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telesilla (telesilla) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2008-09-18 14:48:00

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round five

Prompt List: Round Five
And now...the moment we've all be waiting for!

Prompt Lists: Round Five

You'll notice that the Western Media prompts have been handled a little differently; we're experimenting still. Also, please excuse any mistakes; all told we had over 2600 prompts and even split up as they were, things will slip past us.

So, you have a week; at some point in the evening on Thursday the 25th, I'll close the battle. Until then?

*points down to the comments*

Porn goes 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.)

If your fic is too long for one comment, post part one as a top level comment and then the second part in reply to that comment and so on.

Have fun!

ETA: I am aware that most of the lists off site are all scrunched together. They shouldn't be and I'm working on it. Thanks for your understanding.

As of now--1:10 PST--the Porn Battle is closed.

The list of fics will be up soon, hopefully by tomorrow evening unless my connectivity issues continue.

Thanks for playing, everyone!

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3:10 to Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, artist

baggyeyes
2008-09-18 10:00 pm UTC (link)

The train lurched and lumbered from side to side; made it hard to draw the lines. Ben drew entirely from memory, and he knew that was all he would have from that point on. At least, until the floor let out from under him.

The dark brows he tried to render with care, not to overdo it, lest they look comical. The eyes had to be perfect, because they were what drew him in in the first place. Then came the cheek bones, hollowed, and almost to the point of starvation, but not quite. Ben left the hat off.

Ben remembered when the man finally took the hat off in the bridal suite, and sat down in that chair near the window. The light made excellent lines on his face; perfect for a sketch. If Ben had drawn closer, to get a better look at his face, Dan would have gripped that old rifle of his tighter, or worse, pointed it at him, and stood up and moved away. The closest Ben had gotten was in the Apache valley. It was too dark to get a good look, and one can’t get a good kiss when your target is getting shot at. Damn fool never could avoid the bullets. Ben shook his head sadly.

He sketched the dark hair in, with strands in front of the man’s eyes. Unlike the sketch in the bible, this one he would not leave behind. If he’d had his way, he would not have left the man himself behind either, he would have dragged Dan Evans on board with him. The man would argue, fight, no doubt, but settle in for the ride and help him escape at the end.

It didn’t happen that way.

Ben looked up as he heard the whistle of the train, and the engineer call out Yuma. End of the line . . . for him anyway. This train would go one to California. He finished one last detail of his sketch and put it away into his pocket. He then put his hat on, adjusted it so it looked right. He looked up at the gate doors. Presently the guard came through the passageway doors and up to the gate. It was the same man who’d greeted him in Contention, and watched with him as Dan Evans died.

“Bit o’ news from Contention, Mr. Wade,” the guard said as he unlocked the gate and bound Ben’s wrists with those damnable iron shackles.

“Oh? What would that be?” Ben asked, not interested in the least.

“That feller who’d brought yer to the train pulled through,” the guard said, “still doin’ mighty bad, though. But, damn, what a tough ‘un.” The guard led Ben Wade down the rail stairs to the waiting Yuma guards. Ben looked up at the sky, the blue sky had a few white clouds scattered over the horizon, and the sun shone brightly down on him.

“Thank you, sir,” Ben nodded to the guard, and to the Yuma men, he smiled.

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” Ben said, his smile grew wider, “just lovely.”

He began to whistle.

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Naruto, Sai/Naruto/Sakura, together, It works if you don't count the random violence and anything Sa

wei_jiangling
2008-09-18 10:03 pm UTC (link)

[apologies if this doesn't quite count as porn, but the idea of doing this one all in dialogue really amused me... so dysfunctional]

"Not to be awkward or anything but... shall we?

"Alright."

"Ow, what was that for?"

"Did I make a mistake? I thought you might be one of the people I read about in the books that likes pain with their pleasure..."

"What the hell made you think that?!"

"Guys! We're not here to argue, okay? By the way, I'm not such a fan of pain, either. More like this?"

"Sakura, why are you making him touch you instead of me?"

"Because you don't have a penis."

"Shut up!"

"Guys! Seriously... It's because he needs lessons that don't come from books, wouldn't you agree? And I never said you couldn't touch me."

"Really? Awesome, I'll take you up on that."

"Er, was what he just did... correct?"

"Touch means touch, Naruto, not smother."

"Sorry."

"Ohhh, that's better..."

"Referring to who?"

"Both of you?"

"That's good I guess..."

"Okay, guys, stop having a war and enjoy yourselves, okay?"

"Okay."

"Sai, what are you doing?"

"We're all here together, so I shouldn't just focus on Sakura, right?"

"But... ohhh, nevermind. What book did you learn that from?"

"Sex for Dummies."

"...Shouldn't have asked..."

"Okay, next lesson for Sai: tongues feel nice. I'll demonstrate. ...don't pout at me Naruto, you're clearly enjoying yourself. Besides, I'll get to you."

"Great! I'll be looking forward to it."

"Mmm, you seem to be right."

"Sai, you are oddly scientific about this whole thing aren't you?"

"Is that bad?"

"I guess not, but..."

"She's trying to tell you it kills the mood, Sai."

"I don't think I understand."

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

"Alright... is it okay if I do this?"

"Ow! I mean, yes, but... gentler and... too much right now. Maybe Naruto first?"

"Oh my god, you're both making fun of me!"

"Hush, consider it a privilege."

"Besides, it's just a simple fact that you don't really have--"

"SHUT UP!"

"GUYS! Okay, this really isn't working. Can't we all just agree to shut up and fuck each other?"

"I guess so."

"Agreed."

"...good."

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Code: Breaker, Oogami/Sakura, this is probably love

shiegra
2008-09-18 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Code: Breaker, Oogami/Sakura, this is probably love

She had his blood on her hands and he was slumped against her, eyes half closed, and she was daubing at the blood on his side. He'd tried to recoil when she first pulled off his shirt but she hadn't allowed it--hadn't shown her own uneasiness--and now his head was on her shoulder.

Sakura smoothed more blood away and his mouth moved against her throat, shaping words she couldn't identify. Her hands didn't stop moving and she thought she might have heard her name. Then he lifted his hand and put it on her breast and she jumped and almost hit him but didn't, because he was already bleeding anyway.

Then he said, thick and indistinct, "heartbeat," and Sakura froze.

"Yes," she agreed, for no particular reason, and let her own palm go flat against his chest, fingers spreading. She turned her head and let her lips graze his hair as her eyes closed. She felt silly because it a gesture you might make to a child and she didn't think he was a child, not really, and anyway he was as warm as though there was a furnace under his skin and it was leaking into her.

She let him touch her and when he raised his head his eyes were dark and sleepy, dangerously so, and he put his face against hers not so much like he wanted a kiss but like he was demanding the contact, and when she raised her hands his locked around her wrist--not stopping her from moving, but holding her--and Sakura didn't know whether to hit him or not. He might even let her.

"Sakurakouji..." He began, and his glove was smooth against her skin and she thought she could probably hear her own heartbeat right now, pounding in her ears.

Sakura dug her heels into the ground to steady herself and kissed him. He barely even seemed to know what to do, his mouth still and clumsy against hers, and she wasn't much better. Sakura swallowed hard and opened her mouth to say something.

