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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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Cardcaptor Sakura, Eriol/Tomoyo, "Innocence should be rewarded."
(Anonymous)
2008-09-22 04:27 pm UTC (link)

She really isn't sure when she decided that seducing Hiiragizawa Eriol was a marvelous idea, but clearly it was, because here the two of them were, with her fingers wrapped around his cock, and the little cries he was making in the back ofhis throat excited her in a way she'd never been excited before.

Daidouji Tomoyo has slept with any number of women after giving up her love of Sakura to the better man (so to speak). But she has never slept with a man before, and she thinks her innocence is about to be rewarded.

"Daidouji-san--" he gasps, and she honestly has to grin at his cluelessness.

"Call me Tomoyo," she whispers in his ear, and then nibbles it. He makes another cute noise.

"Tomoyo, I--" he gulps. In response, Tomoyo kisses a line down the side of his neck, watching his Adam's apple bob.

"You what, hmm? Hiiragizawa-kun?"

He swallows again as her fingers trace his length one last time, gently. She leans back and he manages to say, "This doesn't seem much like you..." before his mouth slams shut. She has begun to unfasten her halter top, slipping it down to her waist with a seductive wiggle.

"What can I say?" she says, leaning forward slowly and unhooking her bra. "People change, you know."

"Um, yes, but--"

She leans forward and rubs her breasts against his chest before claiming his mouth with a kiss. His lips are, for a moment, slack, before his body responds.

"Tomoyo, I--" he mumbles against her lips, and that's when she wakes up.

*

The room is dark. Tomoyo sits up and presses her fingers against her lips wonderingly for a moment, looking around at the room as though she's never seen it before.

And then she shudders, and goes back to sleep. There's school in the morning, and Sakura will be there, so she will too.

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xxxHolic, Kimihiro Watanuki/Yuuko Ichihara, slinky
(Anonymous)
2008-09-22 04:28 pm UTC (link)

The way she wrapped herself around him reminded Watanuki sometimes of Mugetsu. The pipe fox at least had a certain honesty in its affections. Yuuko touched him seemingly by whim.

"Yes, what do you want?" he asked, attempting to finish his current task, which was making Yuuko's lunch. Generally she was content to lounge around and wait for him to deliver it.

"Oh, nothing," she trilled suspiciously, and Watanuki's brow furrowed. In a surprisingly swift movement she managed to both bite his ear (hard!) and to run her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. He froze while her fingers danced at the waistband of his uniform.

She ran her teeth more gently along his earlobe and then unattached herself from him with great ease.

"Don't forget the sake, okay?" she said, grinning, and sashayed out of the room.

Watanuki blinked, looked down at the food, and then at himself. Yep, that was what he'd thought. He grumbled a bit, and then sighed and finished the lunch before going to the bathroom to pour cold water on himself.

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branewurms, 2008-09-22 04:52 pm UTC

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, Kurogane/Fai, distant, You like to keep me just one step behind

lysapadin
2008-09-22 06:43 pm UTC (link)

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, Kurogane/Fai, distant, You like to keep me just one step behind

Kurogane held out his wrist, blood already beading at the cut he'd just made. Fai took a breath, steeling himself to drink and only drink, and bent his head.

"Do you hate it that much?" Kurogane asked, before Fai's lips touched the blood that was welling up, slow and crimson. His voice was harsh.

Fai looked up at him, disconcerted by the question. "I already forgave you," he essayed, trying for gently amused. "Are you still feeling guilty?"

"That's not what I asked." Kurogane gestured, and the scent of blood wafted against Fai's nose. His nostrils flared at the heady scent of it. "This. Is it really as bad as you make it seem?"

He couldn't begin to imagine what had brought this on. The hunger snarled at him; Fai shoved it down. "It's not horrible," he said, and shrugged. "Don't fret yourself, Kuropyon."

Nicknames were losing their power to distract Kurogane; this time he merely scowled. "Would you just tell me the truth?" he asked. "Or would that actually kill you?"

The smell of Kurogane's blood was getting stronger as more of it welled up; it was beginning to trickle down Kurogane's forearm. The big lummox didn't even seem to notice, let alone care. Fai kept a firm grip on his instincts, and refused to stare. "I am telling the truth," he said, still as lightly as he could manage. "It's not horrible."

