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JL Sigman (jlsigman) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2010-07-14 10:29:00

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prompts, round twelve

PROMPTS: K - P

Kamikaze Girls, Momoko/Ichigo, “Don’t you dare ruin my dress from Baby!”
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Adelheid/Enma, right hand
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Fran/Belphegor, deadpan as ever
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, G./Giotto, pledges
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, G./Tsuna, calm and cool
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Kyoko/Haru, secrets
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Kyoko/Tsuna/Gokudera, support systems
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Lampo/Giotto, brat
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Gokudera, And I will be your one more time/If you will be my one last chance
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Gokudera, first and last
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Kyoko, forgiveness
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Kyoko, innocence with a gun
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Kyoko, living the dream
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Kyoko, overcoming his fears
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Kyoko, striptease
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Kyoko, suits and long nights
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Kyoko, the mafia world can be so cruel
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Kyoko, whipped cream
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, TYL Shoichi/TYL Tsuna, desperation
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Yamamoto/Tsuna, boss
Kiesha’Ra, Zane/Ailbhe, off duty
Kiesha’Ra, Zane/Ailbhe, playful
Kill Bill, Budd/Bill, disappointment
Kill Bill, O-Ren/Vernita, hiding in plain sight
Kimi wa Petto, Sumire/Momo, good boy
Kingdom Hearts, Aladdin/Sora, like thieves in the night
Kingdom Hearts, Cloud/Hercules, light lost
Kingdom Hearts, Cloud/Tifa/Leon, games, "She was standing between fire and ice
Kingdom Hearts, Darkness/Cloud, tentacle sex, being corrupted from the inside out
Kingdom Hearts, Hercules/Leon, "I'm no hero."
Kingdom Hearts, Jasmine/Aurora/Belle, princess pure
Kingdom Hearts, Jasmine/Belle, book learning
Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Aerith/Cloud, washing, being playful for once instead of far too serious
Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman
Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Tifa, replacements
Kingdom Hearts, Luxord/Jack Sparrow, Fountain of Youth
Kingdom Hearts, Riku/Cloud, weaponkink, Keyblade Masters can dominate whatever sort of combat they want
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Cloud, marking, those marks said *his*, in bruise and cut and scar
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Leon, domination
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Riku/Cloud, physical similarities, sometimes he felt a little greedy, when he had the both of them on either side of him
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Tifa/Cloud, scars
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Kairi, "I've missed you"
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Kairi, paopu fruit
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Kairi, Proving her point
Kingdom Hearts, Zack/Tifa, reunions, "In the underworld, looking for Cloud, she found the person she least expected."
Kingyou Hime, Keisuke/goldfish, beautiful
Kuroshitsuji, Bard/Finny, unexpectedly kinky
Kuroshitsuji, Sebastian/Ciel, white gloves

Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, feather boas and leather boots
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, I'll show you, your dreams
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, peaches and cream
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, virginity
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah/Hoggle, unrequited love
Labyrinth, Jareth/Toby, ‘you’re too late, Sarah’
Labyrinth, Jareth/Toby, not dreaming
Last Unicorn The, Amalthea/Haggard, little death
Legally Blonde, Elle/Vivian, smart
Les Miserables musical, Javert/Valjean, obsession
Leverage, Alec/Eliot, blindfold
Leverage, Alec/Eliot, web cam sex
Lie to Me, Lightman/Torres, dirty girl
Lion King, Scar/Simba, guilt
Lone Wolf & Cub, Itto/Torizo, break
Long Walk The, McVries/Stebbins, road
Lord of the Rings, Aragorn/Eowyn, a different path
Lord of the Rings, Eowyn/Galadriel, strange
LOST, Charlie/Claire, sex on the beach
LOST, Charlie/Claire, surprisingly kinky
LOST, Desmond/Penny, longing
LOST, Jin/Sun, silk
LOST, Sawyer/Juliet, sex in the back of a truck

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, he likes it rough
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, token of affection
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, winter
Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, rosebuds
Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, starlight
Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, light of my life
Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, sword and shield
Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, toys for boys
Miami Medical, Dr. Matthew Proctor/Dr. Chris Deleo, curiosity
My Bloody Valentine, Axel/Tom, mistakes
My Boss My Hero, Manabe Kazuya/Sakaki Makio, wifely

Nana, Nana K./Nana O., beach and the flickering stars
Nana, Nana O./Ren, tied and bound
Nana, Nana O./Ren/Shin, Videotape
Naruto, Kakashi/Sakura, friends with benefits
Naruto, Naruto/Sasuke, the sex got better when they became enemies
Neverending Story the, Atreyu/Bastian, fantasies change
Night Warriors: Darkstalkers' Revenge, Demitri/Morrigan, rebellion
Nobuta wo Produce, Bando/Nobuta, dom!Nobuta
Nobuta wo Produce, Nobuta/Akira/Shuuji, inevitable
Nobuta wo Produce, Nobuta/Akira/Shuuji, shared dreams