And he copied her, blindly--she could see that his eyes were closed--and his hands clamped down on her skin. And then she was thinking about bandages and gauze and antiseptic and any wounds he might still have--it was mostly others' blood after all--to keep from thinking about the touch of his tongue and the way their teeth clicked together, awkward but still making heat curl in her stomach, and her feet slipped and she was flat on her back and he followed her, body tight with tension more at home on a dojo floor than in somebody's bed, not that she'd be an expert--

She managed to say, very patiently, "you have to let go of my hands, Ogami--" Though she stumbled over his name, feeling a little ridiculous and only distracted once he obeyed.

His hands were still too warm, only now they were on her hips and sides and the arch of her ribs, tracing bones and muscle under her skin, just touching her like the shape of her was fascinating. This was Ogami and at first Sakura was as tense as he was, thinking of broken bone and torn muscle and his precise brand of violence, and somewhere in there she put her hands on his sides--careful on bruises--and touched him back.

Her clothes were going to be a mess in the morning, because he wasn't careful, and her sweater tore. Sakura kept kissing him, breaking off only to heave in gulps of air, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Warm," he whispered, ducking his head to put his nose against her throat, lips parting. "You're warm." And then, "take it off," and his hands insistent on her sweater.

Sakura jerked back warily and he was looking at her with a look uncomfortably akin and yet achingly different from his killing stare. "I can't feel your heartbeat," he said, and Sakura held his stare for a fragile moment and reached for the hem.

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Code: Breaker, Oogami/Sakura, angry sex, the fire sermon (o lord thou pluckest me out)

shiegra
2008-09-18 11:27 pm UTC (link)

She knew, at this point, he wouldn't hit back. And that was precisely the reason that she didn't know why she punched him, because they were all alone and there was no one to save and when he looked at her with that harsh, knife-edge glitter in his eyes she thought maybe she'd done something unkind.

Her skirt would be totally messed up; she thought he'd torn it along the seam. And she'd half expected his hands to be warmer than normal, but if anything his fingers felt almost cool against her sides, around her wrist, touching oh-so-briefly her face but venturing nowhere near the top of her head.

He was awkward and rough and he was holding her legs too hard and she thought her teeth might meet through her bottom lip. Sakura spent her time fantasizing about the perfect throw and a good challening match, not this, but the little thought she'd devoted to the subject hadn't expected anything like this.

She didn't think he even knew how to touch, really. But right now she wasn't in the position or frame of mind for sympathy--Sakura clutched at his shoulders and made a noise she didn't know she could, a low whimpering sound like Dog getting his belly scratched, and he buried his head in her shoulders and bit down, hips jerking up against her.

His thumbs moved just underneath the sweep of her ribs, coming from Ogami not a caress but still something that felt good and made her want to arch her spine into the touch and then she did and her hips rocked against him and she came, her body tightening slickly around him, her head tipping back and smacking into the wall.

His eyes were wide open and he looked younger than she'd ever seen before when he came, clutching her like a lifeline--the anger gone from his body--like a last defense against the dark.

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D.Gray-man, Rinali/Crowley, boots, they're made of blood

shiegra
2008-09-18 11:28 pm UTC (link)

When she asked him, once--a little afraid that it was rude, but he didn't seem to mind--Crowley told her human blood tasted foul to him. Rinali wasn't sure what that meant, because it certainly didn't explain his--fascination, there was no other word for it--with her Innocence.

Or maybe it was just her legs.

Rinali'd been dealing with stuff like that for a long time, but this was Crowley, she thought when she first noticed it. He was different.

Out of all of them, he was probably the one who understand best what it was to fly.

So when he kissed her the first time, hard and aggressive, his mouth tasting of blood--both of them still high on battle--Rinali didn't push him away, wrapped her legs around his waist and let his coat fall around her hips as they both stumbled, a little clumsy, a little hungry.

And then he was on his knees in front of her, mouth on her knee and thigh, the hard edge of teeth brushing her soft skin. He lingered on her pulse, stroking down over the hard, lethally sleek surface of the boots, drawing his thumbs against the softer bared hollow behind her knees. And then as the Boots slipped away his mouth on the curve of her ankle, hard bone under skin, and then he looked up with uncertain human eyes, lips parted over human teeth, and she bent and pulled him up, her Innocence singing softly at her feet, fingers on his pants, his hands ghosting under her short skin, touching the delicate pulse of blood beneath her skin as she kissed him hard enough that even his blunt, ordinary teeth scraped her lip.

She pulled him into her, clothed bodies crushing together, her strong legs wrapped around him, her hair tangling around his fingers. He was holding her a little too strongly, eyes wide and luminous, and she gasped for breath and buried her face in the side of his neck as she adjusted, body flexing shifting around him in a hot, slick clench. He caught her earlobe between his teeth and Rinali tipped her head back again to kiss him and let the heat of battle translate into something else.

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Prince of Tennis, Mizuki/Yuuta, matters of taste

wei_jiangling
2008-09-18 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Yuuta had always been a straightforward kind of person. He dressed plainly, he said what he meant, and he usually preferred things to be straight and to the point.

Mizuki, on the other hand, was ornate in every sense of the word. It not only showed in the way he dressed, but his entire personality. God forbid anyone think Mizuki was straightforward. Any time you might start figuring him out, he would find another way to make himself an enigma. Yuuta knew him better than anyone, and he was confused on a daily basis.

It was thus that when Yuuta had accepted Mizuki's invitation to dinner, and later found himself tied to a bed covered with rose petals and chocolate (high quality dark chocolate, he noted, the only kind Mizuki ate), he was not surprised. Mizuki hovered over him, apparently examining the aesthetics of the situation.

"Enjoying the view?" Yuuta inquired ironically. He sort of hoped that whatever Mizuki had in mind, he would get on with it. Sex with Mizuki was pleasant. Being an object of fine art, not so much. Of course, he couldn't complain too much, as a naked Mizuki looking him over happened to be quite a nice view as well.

"Oh, very much," Mizuki purred in response. "You are beautiful, Yuuta." He punctuated the statement by running a finger along Yuuta's jawline, which gave the younger a shiver down his spine. "It's such a lovely picture, I almost hate to mess up the arrangement."

"Don't you dare," Yuuta snapped before he even had a chance to think about what he was saying. He was not going to let Mizuki stand there and say provocative things while not even so much as touching him. He knew Mizuki liked teasing him, and he didn't mind most of the time, but that was just blatantly unfair. Mizuki chuckled and leaned over to give Yuuta a kiss (deep, ornate, like everything about Mizuki) on his lips. As Mizuki's tongue played through his mouth, Yuuta couldn't help but think, "That's better."

"I wasn't serious, you know," Mizuki informed him after breaking the kiss. "You're just so cute when you're frustrated." Yuuta rolled his eyes, and Mizuki smiled. "But," he continued, "I've frustrated you enough for one night, hmm?"

"Quite," Yuuta replied, which got another chuckle in reply.

"Anxious, are we? Well, that's fine by me..." Mizuki climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Yuuta and bending down to lick clean the bits of chocolate that had melted onto Yuuta's skin. He started at Yuuta's collar bone and worked downward, prompting several gasps from the younger along the way. Finally his lips found their way to Yuuta's hard cock, and that received a moan.

