moment of meeting the Surfer’s eerie eyes, he gave in to it, pressing a kiss to the centre of that smooth, near-featureless chest.

He waited, wondering what the result of his latest impulsive move would be - after all, this was one of the few people on the planet who could not only stand being near his fire but could twist him into a pretzel with little to no effort.

The Surfer’s hands had dropped to grasp lightly just beneath his shoulders, but there was no further move for long minutes - Johnny registered faintly that they were still spinning lazily through the air, and took a moment to be grateful that their play had led them far out over uninhabited land.

“I find myself still unfamiliar with human habits, but my observations have led me to believe that this was as intimate an act among your people as my own.” the Surfer spoke calmly, never truly asking a question.

Johnny grinned nervously - he thought that he had learned enough of the Surfer’s expressions to interpret how he felt; but there could really be no assuming on such an intimate level, no matter how much he had suddenly discovered he wanted this. “I- That depends on what it signifies for your people…”

The Surfer bent, twisting slightly and dislodging Johnny’s grip on him. He stared into Johnny’s eyes contemplatively, then covered the firebrand’s mouth gently with his own, pulling away after a few seconds to watch for a reaction.

Johnny had stilled at the touch, eyes wide, but those few seconds were all he needed to recover his senses - and make up his mind. He lunged upwards, boosting it with his power and sending them into a complicated spin, whirling over the terrain, which blurred beneath them. The Surfer flinched for a moment, but as Johnny caught his mouth again, he relaxed into the move - he didn’t even bother correcting their uncontrolled turn.

It was mere minutes later when Johnny’s skilled lips and tongue - and hands - nearly robbed him of his senses; something he only noticed once he realized that they were sinking.

He tried to gather enough control to fly, but it proved unnecessary as well as impossible. Johnny had ratcheted up even hotter as the Surfer began to return the exploratory touches, and both males rose from the extra heat.

The Surfer gasped, arching backwards and rolling them until Johnny was straddled across him. Johnny grinned at him again - though this time it was a little different than the last; hotter, not to press a point.

Johnny traced whorls of fire that faded fast over the shimmery expanse of the Surfer’s body, moaning quietly as his eyes glazed over. “You have no idea what it’s like to finally be able to let go, that you can take it - and so…” he broke off, nuzzling at the Surfer’s jaw.

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Re: Letting Go - (Fantastic Four (movie), Silver Surfer/Human Torch, playing in the sky)

kalira
2010-07-17 03:42 am UTC (link)

The Surfer wrapped hands around Johnny’s waist, gripping hard enough that it would have damaged a lesser creature. Johnny threw his head back, howling - but not in pain.

He chuckled - an odd sound, one Johnny wouldn’t have expected. “Yes… I do.”

Johnny managed to muster a grin, but before he could speak - or instigate the next step, one they were both nearing desperation for - Johnny’s communicator, built into the collar of his suit, buzzed and emitted Reed’s voice, calling them back to the Baxter Building.

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	Re: Letting Go - (Fantastic Four (movie), Silver Surfer/Human Torch, playing in the sky) jlsigman 2010-07-17 10:40 am UTC (link)
	Gah, damnit, Reed! Just when things were getting interesting! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Letting Go - (Fantastic Four (movie), Silver Surfer/Human Torch, playing in the sky) (Anonymous) 2010-07-19 05:39 am UTC (link)
	Wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with us! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, white knight and dark knight

pegunicent
2010-07-18 07:11 am UTC (link)

They are very much alike. He doesn't like to admit it even in the safety of his own mind, but he has never shied from the truth, no matter how distasteful. This soldier child and he share may things, beyond their current struggle.

They are both loners, stoic and unimpressed with the zealous confidence of youth. They are blade bearers, their hands callused roughly, their shoulders and arms tight with hard earned muscle. They can use magic, but prefer the honest sting of steel. They both serve Cosmos the best they can, in their own ways, for their own reasons, which neither have the need to share.

Despite his years, this warrior child is as much a man as anyone and that is a bitter truth to accept for at the end of the day, when the stars are bright, the nameless one would like to think that all children can rest easier. That the worlds are a better place than he knows they are, to produce such heroes as he now walks beside. He has hope that there will be no more children with sword scar across their brows and powder burns on their hands.