One Piece, Mihawk/Ben/Shanks, sharing issues, compromise
One Tree Hill, Brooke/Rachel, after practice
Ookiku Furikabutte, Abe/Mihashi, cold hands
Ookiku Furikabutte, Hanai/Tajima, freckles
Ouran High School Host Club, Eclair/Tamaki, dubcon
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Hikaru, spring showers
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Hikaru/Kaoru, bubble bath
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Kasanoda, pegging
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Renge, Renge discovers Haruhi's a girl when she unexpectedly tries to give Haruhi a handjob under the table
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Renge, under the cherry blossom
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Renge/Tamaki, how'd I get into this mess
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Tamaki, mood lighting
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Tamaki, riding the commoners' train
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Tamaki, the fantasy experience
Ouran High School Host Club, Kasanoda/Haruhi, for your eyes only
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Haruhi, precision
Ouran High School Host Club, Kyoya/Tamaki, red string of fate
Ouran High School Host Club, Mori/Haruhi, how she came to enjoy thunderstorms
Ouran High School Host Club, Renge/Tamaki, drama queens

Pact The, Lenny/Spence, practice
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Jin, AU comrades
Persona 3, Shinjiro/Shadows, one of them, the taste of blood
Persona 4, Souji/Adachi, Adachi stays over one night, ‘you have to be quiet’
Persona 4, Souji/Adachi, Adachi wants to see Souji’s shadow
Persona 4, Souji/Adachi, alone in magatsu inaba
Persona 4, Souji/Adachi, bondage, using police tape
Persona 4, Souji/Adachi, Souji forms a social link with Adachi
Persona 4, Souji/Naoto, crossdressing
Persona 4, Souji/Naoto, I like you just the way you are
Persona 4, Souji/Naoto, Naoto’s shadow makes a reappearance
Persona 4, Souji/Naoto, Souji was born a girl
Phantom The (comic), Prince Rex/Princess Alicia/Captain Lara, two mommies and a daddy
Pinocchio, Pinocchio/Lampwick, island
Pirates of the Caribbean, Barbossa/Elizabeth, pirate king
Pirates of the Caribbean, Elizabeth/Norrington, devotion
Pretty Little Liars (TV), Aria/Ezra, naughty schoolgirl
Pretty Little Liars (TV), Emily/Maya, sweet kisses
Pretty Little Liars (TV), Emily/Spencer, drive to succeed
Pretty Little Liars (TV), Hanna/Ali, mirror twins
Pretty Little Liars (TV), Spencer/Wren, Latin lessons
Prince of Persia (2010), Dastan/Tus/Garvis, blood
Princess and the Frog, Charlotte/Tiana, magnolias
Princess and the Frog, Dr. Facilier/Naveen, On the Other Side
Princess and the Frog, Dr. Facilier/Naveen, promises
Princess and the Frog, Dr. Facilier/Tiana, in the shadows
Princess and the Frog, Lottie/Tiana, dress-up
Push (2009), Emily Wu, Sniffing out an orgasm
Push (2009), Hook/Emily, delights
Push (2009), Nick/Cassie, path of flowers
Push (2009), Nick/Kira, Cooney Island
Push (2009), Pop Girl/Cassie, watching the watched

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Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman

pegunicent
2010-07-16 03:32 pm UTC (link)

Cloud would like to say he doesn't freak out at the unexpected. That after steeping in the Dark long enough to come up with his own brand of taint he doesn't judge anyone who manages to claw their way back to the Light. He's a lying liar though when it comes down to it because the first thing he does when he sees the horns is pull out First Tsurugi.

"Put that thing away this *instant* Cloud Strife or I'll string you on my clothesline from your scrotum!" Aeris is between him and the thing, but he's more scared of her than any Heartless fiend, so he puts the blade aside. Reluctantly.

"Shhh. He didn't mean that, he's just a dumb boy, er, no offense Leon." Aeris scritches between the wicked curving blades of horn, getting a throaty rumbling purr from the creature. What Cloud can see is all mismatched, bits and pieces taken from everywhere and Hojo-ed together into something altogether inhuman. Five crimson horns form a bloody razor crown on a vaguely feline head, lionine mane trailing into a human shaped torso and hips covered in dark brown fur, with splinters of bone arching from every major joint like painful, bloody protrusions. The feet are padded like and shaped like a Nibel wolf, the foreclaws a stretched mocking mesh of human fingers and a griffon's claws. Which would explain the enormous wings spreading from the thing's back, eagle in shape but covered in black fur that shaded into white feathers, with three bone claws where a bat's finger might reside.