Kurogane frowned--oh, for pity's sake, that was his thinking look. "What," he asked, slowly, "does 'not horrible' mean?"

A bead of blood was sliding down his arm, following the line of a tendon. Fai forced himself to look away. "It means that I don't hate it. Are you planning on bleeding all over your clothes?"

"They'll wash." Kurogane shrugged. "What does 'not hating it' mean?"

It was no wonder Tomoyo-hime's courtiers spoke of Kurogane's tenacity in hushed tones. Honestly. "It means that I don't hate it," Fai told him, testy, and seized Kurogane's arm. He ran his tongue along the trickle of blood, eye slitting as the taste of it exploded in his mouth, rich with Kurogane's unthinking strength. Fai growled with the pleasure of it.

Above him, Kurogane's breath caught. "Oh," he said, Fai had to close his eye against the sound of his sudden comprehension. "You mean you don't hate it."

Fai held onto his composure with his fingertips. "It's not in my nature to," he said. He could hear the sudden surge in Kurogane's heartbeat, and the compulsion to pin, to take throbbed through him in time to it.

"All right," Kurogane said, simple. Fai had hold of one of his wrists; that didn't stop Kurogane from simply lifting him with the other, pulling him close with careless ease. "Go ahead."

And the idiot lifted his chin and bared his throat.

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lysapadin, 2009-02-02 11:22 am UTC

Eyeshield 21, (everyone/anyone)?/Sena, uke, "You're just too cute to resist, kid."

lysapadin
2008-09-22 07:05 pm UTC (link)

This was not supposed to have fucking happened. The fact that it was--and that it kept on fucking happening--was confusing the ever-living fuck out of Youichi.

For instance, this: Sena pressed up against the wall, flushed pink and panting, with one of Youichi's thighs pressed tight between his own. Youichi had meant to be terrorizing the fucking chibi into running faster in the second half of the game. Instead, here he was, sexing the kid up instead.

He had to stop fucking doing this shit, even if the kid was cute like a basketful of goddamned puppies.

And he would, too. Right after he managed to get his hands inside Sena's pants. Yeah.

---

It was the eyes, Kazuki decided. They were too damn big to begin with, and when Sena paired them up with that thing he did where he nibbled on his lip, the total effect was a fucking killer.

And that was what he was going to keep telling himself. Especially when he never quite knew how it was that Sena managed to corner him like this.

Sena made a sound around Kazuki's cock, sexy and wanting, and it shouldn't have been legal for him to look that sexy and that adorable at the same time, with those big eyes gone hazy, and his lips red and wet around the stretch of the cock in his mouth...

Kazuki groaned and threaded his fingers through Sena's hair, and gave up on thinking for the time being.

---

Sena was really too cute for words, Riku decided, and curled his fingers around Sena's cock and stroking harder. He ran admiring eyes over the way Sena had spread himself out, still built like a runner, even after all his training. Cute and sexy as hell, he decided, especially with the sounds he made as Riku ran his thumb over the head of Sena's cock, and the way his hips lifted into Riku's hand.

He could get used to extra training sessions that ended up like this.

---

Gen took one look at the way the kid was sidling over to him and shook his head. "No," he said, firmly.

Sena blinked at him, eyes huge. "What, senpai?"

The innocent act didn't fool him for one second. Gen snorted. "No, not interested, sorry. Straight." Although, if he'd been the least bit inclined in that direction...

Sena's blush made him want to reconsider, however briefly. "I, um. Oh."

"Yeah, yeah." Gen waved him off. "Go molest Hiruma some more. It does him good to be confused. Keeps him humble."

He'd have sworn that the kid was suppressing a grin as he ducked his head and murmured, "Yes, senpai."

Gen watched him go, considering.

It was a damn good thing Shin was going to be back from that training camp at the end of the week. Gen was seriously starting to rethink his spot on the Kinsey scale.

---

"Ah... ah, yes." Sena's head was thrown back, so Seijuurou took the opportunity to taste his throat, hips driving deeper into Sena. "Oh, yes, please..."

Seijuurou readjusted his grip on Sena's hips, lifting them higher, and obliged, fucking Sena deep and slow and hard, groaning at the tight grip and flex of Sena's body around him. Sena cried out, arching, as he came. Seijuurou groaned with the way Sena's body wrung even tighter around his, hips surging against him, faster and harder, until pleasure burned through him.