This is where they differ, where the bitterness plays heavily on his heart for Squall does not even understand this hope. He does not realize he has been robbed of something precious years before he can appreciate it. Squall sees the world in shades of ever shifting gray, where right and wrong, good and evil are neither truth nor absolutes. He fights not for the poisonous treason of vengeance, nor the clean purity of Faith, but simply because the fight must be fought, and he has no other purpose in life but war. It is writ on his soul as clearly as the scar across his brow.

The nameless aches for peace eternal and Squall could not survive in such a void of reason.

That is, he tells himself, why he comes late in the hour to the child's bedroll and provides the comfort of a shield brother. From one knight to another he gives heat and passion and release and takes his own small measure of comfort. They have only this war together, this bloodstained battlefield of broken dreams. If he can give Squall even some small piece of Hope to cling to, to understand in the press of slick flesh and fevered kisses, grasping hands and coiled tense desire... If he can do that he'll have defeated an evil to rival Garland on any world.

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	Re: Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, white knight and dark knight jlsigman 2010-07-18 11:14 am UTC (link)
	Oh oh oh this is BEAUTIFUL. Thank you. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, white knight and dark knight pegunicent 2010-07-18 02:58 pm UTC (link)
	Thank you, I wasn't sure I got his voice right sine I've never played the game. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, ghost sex, finally saying goodbye

urplesquirrel
2010-07-20 02:49 am UTC (link)

“Why am I a trooper again?” Cloud asked. It said something for how used to the surreal he was that the thing he noticed as out of place was being a fifteen year old again.

Zack shrugged, “It’s your dream. It's probably because that's how you remember me, with yourself as a kid. You can change it if you like.”

Cloud frowned in concentration, but couldn't feel anything changing.

"How?" he finally asked, feeling a little helpless.

Zack grinned, "Need some help there?"

Cloud hung his head, "I'm not a kid anymore and I don't like looking like one, even if it's only a dream."

"Come here," Zack said, holding out his arms. Cloud stepped forward into Zack's warm embrace and sighed, feeling tension ease from his shoulders - which were suddenly stronger and broader.

Zack released him from the hug and looked him up and down, "That's a good look on you, Spike. You don't look quite so much like a baby chocobo."

Cloud almost smiled. He'd been accused of looking like a chocobo for most of his life, but when Zack did it, it felt warm and good-natured. He sat down on a convenient chair that he must've dreamed up just for the purpose.

"So why are you here?" Cloud asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Aw, come on!" Zack protested, "Can't I just make a social call?"

"You haven't before," Cloud pointed out.

Zack's face fell, "Yeah, I know. I just... it took me a while to realize how much you needed me. When I saw you crying today..."

"You saw me crying?" Cloud asked. It would figure that the only time he'd cried in half a decade would be the time Zack was watching him.

"Aerith and I are always keeping an eye on you," Zack said, "Well, me more than Aerith. She's got more on her plate than me. But we watch you all the time."

"Stalker," Cloud muttered, blushing lightly. There was no venom in it though. It felt nice to know that they were looking after him.

"Cloud?" Zack asked, suddenly right in front of his face, "Are you alright?"

"A long way from it," Cloud answered wryly.

Zack gave him a weak smile and reached out to stroke Cloud's cheek. Cloud leaned into the touch, as warm and soft as he remembered.

"You know that I love you, right?" Zack asked.

Suddenly Zack's touch and steady gaze seemed too intimate, and Cloud looked away. Zack caught his chin and turned him back.

"Cloud, look at me," he ordered. It was gentle, but Cloud couldn't think of disobeying. He met Zack's eyes, intense and serious and a small, involuntary shiver ran down his spine.

"I know you don't think you deserve it, or maybe you don't really believe it, but I want you to understand that I love you very much," Zack said, "And I always have."

"Zack..." Cloud whispered.

"There's a lot about you that's worth loving, Cloud," Zack said, and kissed him.