Then he saw the spiked tail, it's end tipped in serrated bone, and adjusted his first thought. It was a monster Hojo would have wet himself to create. Even the demons in Valentine hadn't been this complete.

Valentine.

"Aeris... what... is going on?"

"Leon's not feeling himself, that's all. It happens sometimes. We all have our bad days, don't we?" She dug her fingers into the heavy mane, headless of the sharp fangs a half an inch from her face.

Cloud tried to see his friend, his sometimes lover, under the fur. There was a black line, like a familiar scar crossing the creature's face, and pale silver eyes watching him with steady calm indifference. When Aeris hummed he noticed she'd dragged a familiar silver pendant from the coarse fur, the metal gleaming in a silent roar.

"Leon?"

"Well who else would be this handsome hm? Don't get your panties too tight, he always comes back at the end of the day. He just needs to relax first."

Cloud wasn't sure he liked the way Aeris purred that last bit, or the way she stepped away from... from Leon and grabbed his arm.

((Cont.))

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Re: Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman

pegunicent
2010-07-16 03:33 pm UTC (link)

((part 2))

"But I'm due in the town council meeting on ways to convince Leon to take a vacation, so it's your job to look after him. Play nice!" She smirked, shoving Cloud right into Leon's range and dancing out of the garden. Cloud studied his boyfriend with a growing sense of dread. Up close he could see where the animal inside had stretched and twisted the flesh that housed it, like the Leon he knew was simply a clay vessel to hold something else. It looked painful and wrong and he could only think that however it happened must have been agony.

"Leon?"

Pale eyes closed with a huff of familiar resignation, the gangly limbs folding and shifting into a tightly curled ball, jagged spiky bits pointing outwards in random threatening angles. It couldn't be comfortable to contort that malformed frame, and whatever curses Cloud had about his wing were forgotten in the light of Leon's transformation.

Kneeling down he slowly reached out a hand to pet the soft fur at the base of that wicked crown. A soft, quiet purr was his reward.

"I don't... I don't mind. You don't scare me like this." Cloud murmured, grinning at the dark look he got in response, clearly calling his bluff. "You don't. Okay, you surprised me, but you don't scare me. And I don't mind. You know I don't mind, right?"

Leon's wings rustled as he pulled them in tight. Cloud took that as a 'no', a determined scowl pursing his brows. This was his boyfriend. This was Leon. Whatever he may look like, Cloud had to accept it, and he did. He didn't have to like whatever had been done to make him this way, but he wouldn't allow himself to mind the fact that Leon already was.

"Fine. Roll over."

Without waiting for Leon to comply, if he even could without gouging himself on his own bone claws, Cloud started shoving and pulling the massive body into a better repose. He ignored the startled snarl and hiss he got. Leon's belly was almost human, the fur satiny soft and pale. Between his legs he was built like a maligned griffon, everything tucked away inside a pouch of flesh as though the massive wings would ever bear him aloft high enough for that to help in aerodynamics.

If anyone ever said Cloud had a thing for birds after this, he'd blush until he died.

There were no guard hairs, no spines to catch and agitate whomever he mounted, which made cloud feel no better about the fact he was basically feeling up an animal. An animal that was his boyfriend and panting heavily in his ear with tiny little squeaky kitten noises when the wet tip of his sex finally peeked out and Cloud suckled it into his mouth.

The strangest part wasn't the sounds, or the slick fur on his lips, or the changed shape on his tongue. The strangest part was that Leon still tasted like Leon, like he'd always tasted pushing deep into Cloud's throat and trying not to howl.

"I really don't mind."

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	Re: Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman jlsigman 2010-07-16 03:36 pm UTC (link)
	Greiver!Leon OMG=HOLYSHIT-YES that was awsome! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman pegunicent 2010-07-16 04:00 pm UTC (link)
	Cloud can't have all the evil fun! ^_^ (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman aikonamika 2010-07-16 06:06 pm UTC (link)
	squeaks and flails and tries to make sure no one in the crew room can see the screen Oh. ♥ Oh, that's lovely! I'm sure that Cloud will have Leon all, ah, "relaxed" in no time! =D panting heavily in his ear with tiny little squeaky kitten noises Eeeeee! ♥ (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman pegunicent 2010-07-16 06:44 pm UTC (link)
	Hehee! I Think Cloud will enjoy the effort that takes. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman inoru_no_hoshi 2010-07-17 01:01 am UTC (link)
	Niiiiiiice. ;D ~Mara (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Cloud, xeno, learning to deal with (and enjoy) the inhuman pegunicent 2010-07-17 04:16 am UTC (link)
	Thanks! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Steamy Winter - (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, winter)

kalira
2010-07-16 09:20 pm UTC (link)

Okay, so my program says this comment!fic is 4,288 characters, including spaces, but IJ apparently disagrees - by some 43 characters. Bleh. That in mind, I'm posting the last couple of paragraphs as 'part two', I guess.

