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telesilla ([info]telesilla) wrote in [info]porn_battle,
@ 2008-06-12 02:46:00

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Entry tags:round four

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

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

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

Because the prompt list is so long, I'm splitting it. This is the S-Z and Crossover Post. Characters, numbers and A-H prompts are here and the I-R prompts are here.

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

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



Saber Rider and the Starsheriffs, Colt/Fireball, playing cowboy
Saber Rider and the Starsheriffs, Fireball/April, finally my love
Saber Rider and the Starsheriffs, Fireball/April, never enough
Saber Rider and the Starsheriffs, Jesse Blue/Fireball, chasing
Saber Rider and the Starsheriffs, Jesse/Colt, beloved foe
Saber Rider and the Starsheriffs, Saber/Sincia, never forget

Saiunkoku Monogatari, Kiijin/Reishin, your bare face, crossing boundaries
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Koucho/Shuurei, grooming as foreplay/a sign of affection
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu + Shuuei, voyeurism
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu + Shuuei, voyeurism
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, first meeting/prostitution.
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, first meeting/prostitution.
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, fucking in the rain
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, fucking in the rain
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, one blanket
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, one blanket
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, public display of ownership
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, public display of ownership
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, the hidden room at the center of the compound
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Rin Sai/Koucho, underground smuggling deals
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Ryuuren/Kouyuu, penetration with a foreign object
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Ryuuren/Kouyuu, penetration with a foreign object
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Enki, rumpling perfection
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Enki, sleeping rough
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Kouyuu, drunken, angry non-consensual sex.
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Kouyuu, drunken, angry non-consensual sex.
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Ryuuki, "there are no limits to my devotion to you"
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Ryuuki, the Emperor's wedding night
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Shuurei, first kiss
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Shuurei, protector
Saiunkoku Monogatari, Shouka/Reishin, "how not to be an asshat"

Saiyuki (Gaiden), Tenpou/Konzen, Apathy
Saiyuki, Gojyo/Hakkai, backseat
Saiyuki, Gojyo/Hakkai, bets gone wrong
Saiyuki, Gojyo/Hakkai, I took out the damn trash
Saiyuki, Kanzeon Bosatsu/Jiroushin, fighting off boredom.
Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku, "Get your fingers out of my ass."
Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku, blind belief in you
Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku, do it yourself

Samurai 7, Kambei/Kirara, comfort in contact
Samurai 7, Kambei/Kirara, first time
Samurai 7, Kambei/Kyuuzo, a jealous lover
Samurai 7, Kambei/Kyuuzo/Katsushiro, initiation rites
Samurai 7, Kambei/Shichiroji, 'old wife'
Samurai 7, Kambei/Shichiroji, knifeplay

Samurai Champloo, Jin/Mugen/Fuu, barren
Samurai Champloo, Jin/Mugen/Fuu, rustling leaves

Sandman, Desire/any, gender is a construct that never did constrain her
Sandman, Dream/Death, "When she comes with the ghost of a smile/ And she runs through his eyes for a while/ Days turn and even gods do fall"
Sandman, Dream/Death, the end of all things

Sayonara Zetsubou-Sensei, Itoshiki Nozomu/Kafuka Fuura, "he supposed it was better her than anyone else in the class..."
Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, Meru/anyone, dirty abusive text messages.

Scrubs, Cox/JD, sentimental

Seirei no Moribito, Balsa/Tanda, a tender tiger is still a tiger
Seirei no Moribito, ShugaTanda, the rewards of research
Shall we meet on the hilltop where the two roads meet. We will form the circle, hold our hands and chant, Let the great one know what it is we want. Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire, Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.” Marianne Faithfull, Witches Song

Shaman King, Eliza/Faust, death isn't a barrier
Shaman King, Hao/Yoh, together

Sharpe, Sharpe/Harper, exploring
Sharpe, Sharpe/Harper, more options
Sharpe, Sharpe/Jack Spears, "all's for the best in the best of all possible worlds"

Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, Turkish baths
Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, waltz

Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga, Cuvier/Jenna, D/s, crude yielding
Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga, David/Jenna, sex despite squick, avoiding his hands
Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga, Lupa/Gale, paint, tracing the mark of the Wolves

Shinobido, Goh/Zaji, alternate outfits
Shinobido, Goh/Zaji, rebuilding the clan
Shinobido, Goh/Zaji, stealth missions

Shounen Onmyouji, Guren/Masahiro/Akiko: he loved both of them equally, but in different ways

Simon & Simon, Rick/A.J., boots and suits
Simon & Simon, Rick/A.J., sharing a room, just like when we were boys

Simoun, Anubituf/Guragief, scar
Simoun: Wapourif/Morinas, geeking out over awesome machinery

Simpsons, Sideshow Bob/Bart, "never let you go"

Singin' In The Rain, Lina/Zelda, a real pal

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Bertilak/Sir Gawain, penalty

Smallville, Bart Allen/Clark Kent, mischief
Smallville, Clark Kent/Chloe Sullivan, trust
Smallville, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, a way to forgive
Smallville, Clark/Lex, history lesson
Smallville, Clark/Lex, more than friends
Smallville, Clark/Lex, no one else understands
Smallville, Clark/Lex, red
Smallville, Lex/Kara, "you're like a brother to me"
Smallville, Lionel/Lana, revenge

Soldier of Fortune Inc, Margo/Benny Ray, helmet
Soldier of Fortune Inc, Margo/Benny Ray, release
Soldier of Fortune Inc, Matt/Benny Ray, brothers in arms
Soldier of Fortune Inc, Matt/Margo/Benny Ray, need
Soldier of Fortune Inc, Matt/Margo/Benny Ray, sweat

Son Of A Witch, Liir/Trism, homecoming
Son Of A Witch, Shell/Liir, good little soldier

Speed Racer, Detector/Speed, mussed
Speed Racer, Detector/X, mingle, “My work is my life.”
Speed Racer, Sparky/Speed, beck and call
Speed Racer, Sparky/Speed, dirty, “Pop open the hood, would you?”
Speed Racer, Sparky/Speed, milk
Speed Racer, Sparky/Speed/X, prize
Speed Racer, Sparky/Taejo, muscle
Speed Racer, Sparky/X, stubble
Speed Racer, Speed/Taejo, admiration
Speed Racer, Speed/X, adrenaline

Star Ocean: Til the End of Time, Cliff/Abel, Hatesex
Star Ocean: Til the End of Time, Cliff/Fayt/Albel, The buffer between them
Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Albel/Fayt, "sneaking into the royal city"
Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Albel/Fayt. "What's with the purple skirt thing anyway?"
Star Ocean:Till the end of time, Albel/Fayt, mating habits of those with an affinity to dragons
Star Ocean:Till the end of time, Cliff/Albel, clothing, “Aren’t your legs cold?”
Star Ocean:Till the end of time, Cliff/Fayt, comfort, chasing the bad dreams away

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Ezri/Kira, mirror
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Garak/Bashir, spy vs. spy
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Jadzia/Worf, disarmed
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Kira/Odo, first touch
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, O'Brien/Bashir, all in the wrist

Star Wars, Ferus/Obi-Wan, job
Star Wars, Ferus/Obi-Wan, sanctuary
Star Wars, Han/Lando, Corellian brandy
Star Wars, Han/Leia, first time
Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Padme, bodyguard
Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Padme, wild
Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Siri, lost
Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Siri, tease
Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, nobody likes a sore loser
Star Wars, Wedge/Luke, penalties of rank
Star Wars: Anakin (solo!), practical applications of the Force
Star Wars: Anakin/Obi-wan, the benefits of impatience

Stargate SG-1: Daniel/Vala shopping, boots
Stargate SG-1: Daniel/Vala/Cameron/Sam/Teal'c "aliens made us do it"

Stargate: Atlantis, Any three or more female characters, Texas Hold 'Em
Stargate: Atlantis, Cadman/Brown, strawberry fields
Stargate: Atlantis, Chuck/anyone, fast and dirty in the gate room
Stargate: Atlantis, Elizabeth/Chuck, glass
Stargate: Atlantis, Esposito/Zelenka, electric
Stargate: Atlantis, Grodin/Beckett, night shift
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "But it's been no bed of roses/No pleasure cruise"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "I can't bear to hear your voice/It's tainted with his name"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "I touched the place where your hair had been/I pulled on the shirt that you left round mine"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "I've been trying hard to do what's right/But you know I could stay here all night and watch the clouds fall from the sky"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "I've been wandering round/But I still come back to you"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "She's a killer queen gunpowder gelatine/Dynamite with a lazer beam, guaranteed to blow your mind/Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "Slippin' in my faith until I fall"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "There's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight/And silence that speaks so much louder that words/Of promises broken"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "Two bodies in motion/This is a matter of fact/It wasn't built to last"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "You took me for everything that I had, and kicked me out on my own/Are you happy, are you satisfied?"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, school's out
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, scruffy looking
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, skeletons and closets
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, the prettiest princess
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney: "I’m in love with illusions, so saw me in half."
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney: "It's like trying to clean the ocean. What do you think, you can drain it? Well, it was poison and dry long before you came."
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney: "It's the law of the land that sometimes the dam just breaks."
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney: "They warn you about killers and thieves and knives; I worry about cancer and living right. But my momma never warned me about my own destructive appetite."
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney: "When you're sleeping with someone who doesn't get you, you're going to hate yourself in the morning."
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "And did they get you to trade/Your heros for ghosts?"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "And we can have forever/And we can love forever/Forever is our today"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "Give me one more chance tonight/And I swear I'll make it right"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "I feel the weight upon your kiss ambiguous"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "If you wanna have a good time just give me a call"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "Inside my heart is breaking/My make-up may be flaking/But my smile still stays on"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "It's a leap of faith towards a crash landing"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean/I didn't enjoy it at the time"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "So that's what everybody on your planet does for entertainment?"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "Sometimes I feel I'm gonna break down and cry/Nowhere to go, nothing to do with my time/I get lonely, so lonely, living on my own"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "Sometimes I hate the line I walk"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "The fear of getting caught/Of recklessness and water"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "What's not to like?"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, "You're asking for commitment/When I'm somewhere in between"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, late-night sparring
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, limber
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, new neighbor
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, viewer discretion is advised
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Teyla/Larrin, draw
Stargate: Atlantis, Kusanagi/Esposito, mentor
Stargate: Atlantis, Lorne/anyone, things you can't put on your resume
Stargate: Atlantis, McKay/Zelenka, speaking in tongues
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Keller, "Come and take a swim with me/Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin?/It's only natural"
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Rodney/Jennifer, double penetration, "I would do anything / to tear you off your precious fence"
Stargate: Atlantis, Teyla/Bates, take you down
Stargate: Atlantis, Teyla/John we who are about to die salute you
Stargate: Atlantis, Teyla/Keller, inalienable rights
Stargate: Atlantis, Teyla/Rodney/Ronon/John, boys of summer
Stargate: Atlantis, Teyla/Rodney/Ronon/John, flying/driving, "as the rush comes"
Stargate: Atlantis, Teyla/Sora, "behind the prison tower"

Stigma, Stork/Tit, as long as you're here
Stigma, Stork/Tit, king of fools

Storm Hawks, Finn/Stork, precautions
Storm Hawks, Finn/Stork, wild, “You need to loosen up.”
Storm Hawks, Junko/Stork, different

Strangers With Candy, Cherry/Geoffrey, a perfect example
Strangers With Candy, Chuck/Geoffrey, D/s, Damn, that's a long lace!
Strangers With Candy (film), Alice/Blackman, "I think I've handled your pistol enough."
Strangers With Candy (film), Roger Beekamn/Chuck, "Crotch Niblet"


Suikoden I, Flik/Viktor, escape from Gregminster
Suikoden I, Odessa/Flik, your name on my sword

Suikoden II, Camus/Nanami, my lady is a rose
Suikoden II, Flik/Camus/Miklotov, "...and what would we call this group attack?"
Suikoden II, Flik/Hix, Warrior Village journey to manhood
Suikoden II, Flik/Viktor, sword polishing
Suikoden II, Flik/Viktor, What is it this time?
Suikoden II, Leon/Lucia, flirtation, strategic location
Suikoden II, Luc/Sheena, "I don't know why I put up with you."
Suikoden II, Miklotov/Camus, celebrating Camus’ promotion
Suikoden II, Sierra/Nash, biting kink
Suikoden II, Sierra/Nash, sarcasm used as affection
Suikoden II, Viktor/Flik, Do you hear the drums, Fernando? / I remember long ago another starry night like this.
Suikoden II, Viktor/Flik, lion banner. ur doin it wrong.
Suikoden II: Riou/Eilie, welcome back/daggers

Suikoden III, Cecile/Thomas, not kids forever
Suikoden III, Chris/Borus, temperance
Suikoden III, Chris/Percival, strength
Suikoden III, Chris/Yun, arm entwined with mine we wander rainy forests, it might all just be a dream
Suikoden III, Geddoe/Joker, consequences
Suikoden III, Jacques/Aila, an honorary mercenary, an honorary Karayan
Suikoden III, Luc/Sarah, the scent of your hair, the sound of your step, that's enough for me
Suikoden III, Luc/Sasarai, Like looking in a mirror
Suikoden III, Nash/Chris, magician
Suikoden III, Nash/Sasarai, "When I said 'my wife,' I really meant 'my boss.'"
Suikoden III, Nash/Sierra, white and pale like the moon
Suikoden III, Perceival/Borus, It was always best after the battle
Suikoden III, Percival/Borus, dancing, Percival teaching Borus
Suikoden III, Percival/Chris, his humor spoke volumes
Suikoden III, Percival/Chris/Borus, anything you ask
Suikoden III, Percival/Chris/Borus, Come on now try and understand / The way I feel under your command
Suikoden III, Yuber/Thomas, breaking innocence, “Give me your cries, they are like music to my ears.”
Suikoden III: Caesar/Apple, age difference
Suikoden III: Geddoe/Queen, worth it/secrets
Suikoden III: Percival/Chris, the one who dared/the charmer/unexpected

Suikoden IV, Tal/Kenneth/Lazlo/Snowe, clothing, pirate bondage boy!