Cloud leaned into the kiss immediately. Ah, so this was what had been missing when he'd kissed other people. Zack's kiss was gentle but firm, and felt like kissing electricity - if electricity had spontaneously decided to caress instead of scorch.

Zack pulled back, smiling, "You are very good for my ego, you know that?"

Cloud snorted, "Watch out for your hubris."

Zack laughed, "There's the snarky Cloud I know and love! I should've kissed you sooner."

"Why didn't you?" Cloud asked.

"Cloud, when I realized I was in love with you, you were catatonic," Zack said, "Only a complete slimeball would've taken advantage of you, and I'm not a complete slimeball. Just a little bit of one."

Even with that, Cloud wished he had. He'd spent years wishing he'd managed to claw his way back to consciousness just a day sooner, an hour sooner. Maybe if Zack had kissed him, that would've broken through the mako-fog and given him a better reason to fight.

"Cloud," Zack said softly, "Don't be in your memories, be here. Be with me, here and now."

Cloud kissed him again. If this was a dream, that meant they had a time limit and he had no intention of missing this because of a damn alarm clock. Zack grinned against his mouth and toppled them onto the bed that the ever-obliging dream had provided for them.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, ghost sex, finally saying goodbye

urplesquirrel
2010-07-20 02:49 am UTC (link)

Be here, Zack murmured, and Cloud was. He lost himself in the here and now, the smell of Zack's sweat, the taste of his skin, the touch of his hands. He wasn't a virgin, but this felt like what a first time should be like, with Zack covering him and surrounding him and filling him with sensation until he thought he could die from it.

It didn't last nearly long enough, but afterwards he lay in Zack's arms, sated and the closest to happy he'd been in years. Zack pressed a kiss against his jawline, and smiled at him again.

"Good?" he asked.

"Yeah," Cloud replied. He frowned, "Aerith -"

"Knows," Zack said simply.

Cloud nodded. He could deal with that.

"Unfortunately, you're going to have to wake up soon," Zack said.

"Don't want to."

Zack kissed him again, "We can do this again if you want. There will be other dreams, Cloud. But you have to understand that dreams are all I can give you."

"Zack..."

"I want you to live, Cloud. Aerith wants you to live. We want you to be happy. And if dreams and visions of us are what will make you happy, then we'll be here. But I don't think you'll really be happy like that."

Cloud felt tears gathering in his eyes, "I just... I love you, Zack. I don't want to lose you."

"I know, Cloud. I really do understand. But if you don't let us go, you'll just live in the past. Don't spend your life waiting to die. I want you to live for me. Will you do that?"

Cloud was quiet for a very long time before nodding, "I'll try."

"That's all I ask."

Cloud curled into Zack and buried his face into his shoulder, "Will you stay until I wake up?"

"Of course."

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	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, ghost sex, finally saying goodbye jlsigman 2010-07-20 10:42 am UTC (link)
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	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, ghost sex, finally saying goodbye inoru_no_hoshi 2010-07-21 07:11 am UTC (link)
	.... ;________; Oh, the heartache. Want my heart in repayment? ♥ ~Mara (Reply to this) (Parent)

Final Fantasy VIII, GF/Squall, compatibility (1/3)

tainted4life
2010-07-21 05:25 am UTC (link)

She's slow at first, and it surprises him. Sharp ice is a quick cut, there and gone faster than Shiva arrives. The fragmented moments as she fills his mind are graceful, are beautiful—

The world looks crisper, brighter. Every noise reverberates; he feels every thread of his shirt.

All the while, she's a clear mountain pond in his mind. She throbs larger and larger even while his skull feels smaller and smaller.

—and take too long. It's not until her flow and his ebb meet in the middle, a soul too large for a body that's critically small, that she appears.

And when she appears, Squall's not watching his Guardian Force. Instead, he sees the shapely curve of her calf. Sees her long nails and slender wrists, the sweep of her throat.

She breaks her prison, showers the plain with snow and ice, like sparkling dust clouds. He watches the swell of her breasts, the way her muscles shift as she moves. Sunlight skitters along the blue of her skin, but the lurid color only makes her seem more real to him.