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

“You know, Merlin, when I asked you to warm the room up I had anticipated you stoking the fire, or something.” Arthur drawled, sprawled out on his bed, half-naked and sweaty, despite the snow built up along his windowsill.

Merlin flushed - almost unnoticeably, beneath his existing color from the unusual heat. “It wouldn’t go any higher, and I was cold…” he protested. “And then you ordered me to warm up the room…

Arthur chuckled, rolling off the bed languidly, landing squarely on his feet. He dropped to his knees on the floor over Merlin, who was propped up against the wall. “That’s all right.” he snorted. “We are most certainly not cold any more.”

Merlin’s eyes snapped open as he heard Arthur’s voice so close to him - he hadn’t heard Arthur coming closer to him until he spoke.

Arthur’s breath caught slightly as he saw that Merlin’s normally blue-green eyes were still tinted amber with traces of magic.

Merlin looked briefly confused, and then he smiled, pleased - though still a little unsure of himself with Arthur, in this capacity, at least. He reached out half-hesitantly and stroked Arthur’s cheek.

Arthur grinned crookedly and then leaned further, covering Merlin’s lips with a heated kiss. Merlin groaned in protest at the intensification of the heat already in the room as Arthur came closer, but when he made to draw away, Merlin buried his hands in the tawny locks and dragged Arthur back to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Merlin asked cockily, as they broke apart again.

Arthur snorted, but, having seen the momentary hesitation, let it go, settling more comfortably on the floor next to Merlin, rather than straddling his legs. “Nowhere - it’s too hot to go anywhere.” he added.

Merlin traced the lines of Arthur’s bones up his hands and into his forearms absently, though he was almost worshipful. Arthur just hummed happily in response, leaning back and allowing his eyes to slip closed.

They opened again as Merlin drew Arthur’s hand up to his lips, and, after a long moment - and an impish grin - sucked two of them into his mouth.

Arthur moaned, feeling too lazy from the heat to want to do anything - including Merlin, for once - but too aroused from his lover’s ministrations to not.

Merlin grinned, moving to kneel across Arthur’s lap - he, unlike his stronger lover, had no qualms about relaxing there.

Arthur bit his lip momentarily. “No wonder you’re so hot, Merlin - look at all these unnecessary clothes you’re still wearing!” He tugged at Merlin’s blue shirt, and, as Merlin obligingly raised his arms and arched his back, drew it over his head.

Arthur took a moment to appreciate the pale skin now displayed for him, and then dipped his head, sucking a possessive mark into the smooth line of Merlin’s throat.

Merlin threw his head back, gasping in pleasure at both the sensation and the implication behind the caress. Suddenly he twitched. “Arthur…” he broke off his protest which had come out as a moan.

“Arthur! I have a better idea!” he spoke hurriedly.

Arthur released Merlin’s neck, but dropped his head to rest in the crook there. “Your last brilliant idea led to this heated mess.” he pointed out.

“No magic involved; come on!” he stood and walked over to the window - mostly concealed from the outside by a thick coating of ice and snow, assuming anyone was in the courtyard to look in the first place.

He stripped off his breeches along the way and then settled onto the ledge inside the glass, wincing momentarily at the chill still clinging to it from the nearby window.

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Steamy Winter, Part II - (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, winter)

kalira
2010-07-16 09:21 pm UTC (link)

Arthur frowned thoughtfully, stripped the rest of the way himself - dropping his clothing carelessly - and joined his lover on the still-cool stone. He hissed at the feeling, then tugged Merlin back into his lap. “Good idea for once, Merlin.”

“Have them sometimes, you know.” Merlin replied, grinning, as he followed Arthur’s unspoken request.

They both gasped as Merlin rocked across Arthur’s lap; both of them too exhausted - and too wound up - for anything more complicated.

Arthur groaned, biting Merlin’s shoulder and sliding back to rest against the cold glass. He bucked up against Merlin, ignoring the fact that his bare skin was on display in the window as they both shuddered in blissful release.

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Teaching Hardison - (Leverage, Alec/Eliot, blindfold)

kalira
2010-07-19 10:30 pm UTC (link)

“Eliot… Eliot!” Alec yelled, wriggling uncomfortably. “I am so not feelin’ the blindfold here!”

Parker giggled. From above him, of course, but he didn’t care right now. “Parker! Get me outta these things! Please!” Alec begged, trying to project his puppy-dog eyes through the light-tight cloth.

She giggled again, and this time it was accompanied by a low chuckle - a very familiar low chuckle, one that sent shivers down Alec’s spine.

“You’re supposed to be learning how to get out of these,” Eliot said, nudging Alec’s hands, which were bound to his chair behind his back. Alec jumped, though he ought to have been used to Eliot’s silent movements by now. “and not by begging Parker - though you could try asking her for her expert advice.”