This was one case in which Mizuki's flare for the outstanding and unique had its advantages. He had trained his tongue to do all sorts of interesting things, some of which Yuuta couldn't even begin to describe, save for the amazing sensations they produced. As Mizuki's tongue flicked over him, he could feel himself growing even harder, getting closer and closer to bursting.

Then the sensations stopped and Yuuta knew he had made a noise like a child whose ice cream had fallen out of the cone, but he didn't much care how childish he seemed. It took him a moment to realize that Mizuki's distraction was in undoing the ties that bound Yuuta's legs. He was back in a moment, but this time his fingers were exploring Yuuta's backside, pushing into his opening, widening him. It occurred to Yuuta that there was a distinct lack of friction, and wondered how Mizuki had managed to slick his fingers without Yuuta noticing. Then again, Yuuta hadn't been noticing much other than Mizuki's tongue for a while.

The next thing Yuuta knew, Mizuki was moving his legs to give himself better access and slowly, gently filling Yuuta with his cock. At the same time, he wrapped a hand around Yuuta's hardness and began to stroke it. His hands were never quite as skillful as his tongue, but the touch pushed Yuuta into ecstasy nonetheless.

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RPF (actor), Viggo/Ed Harris, directing

helens78
2008-09-19 01:09 am UTC (link)

Viggo chases intensity like a dog chasing a car; Ed can see that much. He can also see the other half of the cliché, the question of what he'd do if he ever found it.

It's not like Ed to back away from something, so he invites Viggo up to his room for a drink and conversation.

"And?" Viggo asks, as if surely Ed must be offering more than that.

Ed tilts his head slightly, nods. "And."

Viggo's the pushiest man Ed's run into in a while, pushy in a way that stops a few steps shy of actually moving them toward the bed. Viggo's eyes track from Ed's face to his belt to his boots and over to the bed, but Ed's eyes stay steady on Viggo's eyes, not even lowering to his mouth, to the way he forms his words.

It's enough to break Viggo without even needing to touch him. He lasts a little over three hours, and then he snaps.

"What's going on here, Ed? Do you just want to spend the night turning me down?"

Ed leans back in his chair, looks Viggo over slow and careful. Viggo goes still, and his shoulders relax.

"I don't remember turning you down," Ed says.

"All right," Viggo murmurs. "So how do you want to do this?"

"Not like that."

Viggo frowns a little, and Ed lifts himself out of his chair and walks over to Viggo, leaning down, sliding a hand around to the back of his neck. Viggo shudders and exhales, warm and soft and solid.

"Make no mistake," Ed says, and he knows it's a cliché, but sometimes things have to be said a certain way for them to stick. "I want what you're offering. But you know it doesn't work like that. You want this, we play it my way. I lead. You follow."

He rubs his thumb over Viggo's lips, and Viggo opens his mouth. Ed leans in and kisses him.

"Good boy," Ed says softly. "C'mon, now. Bed's over here."

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Stargate: Atlantis/State Within, John Sheppard/Nicholas Brocklehurst, AMTDI

telesilla
2008-09-19 01:23 am UTC (link)

Welcome to Pegasus

Nick rarely goes through the gate on missions with AR-1. True, he's a better hacker than McKay--as much as it pains McKay to admit it--but he's not quite up to speed yet when it comes to working in either Ancient or Wraith and most of the systems AR-1 encounters off world need someone who's fluent in one or both. As for his specialized combat skills...well, the 'Lanteans are some what reluctant to use assassination as a diplomatic tool.

But, according to the Ancient database, MX9-5P7 was once the location of a major computer research center and McKay wants "another damn code monkey to back me up." Nick's the obvious choice and so he finds himself geared up--tablet in its place on his back and P-90 clipped to his front--walking with AR-1 along a path toward a smallish town.

"You sure the research center is here?" Sheppard asks, eyeing the pale buildings with red tile roofs that remind Nick of Spain or Southern California.

"No, I thought we'd just wander around aimlessly for a few hours."

"Like we usually do?" Dex asks with a smirk.

"Did I ask you for an opinion?" McKay glares at Dex and Nick has to hide a smile; the affection buried under McKay's bluster is pretty obvious. Dex just stares back and McKay rolls his eyes and turns back to his scanner.

A half hour late, no one is smiling; in fact, Sheppard looks distinctly annoyed as he and Emmagan talk to the Headwoman. "Just once," McKay mutters to Nick, "I'd like to find an Ancient outpost that isn't connected to a local temple."

"Okay, here's the deal," Sheppard begins once the talks are over and the team is huddled together. "The entrance to the research center is behind the altar and...the only people allowed back there are the priests and...."

"Those who have been blessed," Emmagan says when Sheppard's voice trails off.

"Since we aren't already lined up getting prayed over," McKay says with a sigh, "I assume this 'blessing' involves nudity, public humiliation, citrus, or all three?"

"Two of us are gonna have to take one for the team," Sheppard explains. "We managed to talk them down that much."

"Whose turn is it again?" Dex asks, sounding more amused than annoyed.

"It's chance; we have to draw sacred stones."

tbc

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Princess Tutu, Fakir/Mytho, devotion

allira_dream
2008-09-19 03:59 am UTC (link)

Fakir thinks, we'll leave. It's the one reason he joins the Academy, the one reason to show Mytho to the world. It's not unheard for the best students to be taken into prestigious ballet companies all over the world.

Fakir makes sure that everyone, even the teachers, fall a little in love with the careful grace of the heartless prince, just enough that they don't notice the way his eyes are empty, just focus on the way his dancing breaks your heart. Even like this, Mytho is a flame that attracts others to him, and Fakir decides to use it, and he becomes the shadow of those careful steps.

And when they are all alone, he kneels in front of Mytho, wraps bandages around his ankles, helps him undress, does his best not to be moved by the frailty of his shoulders, by how easy it would be to crush him and watch him crumble apart. Mytho moves when and how Fakir tells him to, and through the sick feeling of such a proud prince is reduced to a puppet, something dark and heavy stirs in Fakir's stomach, for all that he does his best to ignore it.

It's not important, Fakir tells himself. Mytho sleeps when he tells him to do so, and as long as that doesn't change, he can keep him safe. It will all be worthy, he thinks, for when the two of them can break free of a story that wants to kill them both.

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(actor), Jason Momoa/Joe Flanigan, Tuesday night

telesilla
2008-09-19 05:00 am UTC (link)

Just Another Tuesday Night at Joe's

"Hey, whatchya watching?" Joe scratches at his stomach as he wanders into the living room. He was on his way to the kitchen to get a late night drink of water when the faint light of the TV caught his eye. Now he blinks and stares at the screen trying to figure out what the hell he's looking at.

"Do you mind?"

Jason's unusually sharp tone of voice registers with Joe at about the same time he realizes that there're three guys fucking on the TV screen.

"How's he bend like that?" He tilts his head. "Looks like it'd hurt." He stares at the screen for another moment. "Oh Dude, they must be kidding...I've heard about that but never...that has got to be uncomfortable...wow...no seriously...ow!"

As he winces, he hears Jason laughing and realizes he's been rambling on with Jason right there. And wait a minute, but if Jason's watching porn, then he must have been...on and hey, but Joe hadn't really known that Jason was gay or maybe bi.