The summon ends; the battle's his. She turns to face him. Her arched eyebrow is knowing, but the distance in her eyes and the way she's set her mouth looks sad, or disappointed. It's as if she's saying not only that she knows him, but that she knows what he wants.

He doesn't want to care about this fleeting moment. She's a presence in his mind, a means to an end. Junction Shiva, use magic. But she's a piece of his mind now, too.

She only gives him a last, lingering silent look, then vanishes in a wisp of steam. Squall takes a deep breath to fight off the adrenaline jitters, then looks at the flash-frosted field full of Caterchipillar corpses.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. Junctioning is complicated.

***

She was slow at first, but she's getting faster. With every passing day, she becomes a bit more active in his mind. She never behaves like a second personality, but he can still feel her presence. She has nothing to say, but she's aware.

It's still not fast enough. He wants to waste as little time as possible in the Fire Cavern.

So he spends an afternoon wandering the beaches, pulling Blizzard from Fastitocalons. She seems startled every time he reaches for her in order to draw, but when they touch the spell's cool sharpness, he hears a wintry chuckle.

He draws Blizzard until his fingers feel numb and his teeth chatter. The ocean licks at his boots, the breeze plays with hair slicked by salt-spray and sweat, and he managed to get sand in his gloves. But the irritating grit of sand around the base of his thumb pales in comparison to the burning chill that sets in despite the sun heating up his jacket and pants. His body shudders every time he breathes in.

Squall stands absolutely still for a moment, then turns around. It's a long hike back to the Roger Dincht Memorial Highway. He only needs an easy uphill walk to get away from the beach, but before the road there's a grassy hill-and-valley meadow. Garden and Balamb Town alternate maintanance to make sure monsters can't hide in the grass, but Bite Bugs won't be discouraged by anything short of scorched earth tactics—employed with napalm and kept up for weeks on end.

He pushes his way through, dispatching Bite Bugs with a casual sweep of his belt knife. He pulls Scan from them as they twitch but before they go still. All the while, the sun presses down on him. Mulling over his stolen Blizzards, rolling them around so they're cool in his mouth, doesn't help.

By the road, he finally stops moving. He crouches in the tiny shade of the tallest grass he can find.

The spells don't seem as cold or sharp now that he's sitting by the asphalt. The heat and bright light dull the spells.

Shiva stirs again. He catches a hint of exasperation before she shifts and he jolts, lurching half out of the crouch. It's a headache like brain freeze and the sensation of water sliding around in the bottom of a bowl all at once—

—But the spells are sharper, are colder than they were when he drew them, and he hears her chuckle again. It's the low, smooth sound of the wind playing amongst snowdrifts. And then she's silent again. Pleased, but waiting.

What she's waiting for, he's not sure. He doesn't want to know.

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Final Fantasy VIII, GF/Squall, compatibility (2/3)

tainted4life
2010-07-21 05:27 am UTC (link)

She was slow at first, but she's getting faster, and she's spending more and more time awake. Sometimes he imagines her barefoot and curled up in some corner of his mind with her eyes narrowed in satisfaction and a haughty, expectant smile curving her lower lip.

It's a pleasant image, but it terrifies him nonetheless. He can cast without her help, but once he exhausts his supply of magic, he won't be able to draw more.

He needs her.

It makes him want to rip her out of his head.

***

Quistis corners him after his fight with Seifer. Shiva shifts again. He catches a hint of something multi-faceted and complex, a blend of irritation and amusement.

He harvests a few Cures and Scans from Bite Bugs. When he starts heading in the direction of the beach, Quistis stifles a laugh. She manages to make a snort sound dignified, but it's not like he's going to tell her so.

"Harvesting Blizzard," he says, even though she didn't ask.

She shakes her head and smiles a little.

He turns away, annoyed enough to break into a jog, and then a run. She follows at a steady pace, of course; basic training starts with a timed cross-country course between Garden and the beachfront, and he's heard SeeDs referring to a jog from Garden to Balamb Town as "brisk."

Shiva is active throughout the run. He gets the feeling she's looking out through his eyes, but he's never sure what she's doing. And he's sensed strange patience from her, as if she's waiting for him to make sense.