With that, Eliot’s warm touch on his wrists disappeared, and a moment later the door closed. There was silence for long moments, and Alec started to panic. “Eliot? Eliot! . . . Parker?” he called, terrified that he’d been abandoned.

Parker took a few skipping steps towards him. “Here,” she said, “try to twist your fingers up like this, and then you can reach the…”

Alec took a few deep breaths, preparing himself to try and follow Parker’s advice - it looked as though that was the only way he’d be getting loose today.

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

“I am having déjà vu here - how bad is that? I’m tied up and blindfolded, and I’ve got déjà vu!” Alec protested, twisting his hands inside the soft bindings.

Eliot knelt over him, sliding the blindfold away. “Better?” he asked, face neutral, though there was a smirk hiding in his eyes.

Alec scowled. “Tied up and blindfolded by my boyfriend, no less. With-”

“Déjà vu. Yeah, I heard.” Eliot finished, sighing. “Want me to let you go?” he asked, raising a brow. “I do have other things I could be doing, of course . . . Nate wanted me to do a little nighttime recon, for one…”

Alec whined, and Eliot leant back, sitting on his heels next to Alec’s hips, waiting patiently for his lover’s decision.

Finally Alec closed his eyes for a moment. He sighed through his nose. “No. No, don’t go. Only-” he stopped.

Eliot kissed him lightly, then pulled away just far enough to breathe, “Only?”

Alec smiled earnestly. “Can we leave the blindfold off, this time? I like to see you.”

Eliot laughed. “Sure. And you don’t have to free yourself this time, either.” He bent to tease along Alec’s neck, stretched upwards from where he had been attempting to examine the ties binding his wrists. “I don’t expect you to have either the coordination or the focus, when I’m done with you…” Eliot purred cockily.

Suddenly he pulled back again, laughing loudly. “We’ll leave that aspect of your training for another time, shall we?”

Alec, helpless to do anything to release himself, and, as ever, helpless to deny Eliot anything for long - especially when he looked like this. Eliot was still kneeling above him, all naked skin rippling with muscle, and flashing teeth behind his grin - and that laugh, thick as it was with southern charm.

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Interrupted = (Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, starlight)

kalira
2010-07-20 03:24 am UTC (link)

Gwen woke easily - as usual - when she heard the sadly familiar sounds of fine linens rustling and the small whimpering noises of a frightened woman. She climbed out of her pallet, flapping her skirts to straighten them as she rushed to Morgana’s bedside.

Morgana was caught in the hold of another dark dream; Arthur was fighting away some huge winged creature, his men scattered on the ground around him, either dead or injured.

“My Lady! Morgana…” Gwen called, laying a hand on Morgana’s cheek and trying to wake her gently. She was unsurprised when it didn’t work - Morgana’s dreams often trapped her, and she would wake when it was over.

Gwen straightened and fetched the pitcher and goblet off the table in the centre of the room, bringing them back with her, pouring a glass in readiness for Morgana’s awakening and settling them on the nightstand.

As she waited for Morgana to wake, Gwen sat on the side of the huge bed, dabbing sweat delicately away from her Lady’s face and trying not to admire it. The light was low, but it often was when she had the opportunity to look freely - Gwen was almost always here, ready, just in case Morgana had one of her terrible nightmares.

The moon was dark tonight, but even the dimmer light from the stars caught the smooth planes of Morgana’s delicately pale skin, making it seem as if it were glittering in the dark room, made drab by comparison.

Morgana gasped, tossing her head and moaning for a few long moments, making Gwen tense in worry before she finally lurched upright, panting for breath, her eyes not yet focusing correctly.

Gwen snatched the waiting goblet and reached out hesitantly to brush over Morgana’s arm. “My Lady?” she whispered.

“Gwen…” Morgana breathed. “Oh, Gwen.” she almost sobbed, ignoring the offered water and lunging to wrap her arms around Gwen’s shoulders, burying her face in her lover’s strong, supportive shoulder.

Gwen carefully set aside the goblet - apparently her intuition had been wrong, this time - and shifted further onto the bed. She cradled Morgana against her, making familiar, soothing sounds, and wished that she could do something else - something to stop the horrific dreams.

“I’m so sorry, Morgana.” Gwen murmured, stroking her back.

Morgana sniffed quietly, then shifted to sit back. “Would you do something for me?” she asked, accepting the offered handkerchief.

Gwen blinked, surprised, but she had her answer instantly. “Of course, my Lady . . . anything.”

Morgana made a face. “Not ‘your Lady’, me, would you do something for me?”

Gwen smiled. “Of course. Always for you, Morgana.” she amended.

Morgana found a wavering smile. “Thank you. Make me forget?” she asked, her voice, usually so strong and sure, faint and almost childlike.