Suikoden V, Dolph/Gizel, Following orders
Suikoden V, Ferid/Arshtat, "I no longer care about holding up appearances."
Suikoden V, Georg/Sialeeds, actions speak louder than words
Suikoden V, Gizel/Sialeeds, like a spider and a butterfly, I wrap you in my lies
Suikoden V, Lucretia/Lelei, a maiden's heart
Suikoden V, Oboro/Raven, Stopping a problem before it starts
Suikoden V, Oboro/Shigure, Nether Gate days
Suikoden V, Oboro/Taylor, drink to old times
Suikoden V, Shigure/Sagiri, Trying to break that smile
Suikoden V: Roy/Lyon, about damn time/similar but not the same
Suikoden, Alen/Grenseal, turning colors & turning coats

Suikogaiden: Nash/Sierra, in the middle of the night

Sunshine, Sunshine/Con, interspecies interaction

Superman Returns, Clark/Lois/Richard, understanding
Superman Returns, Clark/Richard, business trip
Superman Returns, Lois/Richard, forever
Superman Returns, Lois/Richard, reliable
Superman Returns, Lois/Richard, wedding

Supernatural, Andy Gallagher/Tracey (from Simon Said)-roomande, firsts
Supernatural, bobby, hunter culture
Supernatural, bobby, hunter culture
Supernatural, Dean à Metallicar, reunited
Supernatural, Dean Winchester/ Ruby, Angry sex
Supernatural, Dean, that vibrating bed
Supernatural, Dean/Sam, languid
Supernatural, Dean/Sam, live a little
Supernatural, Detective Hendrickson FBI/Nancy, frantic, life affirming sex
Supernatural, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, first time
Supernatural, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, toys and games
Supernatural, John Winchester/Yellow-Eyed Demon, sympathy for the devil
Supernatural, John/Bobby, stings like alcohol
Supernatural, John/Dean, sulphur
Supernatural, Ruby/Bela Talbot, love/hate, frustration
Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Bela Talbot, seduction
Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Bobby Singer, finding comfort in familiarity
Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, blindfold
Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, bondage
Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, vibrator
Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Meg Masters, wild night
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, be nice for once
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, blow up the outside world
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, bootkink
Supernatural, Sam/dean, curios
Supernatural, Sam/dean, curios
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, fisting, trust issues
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, fisting, trust issues
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, interstate love song
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, learn to serve
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, little brother blues
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, the day I tried to live
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, while the blood runs warm in your veins
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, wrong kind of angel
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, zombie apocalypse
Superntural, Bobby Singer/Jo Harvelle, Rescue you and me, closeness, tenderness

Tactics, Haruka/Kantarou, flying
Tactics, Haruka/Kantarou, tooth and claw
Tactics, Haruka/Youko, Stress relief
Tactics, Kantarou/Haruka, Look, he's blushing!

Tales of Destiny, Stahn/Leon, "Just as I would never admit our friendship, I would never speak of this."

Tales of Destiny II (Tales of Eternia), Farah/Meredy, trying on clothes/dressing and undressing

Tales of Symphonia, Kratos/Anna, Is this love?
Tales of Symphonia, Kratos/Zelos, beautiful
Tales of Symphonia, Kratos/Zelos, passionate
Tales of Symphonia, Kratos/Zelos, taken
Tales of Symphonia, Mithos/Genis, first love

Tales of the Abyss, Frings/Peony, a dutiful man in uniform
Tales of the Abyss, Jade/Luke, check-up
Tales of the Abyss, Jade/Peony, "Alone at last."
Tales of the Abyss, Sync/Ion, "make me complete"

Temeraire (series), Temeraire/Laurence, xeno, spoiling him rotten
Temeraire, Temeraire/William Laurence, sponge bath

Tenchi Muyo!, Kiyone/Mihoshi, karaoke
Tenchi Muyo!, Tenchi/Ryoko, graduation
Tenchi Muyo!, Tenchi/Ryoko/Aeka, picnic

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Adiane/Cytomander/Viral, pet names
Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Adiane/Viral, a belled collar
Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Simon/Nia, cockpit sex
Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Simon/Viral, Viral trying on those glasses

Terra E... Blue/Jomy, rest and reflection.
Terra E... Blue/Keith, long-distance confrontation.
Terra E... Matsutaka/Keith, fealty has its price.
Terra E... Shiroe/Keith, fever dreams.

The Authority: Apollo/Midnighter; What's in a name?

The Black Jewels Trilogy, Daemon/Lucivar, incest, there once was a time when they didn't know they were brothers.
The Black Jewels Trilogy, Dorothea/Hekatah, bondage, an exercise in discipline.
The Black Jewels Trilogy, Janelle/Karla: “Shall I see tonight sister, bathed in magic greet
The Black Jewels Trilogy, Karla/Wilhelmina: After the poison.

The Chronicles of Narnia, Caspian/Edmund, hero worship
The Chronicles of Narnia, Caspian/Edmund, keeping quiet on the boat
The Chronicles of Narnia, Edmund/Caspian, staying behind, even the most honorable king needs someone to do the necessary, unpleasant little tasks
The Chronicles of Narnia, Edmund/visiting noble, scandal
The Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Caspian, battle
The Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Caspian, neither were lions in the dark
The Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Caspian, relief
The Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Edmund, thrones
The Chronicles of Narnia, Susan/anybody, I'll come back when you call me/No need to say goodbye
The Chronicles of Narnia, Susan/Caspian, adrenaline
The Chronicles of Narnia, Susan/Caspian, even the stars are different in Narnia
The Chronicles of Narnia, Susan/Caspian, lie back and think of England
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Caspian/Edmund, dueling partners
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Caspian/Peter, Queen's Lust
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Caspian/Peter/Susan, shared lovers
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Caspian/Susan, outside Narnia
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Peter/Caspian, Back in the real world.
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Peter/Caspian, Sword fighting.
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Peter/Caspian, Working out the tension.
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Peter/Susan, alone as two
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Edmund/The White Witch: Sweet and sticky like Turkish Delight.
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Edmund/The White Witch: Uncommon kindness, uncommon cruelty.
The Chronicles of Narnia:The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Edmund/The White Witch: Ice cold fingers.

The Chronicles Of Prydain, Gwydion/Eilonwy, hero-worship

The Chronicles of Riddick, Kyra/Riddick: animals in the dark, "Just shut up."
The Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Lady Vaako, Vaako: doing his duty as a breeder, Making Vaako watch seemed to really turn her on.
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Purifier: pack mentality, He had no choice but to submit to the stronger male.

The Demon Ororon, Othello/Mitsume (or Futaba), desperation
The Demon Ororon, Shiro/Lika, catscratches

The Dresden Files (books), Karrin/Harry, Hands, A rift in time/space.
The Dresden Files [TV], Harry/Bob, talking dirty
The Dresden Files [TV], Harry/Morgan, not what I wanted

The Enigma, Enigma/Michael, touch

The Good The Bad and The Ugly, Blondie/Angel Eyes, don't think this means I'll hesitate

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Arthur/Ford, customs
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, Zaphod/Ford, two heads are better than one

The L Word, Lara/Alice: Exhibitionism, Comfort that won't betray.

The Matrix, Smith/Neo, tentacles

The Nines, Gary/Delivery Boy, can I have your autograph?
The Nines, Gary/Gavin/Gabriel, it's like the end of the world

The Prestige, Borden/Angier: If I could I would make you disappear.
The Prestige, Borden/Angier: Smoke and mirrors.

The Princess Bride, Fezzik/Inigo, in verse

The Road to El Dorado, Miguel/Tulio, "Where you going?"/"Barcelona"/"Oh"/"Don't get up"
The Road to El Dorado, Chel/Migel/Tulio, mine
The Road to El Dorado, Miguel/Tulio, cuddle

The Rose Of Versailles, Oscar/Rosalie: a working-class hero is something to be.

The Silmarillion, Morgoth/Sauron, master
The Silmarillion, Sauron/Ar-Pharazon, seduction

The Tick, Tick/Arthur, kind of a mustache feeling
The Tick, Tick/Arthur, Not in the face!
The Tick, Tick/Arthur, Spoon!

The Venture Bros, Brock/Molotov, bloodplay
The Venture Bros, Brock/Molotov, bondage
The Venture Bros, Brock/Molotov, cigarette burn
The Venture Bros, Brock/Molotov, Let's spend the night together/Now I need you more than ever
The Venture Bros, Dr. Girlfriend/The Monarch, real names
The Venture Bros, Dr. Venture/Myra, robot explosions
The Venture Bros, Sergeant Hatred/Princess Tinyfeet, granola
The Venture Bros., Billy Quizboy/Pete White, freaks
The Venture Bros., Brock/Hank, education
The Venture Bros., Brock/Rusty, crush
The Venture Bros., Dean/Triana, dominatrix
The Venture Bros., Doctor Girlfriend/The Monarch, plotting
The Venture Bros., Dr. Girlfriend/anyone, "on a hot summer night"
The Venture Bros., Monarch/Dr. Girlfriend, "Caught in the act"
The Venture Bros., Monarch/Dr. Girlfriend, "Want to do it on his bed?"
The Venture Bros., Phantom Limb/Queen Etherea, "hatred"
The Venture Bros., Phantom Limb/Queen Etherea, "So what do you do with all these sciencey gadgets, anyway?"
The Venture Brothers: The Monarch/Dr. Girlfriend, epic fail
The Venture Brothers: The Monarch/Dr. Girlfriend, old married couple
The Venture Brothers: The Monarch/Dr. Girlfriend, trying out a new outfit
The Venture Bros, Brock/Molotov, cherry bomb
The Venture Bros, Dr. Girlfriend/Monarch, flying
The Venture Bros, Dr. Girlfriend/Monarch, new costumes
The Venture Bros, Girl Hitler/Catclops, remodeling
The Venture Bros,, Brock/Mol, spank.
The Venture Bros,, Mol/Brock, Mol on top
The Venture Bros., Brock/Molotov, Led Zeppelin

The Vision of Escaflowne, Alan/Van, temptation, wing!kink
The Vision of Escaflowne, Dilandau/Miguel, earning his stripes
The Vision of Escaflowne, Van/Escaflowne, in dreams, we're dragons, xeno
The Vision of Escaflowne: Van/Hitomi, finally together/the power of a wish

The Wallflower: Kyohei/Sunako, the last fight

The West Wing, Josh/Donna, overslept
The West Wing, Josh/Donna, shoes

There Will Be Blood Daniel/Eli Drink that Milkshake
There Will Be Blood, Daniel Plainview/Fletcher Hamilton, a steady hand
There Will Be Blood, Daniel Plainview/H.B. Ailman, the worst in people

Tokyo Babylon (or X/1999), Seishirou/Subaru, vines as tentacles, abrading violation
Tokyo Babylon, (Seishiro/)Subaru, bondage, wet dream
Tokyo Babylon, (Seishiro/)Subaru, bondage, wet dream
Tokyo Babylon, (Subaru/Hokuto)/Seishiro, A birthday present to remember
Tokyo Babylon, (Subaru/Hokuto)/Seishiro, A birthday present to remember
Tokyo Babylon, Seishiro/Subaru, handkink
Tokyo Babylon, Seishiro/Subaru, handkink
Tokyo Babylon, Seishiro/Subaru/Hokuto, dubcon, for his own good
Tokyo Babylon, Seishiro/Subaru/Hokuto, dubcon, for his own good
Tokyo Babylon, Seishirou/Subaru/(Hokuto?), sizekink, "I'll bet you could manage both of us if you wanted!"
Tokyo Babylon, Subaru, caught in the act, --in Seishirou's apartment
Tokyo Babylon, Subaru/Hokuto, grooming as a sign of affection
Tokyo Babylon, Subaru/Hokuto, grooming as a sign of affection
Tokyo Babylon, X/1999, Seishirou/Subaru, in front of a mirror
Tokyo Babylon, X/1999, Seishirou/Subaru, transmissible desire, "This stone not only attracts iron rings, but also imparts to them a similar power of attracting other rings; and sometimes you may see a number of pieces of iron and rings suspended from one another so as to form quite a long chain: and all of them derive their power of suspension from the original stone."
Tokyo Babylon, X/1999, Seishirou/Subaru/(Tokyo), exposure

Torchwood: Ianto/Jack ties
Torchwood: Ianto/Jack/Tosh comfort, candle, champagne

Trinity Blood, Abel/Astha, revelation, "My humanity was assumed"
Trinity Blood, Abel/Cain, bloodplay
Trinity Blood, Abel/Isaak, fun with shadows
Trinity Blood, Abel/Vaclav, in you I taste god
Trinity Blood, Cain/Abel, Who's on top today, brother?
Trinity Blood, Catarina/Abel, "His Crusnik side always facinated her."
Trinity Blood, Caterina/Abel, a parting of ways
Trinity Blood, Isaak/Dietrich, "the puppetmaster dances on another's strings"
Trinity Blood, Radu/Ion, Let me take care of you
Trinity Blood, Tres/Abel, I don't think the altar is to be utilized for that purpose
Trinity Blood, Tres/Leon, Beauty is Beauty
Trinity Blood, William/Kate, voyeurism, "why don't you come down here and --"
Trinity Blood: Leon/Abel; Serving Time.
Trinity Blood: Seth/Catarina; Pretty little things.

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, Yasha-ou/Ashura-ou, nights full of flowers
Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE, Kurogane/Fai, "Everything is painted in wounds"
Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE, Kurogane/Fai, "I'll fall from your grace, but I'll never let go of your hand"
Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE, Kurogane/Fai, "That taste on your tongue, don't easily slip away"
Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE, Kurogane/Fai, "The end means we'll be killed"
Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE, Kurogane/Fai, "You hold up a bloodstained hand"
Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE, Kurogane/Fai, "you make me whole"
Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE, Kurogane/Fai, "your eyepatch is damn sexy"

Twelve Kingdoms, Gyousou/Risai, Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
Twelve Kingdoms, Gyousou/Taiki, the winters in Tai are cold
Twelve Kingdoms, Youko/Keiki, thus, treasured
Twelve Kingdoms, Youko/Rakushun, difference conscious

V, Ham/Julie, bath
V, Ham/Julie, dirt
V, Ham/Julie, reunion

Vagrant Story, Ashley/Sydney, Metal limbs + Magnetic Blocks = ?
Vagrant Story, Ashley/Tia, if there are ghosts to raise
Vagrant Story, Ashley/Tia, if there are ghosts to raise
Vagrant Story, Duane/Grissom, a matter of utmost delicacy
Vagrant Story, Grissom/Samantha, reincarnated but haunted by the past
Vagrant Story, Mullenkamp/Sydney, act of contrition
Vagrant Story, Neesa/Samantha, "And dark is the path travelled after the storm"
Vagrant Story, Neesa/Samantha, "And dark is the path travelled after the storm"
Vagrant Story, Neesa/Samantha, the man stood between them, even though he wasn't there
Vagrant Story, Sydney/Hardin, the Gods toy with us
Vagrant Story: Romeo/Jan, Sadism, Ulterior motives.
Vagrant Story: Sydney/Ashely/Hardin; The Lord has tastes.
Vagrant Story: Sydney/Ashley; Cleaning the altar.
Vagrant Story: Sydney/Hardin; I chose this path.

Vampire Knight, Aidou/Zero (or Zero/Aidou), Cornered and desperate
Vampire Knight, Kaname/Aidou, Grateful servitude
Vampire Knight, Kaname/Ichijou, What would I do without you?
Vampire Knight, Kaname/Zero, "Let me teach you the meaning of gratitude." "Let me teach you the meaning of a gun to the face!"
Vampire Knight, Kaname/Zero, "You know who your true master is, don't you?"
Vampire Knight, Yuuki/Maria: Dark chocolate and red wine
Vampire Knight, Yuuki/Maria: Lilac Wine
Vampire Knight, Zero/Yuuki, blood-letting
Vampire Knight: Zero/Yuuki, creature of the night

Vanity Fair, Becky/Amelia. The power of orange knickers.

Vorkosigan Saga, Ivan/By, undercover
Vorkosigan Verse, Elli/Taura, mountain climbing
Vorkosigan Verse, Ethan/Terrence, sanctuary
Vorkosigan Verse, Miles/Bel, stunned

Warcraft, Sylvanas/Kael, life after death

Weiß Kreuz, Aya/Yohji/Ken/Omi, "Don't ever start a band."
Weiß Kreuz, Farfarello/Aya-chan, Stolen little princess
Weiß Kreuz, Nagi/Shuldig, Everything you touch you don't feel / do not know what you steal
Weiß Kreuz, Schuldig/Ken, Euro 2008, no one can see us; trust me
Weiß Kreuz, Yohji/Ken, You got sirens for a welcome / there's bloodstain for your pain / and your telephone's been ringing / while you're dancing in the rain
Weiß Kreuz: Ran/Sakura, alive/waited for so long

Wicked (book), Frexpar/Turtle Heart/Melena, sharing is caring

Wild Adapter, Kubota/Tokito, always trying something new
Wild Adapter, Kubota/Tokito, fallen angels

Wild Arms V, Rebecca/Avril, "Will you cry for me too, someday?"