"You really are the perfect student," Quistis says as they crest the final hill.

The image of Shiva in his head smiles. Not the usual imperious, satisfied smile but one that's actually happy—but the image vanishes, leaving him only the slippery brainfreeze feel as she stretches.

He closes his eyes, catches a glimpse of a slim blue fist uncurling around something.

The Blizzard spells glitter, sharp as the edge of his gunblade and cold, colder, coldest, temperature still dropping as they freeze and superfreeze.

Squall hears a humming whistle-whine. It's the distinctive sound of gossamer wings beating fast and hard enough to suspend a foot-long body. He turns and casts Blizzard at it, flinging the spell with force that surprises him.

Shiva only stretches, her winter-wind chuckle cool against his cheek.

***

She was slow at first, but she was ice-cut quick in the Fire Cavern. Ifrit bellowed in pain when Squall cast his first Blizzard. His howling was so thick with outrage when Squall summoned her that he almost couldn't make any words of the roar.

After that, though, he could feel her shifting again. This time, rather than grow, she shrank. He thought about her, thought about ice, even drew a few extra Blizzards on the way back to Garden, but the draw went slowly, and she made no response after that.

She was cooperative during the exam, but when he prods her during the boring wait outside Cid's office, she shuts down. He tries again, but she replies with a sense of tiredness and then total silence.

It's not until after the ball, when he's lying on his back in his dorm room and staring at Ifrit's card, that she stirs again.

The card's warm. It's warm enough to hurt if he leaves the same finger on the edges for too long, and he learned quickly not to brush his thumb over Ifrit's face on the card.

Shiva stretches again. It's just like summoning: she's growing larger and larger while he feels like he's shrinking. But she does it quickly, then stops and reverses: she shrinks this time. She cycles between the two, ebbing and flowing, rising and falling, filling him and then retreating, until his head spins.

The Blizzard spells he still has stored have blunted edges, but they're freezing, ice cold inside his chest. He starts to shiver.

Just to take control of the situation, he forces another reverse. He starts the ebb and flow again, concentrates on keeping it in the right order.

The world's a crystal-clear burst of sensation as she fills him. He feels every thread of his shirt, of his bedspread. The heat of Ifrit's card is unbearable and he drops it in a heartbeat that lasts forever.

He hears howling winds and she's with him, stretched out on the bed beside him, eyeing Ifrit's card with disdain.

He sweeps an arm out to knock the card off his bunk.

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Final Fantasy VIII, GF/Squall, compatibility (3/3)

tainted4life
2010-07-21 05:28 am UTC (link)

Her lips twitch up. She rises slowly and takes a breath.

Squall watches her chest rise and then fall, wants to ask, 'Did you know your skin is freezing?'

But she's not cold. As close as she is, he can feel the heat she radiates.

Her lips part. She takes another breath, holds it, then releases it in a slow stream of frost.

He doesn't want to believe it. But her warmth spreads through the blankets, and crystallized air dampens his bare arms.

"Shiva," he says, but she puts a pale blue hand over his mouth.

The serene sparkle of her eyes makes her look patient despite the sad crook of her lips, the distant way she holds her head. Has he disappointed her, like that first time? (Does he care?) Is she waiting for him to make sense?

She looks at him for a long moment before she seems to come to a decision.

When she moves, her body's a sky-bright softness, shimmers with the dappled shine of sunlight on the sea.

There's no time to react before she straddles his waist: she's the liquid, undulating flow of ice floes on curling waves.

"Shiva," he says again; again, she covers his mouth.

She walks her hand away from his lips, trails her fingertips across his cheek, his chin. Her nails trace a line on his neck.

He jerks, wary and unnerved, but undeniably aroused.

In an impressive display of flexibility, she bends forward until her lips press against his. Her mouth is soft, tastes of sweet almonds and the weightless frost that sears the air before a snowstorm.

He reaches one arm around her, grips the back of her neck.

She traces her way down his jaw, his throat, to his chest, toys with his pendant.

And then the pendant is off. Shiva lifts his hand, tugs at the ring. Her nails leave red lines on his hand. When she tosses the ring away, he turns his head to follow it. It skitters along the floor, settling in a corner.