Gwen reached out, stroking her calloused fingertips over the soft lines of Morgana’s face, feeling the faint residue of her sleeping terror. “Of course…” she breathed, and then she leant forward and kissed her Lady, her Morgana. Gwen was intent on replacing whatever nightmarish sensations Morgana had felt with the feel of her.

Morgana relaxed swiftly under the familiar ministrations of her maid - her best friend, her lover. After a few moments, she moaned happily, reaching up to pull Gwen’s hair free of her habitual sleeping braid and burying her fingers in it.

Gwen pulled back to pepper kisses along Morgana’s fine-edged collarbones and she moaned again, pulling hard at her lover’s shoulders to encourage her.

Gwen smiled against Morgana’s lips before moving to the side to trace over the strong contours of muscle running up her neck. Gwen pulled away and blew lightly across the wet stripe she’d left, enjoying the pleasurable shiver that it sent through Morgana.

She didn’t get long to admire her lover; Morgana pulled away, groaning and covering her face with one hand. Gwen leaned back as well, looking Morgana over curiously.

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Interrupted, Part II - (Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, starlight)

kalira
2010-07-20 03:24 am UTC (link)

Morgana peeked at up her. “I keep seeing Arthur.” she explained irritatedly.

Gwen’s brows rose. “What?”

Morgana giggled a little, flopping back onto the bed, “I had a nightmare about him - fighting, of course - and now his face keeps popping up behind my eyes. It is rather distracting.”

It was Gwen’s turn to giggle, as she shifted to lie next to Morgana. “I can see how it would be!”

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Unforeseen - (Lord of the Rings, Èowyn/Galadriel, strange)

kalira
2010-07-20 05:52 pm UTC (link)

Èowyn swung down from her horse’s back, still inwardly seething at her brother’s almost imperious command for her to stay close to Edoras - as if she wasn’t capable of looking after herself! She shoved her fingers through her thick, tangled hair, sighing. It wasn’t as though she had planned to go outside of the territories patrolled regularly by the Eoreds.

She looked over at the forest - and it wasn’t like the Golden Wood was dangerous. Except for the ‘great sorceress’ said to live there, but she lived deep in-

Èowyn froze, catching sight of- No. No, surely there wasn’t a woman in the forest - just her mind, tired and frustrated, playing tricks with her sight. Still, she tightened the grip of her hand around the hilt of her sword. Just to reassure herself.

Just as she was beginning to relax again, she saw the woman again - an ethereal-seeming creature, swathed in lightly floating white, with her golden hair flowing in elegant waves around her- pointy ears.

Èowyn gasped, her eyes going wide. An elf! Wait… Maybe… Maybe she was the- Èowyn looked around wildly, but the elf was gone - she shouldn’t have been able to disappear so swiftly, not in those clothes, but . . . well, she was an elf; who knew what sort of tricks she could be capable of?

Èowyn knew she should feel relieved that the elf had gone without coming any closer, but a part of her mourned for the excitement, the possible adventure lost. She sighed, relaxing her hand on her sword, and turned back to stroke her mount’s shoulder - the poor gelding had picked up on her stress and was shifting nervously beside her.

“Hello, Èowyn, daughter of Meduseld.” said a smooth, honeyed voice. It sent shivers down her spine even as she spun, wary and alert, looking for the source.

There was no one in view, and the action prompted a laugh that lit images in her mind; of the sun rising after a light rain, when the whole world looked golden and soft-edged, reminded her of the pure feel of the air, then, so clear and refreshing.

Èowyn’s eyes slipped closed of their own accord, and when she opened them again the elf was standing before her, smiling softly. Èowyn tried to back away, but found herself effectively frozen where she stood. Amazingly, though, she was not actually frightened of this creature, as terrifying as her sudden appearances and disappearance might be.

“Very wise, young edain. You need not have any fear of me, Èowyn, nor of any of my people.” that wonderful voice sang to her again. Èowyn noticed, though only vaguely, that the woman’s lips did not move as she spoke. Her voice was . . . was only inside Èowyn’s head.

“What- What are you, Lady?” Èowyn managed, her voice a little shaky, though she was still not afraid.

“I am of the Eldar, warrior edain. My name is Galadriel.” That voice again, but this time it was truly spoken, and this time it sent a different and strange warmth through her belly.

“…Galadriel…” Èowyn murmured. Galadriel’s blue eyes - so much brighter and clearer, more beautiful than any Èowyn had seen - widened and then focused more intently.

“You surprise me, Èowyn…” Galadriel’s whispery voice seemed to slip around her like a physical thing. Èowyn blushed at the thought that this elegant elf-woman knew what she was feeling. Galadriel made a quiet, soothing sound, stepping forward. “You need not feel embarrassed, edain…” she calmed, raising a hand to stroke Èowyn’s cheek.