Willy Wonka, Charlie/Willy, And then years pass and things happen

Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Michael, hero worship
Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, Eve
Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin
Witch Hunter Robin, Karasuma/Dojima, gloves
Witch Hunter Robin, Sakaki/Michael, we're being taped

Wolf's Rain, Kiba/Tsume, I hate you. I love you.
Wolf's Rain, Kiba/Tsume, Who's alpha leader?
Wolf’s Rain, Toboe/Tsume, remember

X-Files, Mulder/Doggett, love potion #XIV-999 Trial #1
X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, elegance
X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, love potion #XIV-999 Trial #2
X-Files, Mulder/Krycek/Skinner, restitution
X-Files, Mulder/Skinner, love potion #XIV-999 Trial #3
X-Files: Mulder/Scully; When faith fails, believe in me.

X-Men (Movieverse) Wolverine/Angel, outsider/Blame Game

X-Men comics, Wolverine/Gambit, card tricks
X-Men comics, Wolverine/Gambit, edge of darkness
X-Men comics, Wolverine/Gambit, striptease
X-Men, Gambit/Rogue, poker
X-Men, Wolverine/Gambit, "give up yet?"
X-men, Wolverine/Gambit, guarded
X-Men, Wolverine/Gambit, road trip
X-men, Xavier/Magneto, no sympathy

X (TV), Hokuto/Kakyou, mindsex, "in these dreams of mine"
X (TV), Seishirou/Subaru, struggle
X (TV), Sorata/Arashi, by storm
X (TV), Yuzuriha/Kusanagi, protector

X/1999, Aoki/Karen, pity, "you can tell your wife"
X/1999, Kanoe/Satsuki/BEAST, overstimulation, "give her something physical to think about"
X/1999, Keiichi/Kamui, shower, is this normal?
X/1999, Seishibana/Subaru, Genderswitch!AU, shibari
X/1999, Seishibana/Subaru, Genderswitch!AU, shibari
X/1999, Seishiro/Subaru, "And that silky thing there is your heart."
X/1999, Seishiro/Subaru, "And that silky thing there is your heart."
X/1999, Seishirou/Subaru, collar, good dog
X/1999, Seishirou/Subaru, fetishizing old wounds, blood on the leaves, blood on the root
X/1999, Seishirou/Subaru, orgasm denial, and I control you
X/1999, Seishirou/Subaru, Stockholm Syndrome
X/1999, Sorata/Arashi, sticky, "as if everything about him was keeping her here"
X/1999, Subaru, BDSM club, want what you can't have
X/1999, Subaru/Seishirou: Genderswitch, Cherry chapstick.
X/1999, Tohru/Saya, fearless
X/1999, Tohru/Saya, one last time
X/1999, Yuuto/Kanoe, decadent sensuality

Xenogears, Bart/Billy, a gear cockpit built for two
Xenogears, Bart/Billy, let me take you to my home amidst the desert sand, midnight at the oasis
Xenogears, Bart/Billy, penitence
Xenogears, Bart/Margie, all the hardships were halved when we shared them
Xenogears, Bart/Sigurd. Insistence on insomnia.
Xenogears, Billy/Bart. Confessions and lamentations.
Xenogears, Billy/Margie, the faith that sustains us
Xenogears, Citan/Fei, Hm! Doc's giant telescope is trained on... my bathroom window?
Xenogears, Dominia/Kelvena, locker room arguments.
Xenogears, Id/Fei, Paint.
Xenogears, ID/Fei, The face looking back in the mirror
Xenogears, Jessie/Billy, Probably not at all a good idea
Xenogears, Krelian/Lacan. "An artist's hands weren't meant for wielding weapons."
Xenogears, Krelian/Ramsus, Disposable
Xenogears, Krelian/Ramsus, Father of mine / Tell me how do you sleep / With the children you abandoned
Xenogears, Sigurd/Bart, braided hair & braided leather & braided bloodlines
Xenogears, Sigurd/Bart, Protective
Xenogears, Sigurd/Bart, whip scars

Xenosaga, Albedo/Jr. "Run him like a blade/To and through the heart"
Xenosaga, Albedo/Margulis: Now we're gonna be face-to-face/I'm gonna lay down in my favorite place/ Now I wanna be your dog.
Xenosaga, Citrine/Gaignun. Following family orders.
Xenosaga, Dmitri Yuriev/Juli Mizrahi, "but these are terrible times."
Xenosaga, Gaignun/Mary/Shelly, under the rose.
Xenosaga, Jr/Momo, you've seen my highest highs and lowest lows
Xenosaga, White Testament/Red Testament. Color-coded proxies.
Xenosaga, Wilhelm/Yeshua/Mary. An unbalanced syzygy. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syzygy#Gnosticism)
Xenosaga, Yuli/Ziggy, the little things that make your day, even just a smile

XKCD, girl/self, masturbation, "as a rule, gamer girls do not exist"
XKCD, stickman/girl, "inertia is a property of matter"
XKCD, stickman/girl, ways to turn the most innocuous of code into something dirty

xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, frilly dresses
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, intent
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, memory loss
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, shadow
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, the last wish
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, unintended consequences
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that?
xxxHOLiC, Doumeki/Watanuki/Himawari, can't tell our skin apart
xxxHOLiC, Doumeki/Watanuki/Himawari, entangled/bound
xxxHolic, Mugetsu/Watanuki, "Don't you ♥ at me! You know exactly what you're doing!"
xxxHolic, Watanuki/Haruka, cigarette smoke
xxxHolic, Watanuki/Haruka, the best part is how he's nothing like Doumeki
xxxHolic, Yuuko/Watanuki, metamorphosis
xxxxHolic, Clow/Yuuko, ghosts and dreams

Yakitate!! Japan, Kawachi/Azuma, "That bread is good for, What?!!"

Yami no Matsuei, (Muraki/)Hisoka, wetdreams
Yami no Matsuei, (Muraki/)Tsuzuki/Hisoka, marks of ownership
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, playtime, or "a cat's midnight crazies"
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, tales of tails
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Touda, wrapped around his tail
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Tsuzuki, cat and mouse
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Tsuzuki, fools and children
Yami no Matsuei, Byakko/Tsuzuki, purrrrrrfect!
Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka/Tatsumi, "A sense of propriety is necessary at a time like this."
Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka/Tsuzuki, BDSM with Hisoka on top
Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka/Tsuzuki, Why'd you have to be so cute? / It's impossible to ignore you / Must you make me laugh so much / Bad enough we get along so well
Yami no Matsuei, Kijin/Touda, teenage rebellion
yami no Matsuei, Muraki(/Hisoka/Tsuzuki/Oriya/etc as desired) the harem AU
Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Oriya, kite strings & carp banners
Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Tsuzuki, "The way you beg for it, and walk away without a mark"
Yami no Matsuei, Oriya/Muraki, pretty broken things"
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Hisoka, replacement
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, dirty little secret
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, draconic affinity
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, give in to me
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, out of the dark
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, severed bonds
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, too many walls
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, war and peace
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda/Tsuzuki, resistance is futile
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda/Tsuzuki, time, love and tenderness
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, business as usual
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, irresponsible behaviour
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, ridiculously romantic
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, you don't have to fear me
Yami no Matsuei, Tatsuki/Watari, an only partially-successful potion
Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, scandalous
Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage
Yami no Matsuei, Tenkuu/Touda, darkness and shadows
Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Byakko/Tsuzuki, truth or dare
Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Tsuzuki, knowing each other
Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Tsuzuki, sleepless, kindred spirits
Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Tsuzuki, waiting for centuries
Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Tsuzuki/Byakko, taking the pain away
Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Tsuzuki/Byakko, worshipping their master
Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Tsuzuki/Souryuu, comfort, warmth
Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Tsuzuki/Suzuka, clearing the air between us
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki, zombie apocalypse--He's pretty sure that somehow, this is all Muraki's fault.
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Hisoka/Touda, a heart as big as the world
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, eternal commitment
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, just say the word
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, make me feel alive
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, patience, what it means to not be human
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, playing with fire
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, save the best for last
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, tea-time
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Touda, there's no such thing as "enough"
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Watari, food play
Yami no Matsuei, Watari/Tatsumi, fun with potions

Yotsuba&!, Kowai/Jumbo, sneaking around

Young Avengers, Billy/Teddy, first, “It doesn’t matter what we were before.”
Young Avengers, Billy/Teddy, whoa

Yu Yu Hakusho, Yuusuke/Shizuru, Sharing a Smoke
Yu Yu Hakusho: Hiei/Botan, what they don't know/in secret/unexpected

Yukikaze: Jack/Rei/Yukikaze; Damn it woman that's my mind!
Yukikaze: Jack/Rei/Yukikaze; Settling in the aftermath.
Yukikaze: Jack/Rei; Wear my mark.
Yukikaze: Rei/Yukikaze; Not all algorithms end in math.