She takes his chin in her hand and turns his head toward her. Maybe she's trying to tell him something.

Whatever it is, he's not getting the message.

He's strangely comforted by the fact that he has no idea what's going on in her head.

She leans a little away from him so she can slide her hands under his shirt.

He jerks again, startled at her freezing hot touch, at the jolt up his spine when her fingers graze the mark of his desperate leap into the hydrofoil.

Her lips curve up, flash silvery teeth. She tugs on the hem of his undershirt before leaning away again.

He drops his hands to his waist, peels the shirt off, sends it flying. He unbuttons the uniform trousers with trembling hands.

Pants, undershirt, and underwear tossed away, he can only stare as Shiva arches over him. The stalactite bikini melts into nothingness.

Squall reaches for her and she lets him. His fingers skim the curves and planes of her body. Her breasts are full and heavy in his palm.

She curls a hand around his cock.

This is all she wants. Now he knows—but the knowing is cold.

She sinks onto him. He lifts his hips, tries to find purchase without gripping her waist too hard. He settles for bracing his palms against the wall behind his head.

Shiva is tight around him, hot. Wet. She starts their rhythm, keeps their hips sliding against each other like the first snowflakes of an avalanche.

The press of her against him, around him, the way she tightens is perfect. The Blizzard spells sharpen again. His hands dig into her hips as she rides his; his mouth can't suppress a groan.

He throws his head back, lets out a harsh gasp from a throat hoarsened by desire and damage.

Her body takes him under. It's like waves crashing against a shore and he yields to it.

She doesn't make a sound when she finally closes her eyes. Her body tightens around him even further, until finally she gives a ragged sigh. Around them, the moisture in the air freezes. It reflects the light for an instant, making the entire room glow cold, but then it shatters and she's gone.

He's left naked on the bed with weak knees and sharply unbearable Blizzard spells coursing through his veins.

He wants to draw more.

END

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Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, 'tell me, brother, where'd you get those scars?'

pegunicent
2010-07-22 01:42 pm UTC (link)

He who is nameless has many scars. They run over his hands an arms, pale lacing of flesh hidden under strong armor. Some have made their way to his shoulders, his back, his legs, but most are etch themselves across his arms for he swings a sword and there is where he holds his violence, in blade and spell.

When he takes off his armor he has more scars than his companions, the young children and quicksilver healing SOLDIER. He has a earned the aches in his knuckles and shins.

Squall does not carry his violence, he is violence. His face bisected by a dark line, his hands more patchwork than smooth, the skin of his wrists and ankles melted like wax in perfect rings. His back and chest, from shoulder to thigh he bears a mark for every weapon and beast in Cosmos creation. They overlap each other, testament to many years of impractical leather armor in war zones. Still, there are patches of virgin skin, pale as snow, that peek from cages of scars.

He could never trace them all, can not map more than the edges in some places with lips and teeth and tongue. Squall does not remember where half of them came from, a careless ease at his own injury that tears at the heartstrings. Squall recounts, when asked, tales of leaving wounds to fester, letting bones grind broken at times when healing spells and potions were plentiful, simply to let the power of Limit come faster. Squall refers to the use of a single Curaga as a 'waste' when describing the electric torture that seared his nerves.

The world threw Squall away, a cast-off tool, easily disregarded in the grand scheme. He who is nameless can understand the pain of that betrayal, but the acceptance of pain, the welcoming of it as proof of existence... That hurts more than their enemies blades through the joints of his armor. It makes him pull the boy close in the cold, a murmur of old wounds aching in the chill. If all his magic in the dark of night could erase the horrors writ so plain by light of day... If he dared ask a reward from Cosmos this miracle would be his choosing.

Surely there can be no evil in love.

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	Re: Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, 'tell me, brother, where'd you get those scars? jlsigman 2010-07-23 10:57 am UTC (link)
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	Re: Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, 'tell me, brother, where'd you get those scars? pegunicent 2010-07-27 04:39 am UTC (link)
	Yay! I'm loved! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Mine - (Harry Potter, Padfoot/Moony, things changed after their daytime selves became lovers)

kalira
2010-07-24 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Remus had been so nervous, but Sirius just knew everything would work out - much though he protested, that undeniable certainty, self-confidence, whatever it was . . . it was one of the things that he had always loved about Siri.