Èowyn’s eyes fluttered shut, and she stepped forwards, leaning into the touch. “I feel…”

Galadriel’s laugh rang out, sounding like bells. “I know what you feel.” she spoke deliberately, her light fingers tracing down Èowyn’s face and neck until they reached the neckline of the fine cotton dress - Èowyn had not really planned for this ride.

Galadriel turned her hand, tugging the dress softly. “May I?” she asked.

Èowyn nodded, breathless.

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Unforeseen, Part II - (Lord of the Rings, Èowyn/Galadriel, strange)

kalira
2010-07-20 05:52 pm UTC (link)

Galadriel found and released the clasps of the dress swiftly and easily, and Èowyn stood there nude and somehow unashamed.

Èowyn reached to return the favour, but Galadriel’s clothes were strange. After a moment, she did it herself, and her silky curves put Èowyn’s slimly muscled form to shame.

Èowyn stroked the pale skin, eyes intent on Galadriel as her smile widened. She returned the caresses and encouraged Èowyn to lie back on the soft elf-cloak.

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Wake-Up Call - (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, he likes it rough)

kalira
2010-07-28 06:29 pm UTC (link)

Merlin walked in to Arthur’s rooms to find him still sleeping - at least, he was still burrowed under layers of blankets. All Merlin could see of him was his golden hair, tousled and barely visible under the crimson coverlet.

“Arthur!” he sighed. He crossed to the bed, setting down the fresh pitcher he’d brought up, and laid a hand on where he assumed Arthur’s shoulder would be.

Merlin’s world suddenly spun uncontrollably as he was yanked off his feet and into a swirl of red velvet. “H’lo, Merlin.” Arthur mumbled into his shoulder, eyes far too alert for him to have really been sleeping.

Merlin attempted a reproving scowl, but there was a bit too much amusement in it. Arthur grinned at him, then pulled Merlin’s rough shirt away from his shoulder and bit it sharply.

Merlin gasped, tilting his head away and squirming beneath his lover until his legs were spread and Arthur’s hips were cradled between them.

“You’re overdressed.” Arthur muttered into Merlin’s now slightly raw shoulder. “Should fix that.” He pushed up on one hand and tugged at Merlin’s shirt as he leant up obediently, allowing it to be pulled off.

With Merlin’s pale chest on display, Arthur was distracted from his self-appointed mission. Instead of moving on to divest Merlin of his trousers, he stopped to trace his tongue over his lover’s slim muscles.

Merlin tugged at his hair in annoyance, shifting his hips up in an attempt to release the tension that had grown quite uncomfortable. It was an effective strategy, as it ground his hardness into Arthur’s, only the fabric of his trousers between them. Arthur was effectively reminded of his previous actions, and stripped Merlin of his breeches quickly.

Arthur breathed teasingly over the revealed flesh and then traced his nose over the soft hollow of Merlin’s hip. Merlin shivered pleasurably, digging short nails into Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur moaned, biting the crest of Merlin’s hip in retaliation.

Merlin whimpered at the sensation, enjoying the thought that he’d have the mark of Arthur’s teeth in his skin for days. He pulled ineffectually at Arthur’s shoulders. “Come back here.” he demanded.

Arthur chuckled lowly, but prowled up over Merlin again, his predatory movements sending shivers through Merlin.

Arthur smirked, bending his head to nip at Merlin’s lower lip before delving into a demanding, possessive kiss. It was Arthur’s turn to shudder as Merlin’s legs wrapped around his waist, holding him pressed up against his lover.

“Feeling impatient?” he asked, nipping at Merlin’s slightly rough jaw.

Merlin growled quietly, digging his fingers roughly into Arthur’s back insistently. Arthur gasped, bucking his hips against Merlin’s - precisely the reaction that Merlin had been hoping for. He did it again, moaning happily at the repeated sensation.

Arthur grinned wildly, indulging Merlin’s obvious desires with pleasure - but only for a few minutes before he wanted something more. Merlin’s whine of protest as Arthur pulled away quickly morphed into a jumbled plea for more as he was prepared quickly.

Arthur didn’t bother with extensive stretching, knowing that in this mood, they would both appreciate something a little rougher. It was only moments - long though they seemed - before Arthur was sliding home.

Merlin nearly howled at the feeling, bruising Arthur’s shoulders in his enthusiasm as he clung to them, dragging Arthur down to him again to bite at his lip, barely pausing to soothe the sting with his tongue before he did it again. He almost drew blood a few times before Arthur snarled, taking control himself.

Merlin’s movements grew less coordinated as flashes of light appeared behind his eyes - Arthur was really quite good at this, he thought disjointedly.

Arthur’s head dropped to Merlin’s shoulder, where he panted raggedly as he sped his pace; both of them were too worked up to last.