Crossover, Baccano!/Fullmetal Alchemist, Claire/Hughes, gentleman soldiers
Crossover, Baccano!/Fullmetal Alchemist, Keith/Bradley, negotiating over brandy
Crossover, Code Geass/Mnemosyne no Musumetachi no Musumetachi no Musumetachi, Apos/Lelouch, bondage, LET'S PLAY CHESS OKAY LULU
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Persona 3, Gabranth/Shinjiro, sex in public—coercion
Crossover, Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni/Naruto, Takano/Kabuto, mindgames, injections, "Did you say your master had brains? ,)"
Crossover, Labyrinth/Trinity Blood, Jareth/Abel, dreams vs. reality
Crossover, Air Gear/Persona 3, Aki/Ikki, casual sex, pumped on adrenaline
Crossover, Bleach/DC comics, Rukia/Cassandra Cain, tiny
Crossover, Bourne Series/Casino Royale, Jason Bourne/James Bond, efficiency
Crossover, Cthulhu Mythos/Supernatural, John/Dean, that job down in innsmouth
Crossover, Cthulhu Mythos/Supernatural, Sam(/dean), The Stanford copy of Unaussprechlichen Kulten
Crossover, D-Grayman/Final Fantasy Eight, Kanda/Rinoa, Alternate Roads
Crossover, D. Gray-man/Baccano!, Tyki/Luck, A gentleman in every sense.
Crossover, D.Gray-man/Final Fantasy Seven, Sephiroth/Tiki/Cloud, No place for an unbroken mind
Crossover, D.Gray-man/Fullmetal Alchemist, Greed/Tiki, Mutual Collectors
Crossover, D.Gray-man/Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Allen, Another stoic
Crossover, D.Gray-man/Kingdom Hearts, Tiki/Cloud, stealing a heart
Crossover, DC Comics/Marvel Comcs, Bart Allen/Peter Parker, skyscrapers
Crossover, DC Comics/Marvel Comcs, Kon-El/Johnny Storm, clouds
Crossover, DC Comics/Marvel Comcs, Tim Drake/Kurt Wagner, mystery
Crossover, Doctor Who/Blackadder II or III, The Doctor/Edmund Blackadder, "so green with envy he could hop into a jar and call himself a pickled gherkin, but that would be implying far too much phallic imagery for comfort."
Crossover, Fake News/RPF (other), "Stephen"/Brian Williams, in his place
Crossover, Farscape/Final Fantasy VII, Scorpius/Cloud Strife, twist of fate
Crossover, FFVII/FFIV, Yuffie/Shadow, super secret ninja power
Crossover, FFVII/FFX, Yuffie/Auron/Jecht, winning a battle
Crossover, Final Fantasy Seven/Ruroni Kenshin, Zack/Kenshin, Mixed signals
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Any, Any/Cloud, Hopping from world to world had garnered him an interesting collection of lovers
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Earthbound, Weapon shop guy in Kalm/Shy masked guy in Onett Library, disappointment, no dialogue during sex
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Kingdom Hearts, Angeal/Genesis/KH!Cloud, wingkink, Seeing him, they wondered if they weren't more balanced than they'd thought
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Kingdom Hearts, KH!Cloud/FF7!Cloud, mirrorplay
Crossover, Final Fantasy X/Final Fantasy XII, Auron/Basch, men of action
Crossover, Final Fantasy X/Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Kimahri, similarities
Crossover, Final Fantasy X/Final Fantasy XII, Kimahri/Basch, comfort in exile
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Final Fantasy X, Kimahri/Basch, strange comfort
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Persona 3, Gabranth/Shinjiro, frottage
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Persona 3, Gabranth/Shinjiro, slow
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Persona 3, Gabranth/Shinjiro, temperature play
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Supernatural, Balthier/Dean, car kink
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Supernatural, Vossler/Dean, cuffs
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Tales of Symphonia, Balthier/Zelos, prettier
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Tales of Symphonia, Basch/Zelos, painful words
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Tales of Symphonia, Kratos/Balthier, submission
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Tales of Symphonia, Kratos/Basch, duel
Crossover, Fishugi Yuugi/Inuyasha, Nakago/Nuraku, One misguided bad guy to another
Crossover, Gargoyles/Torchwood, Owen(Puck)/Ianto, duitiful (honest)
Crossover, GUN/Red Dead Revolver (video game), Colton/Red, This town ain't big enough
Crossover, Gundam Wing/Final Fantasy Seven, Duo/Yuffie, Awesome!
Crossover, Gundam Wing/Final Fantasy Seven, Otto/Reeve, Technological Fixation
Crossover, Hellsing/Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Integra, plans for world domination
Crossover, Heroes/Final Fantasy VII, Nathan Petrelli/Cloud Strife, bodyguard
Crossover, Homicide,LotS/DC comics, Megan Russert/Renee Montoya, informant
Crossover, House/Bones, House/Temperance Brennan, "you've met your match"
Crossover, House/Veronica Mars, House/Veronica, snark
Crossover, Inuyasha/Ruroni Kenshin, Miroku/Kaoru, Old Habits...
Crossover, Iron Man/Speed Racer, Sparky/Tony, gears
Crossover, Iron Man/Speed Racer, Speed/Tony, drinking games
Crossover, Iron Man/Speed Racer, Speed/Tony, naïve, “We both like it the same, quick and dirty.”
Crossover, Iron Man/Speed Racer, Speed/Tony, ride him like a cowbow
Crossover, Iron Man/Supernatural, Tony/Dean, speed freak
Crossover, Iron Man/X-men, Tony/Magneto, child's play
Crossover, Ironman/Torchwood, Jack/Tony, 'Not alien, but damn good.'
Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Naruto, Larxene/Hidan, show me what you've got
Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Vagrant Story, Ashley Riot/Aerith, this cross we both have borne
Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Vagrant Story, Ashley Riot/Aerith, this cross we both have borne
Crossover, Kingdom Hearts/Yami no Matsuei, Axel/Touda, "Burn, baby, burn!"
Crossover, Kyou Kara Maou/Trinity Blood, Abel/Gunther, "Surprise! So, do we need blue or pink?"
Crossover, Labyrinth/Final Fantasy Seven, Jareth/Aeris, Likeness in opposite
Crossover, Marvel comics/DC comics, Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Stephanie Brown, not dead yet
Crossover, Marvel comics/DC comics, Bucky Barnes/Roy Harper, roboarms & the tricks they can do
Crossover, Marvel comics/DC comics, Cassandra Cain/Taskmaster, body language
Crossover, Marvel comics/DC comics, Nick Fury/Bruce Wayne, daddy
Crossover, Petshop of Horrors/Final Fantasy Seven, Count D/Nanaki, Fascination
Crossover, Pirates of the Caribbean/Supernatural, Calypso/Dean, suffer a sea-change
Crossover, Pokemon/Final Fantasy Seven, Hojo/Ash, Curiosity
Crossover, Profit/Veronica Mars, Jim Profit/Veronica Mars, backfire
Crossover, Revolutionary Girl Utena/Doctor Who, Akio/Tenth Doctor, the dangers of underestimating your opponent
Crossover, RPF (other)/Fake News, Pundits of your choice/Character!Stephen Colbert, celebrating the leap year with a freaky eight-way
Crossover, Stargate, Atlantis/Stargate, SG-1, Jack/John, chain of command
Crossover, Stargate, Atlantis/Stargate, SG-1, Jack/John, fishing
Crossover, Stargate, Atlantis/Stargate, SG-1, John/Teal'c, "hey there, big guy"
Crossover, Stargate, Atlantis/Stargate, SG-1, John/Teal'c, last man standing
Crossover, Stargate, Atlantis/Stargate, SG-1, John/Teal'c, unexpected
Crossover, Stargate, Atlantis/Stargate, SG-1, John/Vala, "cheer up, emo-kid"
Crossover, Stargate, Atlantis/Stargate, SG-1, John/Vala, child's play
Crossover, Stargate, Atlantis/Stargate, SG-1, John/Vala, on the outside, looking in
Crossover, Supernatural/Poltergeist The Legacy, Dean/Nick, cars
Crossover, Supernatural/Poltergeist The Legacy, Dean/Nick, guns
Crossover, Supernatural/Poltergeist The Legacy, Dean/Nick, silver bullets
Crossover, Tekken/Final Fantasy VII, Kazuya Mishima/Cloud Strife, power struggle
Crossover, Ten/Gin to Kin, Akagi/Ginji, kids these days
Crossover, Ten/Gin to Kin, Akagi/Ginji, retirement
Crossover, The Rose Of Versailles/Revolutionary Girl Utena, Oscar/Utena, Mirrors and masquerades.
Crossover, Trinity Blood/D.Gray-man, Leon/Allen, Teaching basics
Crossover, Trinity Blood/Final Fantasy VII, Abel/Tseng, "He needed to be claimed by someone strong."
Crossover, Trinity Blood/Final Fantasy VII, Seth/Aeris, "It's good to be royalty."
Crossover, Ultimate Fantastic Four/Ultimate Spider-Man, Peter Parker/Johnny Storm, new to this
Crossover, Vagrant Story/Xenogears, Grissom/Billy, Devotion and prayers / Anything that leads me home
Crossover, Weiß Kreuz/Final Fantasy Seven, Farfarello/Kadaj, Mixed fixation
Crossover, X-Men/Spiderman, Beast/Peter Parker, hanging from the ceiling
Crossover, Yami no Matsuei/Shounen Onmyouji, Touda/Touda, two snakes in the grass
Crossover,Magic Kaito/DNAngel, Kaito/Dark, "so, yeah, rooftops"
Crossover, Baccano!/Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Luck, I always get what I want
Crossover, Baccano!/Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Luck, He'd come to Turks of his own free will. But he did give them a chase first.
Crossover, Blade of the Immortal/Vagabond, Manji/Musashii, Bath house, "Can't hold your liquor."
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Final Fantasy VII, Faith/Tifa, strength, It wasn't often she found another girl who could keep up with her in a fight, or a bar, or in bed.
Crossover, Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy XII, Setzer/Balthier, airship comparison
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Star Wars, Cid/Han Solo, how ship size relates to other things...
Crossover, Final Fantasy VII/Witch Hunter Robin, Vincent Valentine/Amon, the silent type, Some things could only be said with a glance.
Crossover, Final Fantasy VIII/Witch Hunter Robin, Squall/Robin, Witch's Knight, He'd protect her, no matter what.
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Persona 3, Basch/Junpei, first time
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Persona 3, Fran/Shinjiro, xenokink, She's as strange as Shadows and just as dangerous
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Persona 3, Gabranth/Akihiko, possession
Crossover, Final Fantasy XII/Persona 3, Gabranth/Shinjiro, xenokink, "You have a tail."
Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Issun & the three Fairies (Yuna, Payne and Rikku), Hey girls, wanna see my new brush technique? *wink*
Crossover, Okami/Shadow Hearts, Amaterasu/Kurando (Tsukiyomi), In the shadows of his mind, the sun and moon entwined
Crossover, Okami/Shadow Hearts, Amaterasu/Yuri, A new fusion
Crossover, Shin Megami Tensei, Digital Devil Saga / X/1999 , Heat/Subaru/(Seishirou), desperation, crying out the name of one who isn't there
Crossover, Shin Megami Tensei, Digital Devil Saga / X/1999 , Heat/Subaru/(Seishirou), desperation, crying out the name of one who isn't there
Crossover, Shin Megami Tensei, Digital Devil Saga / X/1999 , O'Brien/Subaru, temporal disaffectation, "right but not correct"
Crossover, Shin Megami Tensei, Digital Devil Saga / X/1999 , O'Brien/Subaru, temporal disaffectation, "right but not correct"
Crossover, Shin Megami Tensei, Digital Devil Saga/Devilman Lady, Jun Fudou/Argilla, Pack dominance, "It's your eyes."
Crossover, Supernatural/The Dresden Files, Dean/Harry, Carsex, The master and the apprentice.
Crossover, The Dresden Files/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Karrin/Faith, Handcuffs, Truth and justice.
Crossover, The L Word/Angel the Series, Helena/Faith, Cellmates, Cigarettes and soap.
Crossover, Torchwood/Dr. Who, Ten/Ianto brainy!specs, licking
Crossover, Torchwood/Dr. Who, Ten/Ianto/Jack, bananas, handcuffs, sonic blasters
Crossover, Torchwood/Stargate Atlantis, Teyla/Tosh, strength, silk, almonds
Crossover, Torchwood/Stargate SG-1, Ianto/Daniel, stars, cats
Crossover, Torchwood/Supernatural, Sam/Ianto, Far from home
Crossover, Witch Hunter Robin/X-Men (movie-verse), Robin/Bobby Drake, fire and ice, Opposites attrack
Crossover, X/1999/Revolutionary Girl Utena, Kanoe/Kozue, Kindred, Loki unchains the Fenris Wolf.
Crossover, X/1999/Shin Megami Tensei, Digital Devil Saga, Gale/Satsuki, Improbability, God is a number.
Crossover, Batman Begins/Equilibrium, Bruce Wayne/Jurgen, decadence, sensual kisses, touch like silk.
Crossover, Batman Begins/Equilibrium, Preston/Ducard, sensory overload, self denial, release, Ducard helps Preston overcome his fear of climaxing.
Crossovers, Fruits Basket/Weiß Kreuz, Momiji/Omi, Secrets
Crossovers, Naruto/Final Fantasy Seven, Gaara/Vincent, One need not be afraid
Crossovers, Naruto/FInal Fantasy Seven, Hinata/Yuffie, Let me show you then
Crossovers, Naruto/Final Fantasy Seven, Itachi/Zack, Prove your worth
Crossovers, Petshop of Horrors/Final Fantasy Nine, Leon/Kuja, Puzzlement, "How do I get into this?"
Crossovers, Trinity Blood/Final Fantasy Nine, Catarina/Garnet, Learn to rule
Crossovers, Trinity Blood/Final Fantasy Seven, Isaak/Genesis, Like Magic
Crossovers, Trinity Blood/Final Fantasy Seven, Sephiroth/Abel, Redirect
Crossovers, Trinity Blood/Final Fantasy Seven, Tres/Reeve, You're made so wonderfully...
Crossovers, Trinity Blood/Labyrinth, Seth Nightroad/Jareth, I'm actually impressed
Crossovers, Willy Wonka/Ranma 1/2/Fullmetal Alchemist/Final Fantasy Eight, Willy/Ryouga/Greed/Seifer, A series of mischance

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

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



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* Suikoden V, Dolph/Gizel, Following orders -- "Petitioner"
[info]mithrigil
2008-06-12 12:35 pm UTC (link)
Petitioner
suikoden v

Mithrigil Galtirglin

Dolph’s ability to enter and leave a room unnoticed but not unmarked is a source of fascination to Gizel—fascination and no small amount of envy. If he didn’t admit to at least that, he’d be a lesser man. And there are virtues unlooked-for in the young assassin’s skills, in his dutifully schooled emotionlessness. That blankness is enticing, compelling, to the same part of Gizel that wondered how his mother’s corpse could still be beautiful.

There isn’t even a rustle of curtains or a wisp of sun-drenched air. “Dolph,” Gizel says when the—aura of danger, for lack of a better term, shifts.

That flat voice presses toward him from behind the throne. “Your commandership.”

“To what good news do I owe the pleasure?”

“The Prince and his men are mounting an infiltration of Gordius.”

Gizel props his elbow on the arm of the throne and palms his chin. “So the Dragon Cavalry will lose its honored tradition of factionalism.”

“Wouldn’t you rather they side with us?”

“The river runs where it may—if Gordius buckles beneath the prince, it is the prince who inherits their dishonor. And Commander Laden will be forced to step down under the compulsion of his own shame.” Gizel trails his fingers over his own cheek, cracks his neck, feels the weight of the armored band that now holds up his bangs, the clench of red kohl around his eyes. “The country will change. I’m aware of this already.”

Now there’s sound from him—the assassin comes around, shadowless and unassuming on the side of the throne Gizel leans toward. “It is counterintuitive, serving a man who might not care to win the war he wages.”

“There are no men like me,” says Gizel. “Even if you survive this, you’ll never serve another of my kind again.”

“Is that an invitation for me to take advantage of the situation, sir?”

Gizel smiles. “Seize the moment, I suppose,” he exhales with a chuckle. “Come here on your knees.”

Dolph is as silent about this as anything else—his mouth and eyes are as still and unobtrusively creased as the thighs of his slacks, the obliques of his vest. He knees on the dais nearer than any petitioner has perhaps been—Gizel wonders hotly if the late Queen had ever been served by her barbarian in this position. He and Sialeeds had talked of the same, when talking was all there was to be done of it.

But at this moment, words are the last thing he wants.

The string of orders is crisp and practiced, innocuous; a few shifts of armor and a few loosened knots, and Dolph’s expert mouth is surrounding him, and perhaps the danger in him is as true as it is contrived. The young man’s tongue is deft, practiced—passionless but skilled, and soon Gizel grips both arms of the throne in knuckles that blaze with ache. His head rolls back against the cushions, he bares his neck—he feels the oil around his eyes heat at the thought of whoever succeeds him here knowing nothing of this taboo, of this breach in etiquette and history—

“Hold,” he gasps, before he spends, and Dolph withdraws, throat and lips fluttering around him.

There is no cadence to Dolph’s monotone voice, but it’s hoarser, drier, and that thrills Gizel more than he thought it would. “Something else, sir?”

He rises—less shakily than an ordinary man would have—and turns the throne’s cushion over. “It won’t do to stain her Majesty’s seat when you fuck me over it,” he says, in the calm, steady voice of one who takes his pleasure in such things.

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Re: * Suikoden V, Dolph/Gizel, Following orders -- "Petitioner" - [info]chantlier, 2008-06-14 11:55 am UTC
Re: * Suikoden V, Dolph/Gizel, Following orders -- "Petitioner" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-14 12:09 pm UTC
WsKWFGPazE - (Anonymous), 2008-07-29 05:39 pm UTC
* xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that? -- "Scritchies"
[info]mithrigil
2008-06-12 12:35 pm UTC (link)
Scritchies
xxxholic

Mithrigil Galtirglin

Scritch. Scritch-scritch-scritch.

It’s too hot to deal with a lot of things. The ice in the carafe can’t take the pressure, the cream puffs are withering, Kimihiro’s T-shirt’s wetter in some places than others. Kimihiro’s eyes are already awkward enough without glasses and the humidity’s just making him dizzier, not to mention a sun-glare that’s worse than Yuuko with a three-day hangover. The shade coped by leaving around the same time Himawari did (what rotten luck!) but Doumeki’s still here and it’s only polite to stay as long as he does, he’s a guest. And blazing heat or no, the park’s still nice, and the smell of melting dessert is kind of paralyzing, oversweet and calm.

But whatever Doumeki’s doing to Kimihiro’s bare big toe is clearly some form of abuse.

Scritch. Scritch-scritch-scritch.

“Cut it out,” Kimihiro groans, rolling his ankle so his foot falls sideward. Hopefully that moron’ll take the hint.

The touch reappears right in his instep. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch-scritch.

Heat or no heat, Kimihiro manages to summon the will to yank his foot clean away this time. The picnic blanket knots under his back. “Would you stop that?” he snaps. “Moron. Ugh.”

From his end of the blanket, Doumeki heaves a deep, cloudy sigh. Not like Kimihiro can see, through the sun flare, but it could sound like giving up if Doumeki made sense.

Which, of course, he doesn’t. Scritch. Scritch-scritch-scritch, this time under the cuff of Kimihiro’s pants.

Okay, there are some things that overcome even this kind of heat. Kimihiro springs up, railing about he-doesn’t-even-know-what and once the sun’s behind him he takes a page from its book and glares, hard, down at Doumeki. The other boy’s stretched on his belly, sprawled some on the blanket but mostly on the grass, and looking up at Kimihiro with a bland deadpan innocence. Kimihiro doesn’t shut up—the “personal space” part of the rant starts, and scurries to his knees, looming over—

“The shade’s nice,” Doumeki says.

“—from the incident with the can-opener doesn’t give you the right to poke me and touch me and do all the inconsider—OUMPH!” Kimihiro says around Doumeki’s tongue.

Doumeki’s mouth and skin are hotter than the sun—somehow Kimihiro keeps his eyes open anyway—for a damned frightening split-second he sees his own panicked face through the eye he shares with Doumeki and a scalding shiver runs down to his tailbone and then up around front. The blanket rucks up under his knees and then something pins him to it, a steady kiss and two half-callused-half-oiled hands fisting his damp T-shirt. Kimihiro closes his eyes, buckles, blanks—the melted-creampuff smell gets stronger, thicker—there’s something really perverse about tasting his cooking on someone else’s mouth but it’s no worse than seeing through someone else’s eyes—

Oh god, is Doumeki moaning?

Kimihiro pulls back from the kiss with a kind of snap, and his head hits the blanket. There’s some kind of sound caught in his throat and it might be a rant but—probably not? He tries to focus, dazedly upward, and the sun’s made a halo around the black silhouette of Doumeki’s head.

“Shade,” he repeats.

“Sh—shade,” Kimihiro agrees. His head flops back limply to the blankets—

Scritch, says the fingertip on Kimihiro’s sweaty nose. Scritch. Scritch-scritch-scritch.