After, when Sena was curled up against him, looking drowsy and sated, conscientiousness prompted Seijuurou to ask, "So, what did you do while I was gone?"

Sena's smile up at him was slow and bright. "Well," he said, and told Seijuurou all about it. By the time he was done, both of them were hard again.

Really, Seijuurou decided, sliding a hand up the inside of Sena's thigh, they needed to send him to training camps more often. Sena's reaction to him being gone was too endearing for words.

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Doctrine of Labyrinths Series, Felix/Mildmay, dubcon and the binding-by-forms, "Felix had promised n

ificouldfly
2008-09-22 07:13 pm UTC (link)

Would it be rape if Mildmay asked Felix to make him do it? Making someone have sex, by definition, is rape, but if he asked Felix to, if he /wanted/ Felix to make him, what would it be? Would Felix do it? Well, that's a silly question. Of course he would. But would Mildmay ask him to? I don't know. The way they look at each other sometimes...

I can imagine them together, beautiful symmetry and awful disjointedness, that red hair, those mirrored faces, marred by scars and anger and bitterness blacker than the Sim. What would Mildmay's face look like if they had sex? Blissful? Angry? Resigned? Or would he just be happy? Would him asking Felix to make him have sex be his way of giving into the jealousy that I've felt from him since the beginning?

The two of them together, red hair mingling with red hair, scars sweaty and slippery with cum. Felix kissing Mildmay and Mildmay responding, pressing back so hard that their lips bruise. Biting at each other, nipping and licking and exploring, I can see them fucking in my mind's eye. Mildmay's mouth doing what I could never bring myself to do, closing over Felix's cock and sucking until Felix's mind lost control with ecstacy and he threw his head back and /howled/. And then Felix returning the favor for Mildmay, who would never scream but would pant and grunt and moan until he too came. Afterwards they would lay together in a heap, cuddling and kissing and telling each other how much they love each other. That's how it would be. I know it would.

That first time they would fuck, but the next time, when Felix had not ordered Mildmay and they were both doing it of their own free will they would make love, gentle and wonderful and painless except for that first penetration, which Felix would soothe Mildmay through, using oil and soft words and sweet kisses. They would fall asleep after that one, only waking up in the morning to smile at each other.

They'll do it. Now that I'm gone, out of that suite, it'll happen one way or another. Felix wants it too much and Mildmay's been fighting it for too long. They need each other, and in some ways they deserve each other. They will be beautiful and I will be forgotten as those two become absorbed only in each other and ignore the rest of the world.

Maybe the sex will loosen them up enough so that they can actually talk, work things out and stop hurting each other.

Maybe it will only spiral into madness and pain.

Maybe that first time will be rape after all, and it will kill them both, because Felix will want more and Mildmay will fear him at last.

And maybe, maybe, everything will be perfect, two hands intertwined, one tattooed and clumsy, the other dextrous and lithe. Kissing in the hallways, sneaked glances during the day, loud noises from their room at night. Both of them will get what they need: someone to love and be loved by in return, for everything that they are and all that they have done, as no one has ever been able to do for them.

And if this happens, I ask you, I ask you desperately: what will become of me?

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SEAN BEAN/JASON ISAACS, Auction 1/2

ennorwen
2008-09-22 07:24 pm UTC (link)

A/N: Okay, so I’m posting this with more than a little trepidation. Jason’s nervous (see first line, below) and so am I. This is my first piece of RPS ever and also my first bit of true D/s. I owe a lot to the writers of The Establishment and I’m sure you’ll not be surprised to see that the style and pairings below are rather derivative. I hope that’s okay and will be taken for what it is…that I learned from the true “Masters” of the game. I also owe a lot to Laura Antinou, whose “Marketplace” series I just finished. Thanks for reading the disclaimer and on with the show…and oh, Helens, it’s really a piece of “pre-auction,” rather than the auction itself – if I didn’t screw up too badly, I’ll consider continuing it through the auction and perhaps beyond, but we’ll see.

AUCTION

Jason’s nervous. He’s barely unbuttoned the first button on his shirt when he looks over and sees that Sean’s completely stripped, clothes neatly folded and stacked in the cubby behind him.

Jonathan and Cillian are in another corner, totally nude and teasing one another playfully. Decidedly not nervous.