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Wake-Up Call, Part II - (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, he likes it rough)

kalira
2010-07-28 06:29 pm UTC (link)

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Merlin was really howling - it was incomprehensible, but might have been Arthur’s name - and Arthur bit - hard - into the pale tendon beneath his mouth, groaning his own release.

Merlin sprawled bonelessly on the bed, and Arthur collapsed onto him, not really worried about his weight crushing his lover - Merlin was surprisingly tough. “Love you.” he mumbled against his bite mark.

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Aftermath - (Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, sword and shield)

kalira
2010-07-31 06:11 pm UTC (link)

This is actually my second attempt at filling this prompt - the first one ended up very romantic and schmoopy, but nowhere near porny. Accordingly, I decided to turn it into a one-shot instead, and try again on the prompt. Hope the format on this one isn't too confusing...

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Arthur dropped his sword and shield - being unusually careless as to where they landed, as long as it wasn’t in the distracted couple’s path. Now-free hands wrapped around Merlin’s waist, pushing him back - almost into one of the tent supports.

Merlin had a flash of memory; Arthur, slamming a raider off his feet with a body blow behind that shield.

Merlin threw his head back, moaning and tugging Arthur closer by the shoulders. Arthur grinned, sliding a strong arm around Merlin to support him as they moved towards the pallet - even Prince Arthur slept on the ground when riding patrol.

Merlin sighed, eyes going hazy; Arthur, slashing across the chest of one of the scouts ahead of the main raiding group. The man stumbling back; the gleaming line of the sword dulled by the bright spray of blood.

The feel of the muscled arm pressing against his back made Merlin grin, particularly as Arthur’s hand tightened in his shirt. Arthur kissed him swiftly, then pulled back to return the smile, expression wide and open, and Merlin saw; Arthur’s grin as he caught Merlin’s gaze across the battlefield.

Merlin halted their progress, his grin turning playful, and pushed Arthur a step away by the shoulders. He wouldn’t have been able to move Arthur so easily, if he weren’t so used to complying with Merlin’s absent, physical, requests.

Arthur opened his mouth, but Merlin shook his head, reaching for the snugly buckled straps at his sides, that held his breastplate.

Arthur obediently held his arms out of the way, enjoying the feel of Merlin’s clever fingers dancing along the join between the chest plate and the back plate, slipping the leather free of its fastenings with ease and familiarity.

Merlin ducked his head, hiding an amused smile at Arthur’s obvious enjoyment of his attentions. Arthur rested a hand on Merlin’s shoulder when he had finished with the right side straps. Arthur, dragging Merlin close to him with a hand already burdened by his shield. Ignoring the fact that his men would be joining them any moment, kissing Merlin hard, possessively, muffling his lover’s gasp.

Merlin skilfully flicked loose the straps at the tops of Arthur’s shoulder, then lifted the heavy plates - with a little help from Arthur - off over that golden head and setting them aside - instantly forgotten. Arthur, mouth twisted in hidden amusement at Merlin’s whispered - and less than flattering - comment.

Arthur moved in the familiar patterns that made it easier for Merlin as he pulled away the rest of the bloody and dirty armour and set it aside to be just as quickly forgotten. Arthur, whose form was always perfection, sliding effortlessly away from the sword of the most skilful raider. Swinging his own sword back and around, deflecting his opponent’s heavy weapon with ease, using the shield expertly, and stepping just close enough, through that one hole in his guard, to drop him in seconds.

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Aftermath, Part II - (Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, sword and shield)

kalira
2010-07-31 06:11 pm UTC (link)

Armour discarded, Arthur drew Merlin back to him. Arthur kissed him again, deeper this time, Merlin’s head forced back under the passionate onslaught. Arthur, thrusting his sword into the grass at his side and catching Merlin by the wrist to bring him closer. Both of them ignoring the blood and dirt smeared almost everywhere on Arthur, and now transferring to his lover, in favour of the whispered reassurances and thankful mutterings from each of the other’s health and survival.

Merlin twisted sinuously, allowing his shirt to slip off without undoing any of the ties as Arthur tugged it away. Arthur nipped his newly-revealed shoulder teasingly, and Merlin gasped. Arthur, white teeth bared in a snarled challenge as he was attacked by three of the raiders at once. Merlin’s heart clenching in fear, despite his knowledge of his lover’s skill.

Arthur chuckled, tipping Merlin onto the pallet, taking a moment to study him. After a moment, Arthur joined him, resting some of his weight on his lover and pinning Merlin there. The moment when Merlin couldn’t resist helping, his eyes glowing amber as he twisted a man’s sword out of his hand, smacking him with the flat of it.

Then there were no more flashes as Merlin’s world narrowed to golden skin, and heat, and the rush of overwhelming pleasure, and Arthur moaning his name.

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