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Re: * xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that? -- "Scritchies" - [info]darlingfox, 2008-06-12 03:06 pm UTC
Re: * xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that? -- "Scritchies" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-12 03:08 pm UTC
Re: * xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that? -- "Scritchies" - [info]dorrie6, 2008-06-12 03:56 pm UTC
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Re: * xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that? -- "Scritchies" - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 07:10 pm UTC
Re: * xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that? -- "Scritchies" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-12 07:16 pm UTC
Re: * xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that? -- "Scritchies" - [info]jennaria, 2008-06-15 12:28 am UTC
Re: * xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, Would you stop that? -- "Scritchies" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-15 12:29 am UTC
* X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - orgasm denial - and I control you -- "Obligation Chocolate"
[info]mithrigil
2008-06-12 12:37 pm UTC (link)
Obligation Chocolate
x/1999

Mithrigil Galtirglin

1999.2.15
00:14


Once the door’s shut, Seishirou slams Subaru back into it. By the neck—face out—hard enough to make Subaru see nothing but red, but he holds onto the keychain so tight that it makes no sound. Seishirou’s wearing gloves today, smooth hide gloves that match his sunglasses and still ring with the chill of a February snap. The breath in his mouth tastes like chocolate. Someone must have favored him, and it sure as hell wasn’t Subaru.

He keeps his fists curled at his sides, lets the keys bite into one palm, his nails the other. The gloved hand that’s not throttling him strokes, cold, up around Subaru’s eyes and chin, works a long hard finger in between their mouths. Cold leather and chocolate seem to make sense. He closes his teeth on the hide, bites, waits for a shudder to make it past the glove and—it doesn’t. Even when Seishirou laughs, he doesn’t shake with it. The sound comes out of nowhere and nothing, just like he does.

“No parcels from admirers, Subaru-kun?” The words swell around his hand, make even more sense with the leather than the taste. “Or are they waiting four more days, just to be economical for you?”

Apparently the different between a groan and a growl is just closed teeth.

Seishirou’s knee grinds up hard between Subaru’s legs. They’re both still in shoes. “Twenty-five,” he says so conversationally it stings, “isn’t it?”

Subaru knows better than to say “yes” until all contexts apply.

But whether he says it or not, he’ll get what’s coming—steady hands shoving down his coat, keeping it apart to undo his pants—hard shoulders crushing his own, bearing down on his spine until it aches no matter how he stands—all the life sucked out of him, nose bent and throat blocked and only Seishirou’s tongue to breathe—

The apartment air is dry and merciless and now Subaru’s bare to it. His tongue stutters into a hiss against Seishirou’s teeth. The cold, the impersonal leather—a fist curls around him, loose enough to feel every raised thread in the seams. He strokes brusquely, drives up with his hips as much as his hand. Subaru’s back rakes up against the door, the backs of his boots scrape woodenly on it, and Seishirou’s mouth stifles a moan that Subaru hopes is angry. The more—the more flushed he gets under Seishirou’s touch, the colder the leather of the glove stays—the chill obligation-chocolate kiss siphons all the heat and breath from him and makes his head spin, makes his fist tighten and his eyes roll back and his hips cant wantonly. Hot shame washes down the back of his coat, where his shoulder-bones rock against the door.

The strokes quicken, grasp shifting and thumb rolling and the seam of a fingertip tracing a vein—sore, tight, Subaru thinks, when has the skin there ever been this tight?—and the unyielding oilcloth arm of Seishirou’s coat slams into him, high under his chin and cold-crisp like the rest. “But it is a Western holiday after all,” Seishirou murmurs into Subaru’s mouth, “I suppose they think someone like you wouldn’t observe it.” Subaru gasps futilely for air that won’t come and swells hard against the wrinkled crotch of his pants, against Seishirou’s steady thigh—

Seishirou scoffs and lets go. “In fact, I’ll postpone things until your birthday,” he whispers past Subaru’s lips, with hot breath and malice.

The keys hit the shoeboard, rattling.

“And oh,” Seishirou adds as he steps back into illusion, “don’t even consider taking care of that yourself. I’d hoped you’d learn discretion by the age of twenty-five.”

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Re: * X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - orgasm denial - and I control you -- "Obligation Chocolate" - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-12 03:48 pm UTC
Re: * X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - orgasm denial - and I control you -- "Obligation Chocolate" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-12 04:28 pm UTC
Re: * X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - orgasm denial - and I control you -- "Obligation Chocolate" - [info]mitsuhachi, 2008-06-12 11:21 pm UTC
Re: * X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - orgasm denial - and I control you -- "Obligation Chocolate" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-13 02:27 am UTC
Re: * X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - orgasm denial - and I control you -- "Obligation Chocolate" - [info]etrangere, 2008-06-15 12:08 am UTC
Re: * X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - orgasm denial - and I control you -- "Obligation Chocolate" - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-15 12:11 am UTC
* X/1999 - Subaru - BDSM club - want what you can't have -- "Elastic", 1/3
[info]mithrigil
2008-06-12 12:39 pm UTC (link)
Apologies for the multiple comments, this one attacked.

This is a direct sequel to Venn Diagram, which is where the OCs are from, but I’d like to think that it’s still enjoyable without reading the 12230-word fic first.


Elastic
tokyo babylon

Mithrigil Galtirglin

1992.03.23
22:02


If they’ve done anything about the chipped paint in the stairwell, it doesn’t show. The advertisements plastered to the wall have changed, but the fractured effect is still the same. The black glass door at the bottom of the stairs is fogged up from the inside. He still forgets it’s supposed to be pulled, not pushed.

Music leaks out into the foyer like leaf-choked rain from the corner of two guttered streets. It might have been a pop anthem before the scene deconstructed it. The hallway hasn’t changed much either. Maybe it hasn’t been long enough. It’s too late in March for a coat, so he skips the check, goes straight for the line at the door. In a loose T-shirt and black jeans, he’s another kind of out-of-place, with everyone else slicked down for the occasion, for the venue. Venue. Entertainment venue. He scowls just like the photo on his ID. The birth date’s fake, but not the kind of fake that matters here.

“—Sumeragi-sama,” the person who takes it says, looking up from it, almost shocked, “it’s been years.”

He shrouds his eyes under his hair. “Two of them, Manmoto-san.”

It shows in her a little—a gauntness to her skin, hollows through her eyes. But she’s dressed no more modestly than she’d been when he last saw her, from the parody of office-lady shoes to the three-ringed leather collar. “And to what does Lincoln owe the honor?”

“I want you or Chitsu to hurt me,” he says.

Manmoto smiles warmly—the music swells. “That can be arranged.”

-

There’s talk first, of course there’s talk first, and it’s not the most awkward experience of Subaru’s life but that’s only because he’s so cripplingly angry that he can rein in the embarrassment with sheer spite. It’ll be Chitsu—Manmoto laughs knowingly when Subaru falters, curls a finger through one of her collar rings and reminds him that even though she owns the club, Chitsu ‘owns’ her, and will probably be more equipped to give Subaru what he needs. In turn Chitsu needs things from Subaru, his level of sexual experience (none whatsoever), the kinds of pain that might appeal to him (he doesn’t know), how comfortable he is with being on display (he’s never not been on display). His safeword (“glasses”—he’s put some thought into that).

“And an especially important question,” Manmoto interrupts, much of her humor gone. “After what happened with Yuuhiro—well. You’re also a person of magical power. How do we know what’ll happen if you lose control?”

“My power is different than his,” Subaru answers, “but you don’t.”

-

“Front-out or back-out?” Chitsu asks, calmly.

“Front,” Subaru answers without hesitation.

The soundtrack’s not enough to drown out the murmuring around him, under him. His T-shirt sticks to his skin like it’s August, itches where the small of the cross holds it still; the legs of his pants blouse out over the cuffs on his ankles. Chitsu rises from his kneel, runs the heel of his hand up Subaru’s leg to his hip, to his waistband, under his shirt. Subaru’s teeth chatter. The hand’s so hard—tightening on his arm, now, pressing it into place for the third cuff to close. His arms’ll be spread like his legs, flat, out—tight, where his gloves used to be, tight hard leather abrading with the sweat of so many.

Subaru’s eyes are starting to glaze over. He watches, bites the inside of his cheek as Chitsu tests the cuff, runs one thick finger under the restraint. His knuckle weighs into Subaru’s pulse-point, once, like a bite. On the other side, where the old break is, that would—

Was this what Yuuhiro wanted?

(cont.)

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"Elastic", 2/3 - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-12 12:40 pm UTC
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Fade (Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Hisoka, BDSM with Hisoka on top)
[info]puella_nerdii
2008-06-12 12:51 pm UTC (link)
Hisoka winds his fingers through Tsuzuki’s hair—it’s damp, or the hairs clustered at the nape of his neck are, damp and slicked down with sweat. He pulls, not hard, he doesn’t think, and Tsuzuki follows his hand, arches his neck back, bares his throat. He’s not smaller than Hisoka like this, Hisoka’s fist still looks tiny curled in his hair, but Tsuzuki’s not smiling or laughing or eating or slinging an arm around Hisoka or doing any of the thousand things that make him seem like so much more than he actually is, he’s just looking up at Hisoka with his lips parted and no sound coming out. Only breath, shallow and slow. He’s waiting.

Hisoka digs his nails into the hollow of Tsuzuki’s throat, twists, pinches. Tsuzuki’s cry cuts through the air and stutters, halts almost as soon as it’s begun. The feelings don’t fade as fast, though—layered, always so layered, always so many things swimming beneath the surface, guilt and shame and want over top of them all, drowning them, he’s drowning in it. Hisoka’s mind goes white.

He can’t say sorry. “Do you want me to—”

“Please,” Tsuzuki says. His wrists hang almost limp in the ties anchoring him to the bedposts—they’re wide enough to cover the scars, Hisoka thought that would be good, but now he sees the red pinpricks dotting Tsuzuki’s skin where the rope’s chafed him. He kisses the abrasions, runs his tongue over them, thinks he can taste the blood swelling up underneath. Tsuzuki’s hips snap up at that, roll, and a tiny low sound flies out between his lips. He grinds up against Hisoka and Hisoka’s breath catches, seizes; warmth spikes through his groin and he trails his nails down Tsuzuki’s arm, traces the veins, claws the crook of his elbow. His—desire—shivers up Hisoka’s fingertips, thrums in his blood.

If Hisoka digs in deeper, presses hard enough to bruise…

The sound that comes out of Tsuzuki’s mouth—it’s almost too high to be human, high and needy and vulnerable, but it’s Tsuzuki and it’s Tsuzuki wanting this and it’s his want mingling with Hisoka’s and that makes everything all right, or all right enough. Tsuzuki’s skin reddens, purples, fades back to white.

“I’m fine,” Tsuzuki murmurs, smiling. “I’m made for this.”

Hisoka can’t say anything to that, except maybe you idiot, so he doesn’t. He scrapes his teeth along Tsuzuki’s collarbone instead, sucks hard and tastes salt, sweat, need. His thumbs on the sides of Tsuzuki’s neck, Tsuzuki pushing into his touch as much as he dares.

“You can move,” Hisoka says. “If you need to.”

Tsuzuki’s nod is slight. He strains against the ropes when Hisoka bites his hipbone, drives his knuckles into Tsuzuki’s side; his emotions push back even harder, yes and it’s fine and like that and want—want is a thin high note trembling over all of them. Hisoka doesn’t understand it, not quite, but he feels it. His breath dies somewhere deep in his chest, and Tsuzuki moans.

The marks swell and disappear.

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* Tokyo Babylon - X/1999, Seishirou/Subaru, in front of a mirror -- "Creases"
[info]mithrigil
2008-06-12 02:20 pm UTC (link)
Creases
tokyo babylon / x/1999

Mithrigil Galtirglin

1999.10.27
23:59


He bought the full-length mirror at Isetan years ago, he’s forgotten how many. Of all the things Subaru never thought he’d see in it, Seishirou was at the top of the list.

Imitations of him, yes—ghosts, Subaru thought once, vestiges, the elements of the man that he accrued into himself. Those he knew, those he expected—those, he put there, he changed himself and fate filled in the rest and chiseled him into the shape of his enemy—not opposite, reflection.

But things he never thought he’d see—the man himself, on Subaru’s side of this mirror, and his reflection’s reflection, overwhelming his own. Broad and strong where Subaru isn’t, white where Subaru’s black—real where Subaru is illusion and illusion where Subaru still pretends he’s alive—his dead eye proud and unbandaged where Subaru’s is hibernating and healing in a parody of shame, not for the loss itself but for the manner of it—but the hand that’s sliding up his throat and his mirror image’s are both close enough for him to touch. Or maybe that’s just the lack of depth perception.

His heart’s not the inverse of Subaru’s, no matter what he said all those years ago.

They overlap their reflections—Subaru’s hands press to the cold absence of his own, palm smearing and spreading but touching nothing. He stares paralyzed as Seishirou’s hands push in, as he leans over Subaru’s shoulder to stifle the glow of Subaru’s scars with his mouth, his chin. The reflection’s eye is open, smirking, sharp over the matte of Subaru’s sweater, and Subaru watches his own acknowledge this, watches the veins in his neck shiver and raise.

Seishirou doesn’t have to tell him to keep his eye open. The command thickens the air around them, like the beginning of the end.

So it’s with his eye on himself, on them, on inversion that Subaru reaches over his shoulder and loosens Seishirou’s tie, uproots the collar and fumbles at the button. Seishirou laughs against the back of Subaru’s hand, into the pentagram—the shiver that pelts through him is so pronounced, with his body framed in black. Subaru grabs the cloth, the damp skin under it, runs his knuckles up the bulge in Seishirou’s throat and wonders if he can make the reflection shift and shiver just like him. It doesn’t. But he watches and he tries. He sees Seishirou’s knuckles tighten, on Subaru’s reflection’s neck and waist—he feels it backward, distant and dizzy and out of his skin.

Even the clock has a reflection but he doesn’t follow that, doesn’t know how much time passes like this, parting layers and stepping out of colors, out of blacks and whites. When he braces himself on the mirror with his elbow, Seishirou’s chin curled in the hollow of his throat, their skin blends together and swallows the shadows and creases, flushed the same red. The hands on his flesh are and aren’t his own, touching the way he is and isn’t telling them to, doing everything he does and doesn’t want. Only the white bandages over his eye and the flaring scars on his hands define him—and even those mark him as something not himself.

His reflection’s half-face contorts with pain when Seishirou frames him, spreads him, pushes in. The bandages darken with sweat, his own, Seishirou’s smearing from flushed fingertips. They slide into Subaru’s mouth, knuckle-deep—it looks awkward, indulgent, when the rough of his tongue slips through them and if Subaru startles it’s lost in the wash of agony, of finally knowing the distance between them.

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Supernatural, Sam/Dean, little brother blues
[info]snipervalentine
2008-06-12 02:38 pm UTC (link)
WARNING: Spoiler for Episode 3.16 (season 3 finale).
A/N: This was actually written a few hours before the season 3 finale aired. I'm not very prolific in the fandom so it didn't get much airplay, and since it fits this prompt...here you go. :-)

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Sam tips the half-empty bottle back before he even has the door shut, drains it another quarter. His liver's gotten a good workout these past two months, and by now he barely notices the vile, sour kick the cheap whiskey tries to dole out. Doesn't matter anyway, so long as it helps him sleep.

He tosses the Impala keys to the bedside table, misses, doesn't react at all when they jangle and clank to the floor. Doesn't matter anyway, they'll still be there come morning.

Sam's dirty-nailed fingers rake back through greasy hair, and Sam considers getting a shower. But that would require fighting his way out of tightly laced boots, getting completely undressed and walking clear across the ratty carpet to the grungy bathroom. He stinks like grave dirt, like cheap whiskey, stale sweat, like death and bone-smoke. Doesn't matter anyway, no one here to complain that he reeks.