"Dude, you crack me up," Jason says and Joe tries to sneak a peek at the sofa.

"Um...sorry," he says, because yeah, Jason's buck naked and sitting on a towel. Laughing at Joe. "I'll...uh...just head on back to...." He pauses. "Can I blow you?" The moment the words come out, he winces again and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Um...I mean...."

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"Get over here."

"Yeah?"

tbc

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David Hewlett/Jason Momoa/Joe Flanigan, "And I wanna get lost tonight with you"

darkrose
2008-09-19 05:04 am UTC (link)

Set in the universe of Poisontaster's A Kept Boy series. Not real, yadda, yadda.

Joe doesn't have to hang up David and Jason's clothes, but neither of them will, and...well, it does bother him a little, that people will look at them all rumpled and think he's not doing his job. His real job, at least.

David's already got his laptop out and is sitting at the table typing furiously in response to a message that must have come in the time it took for them to go from the hotel lobby to their room. Jason's on the other side of the table with his feet up, scribbling in one of his notebooks. Joe stares at Jason's boots, but there's something they really need to get out of the way before the interview tomorrow.

He clears his throat. "Um. Guys? I just wanted to make sure this is okay. It's not like they really need to talk to me..."

"Except for the part where they specifically asked to talk to the lead writer for the best-selling game of the year," David points out.

"That's because they don't know who I am."

"And they won't." Jason says firmly. "You'll be wearing a tie; no one will see your collar."

"My provenance is online--"

David rolls his eyes. "Which they'd think to look for why, again? And even if someone got it into their head to check, and go to the trouble of researching, what would be the point? There's absolutely nothing in the law that says a slave can't work at his masters' company."

Joe sighs, exasperated. It still surprises him when he realizes that there some things they just don't get, and never will. "My name is in the credits for the game," he says. "I'm giving a fucking interview. You don't think people are going to talk?"

"C'mere," Jason says abruptly, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor. Joe goes over and kneels, resting his head against Jason's thigh while Jason strokes his hair.

"It'll be okay," he tells Joe. "You spent three years with us doing some incredible work, and you should get credit for it. Yeah, it's a little unorthodox, but we're video game designers--nobody expects us to be normal. Relax, okay?"

Joe looks up at him and grins. "Is that an order?"

David snorts. "I can't speak for him, but I make a point of not giving you orders I know you won't follow."

"Yeah, what he said." Jason's smiling as he hooks a finger under Joe's collar and tugs gently. "I do think my boots need some work, though."

Ignoring David's snicker ("Not my kink at all; I look ridiculous in boots.") Joe strips quickly and stretches out on his stomach. For a moment, he just presses his face against one of Jason's Docs, inhaling the scent of leather and shoe polish. He starts at the bottom with careful swipes of his tongue over the instep, slowly working his way up. Jason's wearing the 14-eyes, so it takes a while. Joe's really okay with that.

After he's finished with both boots, Joe kneels up and licks the black denim over Jason's crotch, nuzzling his dick through the fabric until it's thoroughly damp and Jason's breathing a lot faster. He stops and looks up.

"Please, sir..." he whines.

"Please, what?" Jason's glasses have slipped down on his nose, making him look like the world's sexiest librarian.

"Please sir...please let me suck your cock, please...." When Jason reaches down to undo his fly, Joe bumps his head against Jason's hand, nudging him away so he can pull the zipper down with his teeth.

Joe usually deep-throats Jason right off, just because he can, but this time, he starts out by licking along his shaft before taking him in a little at a time. Jason lets him set his own pace and doesn't push, one hand resting on the back of Joe's neck.

He's thinking that he could happily do this for hours (or until his jaw seizes up) when a sharp "crack" and the sting of leather against his skin makes him jump. He manages not to scrape Jason with his teeth; not that Jason would get mad, but Joe feels like he's been trained well enough that there's no excuse for being that sloppy.

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Loveless, Seimei/Ritsuka, somnophilia

ificouldfly
2008-09-19 05:57 am UTC (link)

It's not sex if nothing enters. It's not sex if nothing breaks.

Ritsuka isn't a quiet sleeper. He sprawls when he sleeps, tossing limbs all over the bed and messing up the covers. When he dreams he mutters, little phrases and fragments of sentances, escaping from dreamworld by way of his mouth to float in the air. He dreams often, almost every night, and sometimes it seems strange that he gets any rest at all after talking the entire night.

Seimei likes listening to Ritsukas dreams. It is interesting to him what things go on in Ritsuka's mind. What is he thinking about? What is happening? Seimei likes having a window into the one part of Ritsuka's life that he is not allowed into.

When Ritsuka falls asleep, it is always with Seimei by his side, holding his hand or snuggled in close and whispering him stories. Ritsuka feels safe this way. Seimei will always be there for him. Seimei feels safe this way. Ritsuka will always be his, and his alone.

No one has told Ritsuka what brothers are and aren't supposed to do. Why would anyone, when the bruises on his face are such a bigger problem? No one would even notice that anything was wrong. After all, Seimei is Ritsuka's main protection. Yes, Seimei liks the sound of that. Ritsuka's main protection. He will always protect Ritsuka from the world, and in turn, Ritsuka will never leave. They will be together forever.

In his sleep, Ritsuka shifts, tossing one arm across Seimei's chest and hooking a leg around his brother's so that he is now pressed against the older boy. His face is close, too, close enough for Seimei to feel warm breath ghosting across his shoulder. Seimei kisses him on the forehead. Ritsuka is so sweet when he sleeps, and so innocent looking that Seimei cannot resist leaning down and giving him another kiss, this one on the mouth. His forever.

"Seimei?" Ritsuka mutters from deep in sleep as his brain recognizes his brother's familiar lips.

"I'm here," Seimei whispers in reply.

"Good."

As Ritsuka snuggles closer, his lips press against Seimei's neck so that the older boy cannot resist a tiny hiss between clenched teeth. Ritsuka is pressing against him in his sleep, rubbing his body against his brother's until Seimei is ready to go mad from keeping still. He must press another kiss to Ritsuka's lips, and then another still until finally the boy responds and kisses back. Only then can he unclench his hands and wrap his arms around Ritsuka, when he was sure that he will not do anything he shouldn't.

Then Ritsuka slides his hand under Seimei's shirt and his control almost breaks anyway. Such small fingers, such a delicate touch, stroking his back just slightly like Seimei always does for him, reciprocating automatically. Seimei is sure that Ritsuka doesn't know what he is doing. He would never do such a thing while awake, after all; he never has before.

Wouldn't do it while awake...

Seimei's eyes are wide as he stares at Ritsuka. Could he? Could he really? Did he dare? Ritsuka would never do something like that while awake, but will he do it in his sleep?

There's only one way to know.

Slowly, quietly, Seimei places his hand over Ritsuka's and begins to guide it lower on his back. A little more, little more, and then to the front. Don't mind the hair; just keep going until-

Guiding Ritsuka's hand is just like doing it himself, only a thousand times better. Seimei kisses his brother again, harder, and without any prompting Ritsuka's grip tightens. Yes, yes, much better now. Ritsuka need never know, until the time when Seimei knows he will do it willingly. Until then...