Jason’s hand moves to the next button and then another, until Sean looks over and sees that Jason has hardly made any progress in undressing himself.

“This your first time on the block?”

“Yeah,” he answers, but he doesn’t want Sean to see his trepidation, so he answers again, more confidently, “Yes,” and picks up the pace. By the time he gets to his shorts, Sean is already laying out his other supplies.

“It’s not so bad, and it’s for a good cause. You’ll have fun.”

“If you say so,” answers Jason, but it’s the first time that Liam has asked this of him and he’s not so sure. They’ve only been together for six months and Liam has never shared him like this before. Even though Jason knows they’re among friends, he can’t help the shiver that travels down his spine as he steps out of his shorts.

“Be sure to prep yourself. There’s all kinds of poking and prodding that goes on ya know – the buyers have to check out the merchandise,” says Sean. He smiles suggestively as Jason looks at him wide-eyed.

“And maybe a little beating, too,” Jonathan adds, hopefully, “Sometimes the “buyers” want to know if you can take it.”

Jason gulps. He did want this – had even begged, he remembered with a smile, when Liam had brought it up. Told him he was ready. Really, he reminded himself, it isn’t much more than a boy-swap, but the idea of being on public display, being assessed by the others, poked and prodded and maybe even beaten, publicly, well, hell, the reality here was a maybe just a little too real. Nope. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto, he thought to himself.

He finishes stripping and like Sean, neatly folds and puts away his clothes. His hand goes to his throat wanting to grab at his collar to ground himself, until he remembers that it’s not there. Not tonight. For this night, Liam has removed it and he’s free. Yeah. Free. Right now he doesn’t think he wants to feel free.

Sean notes the movement out of the corner of his eye and smiles in empathy. He knows just how Jason feels. Unconsciously his hand moves to his neck too, even though he knows that he’ll not feel anything. Bill has his collar, safely tucked away in his pocket and Sean’ll get it back at the end of the evening. He misses it anyway.

“It’s good if you get into the headspace, Jas,” notes Sean. “Stop and put yourself there proper.”

Jonathan and Cillian snigger and instantly drop to all fours, taking the position they will be asked to use on the marble blocks that are set up in the auction room. The wiggle their asses in the air and each has a good laugh

“Like this!” They call out, finally collapsing in a pile of laughter.

Jason just doesn’t feel it. He knows he should. He wants to make Liam proud, but he’s having a hard time. He feels like a rank amateur and it’s starting to tell in the tension between his shoulders.

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Princess Tutu, Fakir/Mytho, Fakir knows what Mytho has on under that nightshirt.

lysapadin
2008-09-22 08:40 pm UTC (link)

Fakir knows exactly what it is that Mytho wears under that long nightshirt.

It's whatever Fakir tells him to put on... which, sometimes, means nothing at all.

The knowledge of how easy it would be to reach for Mytho--to put his hands between Mytho's legs and slide them up under the hem of his nightshirt, to stroke his fingers over Mytho's thighs and to fondle his body into arousal--makes Fakir's breath come short sometimes. It would be the simplest thing in the world; Mytho would permit it, as calmly as he permits Fakir to tell him what to dress and what to eat.

It would be so easy, the dark part of Fakir's soul tells him. So easy to reach out. So easy to possess and take his prince, the only way that seems possible now.

Fakir turns his eyes away from the long lines of Mytho's legs, bare and muscled. "You should get dressed," he says, managing to sound bored in his own ears.

Silently, Mytho does as he suggests.

Fakir hopes that his prince never realizes what a sham of a knight professes to serve him.

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xxxHOLiC, Doumeki/Watanuki, like you have anything better to do

lysapadin
2008-09-22 09:05 pm UTC (link)

Watanuki Kimihiro was at peace. There was no Yuuko-san bellowing in his ear for sake, and no Mokona cheering her on. The heavens only knew where Maru and Moro were; Kimihiro himself didn't know and most certainly didn't care.

There was only a sunlight-filled afternoon on the porch, with nothing to do but drowse and enjoy the lazy warmth.

A hand settled on his stomach and crept inside his yukata, and forced Kimihiro to open one eye. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, before he reminded himself that he was at peace. At peace, damn it.