He flops on the bed, kills the rotgut whiskey, tosses the empty to the floor where it clatters against his keys.

Dean's keys, Sam thinks. Dean's car. Dean's Sam. Shit.

Sam's fingers unbuckle his belt, pop open the snap at the top of his fly, yank down his zipper, haul out his dick. His eyelids close, jaw clenches tight, eyes sting, teeth clamping down on the inside of his cheek. Sweet copper syrup, much better than bourbon. Reminds him of that one time...

Doesn't matter anyway. Dean's gone and this all Sam's got left. Same cheap motels, same shit wreaking havoc on the world, same car, same keys. Same Sam, and that's the real bitch. Be a lot easier if all that crap had come true, scary evil Sam going full-on Dark Side and stirring shit up. Hunting people, saving things, the new family business. Hasn't turned out that way.

Fuck.

Wet salt tracks down his face. Sam's hand flies over his dick, hard and fast, reminds him of Dean. Everything does, twenty-four-seven, can't get away from any of it. Every cup of bad coffee, every seedy motel, every fucking thing he stares down and dispatches. He's become a good hunter, the best, that's for goddamn sure. Somebody once said the most dangerous man is the one who's got nothing left to lose. Mom. Jess. Dad. Dean. Fuck yeah, that qualifies. Sam fears nothing now except waking up in the morning.

Sam grunts, strangles out a moan, coats his hand with a hot spill of come, licks it off, compares it to Dean's. No contest, just like the blood versus whiskey. Doesn't matter anyway, Sam knows. Knows he'll see Dean again. Knows the motel owner hadn't done a goddamn thing to deserve rotting under a bed in one of his own fucking rooms. Sam knows that's his own sure-fire ticket to a partial family reunion.

When the sun comes up, Sam'll sling those long, lanky legs over the side of the bed. One tightly laced boot will kick a stiff, blackening hand farther under the bed so it's not so obvious when the maid shows. Doesn't matter anyway. Dean's car and Dean's Sam will be long gone, no witnesses, and the police'll be hard-pressed to figure out who the fuck Jim Rockford is.

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Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku, do it yourself
[info]eider
2008-06-12 03:07 pm UTC (link)
"Hey, Sanzo. Sanzo?" Goku says. It seems like the fiftieth time. He's swinging his feet over the edge of the hotel bed, too short to touch the floor. "Sanzo~, d'you maybe wanna--"

"Say my name again and I'll put another hole in your head," Sanzo says, not looking up from his newspaper. Goku's eyes shine; it's the least violent threat thus far. "If you're that desperate, monkey, do it yourself."

By now, he ought to know better than to give Goku ideas.

He's so used to ignoring the monkey's constant chatter that it takes him two minutes to register that Goku's not actually /speaking/. It's another minute to recognize the noise for what it /is/, and another thirty seconds to admit he hasn't actually been reading the newsprint in front of him for the past three and a half minutes.

Sanzo lowers the newspaper, just an inch, looks at the bed over the rims of his glasses.

Goku's sitting against the wall, bare toes curling into the blankets on the unmade bed. He's still got his clothes on, but he's shoved his hands--both hands!--into his sloppily unlaced pants. It's one of the few times Goku's not smiling; he smiles when he's eating, or sleeping, and especially when he's fighting. But he's intent, now, mouth half-open and /humming/, a low hungry kind of noise in the back of his throat. Too quickly, now, his breath unravels with his self-control, and the hum becomes a name: hitching, repeating, cresting and breaking. "San--zo--"

Sanzo mouth goes bitter; he's bitten through his cigarette. (Idiot. Told him not to say my name again.) But he doesn't move, doesn't raise the newspaper again, doesn't look away, until Goku's done and smiling his usual smile again.

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Supernatural, Sam/Dean, zombie apocalypse -- "Mary Sue"
[info]snipervalentine
2008-06-12 03:53 pm UTC (link)
Warning: Total crack. This prompt made my freakin' day.
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"Jesus, Dean! How many of them are there?" Sam wipes the breath-fog off the inside of the Impala's windshield. "Hey, a little lower, okay. Mnn, that's good..."

"Don't know, Sammy." Dean shifts and gets more comfortable before he deep-throats his brother again. "Forty, fifty maybe. How the fuck should I know, I'm kinda busy in case you haven't noticed."

Sam moans and his belly tightens up. He's getting close. "Where...where do you think they all came from?" The hoard of zombies is getting closer, encroaching on the car as they stumble and lurch cross the old St. Louis graveyard.

Dean rolls his eyes and takes another lick of Sam's dick. "You see anybody that's still actually living out there?"

Sam makes a bigger clear spot on the window with the heel of his hand. "Yeah," he says with a sharp little moan, "I think so. Ooh..."

Dean swipes his tongue over the head of Sam's dick and smiles when his brother squirms. "Is it a chick?"

Sam's long lashes flutter and his eyes cross. He blinks hard and shakes his head in an effort to clear out the cobwebs. "Looks like it, yeah."

Dean swirls his tongue down the length of Sam's erection. "Does she have long, luxurious, curly, black hair reminiscent of her Mexican ancestry, cascading about her strong, scarred shoulders? Pale, porcelain, china-white Germanic skin? And large, luminous, soulful brown eyes? And a Browning Hi-Power nine-millimeter pistol tucked in a shoulder-holster that's strapped near a firm, ample breast, expertly concealed by her casual clothing? And is there a real pretty guy with long, lush, silky black hair standing next to her, with gleaming white fangs, an elegantly frilly shirt, who's decidedly gay-looking and most likely French and is staring at her, adoringly, so adoringly, with lust in his midnight blue eyes? And does she look really, really horny?"

Sam's dick twitches but he manages a nods, one eyebrow arching up. "How the hell did you know all that? Oh god, Dean, I''m gonna mnnnhhh god!"

Dean takes his brother's cock down his throat again, sucks good and hard until Sam unloads, thick and wet and warm on his tongue. He swirls Sam's come around in his mouth, savors the taste before swallowing. "Fuckin' Anita Blake. God, I hate that bitch."

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Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, waltz
[info]eider
2008-06-12 04:10 pm UTC (link)
"A-ha!" my companion expostulated, springing to his feet and narrowly avoiding a collision with Inspector Lestrade, who had just come into the Brigadier General's house. Holmes did not seem to notice; his dark eyes held that familiar triumphant gleam which meant that he was close upon the scent of some discovery.

For my part, I failed to see what was so enlightening about the stretch of carpet, and didn't mind to say so.

"Oh, come come. To you, Watson, this may be just a fancy bit of rug, though perhaps a rather fine Oriental specimen at that. But to the observant eye, it tells a most elegant story! Look here. If you will pardon me, Inspector?" With these words, he knelt down at Lestrade's feet, his nose nearly pressed to the thick weave of the rug. "It is the footprints, of course. You see the imprints of the soles have left their undeniable marks. Here, the lady's shoe, and a fine expensive one, if I may judge from the shape of the toe. See how very small her foot?"

"It must be the Contessa," said Lestrade, nodding. "She's a tiny one, no doubt about it."

"Yes. And here, the man's. A clear-cut gentleman; just look at the depth of that tread. Only an aristocrat might carry himself with such deportment."

Holmes stood again, placing his feet upon the man's footmarks and grinning. "But! What gentleman walks from one end of his drawing room to the other--like /this/?" He followed the prints, moving with a curious spinning gait to the other end of the room.

"They were dancing!" I cried.

"Yes, my dear Watson. And not only that." I was standing against the wall where the footsteps began, and two long strides brought Holmes to my side. "If you will permit me?" Without waiting for my reply, he laid one long hand upon my waist--as though I were the diminutive Contessa. With a flourish, he assumed the role of the Brigadier General, and led me through the precise dance maneuvers that were echoed so quietly upon the carpet. He laughed as we danced, quite caught up in his own deduction. I may be reckoned light on my feet, but it seemed to me the whole room was set to spinning.

Turning round and round, he exclaimed over his shoulder at Lestrade, "So you see it was clearly a /waltz/, Inspector."

Lestrade's expression had changed from one of dubiousness to one of utmost respect. "A waltz! Well that does it. I declare, Mr. Holmes. I think you may just be on to something."

We came to the end of the carpet, and Holmes released my hand but did not step away. Something tempered the usual fires of satisfaction in his smile, upon a mystery solved. "On to something, indeed. I hope you will forgive my terpsichorean foolishness, Watson?"

Breathlessly I assured him that it was of no consequence, and that if I was laboring a bit, it was certainly just that I lacked practice for such vigorous dancing. He lingered by my side a moment longer, and then it was up to the sitting room to confirm his hypothesis.

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The Chronicles of Narnia, Susan/Caspian, Lie back and think of England
[info]loveslashangst
2008-06-12 04:35 pm UTC (link)
Okay. Let's try this again, shall we?

"Doing One's Duty"

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Vorkosigan Saga, Ivan/By, undercover
[info]branchandroot
2008-06-12 05:40 pm UTC (link)
Population Adjustments

"Ivan," By murmured in his ear, intimately. "If you don't do this, it's quite possible we'll both die. There's motivation for you, yes?"

"Have you considered I might prefer dying?" Ivan gritted through a toothy smile.

"Why Ivan, you wound me!" By cooed.

Ivan took a deep breath and reminded himself, again, that he wasn't supposed to haul off and punch his assigned partner. "I'm in Ops," he hissed, plaintively. "How did I get assigned with you, again?"

"Ah, you're not yourself this evening," By told him with a soulful look, loud enough for the bathhouse patrons lingering in the foyer to hear. And then, very softly, "And if you don't give me a handjob right now and prove it, we'll be dead and have failed the assignment. So put your hand between my legs; it's not hard. At least," he added with a wicked grin, "not yet."

Ivan tried not to hyperventilate. Orders, he reminded himself. Duty. Not that he had the fetish for that that his shortest cousin did, but still.

Right.

He put his hand rather gingerly on the crotch of By's tightly cut trousers and nearly jumped out of his skin when By tossed his head back and moaned, hips pushing into his hand.

"Don't flinch," By ordered though still lips. "And try to look less appalled."

Ivan rubbed gingerly, trying not to show his squeamishness.

"Better." By twined himself artistically close to Ivan and breathed in his ear. "Now undo my pants. I can manage most of this myself, but you have to do some work." Ivan took in a quick breath as teeth nipped at his ear. "Just pretend I'm a woman, yes?"

"That's a little difficult right now," Ivan growled back, shoving his hand inside By's pants.

"Mmm, much better. On second thought, keep thinking whatever you're thinking."

Ivan was positive he was turning red at that purr, but maybe that would just be in character. He stroked By roughly, trying very hard not to think about what he was doing, and especially not to notice the way By moaned and rubbed against him, a lean, languid flex of wantonness.

And he really wasn't noticing By's tongue in his ear, wet and hot and soft. Not at all. End of story.

Oh God, he was taking three showers when he got home.

He froze, eyes widening as By drew taut against him, hips jerking, and something warm and wet covered his hand; he knew that texture. "I thought you said you would be acting!" he choked.

"I said I could manage most of it." By's smile was downright feline under languid eyes. "Mm, good. Maigny has stopped watching. Congratulations on being convincing enough."

Ivan bit back any answer and just scrubbed his hand surreptitiously with his handkerchief.

"You're pretty good at that, by the way." By's dark eyes laughed at him.

Three showers and a really big bottle of vodka, Ivan promised himself though the horrified haze descending over his thoughts as By tugged him back toward the baths proper.

He was going to kill Miles for suggesting this.

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Re: Vorkosigan Saga, Ivan/By, undercover - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-15 08:44 pm UTC
xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush
[info]branchandroot
2008-06-12 05:45 pm UTC (link)
The Wave That Turns the Tide

Kimihiro glared at Shizuka fiercely. "You are NOT coming with me this time! Absolutely, positively, most certainly NO--"

His lecture cut off with a startled sound as Shizuka's mouth covered his, hushing him gently. Shizuka didn't let him go until he was breathless and leaning against Shizuka for support.

"Then I'll follow after you."

"Shizuka...!"

Shizuka's mouth quirked faintly. "What? I'm not quiet enough for you already?"

Kimihiro glared some more, but his lips twitched reluctantly at the old joke.

Shizuka gathered Kimihiro closer. "I will be with you, one way or another," he murmured against Kimihiro's hair. "I'm here to protect you."

Perfectly familiar with Shizuka's world-bending stubbornness, Kimihiro pressed his forehead against Shizuka's shoulder. "Promise you won't let yourself get hurt," he demanded.

"I promise." Shizuka tipped Kimihiro's chin up and kissed him again, softly.

"Liar," Kimihiro whispered into his mouth.

"Never to you."

Kimihiro knew that was true. He let Shizuka lay him back against the smooth, sun-warmed boards of the enagawa and fold his yukata open, and reached up to pull Shizuka down against him. Shizuka's hands on him were strong and slow, stroking over Kimihiro's body until he arched up against Shizuka, panting and flushed.

"Shizuka!"

"Yes," Shizuka whispered to him, "I'll be peace for you."

Kimihiro caught his breath slowly in Shizuka's arms, making soft, contented sounds as one strong hand rubbed his back. As the shadows lengthened, though, he sighed and sat up. Shizuka helped him straighten his clothing and cupped a hand around Kimihiro's cheek.

"Ready?"

"Of course." Kimihiro smiled up at him, rueful. "You'll be with me."

End

A/N: Shizuka means "quiet" or "peace".

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Re: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush - [info]annotated_em, 2008-06-12 06:18 pm UTC
Re: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 06:48 pm UTC
Re: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush - [info]dorrie6, 2008-06-12 09:22 pm UTC
Re: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 09:26 pm UTC
Re: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush - [info]darlingfox, 2008-06-13 06:39 am UTC
Re: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-13 04:18 pm UTC
Re: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush - [info]jennaria, 2008-06-15 12:41 am UTC
Re: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, hush - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-15 03:31 am UTC
Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage
[info]branchandroot
2008-06-12 05:49 pm UTC (link)
Softer than Velvet

Watari moaned as shadows pulled his legs wider apart, coiling around them to hold them there. "Tatsumi..."

"Yes?" Long fingers ran up his inner thighs, gentle and cool and unspeakably teasing, stroking just behind his balls.

Watari squirmed against the shadows, which of course did no good whatsoever. His hands stayed stretched over his head and his legs stayed lifted and spread while Tatsumi ran a slow fingertip over his ass and between his cheeks. Husky, Watari murmured, "Will you please just fuck me already?"

The low light glinted off Tatsumi's glasses as he raised his head and smiled at Watari, slow and pleased. "No."

Watari whined faintly and shivered as Tatsumi fondled his entrance. "Why not?" His tone turned wheedling. "It was just one little potion, and it wore off in three hours!"

"Oh, it's not that." Tatsumi leaned down and closed his teeth on the inside of Watari's thigh, making him buck with the rush of heat. "I just enjoy watching you like this."

Watari's breath came shorter and his eyes widened. "Oh."

The assurance that there was no simple way out made the whole thing hotter and Watari moaned openly, pulling helplessly against his bonds as Tatsumi caressed his skin, taking his time. The shadows slipped aside, making way for their master's hands but never loosening, and Watari was panting harshly for breath by the time Tatsumi leaned down and kissed him.

"Mm. Now."