It's not sex if nothing enters. It's not sex if nothing breaks. And it won't be sex until it is Seimei and Ritsuka, together, willingly, when they can be together forever.

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Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, not so innocent

ificouldfly
2008-09-19 06:27 am UTC (link)

Ritsuka gently pushed Soubi into a chair.

"Are you sure you're alright? You have a cut on your face, and your scars are bleeding again."

"I'm fine."

Ritsuka glared at him. "No, you're not. Here, let me put some bandages on them. You don't want to get an infection."

"I said I'm fine," insisted Soubi, grabbing Ritsuka's wrist as he reached for the first aid kit. "They're just scratches."

"But..." Ritsuka trailed off, staring at the floor. "At least let me make you some tea or something."

"It's my apartment; I should make the tea."

"No no, it's my fault you're hurt. Let me-"

Soubi tightened his grip. "Ritsuka. Stop. Please. I'm fine, I promise."

"Then- let me do something for you." Ritsuka looked close to tears. "Please. Here, there's something that Soubi taught me--you might know it. It always made him feel better. Let me do it."

"Well..." Nothing from Seimei could be good, but Ritsuka sounded desperate. "Alright then. What is it?"

Ritsuka looked a little brighter. "Just close your eyes."

At first, Soubi just felt hands on his shoulders. Then Ritsuka began to knead gently at the muscles there, digging his knuckles in until Soubi could feel his body begin to unknot. It did feel good, he had to admit.

Then one of Ritsuka's hands slipped lower, down to his chest muscles. Soon the other one followed, and then suddenly Ritsuka was sitting in his lap. Soubi's eyes snapped open.

"Ritsuka-"

"Shh."

Soubi stared as Ritsuka began undoing the buttons of his shirt with one hand and sliding his fingers against the bare skin with the other. Then the boy slowly closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss Soubi right below his ear for a moment, before moving up to gently bite his earlobe. Soubi's breath caught in his throat.

"Ritsuka..."

"Mmm?" His tongue swirled into Soubi's ear, just as Seimei had always loved.

"Ritsuka, brothers aren't supposed to do this."

Ritsuka paused, staring at the light waves of hair in front of him. Then he pressed his lips against against Soubi's ear and gave a tiny lick.

"I know."

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Firefly, Kaylee/Simon, but the real thing is better

cuddlesquid.livejournal.com
2008-09-19 08:45 am UTC (link)

She's imagined him so many ways. Sweet and shy and fumbling. Hungry and desperate. Snapping with the release of long frustration and getting rough right off the bat. Clinical, with cool hands. One of those virgins who cries when they realize, no, they were wrong and there is someone in the vastness of the 'verse who'll love them up right.

Kaylee thinks she's run through them all over the endless nights (or days; you never can tell in space) she's climbed onto that sweet battery-powered friend she keeps hidden in the engine room and called it Simon inside her head.

He's imagined her so many ways. Precise as the machines she knows so well, and a little cold. Fresh as the strawberries she talks about longingly at dinner, a goddess of spring and self-confidence. Unaware of her own body and what it can make her feel. Secret as he's heard the moon of Earth-That-Was used to be, with a turned-away face.

Simon is a little ashamed of himself for fantasizing so extensively, so often, when he's supposed to be mapping out River's path to recovery. But he can't help it: day after day (or night after night; you can never tell in space) Kaylee is there, and wonderful, and for every time he can't find the courage to speak there's a new scenario that worms into the back of his mind and drives him to grind into the mattress as quietly as he can manage.

When it finally happens, when he finally manages to be brave and she finally gets to say yes, they are both surprised.

Because Kaylee is flushed and playful, hands grubby with oil, voice unexpectedly husky around the pet names she calls him in multiple languages. Because Simon asks questions and then extrapolates the answers, fingers warm and eyes taking her in like he's an artist instead of a doctor, laughter breaking free of him at unanticipated moments. Because together they defy expectations, and despite the false starts and the mistakes and the unintended hilarity of some of it, they can't get nearly enough of each other.

It's the best first time either of them has ever had, and when they're finally done (for now, anyways) they tell each other so without saying it: with smiles and "wow"s and with the way they curl around each other in Kaylee's now-profoundly-abused bed.

Sure, it wasn't perfect. It probably won't ever be, no matter how many times they do it--and they intend to do it a lot from here on out.

But it's real, and that's the best part.

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Angel the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel/Xander Harris, pack

hyel
2008-09-19 10:57 am UTC (link)

Note: Hi, here goes my Angel/Xander virginity. I've never even read fic with this pairing before.

Demon-Ridden

Xander remembers being a beast - blood on his tongue, and a wild song between his teeth. So does Angel. It's there between their mouths when they kiss, the howl, the thrill.

They contain it. Neither of them could take this, if they didn't.

'Don't tell Buffy,' they say at the same time, and laugh. Of course they won't. They kiss again, all teeth and skin. And, later, Angel says, 'Have you, before...?' and Xander says, 'Don't make this situation any more awkward than it already, oh god, Angel.'

It almost couldn't have happened in a nice comfy bedroom; this sort of thing needs the occasional acorn under your back, the chill before your flesh heats up and you might as well be lying next to a furnace (even Angel's does, with his icy skin and the icy blood in his veins from his broken thermos).

Their prey (big, bad) lies sundered at their feet, forgotten, melted into the shadows of branches and rock. There's nothing more dangerous in these woods than them.

Well, than Angel, anyway.

Xander comes back to himself with the first chill of wind on his bare arm, as the sex-heat begins to recede. He's going to hate himself in the morning. So many reasons to choose as for why. He nudges away a branch that's bruising his side. He's beginning to notice the aches.

Then Angel wraps an arm around his waist, and he's still warm, with sex, and with Xander. Xander relaxes back into him. There's still a, a twitch between them, a knot of need.

Tomorrow's might be the sort of regret that he's bound to have again. It might even be worth it.

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Death Note, female!Light/female!L, awkwardsex

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2008-09-19 11:01 am UTC (link)

If there's one thing Light Yagami has always known, it's that she doesn't even have to take her clothes off to seduce someone. She's learned, by watching classmates and strangers, what men like, and she's been told she's pretty so often she takes it for granted.

Unfortunately, she'd made a mistake in assuming L was a man.

Her plan of finding him, ensnaring him, and cutting his throat fell completely apart the second her strange new university classmate turned to her and whispered, I want to tell you that I am L. After all, L--skinny, pale, and careless--may not act feminine or masculine, but baggy clothes and a slouch can't make you sexless, and Light knows it.

Still, after about two weeks Light notices the way L fidgets when punky art majors in plaid skirts sweep past her, the way her penetrating stare can be drawn by a low-cut blouse.

So maybe it's a salvageable plan after all.

It takes her five days of progressively sexier outfits (skirts shorter and shorter, bra straps slipping, hair more tousled, biting her lip when someone makes a risque comment) before she thinks L might be staring at her a little more than at any other woman passing by on campus. And when Light sees her opportunity she pounces.

Except it's not quite what she expected.

The pouncing happens in her own room, after she's invited L up to go over notes for their Philosophy 102 class. Light decides to test one of the corny lines she's read in her sister's manga: "I wish my breasts were more like yours, Ryu-chan."