Now, sitting here, naked, in the Shrieking Shack, staring at Sirius’ grey eyes, still not showing even the slightest hint of nervousness - not that he ever did, in this situation - Remus could almost feel like nothing would go wrong. Something, though . . . something deep down inside himself - the wolf, he supposed - told him that nothing would be the same after tonight.

Remus opened his mouth, about to try again, but even if he hadn’t felt the crunching of bone that signaled a change coming now, he wouldn’t have said anything. He knew his Siri, and he knew there was no point arguing any more - not when he looked like that.

Remus howled in pain - a noise starting as a man’s pained shrieking and ending as the wolf’s triumphant declaration. When his - very different - eyes cleared, and he could see again, he pushed himself to his feet and shook his head, looking up to see a sea of black fur. Sirius grinned at him, wagging his tail, and Remus saw the wolf’s reaction but could do nothing to stop himself, or warn his new lover.

The wolf growled, pouncing and bowling the great dog over onto its side. Sirius, to his credit, reacted quickly - first he had frozen, at the unexpected angry growl, his eyes dilating, but after he hit the floor, he scrambled just far enough away that the wolf could not reach him immediately, staying low and ducking his head submissively.

The wolf rumbled happily at this acceptance of the proper order of things, licking across Padfoot’s face and ears proprietarily.

Padfoot wriggled in confusion, and found himself glad that the other’s had begged out tonight - James had only recently recovered from an accident in the Potions classroom, for which they all blamed Snape, of course, and Peter would never come unless both of the others were there to protect him.

It was much later, after a great deal of Padfoot’s fur had been sniffed over and licked firmly by the wolf, that things returned to semi-normal. Their play was a little different, and Sirius wasn’t quite sure what to make of Moony’s new layer of oddness, but he had just as much fun with this new, affectionate and possessive, side of Moony, as he had with the old one - perhaps even more, occasionally, he admitted guiltily to himself.

Eventually, though, they curled up together, both tired and newly even more comfortable around each other. Padfoot twitched in surprise, but didn’t move to protest, as Moony wrapped himself around the dog, tucking his head over Sirius’ neck and sighing contentedly before he drifted off to sleep. Padfoot huffed thoughtfully, did the mental equivalent of a shrug, and closed his own eyes, squirming further into the protective curve and drifting off himself.

When Padfoot woke, he shifted automatically into Sirius’ human form, naked on the wood floor - ‘to make you more comfortable, of course, Moony!’ - and stretched out, shivering. When he opened his eyes, he saw Moony curled up in a shuddering ball in the corner of the room, face buried in his knees and his shoulders shaking tellingly.

Sirius’ good feelings evaporated instantly, and he scrambled to hands and knees, rushing to wrap himself around Remus - in an eerie mirror of the tangled ball of fur they’d fallen asleep in, he noticed - and hushed his lover as best he could, confused and worried.

“Moony - Remy, tell me what’s wrong… Please?” Sirius begged, pressing his face into Remus’ shoulder as the slim form curled tighter, as if trying to get away from him. “It’s me Remus, it’s Siri… You can tell me anything.”

Remus sobbed, though his eyes were dry. He allowed Sirius to pull him back up against his lover’s strong chest and shifted until he was cradled between Sirius’ legs.

“The wolf . . . it- It was-” he paused, gasping, the tears finally flowing down his face as he threw his head back against Sirius’ shoulder.

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Mine, Pt II - (Harry Potter, Padfoot/Moony, things changed after their daytime selves became lovers)

kalira
2010-07-24 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Sirius kissed his temple. “What, Remy? Anything, I promise…” He tightened his arms around Remus’ still-trembling form.

“The wolf was- It was saying that you were- Were mine.” Remus’ voice died to a bare whisper by the end, and Sirius strained his ears to catch the words.