Watari cried out as Tatsumi's cock pushed into him, slick and hard, stretching him fiercely. After the slow handling that ferocity was a wild relief and he couldn't stop the cries vibrating in his throat as Tatsumi fucked him, shadows lifting him higher, spreading him wider. He came without Tatsumi ever touching his cock, nearly screaming with the intensity of sensation as it rushed through him and wrung out every nerve. It seemed to go on for a long time, and, even after, the clasp of the shadows holding him open and Tatsumi's long, rough thrusts as he finished sent tiny aftershocks of heat up his spine.

When Tatsumi finally let him go, easing him gently back down to the bed, Watari grinned up at him.

"Can we do that again some time?"

Tatsumi's smile this time was smug. "Indeed."

End

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Re: Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-12 06:09 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 06:47 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-12 07:25 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage - [info]annotated_em, 2008-06-12 06:20 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 06:47 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage - [info]chichirinoda, 2008-06-15 08:07 pm UTC
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Re: Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage - (Anonymous), 2008-06-17 03:14 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Watari, shadow-bondage - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-17 05:06 pm UTC
Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious
[info]branchandroot
2008-06-12 05:55 pm UTC (link)
Moving Down the Streams of My Lifetime

"You really don't have to worry about Hisoka," Tsuzuki assured Sohryu, tagging anxiously after the dragon back to his rooms.

"He's ill omened," Sohryu snapped, glaring straight ahead. When was Tsuzuki going to start learning how to be careful?

"I'm sure it wasn't him," Tsuzuki persisted, following through the fountain room.

Never was clearly the answer to Sohryu's question, and he sighed. Neither of his children had given him a quarter as much trouble as his master. He rounded on Tsuzuki, hems flaring out with the speed of his movement, and caught the man's shoulders. "Have better care for yourself," he scolded. "This world is not as well protected as it once was."

Tsuzuki stood still and trusting between his hands, smiling. "But you're still here."

Sohryu fought not to slump in defeat. Had he done his job too well? Was that why his master wandered around in this mooncalf innocence?

But he could hardly do less. Not for Tsuzuki.

A hand touched his chest and he looked up to find Tsuzuki smiling more softly. "It will be all right. Believe me."

Sohryu looked aside. "All right," he muttered, finally.

Tsuzuki made a happy sound and promptly hugged him.

Sohryu snorted and crooked his fingers at the door to bid the lock turn. He should never have let Tsuzuki get the idea that it was all right to be so familiar with him, even in private. And, to be honest, he knew that one bark of reprimand would make his master back away, conciliatory.

But then Tsuzuki would look at him with sad eyes.

He was a fool, Sohryu decided as he swept Tsuzuki up, folding his master in strong arms and soft layers of cloth, safe the way he always should be. He settled Tsuzuki against the cushions of his bed and wrapped himself around him, hair slipping down to shield Tsuzuki from everything outside.

"You've been sleeping poorly," he stated, fingers tracing the faint shadows under Tsuzuki's eyes.

"I can't stop thinking about some of our recent cases," Tsuzuki admitted, mouth tightening.

"Hm." There were several ways to deal with that, but it would take some time to produce enough sweets to do it. In the meantime, Sohryu supposed he could use the other way all the shikigami shared. He set his fingers under Tsuzuki's chin and lifted it, kissing Tsuzuki firmly. Tsuzuki gasped, hands tightening on Sohryu's sleeves for a moment before relaxing. His lips parted and he made a soft sound as Sohryu's tongue swept into his mouth.

Sohryu undressed Tsuzuki swiftly and undid his own sashes, shedding the layers of his robes with a shrug the better to wind around Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki was pliant for him, skin flushed and eyes hazy, and Sohryu thought that Tsuzuki wanted the peace of exhaustion as much as Sohryu wanted to secure him that peace.

He slid into Tsuzuki on long, slow thrusts and Tsuzuki made breathless little moans each time, legs straining wider until Sohryu's hands kneaded down them gently. "Relax," he told his master. "You say I'll take care of things. So let me."

Tsuzuki's smile was sweet and fragile and Sohryu gathered him up, kissing him with passion and concentration until he cried out.

When Tsuzuki finally stilled in his arms Sohryu stroked back his damp hair and brushed a kiss over his forehead. "Sleep," he whispered, weaving his power into the command, and felt Tsuzuki catch hold of the magic, climbing down it into rest. He sighed with a shade of relief; that only ever worked when Tsuzuki let it, and he could be so foolishly stubborn sometimes.

He watched Tsuzuki sleep, stroking his forehead to smooth the lines away, tender here as he could not afford to be outside the doors. Whatever it took to protect Tsuzuki, he would do it. He'd known that from the first.

Whatever it took.

End

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Re: Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-12 06:19 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 06:45 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-12 07:44 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious - [info]annotated_em, 2008-06-12 06:25 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 06:46 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-12 07:40 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 07:57 pm UTC
Re: Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Tsuzuki, protecting what's most precious - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-12 08:03 pm UTC
xxxHolic, Watanuki/Haruka (and Watanuki/Doumeki), the best part is how he's nothing like Doumeki
(Anonymous)
2008-06-12 06:15 pm UTC (link)
The differences between the two weren't that monumental. In fact, if a random stranger were to walk by, they would see no difference. Only someone who knew them well could tell them apart. And, while most people would marvel at how alike they were, Watanuki spent his days counting the differences.

It never looked right when Doumeki smiled. There was just something about that boy that made smiles seem foreign and forced. The most he could manage was a slight smirk, and even that made Watanuki wonder if something else was up (even though it was usually nothing more than Watanuki's imagination). Haruka, however, smiled all the time, and Watanuki never questioned it. Haruka's smiles never had that weird feeling that Douemki's did. And, even though Haruka usually had something more hidden behind those smiles, Watanuki never suspected a thing.

Doumeki was a protector. Even though Watanuki often yelled at the boy, he also knew that he would always be safe around him. Doumeki would gladly use his body to shield Watanuki from danger. In fact, he had already done so. No matter what danger was thrown at him, Watanuki was sure that Doumeki would be there to get him out of trouble. Haruka, on the other hand, was a nurturer. He was the one Watanuki went to when he needed advice, or if he just wanted someone to be there.

When it came to words, Doumeki always knew just what to say to piss Watanuki off. Often all it took was as few as three words at just the right time to send Watanuki off on a tirade. And then Doumeki had the gall to plug his ears to shut out the noise of Watanuki's ranting. But with Haruka, Watanuki never found himself getting angry. Haruka spoke the truth, but it was never upsetting. In fact, it was usually the opposite: Watanuki usually felt better after talking to Haruka.

The biggest difference, though, was in how they loved him.

With Doumeki it always started out with a fight. Either Watanuki was already angry, or Doumeki said something to make him angry. And then, in the middle of his ranting, Watanuki would find himself quickly interrupted by a kiss from Doumeki. That one kiss would quickly grow to many short but forceful kisses as they fumbled around with their clothes. Then Doumeki would taunt Watanuki, giving him gentle touches that just made him want the other boy even more. It was never enough, and Watanuki would be practically begging for it before Doumeki gave him anything. From there it was quick, rough, and mind-blowing: once Doumeki got going, he didn't stop for anything. These nighttime activities would often leave Watanuki sore for a day or two afterwards, and he would have to wear high-collar shirts to cover the marks on his neck. Loving Doumeki was very quick and rough, but it was passionate.

With Haruka, though, it was the exact opposite. There was no yelling or flailing: instead it would start with kind words. Haruka would say something that surprised Watanuki, or even something that made the much younger boy blush. Then, with that smile playing at his lips, Haruka would lean in and give Watanuki a soft kiss. This one kiss would continue for some time, and they would part only to take a breath. There was no struggle to get naked as quick as possible, either. Haruka would slowly and carefully undress Watanuki before gently guiding him to lay down. Haruka would run his hands over Watanuki's body, eliciting all sorts of shivers and lovely sounds from the boy, but he never drew it out to the point where Watanuki was so needy that he had to beg. Haruka was very responsive, and he took care of every little thing Watanuki needed. And when they finally reached the end, Haruka always held off and let Watanuki release first; seeing the younger boy arch up off the bed slightly in pure ecstasy was intoxicating to the older man. Loving Haruka was slow and sensual, but it was mind-blowing.

Some people said they wanted to be with twins because being with two people who were exactly alike was exciting. Watanuki never understood that. Doumeki was nothing like Haruka, and Haruka was nothing like Doumeki. They looked identical, but their personalities couldn't be any different. And that, Watanuki decided, was the best part of it all.

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XKCD, stickman/girl, ways to turn the most innocuous of code into something dirty
[info]hooloovoo_too
2008-06-12 06:24 pm UTC (link)
Be patient, I haven't gotten to the part with the fuzzy handcuffs yet.

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* X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - fetishizing old wounds -- "Compound Fracture"
[info]mithrigil
2008-06-12 06:33 pm UTC (link)
Compound Fracture
tokyo babylon

Mithrigil Galtirglin

1995.11.09
19:07


“Do try to stay conscious, Subaru-kun,” he purrs against Subaru’s inner thigh. “It’ll last longer if you stay conscious.”

Subaru clenches the subway rail in one hand and the nearest fire extinguisher handle in the other. In the back of his mind, glass shatters and there’s a murderer in the next car forward.

All the chatter of the commute—it’s gone. Illusion. The train whips around a curve and he feels it but sees no change in the shadows, just the cloying petal-pink dankness of obvious maboroshi. His chest pounds around the scar from a punctured lung.

The dangling steel handholds waver—their reflections glimmer in Seishirou’s glasses. He’s smirking, neck craned up from where he’s kneeling, his coat’s fanned out like a trail of ink and how does he make kneeling look so aggressive? How does he—

—digs his nails into the crook of Subaru’s elbow and there goes the fracture, aah— “Careful, careful,” Seishirou chides, words wet at the inseam of Subaru’s slacks. “You can’t hear them, but they can surely hear you.”

Panic chills the sweat under Subaru’s palms.

And that’s—that’s true, he can’t hear, knows the train is railing forward but the tracks don’t rattle, the only sounds in the world are Seishirou’s low, nasal half-breath-half-laughter and the blood-swollen groan trapped in Subaru’s throat. Seishirou’s nails thrust into the crook of Subaru’s arm again and again and Subaru compounds it, biting his own tongue.

The traincar tilts—Subaru loses his footing—Seishirou presses into him, closer, with teeth. The moan won’t stay down, it swells out of Subaru’s throat like a bruise, and Seishirou’s hand shoots up to his neck and shoves it right back in.

(If he falls, will he land in the killer’s reserved seat?)

Seishirou’s hand is jammed just into the cusp of Subaru’s neck and chin—dry, somehow, dry and hard, or is that just projection? The crook between his forefinger and thumb is pushing Subaru up, threatening to break something else, snap or tear or suffocate and the fly of his jeans, it’s too thick, he wants to feel not just the pressure but the bite—holds on—holds back—shattering glass, ringing like the mirror and the water of a spell—

—his arm’s not in its socket anymore—

—transfer available to Chuuou Main, Chuuoo Rapid, Chuuou-Soubu, Shounan-Shinjuku—

Subaru’s knee is the first part of him to hit the floor—after that, his chin—his right arm, the—the—it next, with pain enough to make him scream—

—Seibu, Tokyo Metro, and Toei service is also accessible.


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Re: * X/1999 - Seishirou/Subaru - fetishizing old wounds -- "Compound Fracture" - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-12 07:03 pm UTC
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Crossover: Batman Begins/Equilibrium - Preston/Ducard, sensory overload, self-denial, release, etc.
(Anonymous)
2008-06-12 07:30 pm UTC (link)
Crossover: Batman Begins/Equilibrium, Preston/Ducard: sensory overload, self denial, release, Ducard helps Preston overcome his fear of climaxing –

A/N: I've never played here before, but the prompt was irresistable - hope the log in and formatting are right - BTW, I am "ennorwen" over at livejournal.
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“Believe it,” says Ducard from behind, edges of his beard tickling at Preston’s neck, breath hot at his ear, “It is the same place you go when you do the katas.”

Preston inhales, smells the mingled scent of their sweat after the bout of hand-to-hand with Ducard. Smells the musk and the pungency of Ducard’s arousal at his back.

“Go there now, John.”

The directive, the depth of the voice, resonates down through his neck and spreads directly to his groin.

He feels the arm snake around his waist, the skin of his loins prickle under the practiced fingers of Ducard’s right hand. Feels the hand move lower, untwisting the towel around his waist, letting it drop. Feels. He hates it that he asked Ducard to deny him his interval, wishes that he felt the prick of the needle at his neck, wishes now that he could not feel. Feel this.

Preston shivers involuntarily, and is aware of himself hardening as the fingers draw nearer. He seeks that place, hovering perilously between full self awareness and denial. He shudders as Ducard’s left hand braces itself on his hip, pulling him backward.

“No,” he answers, breath coming quicker, arms flexing themselves, ready to move, break free.

Ducard’s left hand tightens around his hip as he encircles Preston’s shaft with a large hand, touching the head with a finger, feeling the drops of Preston’s arousal at the tip

“It is as you sought, John. It is part of what I have to teach you.”

Preston closes his eyes and his mouth opens, breath coming quicker as the hand travels the distance from the base to the tip, back and forth, a rhythm. A rhythm that Preston recognizes, vaguely remembers. Fights.

“I can’t,” he gasps, but the hand tightens, moves faster, twists at the tip.

“No,” he breaths, body shaking, stomach convulsing with the effort to suppress the building crescendo at the base of his spine.

“You’re there, John,” says Ducard. He feels Preston’s balls swell, draw up. Feels Preston’s cock pulse under his fingers.

“Come, John.”

Preston can’t stop it, the voice compelling, his master demanding it, the coils releasing and shooting through his belly. He comes with a loud keen, rupturing within, bright white spasming through his body and erupting from his cock, so much more than mere ejaculate exiting his body.

Ducard brings his hand to Preston’s mouth, brushing his fingers over the lips, painting them, pushing through the pillowy flesh.

“Now, taste,” he says.

Preston moans as his lips part, and his body begins to shake, at first a small quivering and then uncontrollably. Preston feels his knees buckle, but Ducard’s strength holds him.

Preston turns into Ducard’s chest and feels the muscular arms take him, cradling him tightly within his embrace.

“Believe it,” he hears, the whisp of breath at his ear.

Finally, the tears fall.

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Re: Crossover: Batman Begins/Equilibrium - Preston/Ducard, sensory overload, self-denial, release, e - [info]brushed_velvet, 2008-06-12 10:38 pm UTC
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Supernatural, Dean à Metallicar, reunited -- "Humpty Dumpty"
[info]snipervalentine
2008-06-12 08:10 pm UTC (link)
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"Humpty Dumpty"


Dean's fingers trail lightly over the dashboard. He looks at his fingers like a white-glove tester. Not a single speck there this time. That ArmorAll shit works great. He rubs the dash again, feels the fine bumps in the surface with the pads of his fingers. His other hand is also busy, jammed down inside the front of his 501 blues. He's tempted for a second to unzip, but it just feels too damn good like this, his hand wedged tight in his jeans. Squeezing his dick. Groping his balls. Teasing his hole until things get too snug for him to reach that far back in his pants.

He's real glad to have the car back. He'd missed her a lot. Now that she's all put back together again—all the king's horses, all the king's men—Dean thinks it's only right to give her a proper welcome home. His fingers are wet, the ones in his jeans. The others are dust-free and dry. He runs them along the curve of her steering wheel, dirty fingernails digging into the new leather wrap.