Doumeki gave him That Look--the one that Kimihiro was pretty sure translated into "How do you even remember to breathe when you're this dumb?"--and slid his fingers across Kimihiro's stomach. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're trying to molest a poor boy who works his fingers to the bone to keep your lazy ass fed," Kimihiro said, pleased with the way each word dripped acid, even as the rasp of Doumeki's callouses made his skin jump and shiver pleasantly.

"And here I thought I was trying to molest you," Doumeki said, with his most infuriating stoneface. "Wonder how I made that mistake."

Kimihiro growled, and swatted at Doumeki's hand. "I was busy," he said, and stopped its slow creep south by catching Doumeki's wrist (and studiously ignored the fact that Doumeki was letting him stop him).

"You were napping," Doumeki pointed out. His fingers, stopped in place, stroked back and forth over the skin low on his stomach.

"That counts as busy!" Kimihiro argued, swallowing against the way heat tightened, low in his belly. Doumeki raised an eyebrow at him. "It does, damn it!"

"This would be better," Doumeki said, and Kimihiro had forgotten that the jerk had two hands.

The worst of it, he decided, as Doumeki's mouth covered his and a large hand stroked his yukata open to the afternoon sun, was how much he hated it when Doumeki was right.

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Code: Breaker, Oogami/Sakura, shounen manga didn't cover this
(Anonymous)
2008-09-22 10:01 pm UTC (link)

"So this is Sakurakouji-san's room," Ogami said, brushing past her. Navy blue bedspread with white pillowcase, karate and judo belt racks, uniforms clean and folded, volumes of Hajime no Ippo and Fist of the North Star arranged with military precision on her bookshelves. Sakura closed the door behind her, and he sat down at her desk. He was smiling--she didn't like that smile, it meant that he was up to something that she wasn't going to like.

She sat down on her bed and realized that she had never had a boy in her room, or even in her house. If Ogami weren't a murderer and she weren't committed to stopping him (or at least slowing him down), it would be like something out of a shoujo manga, or at least what she thought a shoujo manga would be like. She'd never read one.

"This is Sakurakouji-san's home"--something in the way Ogami said home made the smile disappear from his face, and Sakura thought, I like that look even less. "Home," he repeated.

He stood up from the chair and took off his glove; for some reason, she wasn't afraid. He fell to his knees before her and buried his face in her lap, and she sputtered out, "O-Ogami--"

"I'm cold," he said, and slid his ungloved hand into her skirt. He didn't go any farther than the side of her thigh, though, and they stayed frozen that way for a long moment. She shivered--perhaps trashy shoujo would have prepared her for this. Ogami's fingers inched their way up her thigh, and they weren't cold. When he slid two fingers into her (she had broken her hymen a long time ago but she was tight and not nearly wet enough for it to be comfortable), it didn't matter that he was lying because he yanked her underwear off and buried his face between her legs.

Sakura fisted a hand in her blankets and covered her mouth with the other. Even if there was no one home she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making her cry out. The hand inside of her had killed so many people; the mouth on her had announced their deaths, and she couldn't forget that, let alone forgive him for it--no matter how vulnerable he seemed--but when she came, twisting and muffling her shouts with the mattress and he slid up her body and kissed her, pulling his cock out of his pants, she ~~almost did~~ decided that maybe she should help him get warm again.

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Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, impossibilities

ladynero
2008-09-22 10:52 pm UTC (link)

Curled around a mako-poisoned Cloud, Zack ignored the rocks digging into his back or the way the tree roots were just a touch too uncomfortable to fully relax. They had been running since they had broken out of the lab under the Shinra Mansion, and any hopes Zack had of being helped by other troopers or SOLDIERs were dashed with the first squad they had run into. The only thing that saved both of them from being bullet-ridden corpses in some forgotten grove of trees was that there hadn’t been any SOLDIERs with the troopers. Only a SOLDIER would have been able to follow Zack when he had jumped off that cliff with Cloud.

“Wish you’d wake up, Cloud. I wouldn’t mind switching watches with you,” mumbled Zack, yawning as he tried to get comfortable in their hiding spot. He was running on pure desperation and determination at this point, unable to remember when the last time he had gotten any descent rest was. He didn’t even know how long they had been trapped in that lab, playthings for that mad tonberry disguised as a Professor. Was Aeris still all right or were the Turks still bothering her? Did she even remember him or had she given up and moved on with her life?