He almost laughed - would have, if he didn’t know how badly it would have upset his lover. “Oh, Remus… I am though - and it’s not like you hurt me.” Remus opened his mouth automatically, and Sirius shook him a little. “The wolf is you, so knock it off, mate. Don’t wanna hear it - not today.”

Remus shuddered. “You are…” he breathed. When his eyes opened there appeared to be a stronger hint of . . . wildness in them, than Sirius had ever seen in the human Remus before, even as the moon first hit. “Mine. Know you are. Always.”

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	Re: Mine, Pt II - (Harry Potter, Padfoot/Moony, things changed after their daytime selves became lov k8bnimble 2010-08-01 07:17 pm UTC (link)
	I always love seeing possesive Mooney. It's so nice to see sweet Padfoot. Lovely job! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Mine, Pt II - (Harry Potter, Padfoot/Moony, things changed after their daytime selves became lov kalira 2010-08-01 10:51 pm UTC (link)
	Well, a lot could be hiding under that so-calm exterior, right? And we all know Sirius is capable of being sweet. Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. ~Kalira (Reply to this) (Parent)

Fruits Basket, Tohru/Saki, Through this dark veil

yomikoreadman
2010-07-29 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Saki is guilty of so much already, of causing pain and losing control, of wishing evil and casting a bit of it about herself. So in her much less rational moments, she tells herself that this one little thing - barely a sin, really – won’t weigh down her soul any further.

Through this dark veil, Tohru is as tainted as she is, and that makes this almost right. Tohru always reaches for it – she wants to kiss and touch, like this is love – but it’s the one thing Saki keeps on.

Tohru touches her everywhere – tentatively, gently, as though Saki will break. Like Saki is sacred. Saki can only take so much before she pushes the hands away and does some touching of her own. She is not nearly so timid – each caress makes Tohru moan a little more desperately.

The sound slips through the veil, a twisted reassurance from Tohru’s lips that this is right. Saki’s touches move lower, faster, until Tohru shivers and breathlessly whispers Saki’s name.

Saki stays only long enough to see Tohru’s sated smile; she ignores the arms held out to her, the reassuring murmurs of her friend. She’s done enough already. If she stays, Tohru might see through this dark veil, and realize there is nothing worth having underneath.

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Final Fantasy Dissidia, Warrior of Light/Squall, in this broken world we choose

chaos_anomaly
2010-08-01 08:10 am UTC (link)

Their hands leave bruises on the other’s flesh, a semi-permanent marking that they are alive. That they are still breathing. That all is not lost. They may be the last but there is still hope. They can still do what was entrusted to them.

Mouths caress scars, old and new. Their bodies press firmly against one another. They cling to each other tightly, unable to let go. Today, they were close to dying. Today, they had almost lost but somehow they managed it. Somehow, they won the battle—but not the war. It was only the two of them left. The rest are all gone, dead but not forgotten.

What once was ten is now two. The Warrior and the Lion remain.

They carry the others crystals with them, in hopes that if (somehow) they win the war, everything will be returned to normal. Somehow, if they win, their friends and loved ones will return. Somehow, their goddess will smile upon them once more.

Keeping quiet, they swallow whatever noise the other makes, hands groping, their sweat intermingling. A gasp of pleasure quickly is muffled. A spine arches. Fingers grips on someone’s shoulders until the knuckles are white. A vice of legs tightens around a narrow waist. Soft words whispers into an ear, urging for speed.

They do not have much time. Their enemies will find them, sooner or later, but they need this. They need to know they are alive, that they are not alone.

The world they know, everything they remembered, is all but gone except them. By chance or fate, it doesn’t matter. If the one of them fell, the other would keep going but for how long was anyone’s guess. However, if they remained together and stayed alive long enough to win, then anything was possible.

They only needed to survive that long. It doesn’t matter that they need to stop and reaffirm their companion’s presence by any means possible or that they are only using each other to confirm their existence. They knew from the beginning that whatever they had would be nothing more than physical need but that doesn’t stop them from caring for one another’s safety in the heat of battle.

For all their arguments in the past, they know what they must do. In a world shattered by discord, they must survive and win or everything they’ve done would be meaningless.

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