"That's my girl," Dean coos to her. Heat rises to his cheeks. His lips are dry. His dick is begging for relief. But he's not done welcoming her home. Close, real close, but not yet.

Dean shifts his ass on the new bench seat. He grins at the thought that they'll have to christen it as soon as they get the chance. Him and Sam. A lot of good memories got tossed out with the old interior in the form of questionable stains.

Dean's breath stutters in his chest. His legs sprawl wider, right knee bumping the console hump, left knee bumping the door. He smells like coolant, motor oil, sweat, and that goes right to his dick. "Yeah, baby," Dean says, tongue dragging his bottom lip, "fixed you up real nice, girl, didn't I? New headers." Dean fondles his balls. "New plugs." His hand moves quicker, squeezes harder around his dick. "New rims." Dean moans. "And I know you loved that lube job, baby." A dark blue spot spreads just below the waistband on the front of his jeans. "Oh, fuck yeah, baby girl."

Dean's neck goes limp, his head falling back to lie on the top of the backrest. He grips his cock harder, his index finger digging in just under the head at that little 'v' spot that feels so nice. The wet spot gets bigger, cock thicker, balls tighter, and Dean's gaze lands on the rear view. His own eyes don't gaze back. Dean's heart pounds wildly, his breaths sharp and thready as he comes hard in his pants and moans Sammy.

"Welcome back, baby."

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Re: Supernatural, Dean à Metallicar, reunited -- "Humpty Dumpty" - [info]my_sam_dean, 2008-06-13 01:35 am UTC
Re: Supernatural, Dean à Metallicar, reunited -- "Humpty Dumpty" - [info]chichirinoda, 2008-06-15 08:15 pm UTC
Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin
[info]eider
2008-06-12 08:58 pm UTC (link)
They were halfway through Poland, that first time.

It wasn't home, but for all that the mass was in a foreign tongue, she recognized it just the same. Amon didn't like it; he would never agree to attending service unless the congregation was quite large, and even then, they'd never been to the same church twice. When she knelt for the Eucharist, Amon stayed behind, brooding and quiet in their pew. Robin told herself that he just looked prayerful: head bowed, with the mottled color of the picture windows cast across his shoulders. She did not let herself think that he looked hunted.

She returned to her seat, what little space there was for her, pressing herself beside him, hip to hip. Amon shifted his weight to avoid the tiny old woman returning to sit at his other side; he slid closer still to Robin. It was hard to focus on the liturgy for the remainder of the service, but it wasn't only niggling guilt that made her sorry it ended so soon.

"I'd like to stay a little longer." She'd tried to learn Polish, really she had, but it didn't come naturally to her tongue. Her voice elicited a familiar glare; it was an old argument by now. But at least she was speaking Italian, and not Japanese.

Amon's sigh was noiseless; he spoke to his hands. "You know why we should not risk it."

"I know. But, Amon--just for a little while?"

He stood anyway, but before they'd gone three steps down the nave, they were jostled together in the departing crowd. She stumbled closer to him; she was always stumbling, always clumsy. The nearer they got, it seemed, the more awkward she became. But this time Amon was no steadier, fumbling for footing in the brisk stream of the faithful breaking around them. Before Robin could catch her breath they were holding on to one another, her arms around his middle beneath his long coat, her face pressed to his neck.

She tried to say, "Sorry," but she tripped through three languages to find the one that they were supposed to be speaking. It was Latin, not Italian, that she found first. Perhaps it was the shadows of the church around her.

When Amon said, "Forget it," his voice was--not his usual voice. Guarded and deep at the best of times, now he seemed to struggle with his silence. Robin was young but she wasn't foolish; she might have been surprised, but she still recognized the way his breath changed, the sound of his uncertainty. The way her touch kept him from finishing his sentence--her lips at the hollow of his throat making his heartbeat stutter.

People moved past them, beyond them; still they stood together with no excuse for their proximity. Her own pulse was clamorous in her ears; this was power like her fire, to capture and to hold him, to make him look at her so.

He spoke and she answered, all without words. This holiest of sacrifices, this gift and this trust, receiving and celebrating all at once. She was unerringly glad that she stood on sacred ground.

Robin said, "Amon"--or was it "Amen"?--and he tilted his head down, and kissed her.

Two dozen devotional candles leapt to life in their alcoves, each tiny flame lapping eagerly against the darkness.

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Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]branchandroot, 2008-06-12 09:43 pm UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]eider, 2008-06-17 12:56 am UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]white_aster, 2008-06-14 04:07 am UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]eider, 2008-06-17 12:57 am UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]jennaria, 2008-06-15 12:52 pm UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]eider, 2008-06-17 12:58 am UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]jennaria, 2008-06-17 01:31 am UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]threewalls, 2008-06-18 06:25 pm UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]eider, 2008-06-19 01:16 pm UTC
Re: Witch Hunter Robin, Amon/Robin, liturgical Latin - [info]raubkatze, 2008-09-13 06:03 pm UTC
X-Men comics, Wolverine/Gambit, card tricks; "Fold," part 1 of 2
[info]ribby
2008-06-12 09:06 pm UTC (link)
Fold (part 1 of 2)


Gambit couldn't believe it. He was playing poker, *strip* poker, with *Wolverine*... and he was losing. And every trick he'd tried had netted him a raised eyebrow, or an annoyed look--or worse. Admittedly, there hadn't been many--the *snikt* of claws after the third one sort of nipped that in the bud.

So he was losing. At cards. Badly. And about to lose even worse.

Logan still wore his jeans and tank top; Remy was down to his briefs. Which, given the truly spectacularly awful hand he had, were about to go, as well. Sighing, he tossed the cards in.

"I fold."

"You sure of that, Gumbo? Not like you have much left to forfeit."

Wordlessly, Remy flipped his cards upward. A seven of clubs, a three of spades, a two of hearts, and a queen and four of diamonds.

Logan grinned. "Yeah, okay, I see your point. One more hand?"

Remy skinned out of his briefs and spread his arms. "In case you hadn't noticed, mon ami, I don't have *anything* left to forfeit." He sat back on his knees... not the most comfortable position, but they were sitting on tatami mats on Logan's floor, and cross-legged would have been worse. Of course, neither pose left much to the imagination.

Especially now. Logan was watching him with a speculative gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his face... and Remy could feel that look over his whole body, some parts more than others. Remy snarled inwardly at his body--this was *not* the time, dammit. But as usual, it didn't listen. Remy had long ago stopped blushing... but feeling his prick fill and harden under Logan's gaze made him uncomfortably warm.

So he did what he did best--he bluffed. "One more hand--and all or nothing, neh? I win, you forfeit, you win, I do."

Logan nodded. "Fair enough," and shuffled and dealt the hand.

Remy picked up his cards and stifled a groan. He didn't think it was possible to have a worse hand than the last one, but yep, this was it. He picked his two worst (although that was tough, since they were all about equally bad) and tossed them in. Logan handed him two more... and his hand failed to improve. Mentally, Remy pounded his head against the nice heavy wood coffee table. Lady Luck, what've I done to you, huh? I thought you were on *my* side!. A deep breath, and he tossed down his hand.

"I fold, Logan, I got nothing."

That one word seemed to release Logan like a spring... he was up off his knees and had his (heavy!) hand on the back of Remy's neck within a blink. He pressed Remy forward, implacably but not painfully, until Remy's forehead met the floor... and Remy figured there was a reason, so he didn't fight, just relaxed into the posture. It wasn't that different from yoga, after all.

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Re: X-Men comics, Wolverine/Gambit, card tricks; "Fold," part 2 of 2 - [info]ribby, 2008-06-12 09:07 pm UTC
Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her
[info]bitterfig
2008-06-12 10:02 pm UTC (link)
It happened years before Wanda met Barbie or Thessaly or Hazel or Foxglove. Years before she heard of the Endless or the Dream King or any of the magic weirdness that got her killed.

It happened when Alvin was becoming Wanda. She went under for a round of facial reconstructive surgery and felt herself drifting beyond her own mind and body to another place. A place that felt like horny anticipation, like obsession, like wand and need wrapped so tight it was impossible to tell one from the other.

This place was also a person, a beautiful creature, a gorgeous androgynous something unidentifiable as either man or woman. A writhing Nagel print, a Duran Duran album cover brought to life.

“Hello Alvin,” the creature purred. “Hello Wanda.”

“Where am I?” Wanda asked. “Who are you?”

“I am Desire,” the creature said. “This is my realm.”

Desire kissed her, a kiss that made her feel like she’d had too much wine, that made her body tingle like she had never really been a live before.

“Your kind, the one’s who are neither and both, the one’s can feel me in so many different ways have always been very special to me,” Desire whispered. “Even sacred.”

“You’re so beautiful,” Wanda gasped. “You feel so good.”

“Of course I do.”

Desire’s hands danced over Wanda’s bare chest as if it were a musical instrument. With each strumming stroke, Wanda changed. Her chest was flat and hairy one moment, the next she had breasts. Not bags of silicon tucked under her skin but real, soft woman’s breasts warmed by blood from the inside out. Wanda caressed them rapturously, feeling the nipples harden in her fingers. The creature pressed against her. It had breasts as well that Wanda eagerly caressed rolling them against her own.

“Beautiful,” she sighed. “So beautiful...” Desire tossed back it’s head, baring it’s white throat for Wanda to kiss as it’s hands slid down Wanda’s stomach, between her legs touching her. Touching her hard cock, touching the sleek, eager folds of her labia. She was a man, she was a woman, Wanda, Alvin. She was no longer restrained by gender or by sex. She felt it all, male and female both, and something that went beyond male and female. Desire too was man and woman and something beyond. They were making love, they were fucking and it seemed like an ecstasy that would never end.

Then Wanda was herself again, in a hospital bed with bandages on her face and a nurse with a cross around her neck that didn’t come when Wanda rang the bell.

Wanda told herself it must have been a dream but it had been so much different than a dream.

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Re: Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her - [info]mithrigil, 2008-06-13 02:49 am UTC
Re: Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her - [info]bitterfig, 2008-06-13 01:14 pm UTC
Re: Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her - [info]veleda_k, 2008-06-13 06:49 am UTC
Re: Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her - [info]bitterfig, 2008-06-13 01:13 pm UTC
Re: Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her - [info]hooloovoo_too, 2008-06-13 03:40 pm UTC
Re: Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her - [info]bitterfig, 2008-06-14 12:39 pm UTC
Re: Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her - [info]briar_pipe, 2008-06-15 07:18 pm UTC
Re: Sandman, Desire/any (Wanda), gender is a construct that never did constrain her - [info]bitterfig, 2008-06-16 12:29 am UTC
Narnia, Susan/Lucy, I'll come back when you call me/No need to say goodbye
[info]mitsuhachi
2008-06-12 10:16 pm UTC (link)
Note: This is very much Movie!Susan. But I like her a lot better anyway, so :P.

The door creaked open, the light of a candle staining the inside of susan’s eyelids pink as she curled her hand around the kitchen-knife under her pillow—and how she regretted the loss of her arrows, sometimes, at night. Little footsteps padded towards her bed, paused, “Susan?” She let go of the night and sat up, pushing her long hair out of her face.

“Lucy? What are you doing up, sweetheart?” The candlelight made the little girl’s eyes shine like she’d been crying, or wanting too. She set the candle on Susan’s bedside table.

“Can I sit with you for a while? I don’t want to be alone.” Susan lifted the quilt on her bed, let Lucy crawl under with her. Lucy snuggled up next to her, burying damp cheeks in the hollow between Susan’s chin and shoulders. Susan sighed, and closed her eyes again. “I’m worried about Mr. Tumnas,” Lucy whispered finally. “We’re not even there—will he be ok? Who’s looking out for Narnia now?” Susan pushed the hair back from her forehead, stroking her head like their mother had used to. “We’re little again,” and now Lucy’s voice had gone as small and fragile as Susan had ever heard it. “What if we can’t protect everyone?”

“We’ll just do our best,” Susan said. The candle guttered and almost blew out. “I’ll be with you. Peter will lead us, and Edward will follow him, and we… we’ll do our best. And I’ll stay by your side, no matter what.”

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Re: Narnia, Susan/Lucy, I'll come back when you call me/No need to say goodbye - [info]hooloovoo_too, 2008-06-13 03:37 pm UTC
Re: Narnia, Susan/Lucy, I'll come back when you call me/No need to say goodbye - [info]mitsuhachi, 2008-06-17 07:12 pm UTC
"Careless"--Yami no Matsuei, Watari/Tatsumi, fun with potions
[info]freezing_rayne
2008-06-13 01:38 am UTC (link)
"Watari, I am going to kill you!"

Watari gave a deranged sort of giggle, waffling his hands back and forth. "I swear, I had no idea that I'd put my potion into the same sort of coffee cup you always drink out of! It was an accident!"

Tatsumi clenched his fists.

"What sort of potion was it, Watari?" he asked, the icy calm more frightening than anger any day of the week.

Watari tapped a finger against his chin, trying to think.

"Uh...I don't think it was de-aging one, we got rid of that one after that little incident...What about invisibility?"

Tatsumi looked down at himself. "Not invisibility."

"Can you still breathe?" Watari asked.

"Yes," Tatsumi said, drawing in a mouthful of air to demonstrate.

"Well...that means it's not the one that fills your lungs with Kool-Aid...So that means..." The color drained from Watari's face. "Uh oh."

He had just enough time to brace himself before Tatsumi tackled him to the office floor. Rough hands tore his lab coat apart at the seams. There was an audible ping as Tatsumi yanked at the fly of his pants so hard the button flew off.

The man raised his head, eyes filled with a painful hunger.

"Watari...I need you," he gritted out.

The scientist let out a nervous sort of laugh. "Well, then I guess you'd better take me. Ehe...heh."

Tatsumi didn't waist anytime divesting the two of them of the rest of their clothes, until there was nothing to prevent him from attacking Watari's neck with his mouth, biting and licking at the sensitive skin, until the scientist was moaning, dick hardening against Tatsumi's thigh. When the man moved onto his nipples, he was practically writhing against the floor.

"Tatsumi...Tatsumi..."

"Shh..." He climbed on top of him, pinning him against the cold tile, hand going between them to press their cocks together snugly. Their moans rose in harmony.

"Fuck, Tatsumi..." Watari gasped out, voice unusually high. He bit his bottom lip, rocking his hips as Tatsumi stroked, hand rough and calloused.

"Almost..."

Watari let out a little cry, hips bucking as he painted their bellies white. He whimpered when Tatsumi didn't let up, jerking harder, finally pushing himself over the edge. He buried his face in Watari's neck as he came, biting down, groaning on each shot.

When it was over they lay there, wet, sticky mess cooling between them.

"Shit, Watari," Tatsumi groaned. "Why the hell do you have a sex potion?"

Watari shrugged against the floor. "You never know when it'll come in handy."

Tatsumi snorted. "Well, I guess it makes more sense than Kool-Aid."

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Re: "Careless"--Yami no Matsuei, Watari/Tatsumi, fun with potions - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-13 06:00 am UTC
Re: "Careless"--Yami no Matsuei, Watari/Tatsumi, fun with potions - [info]freezing_rayne, 2008-06-13 06:08 am UTC
Re: "Careless"--Yami no Matsuei, Watari/Tatsumi, fun with potions - [info]hphaeton, 2008-06-13 06:24 am UTC

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