His thoughts were interrupted by the feel of a hot hand stroking the front of his pants, and Zack looked down to find there was a touch of awareness in Cloud’s eyes. He opened his mouth to greet his friend when a look of worshipful adoration appeared in those eyes, and Zack felt his heart clench as Cloud’s lips formed a single word.

Master.

Cloud wasn’t seeing Zack. He was lost in his mako scrambled memories. Zack opened his mouth to try and snap Cloud out of his memories only for his breath to leave him in a rush as that hot hand curled around his cock.

“Cloud...” Zack’s voice was strangled even as his body decided to remind him that it had been a fucking long time since he got to indulge his libido. He groaned as Cloud decided to fall face first into his lap, lips wrapping around his exposed cock before he realized that Cloud had pulled him out of his pants. He moaned as Cloud demonstrated the skills that he had learned under Sephiroth’s tutelage, and he gently tugged at the blond spikes, trying to get Cloud to stop. This wasn’t right. Cloud was his best friend not his lover or pet. Zack was nobody’s master but his own.

Suddenly, Cloud stopped moving as he slipped back to wherever he went in his mind, and Zack never thought he would be glad for one of these episodes. He pulled Cloud up, shivering as his spit slicked cock slipped out of Cloud’s mouth and tucked the blond under his arm. He could never use his friend like that, not if he wanted to be able to look himself in the eyes again.

Relaxing, Zack wrapped his free hand around his hard cock and started stroking, allowing himself to enjoy what Cloud had started. It was impossible for them to try to be lovers, since Cloud belonged to Sephiroth and Zack would never poach another’s lover. Closing his eyes, Zack allowed the image of Aeris’ impish face to fill his mind, replacing the visual of Cloud in his lap, and he groaned as he quickly came, spilling over his fingers.

Watch my pet for me. I will reclaim him, Sephiroth’s voice whispered in Zack’s head, causing him to shiver as a foreboding feeling slipped down his spine. Memory or warning, Zack couldn't say. Tucking himself back into his pants, he settled down to worry and wait.

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Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, a foreign feeling

ladynero
2008-09-22 11:22 pm UTC (link)

Stretched out on his bed, Sephiroth frowned at the ceiling as he tried to organize his thoughts. Something had changed in his life, but he was not quite sure what it was. The one thing he was certain about was that it had something to do with the blond trooper that was curled against his side, radiating trust even when asleep. He was not dissatisfied with Cloud. In fact, he was more than content with how his relationship with his pet was progressing. He had tried to discuss the strange feelings with Zack, but his SiC had simply grinned.

Congrats, Boss. You’re in love, Zack had drawled, lightly punching Sephiroth’s arm before walking off, whistling a cheerful tune and leaving Sephiroth even more confused than before. What did an unnecessary emotional attachment have to do with his confusion regarding his relationship with Cloud?

The blond shifted as if in response to his inner turmoil and whimpered softly. Sephiroth watched the young face twist in pain even as he reached out a reached out a hand, healing the abused muscles. He should have taken care of that earlier, to prevent the discomfort the extensive session had caused.. There was a soft sigh of relief from Cloud as the young teen relaxed against Sephiroth’s side, a slender arm snaking across Sephiroth’s chest as if to prevent the silver haired man from escaping the bed. Satisfied that his pet was comfortable again, Sephiroth returned his attention to his muddled thoughts.

Sephiroth let his attention return to his previous thought. Zack couldn't be right. Could he?

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Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, trinity

ladynero
2008-09-23 12:00 am UTC (link)

It was well known around the Shinra Towers that the easiest way to determine the General’s mood was to look closely at Commander Fair and Trooper Strife. If there was an open friendly smile on Fair’s face while Strife was wearing a look that spoke of long suffering, then the General was safe to approach regarding any matter that needed his attention. However, if Fair’s smile was more than a little strained and Strife was frowning hard enough to make rocks wilt with shame, avoid the General’s office for at least the next 48 hours, and ignore any sounds emerging from behind that locked door.

There was usually cadet or two in each new batch that decided to try for the position of the General’s lover, most often by breaking into the General’s quarters and waiting for the General to return while lying naked in the General’s bed. They were usually marched back to their unit by the General himself, a firm hand on the back of their necks and in whatever state of undress he had found them in. The humiliation was compounded by whatever punishment their commander could think up from digging ditches to marching across the parade ground in nothing but their boots.