L just stares.

Light feigns sudden shyness, then, partly to cover her chagrin at having stooped to cliche. She confesses that she doesn't like the boys at university much, that she'd much rather be around Ryu-chan.

L thanks her quietly and chews on her own thumb.

Light says she wonders what it's like to kiss a girl.

L brings up the Kinsey scale of sexual preference and points out that most people don't correspond as strictly to either extreme as they think they do.

Light is so fed up that she just lunges forward and closes her mouth around L's thin lower lip, because it's been two hours and as much as she wants to seduce her adversary she's also wet and ready and has absolutely no intention of letting L leave until she gets what she wants.

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Angel: the series, Angel/Spike, full goblet

hyel
2008-09-19 11:34 am UTC (link)

Note: Aaaand here goes my Angel/Spike virginity.

Twixt

Edinburgh

Angel always liked to play with his food. He figures that might be a part of it. There's a whiff of something in William, as in Dru, a taste of humanity he could get to if he could just bite deep enough. And he does bite very deep. On William's shoulder, crunch, all the way, but all he can taste is that girl and the wine, and William's bubbling scream.

Drusilla giggles, then laughs, and Angel grins a wildly like a boy, his mouth and chest wet; Darla smiles. 'Go on, my love,' she says, and Angel shoves his leg between William's thighs. He's met with a punch that he can feel right down to his spine. William's spun around, and his true face has come upon him, and his reaching for the chair, now the chair's broken and he's holding a stake.

It's a different game, but Angel's up to it. He pulls his sword.

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Calcutta

'Come on,' Angel says. The sunshine is creeping along the floor, muted but scorching. 'Come on, you son of a bitch.'

'Leave my mother out of this,' says William the Bloody, but picks up his pace by a fraction. Angel snarls, his teeth sharp against white cotton.

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Los Angeles

He did always like the poetry.

He used to say it was the worst kind of doggerel, and make the girls laugh at William the Bloody Awful, but he listened to it, listened closely, and walked to its cadences when they went out hunting and playing and William was muttering under his breath.

It wasn't in the violence, and it wasn't in the sex, that speck of something human in Spike that made him so hungry. He used to look for it in the beast-things, when it was there all along, in his language. Spike writes himself into being.

Wordless, angry, Angel looks at him, and yearns the skill still.

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Marvel comics, Blur/Hyperion, reunion

glossing
2008-09-19 01:21 pm UTC (link)

[Supreme Power canon, pre-Squadron Supreme...]

Even when he is on the Earth's surface, walking among the humans with hands in his pockets and cow-dumb expression on his face, Mark is elsewhere. He can blend in so well that even his teammates (except Kyle, never Kyle) seem to forget who he is.

What he is, what he can *do*. To them, to them all.

For peace of mind, for all concerned, Mark stays away: in orbit, in the mountains, below the crust. Even there, floating within his own skin, he does not belong.

"Just plain talking nonsense now," Stanley says and swirls his tongue in Mark's ear. The sensation is warm, promising; the sound, disquieting. "Lie down, bro. C'mon."

Aroused, Stanley is as impatient as a child, fussy and fidgety. Mark obliges and watches, bemused, as Stanley straddles his torso. His hair corkscrews out in every direction and his eyes disappear in the width of his smile.

"Now, um --" Stanley bites his lower lip and cocks his head to look Mark up and down. He bounces against Mark's groin, at half-speed, but still hummingbird-quick, and the friction sparks and aches along Mark's erection.

Stanley's eyes are wide now, bright and near-liquid; his body rises and falls, skin damp with sweat and glowing, his muscles shifting like lengths of ropes, uncoiling, ever-falling. Mark's hands grip Stanley's hips, tighter, then tighter yet.

"Yes?" Mark asks. He is not here, he cannot *do* this.

His body betrays him. It always does; the least human and the most human part of him, all at once, nerve endings yearning for Stanley, prick swollen as a Sequoia, mouth dry and sort from biting kisses.

"Fuck me," Stanley finally gets out. "Fuck. Fuck me."

Mark shakes his head. Denies the need one more time, but Stanley's up on his knees, spitting on his hand, on Mark's cock, slicking them both. That's not enough, this is --.

"This is gonna hurt," Mark says and Stanley *laughs* as he works himself downward, slowly as nails down a chalkboard, eye-poppingly tight, so tight that Mark could burst from his skin at the pressure.

Stanley *laughs*. At Mark, at whatever he says. Even as he holds still, taking Mark in and letting him fill, he's laughing, the ripples running around Mark's cock, across his balls, into his lungs, until he's choking. And Stanley keeps laughing as he rises back up and starts to fuck himself *on* Mark, so fast that he's just dark skin and white teeth and red, blood-red pressure.

"Since when?" Stanley gasps, stroking his cock back to hardness, bracing his other hand on Mark's chest. "Since when do you --" His head falls back and he rides Mark for several long thrusts, keening and rocking like someone possessed. "Do you care about *hurting* someone?"

Stanley still laughs, even as Mark flips them over, pushes his cheek into the dirt and bites the back of his neck. Mark fucks him spread-eagled, grinding him into the earth, until he has come, and come again, until his cock is scraping through his own jism.

And still Stanley's smile curves like a deadly thing, sword or garrote, as he twists around and kisses Mark's open mouth.

Stanley tastes like wind and sweat, sex and cane sugar, fast and pretty things, and he's not going to let Mark go. He's too human, too much of this dirty, degenerate little world.

"You," Mark says, "Not *you*. Don't want to hurt *you*."

"Could've fooled me." Stanley palpates the bruises on his hips, the bites on his throat. He grins and shakes the grass out of his hair as he kicks his legs out and leans against Mark. "But, hey. I'm a start, right?"

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Samurai Deeper Kyo, Kyo/Yuya, like I give a damn

shiegra
2008-09-19 02:23 pm UTC (link)

Mud and blood and bruises. None of the blood was hers, thankfully, but it was still a pain to wash it all off. Especially out of her hair. The bounty had torn it, and then he'd gotten his blood all over it, damnit. Freshly washed, Yuya drew it ruefully through her fingers as she knelt in her room, hair wet down her spine and then shook her head, blowing out a sigh.

"More expenses," she said, frustrated, and reached for her clothes.

She hauled at fabric when the shoji slid open behind her, scrambling back on her hands and clutching it to her chest as she strangled off a shriek. Kyo stared at her, one eyebrow raising, but before he said anything typically scornful his eyes dropped to her arms and narrowed.

"What the fuck, dogface?"

Startled and already opening her mouth to curse at him, she looked down. A mess of finger-shaped bruise covered her arms from when the bigger man had made her briefly grapple with him, right before she broke nearly all of his ribs as well as his nose and collarbone and hauled his ass in.

She closed it and shrugged, then froze with a wince. "Nothing."

He slid the door shut behind him, eyes still narrowed, and dropped into a crouch before her. "Answer me," he rumbled in a dangerously low voice, sweeping his gaze over her. He snagged the yukata with the hilt of his sword and tore it from her grip so fast she didn't have the time to tighten her hands. She shrieked and tried to hit him, but he caught her wrist, fingers circling it like an iron shackle, and gave her a sweeping glance.

The rest of her body was mostly clean except for a flowering bruise on her ribs. Yuya tried very energetically to kick him in the groin and he showed his teeth in a death's head grin and leaned forward, the air thick with bloodlust so fast she flinched. "Who was it?"

"None of your business," Yuya said flatly, every hackle going up at once. She hadn't survived on her own for years by bowing down to every request some jackass male threw at her and it didn't matter that this one could kill her as easily as blink, it was the principle of the--

His breath was ghosting over her mouth. "Who," he breathed, and she leaned back nervously, put her weight wrong on her arms, and landed flat out her back.

"Like you give a damn," she said, flushing. "Why do you want to know?"

He was grinning still. "So I can kill them," he told her. "Obviously."

That almost surprised her for some reason and she was perfectly still under him until indignance flushed through her and brought the growl of, "I don't need your help."

"Is he dead?" he asked, eyes glittering.

"No," she spat, glaring.

His lip curled up. "Then obviously you do."

"The bounties are bigger alive than dead, dumbass," she argued furiously. For a second the absurdity of the situation--lying totally naked under the murderer she's vowed to take in arguing prices on heads--hit her, and then was shoved away.

Instead she tried to headbutt him, which was about as successful as you could expect. He easily rose out of reach, caught a fistful of her hair--not painfully but not particularly tenderly--and rolled back, pulling her with him mostly by a hand at the small of her back until she was straddling his thighs. Kyo pulled her forward until she slid up his body, legs parting over his and squirming furiously, and put his lips next to her ear to whisper, "I'll just go raze the fucking jail, dogface."

She punched him in the stomach, which had more or less no effect, and then he kissed her.

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Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Bianchi/Chrome, false hearts

shiegra
2008-09-19 02:24 pm UTC (link)

Bianchi is smoking.

She has slim, elegant hands and a slim, elegant cigarette and she watches Chrome out of heavy lidded eyes, sleekly leather-wrapped legs crossed. When she opens her mouth to speak smoke curls out between her painted lips.

"Care for a smoke?" She asks, and Chrome is left floundering.

"N-no," she stammers, and Bianchi smiles her glossy smile and takes another drag.

"Worried?" She queries next, and Chrome shakes her head.

"Mukuro-sama will win," she says quietly, and Bianchi taps the ash off the cigarette and laughs, her eyes flashing.

"I'm sure," she responds. "Believe in him very much, do you?"

"Like you believe in your Reborn," Chrome returns, mustering the strength to speak a little sharply, and Bianchi purses her lips knowingly, taking another drag.

"All grown up and showing teeth," she purrs, and Chrome stiffens. Bianchi leans forward and taps more ash off against Chrome's weapon. "Let me tell you a secret," she says into Chrome's ear, voice throaty and sensual. "You don't need--"

Chrome opens her mouth and Bianchi kisses her suddenly, a hard sharp kiss that tastes of lipstick and smoke, and then draws back as though nothing happened to finish speaking. "--to sit on your hands waiting all the time."

"And what would you suggest?" Chrome manages, too softly but without wavering.

Bianchi leans back enough to take a last deep breath of the cigarette and drop it, crushing it beneath one heel. "Live a little," she suggests, and blows smoke gently into Chrome's face. Chrome takes in a hesitant, shuddering breath and Bianchi smiles a slow, silky smile, and trails the back of her nails up Chrome's thigh and leans in to kiss her again.

Mukuro-sama is closed off to her, distracted, and Chrome's knuckles go white around her weapon. Bianchi traces her long nails against Chrome's panties, and then her fingers, and draws Chrome close enough to pull her into a response as her perfume and the feel of her skin sparks a low ache in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you afraid?" Bianchi purrs.

Chrome kisses her back instead of answering.

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Tales of Destiny, Hugo/Leon, absolute obedience

chibimazoku.livejournal.com
2008-09-19 04:21 pm UTC (link)

When Leon finally walked back into Hugo's office, his demeanor was that of a sleepwalker -- his steps unsteady, his face blank, and his eyes over-bright yet unseeing. Hidden, but obvious to Hugo, was a droplet of blood on his right cuff.

It was obvious his orders had been carried out, but Hugo took pleasure in forcing the boy to answer anyway. "Well?" he asked, setting the papers he'd been looking over down on his desk.

Leon's face was a sickly white mask. "I..." he began hoarsely. He swallowed and began again. "Master Hugo..." His expression of blank shock flickered momentarily, and he brought one trembling hand up to cover his mouth as though he thought he might be ill. The nausea subsided enough for him to slowly cross the remaining distance to Hugo's desk and placed a small, bloodstained dagger onto the dark wood.

Hugo allowed himself a low chuckle at the sight, a triumphant smile slowly curving his lips. "You were certain not to be seen?" As amusing as it would be to see the court turn against Leon, those who sung his praises cursing him for the murder of their most beloved general instead, Hugo still had plans for the boy.

Still in a daze, Leon nodded. There was none of his usual resistance in him now -- just shaky, empty defeat.

"Come here, then." Hugo pushed his chair back from the desk and gestured to his lap.

It wasn't until later, when he was straddling Hugo's lap, his leggings pushed down to his knees and Hugo's fingers thrusting cruelly inside him, that Leon's tears began to fall. There was something especially delicious about the way each twist of Hugo's fingers made his sobs that much more breathless, how his hands clutched at Hugo's shirt even as he tried to pull away. The self-hatred in those little gestures was palatable.

"You let yourself be used so well," Hugo murmured against Leon's jaw, and laughed.

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Shounen Onmyouji, Guren/Akiko, sharing

lysapadin
2008-09-19 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Akiko has seen the marks on Masahiro's body: scratches, delicate ones that trace parallel lines across his chest and down his back, over his thighs and rear. They don't show up often, just occasionally--generally after Masahiro has managed to do something insanely brave. Or stupid. (Or both brave and stupid; Ten'itsu and Tai'in's accounts are sometimes at odds with each other.) The scratches always heal cleanly and never leave scars.

Masahiro always blushes when Akiko runs her fingertip over them, even after all that's passed between them. It's enormously endearing. She thinks Mokkun might blush, too, if he possessed the capacity.

Guren doesn't blush. He also never uses his nails with her, or in her presence.

Akiko finds that interesting, in an abstract kind of way, and wonders where the difference is--why Guren might scrape his nails over Masahiro's skin when he's always very careful to touch her with the pads of his fingers and palms that are flattened against her skin. Not that she minds, of course; Guren has a delicate touch, for all the strength of him, and it's delicious to be touched by him, slow and reverent, like something as fragile and ephemeral as a blossom.

Perhaps, from his perspective, she is.

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Prince of Tennis, Sanada/Yukimura, learning your skin

lysapadin
2008-09-19 06:22 pm UTC (link)

After several iterations of awkward, stolen moments (in the locker room, always on the alert for someone coming in; quick kisses and fumblings through clothes during study sessions, nearly always interrupted by a parent or a sibling) that nearly always ended in frustration rather than satisfaction, Genichirou was beginning to understand how a person might be attracted to the idea of a love hotel. Just imagining having an hour or even two in a room with Seiichi and the sure knowledge that they wouldn't be interrupted was enough to spark long, elaborate plans of what he could do with all that luxury.

The first thing would be to get Seiichi out of his clothes. Carefully, Genichirou thought, maybe even taking his time about it. He'd seen Seiichi naked in the showers plenty of times, and half-dressed almost daily, but there was an appeal to the idea of unwrapping Seiichi from all the layers of his clothes purely for the sake of being able to look at him and touch him.

Genichirou really wanted to have the time to touch Seiichi. Properly, slowly, not quick, desperate gropings that barely satisfied an immediate need. He wanted the chance to spread Seiichi out and run his hands over every centimeter of Seiichi's skin, to trace his fingers over the fine bones of Seiichi's wrists and to feel the hardness of the muscles of his legs. He wanted to learn the different textures of Seiichi's skin, the differences between calloused palms and the delicate skin of Seiichi's inner elbow, the fine-grained skin low on his stomach and the smooth heat of his cock... given the time, he'd explore Seiichi from head to toe with his fingers.

Then he'd do it all over again, and use his mouth to find out which places made Seiichi laugh, and which made him moan, and which would make him shiver silently, and most of all, which would drive him out of his head completely.

All things considered, Genichirou was pretty sure figuring all of that out would end up taking more than a couple of hours, but a person could, he thought, make a good start in that time. If only he had the time.

Maybe they'd have to look into the love hotel thing. If nothing else, Genichirou was intensely curious about what Seiichi would want to do with a couple of uninterrupted hours in bed.

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Eyeshield 21, Shin/Sena, only rival

lysapadin
2008-09-19 06:42 pm UTC (link)

Hiruma-san had shaken his head one time, and smirked, and noted that Sena's one true rival was definitely Shin Seijuurou.

Sena hadn't quite known what to make of that at the time, but he was starting to think he might be coming to understand.

He had plenty of opponents, he knew that much. He was good at learning from them, too; sometimes, when he looked back at his time playing American football, it astonished him how much he'd learned in just a few months, mostly in the process of playing ever-stronger opponents.

But they were opponents. Shin-san... was something different. Sena knew his opponents could force his hand, force him to dig deep into his reserves and find skills he hadn't even realized he'd had. But Shin-san could inspire him to do that, just by being himself. So that definitely set Shin-san apart.

And there was the fact that Sena didn't do this with any of his other opponents, either. Sena closed his eyes and sighed as a larger hand curled around his hip and stroked down the crease of it. "Shin-san..."

Shin-san murmured something, throaty and indistinct against Sena's shoulder, and then nipped at the curve of it. Sena gasped at the sharpness, and reached back, gripping Shin-san's shoulder, fingers digging into the heavy muscle of it. Normally, the fact that Shin-san was so much more muscled was a little embarrassing and a lot inspiring. When they were here, like this, though, it was just hot.

When they were doing this, he liked everything about how much bigger Shin-san was.

Sena shifted, restless, as strong fingers stroked lower, teasing over his thighs but not coming close enough to where he wanted them to be. "Shin-san, please..."

A laugh husked against his ear as Shin-san brushed a fingertip over the head of his cock. "Please what?"

Sena panted against the fleeting licks of pleasure, hips trying to press into Shin's touch. Shin's other hand held him in place, and the fact that he didn't even feel like he was straining to do it made a hot edge of pleasure curl through Sena. "Fuck me," he whispered, breathless. "Please, let me feel you."

If Shin liked to inspire him into being direct, well. Sena enjoyed the process, and the results. Shin made a sound against his ear, part purr, part growl, and obliged him. Sena moaned as Shin opened him, fingers driving into him, free hand still pinning him into place when Sena tried to squirm against the rough, shivery-edged stretch. Sena moaned again when those big hands spread him wide, and Shin's cock slid into him, thoughts shuddering into incoherence before the intensity of being held and fucked, ass stretched hard by the size of Shin's cock. It was so good to have Shin's bulk over him, each thrust driving him higher, as heady as running with Shin, as playing against him, exhilarating the way football only ever felt with Shin. Sena cried out, throat raw with the force of it, when pleasure overwhelmed him, wringing him out without mercy. Shin's deep voice joined his as his hips jerked against Sena's, and then he subsided against Sena's back, panting for breath.

Sena closed his eyes and wriggled contentedly under the warm bulk of him, all of his muscles burning with the pleasant fatigue of exertion, and smiled as Shin gathered him closer.

Perhaps Hiruma-san had been right; Shin-san was definitely something special.

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Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Norrington, rum, the pleasantries of the criminal underbelly

ificouldfly
2008-09-19 07:04 pm UTC (link)

"Your ship has a reputation."

"Oh does it?"

James Norrington was drunk, but Captain Jack Sparrow was drunker still.

"Yes, it does."

"That's good. It should have one."

James finished his drink and licked the last drops from his lips.

"Don't you want to know what that reputation is?"

"Does it matter? I'll leave the name calling to you gentlemen."

"I'm not a gentleman."

Jack paused in his step and took another swig of rum from his bottle.

"Aye, you wouldn't be on this ship if you were, now would you?"

"You had Will Turner here."

"Will Turner was a means to an end. You are not."

Leaning against the wall for a moment to steady himself, James studied the captain.

"Then am I an end?"

"Well I dunno, are you? Tell me more about this reputation of mine."

"Of your ship's, you mean."

"Me, my ship--it's all the same thing." Jack waved his arms expansively, nearly braining James with the heavy bottle. "Tell me about the reputation."

"Well," James started, then paused to steady himself. His vision seemed to be getting much narrower. "Everyone knows that pirates like plundering, but everyone says that your ship adds a little extra to it."

Jack leaned forward and braced himself against the wall over James's head as the ship heaved so that their faces were close together. "Do I?"

"They say that your run-in with the East India Trading Company began with a little incident involving you and a cabin boy who was the son of a very important man."

The ship creaked, and somewhere on deck a drunken song started, but both men in the captain's cabin had gone very still. James watched Jack carefully, and Jack closed his eyes for a moment.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Like I said, this ship has a reputation on the docks. I picked it up from simply asking around." James didn't smile and Jack didn't look him in the eye. "I've always been amazed by how much one can learn while exchanging pleasantries with the criminal underbelly."

Jack drew in a deep breath. "Don't spread that around."

"I didn't intend to."

"Then what did you intend?"

Taking one last sip from the bottle of run in his hand, James leaned down and set it on the floor, his hand brushing against Jack's thigh.

"You said I wasn't a means to an end. That must either mean that I am irrelevant or that I am an end."

Jack didn't smile when James met his eyes. "Is that all you want, then?"

"Why do you think I let your sorry excuse for an escape plan work?"

Finally, finally James's lips quirked a little as Jack raised his eyebrows and leaned down further. "You needen't have blackmailed me, then."

"That," James whispered as their lips brushed, "is just another of those criminal things that I've learned about."

Their lips met and James stiffened for a second, then relaxed and opened his mouth. Jack pulled back and chuckled.

"Well, believe me, mate--you've got a lot more to learn. Hand me that bottle of oil over there and I'll show you."

"What's it for?" James asked as he obeyed.

Jack hooked an arm around the other man's waist and pulled him into another kiss as he tugged James's shirt loose from his breeches. "Don't worry, lovey, you'll find out soon enough."

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