The secretarial pool knew better than to try after a few hopeful ladies were politely turned down by Fair. They warned any of the new hires against trying such tactics and seemed content to just sigh wistfully whenever any of the trio walked past.

Hearing another wistful sigh from a secretary, Zack had to wonder if Reeve ever thought about using the secretarial pool as a source of energy. All Reeve would have to do is line the ladies up, parade Sephiroth, Cloud or even Zack himself in front of them, and let the sighs power a generator or two. The image had him biting back snickers as he followed Seph into his office. It wasn’t Seph’s fault that he was clueless about how attractive he was to other people, and if he tried to share that thought, then Seph would simply look at him as if he had lost his mind. Again.

The sight of Cloud stretched out on the couch, illuminated by a stray beam of sunlight, banished all thought of Secretary Powered Generators from Zack’s mind as a lusty smirk curled his lips. There were much better things to devote his attention to. As soon as he locked the office door.

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Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Aeris/Cloud, fourth wheel, "Why does it always feel like..." 1/2

mystiri_1
2008-09-23 03:35 am UTC (link)

Sephiroth could hear the slow breathing patterns that signified sleep coming from his three bed-mates. It was a bed in the loosest of terms, pile of thick quilts to from a mattress, and another thrown over the top to keep the sleepers warm. There were a handful of cushions scattered about, but the preferred method seemed to be to use somebody else as a pillow.

Carefully he eased himself out from under Zack’s head, sliding one of the ignored cushions into place. Zack made a small sound of complaint, but didn’t wake. Standing, he wandered over to the edge of Aeris’ impossible garden, and stared at the flowers. Dim light still filtered down through the hole in the roof, but it wasn’t necessary for someone with his night vision. All the flowers were tightly closed.

“You never stay to snuggle,” a voice said behind him. Aeris. He didn’t wonder how she managed to get up and approach him without his hearing it, because she was Aeris, and that seems to explain everything from why Zack started dating her in the first place, to how this garden grows. “Are you not comfortable sleeping with others?”

He felt quite horribly uncomfortable, things he both did and didn’t want to say welling up in his chest. But the question, although lightly toned, was neither teasing nor prying; there was an edge of something he preferred to think was sympathy rather than pity.

“It’s not that,” he answered. “It’s just – I don’t think I belong here.”

Aeris frowned. “Here, specifically, or here with us?”

“Here with all of you.” Sephiroth ducked his head, hair falling to cover his face in a defensive gesture. “I know you all mean well, and that you do care, but if I do belong then why does it always feel like I’m still on the edges? I feel like you three have let me into your relationship simply to keep me from being alone.” He managed to bite back a slightly bitter ‘I don’t want your pity.’

It was so easy to believe he was truly wanted when they were touching, when skin brushed skin, and all the words melted into meaninglessness. But afterwards, when it was silent, all the doubts crept back in.

And he had so many.

He was waiting for her denial, reassurance, but Aeris didn’t speak immediately. When she did, it wasn’t what he expected at all.

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xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, riverside

hullabaloo
2008-09-23 05:05 am UTC (link)

xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki, riverside

“Arrgh! The sun’s going down and I still haven’t caught any!” Watanuki complained.

“You make too much noise. You scare them away.”

When this drew no outraged reply, Doumeki discreetly shifted his gaze from the sinuous, glittering surface of the river. His suspicion was confirmed.

(He’s asleep again.)

Doumeki sighed and turned his head to stare, unimpeded, at Watanuki. His brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth stretched into a tight line.

(And dreaming.)

Watanuki’s face had gone completely slack, chin bent to his chest, shoulders rounded forward, fishing pole clasped loosely in his relaxed hands. The only motion to be detected was the slight ripple gliding back and forth over each eyelid and the barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest.

Doumeki hesitated. Should he let him sleep like this, or wake him up and make him go home? The idiot would yell at him no matter what he did.

(Send him back to me soon, Ojii-san. I don’t like this. Something isn’t right.)

Doumeki’s thoughts were interrupted by Watanuki’s sharp intake of breath. A flush had risen in his cheeks and the unbuttoned collar of his shirt was gaping open and closed as his ribcage expanded and contracted at an increased rate.

(Something is frightening him.)

Doumeki dropped his fishing pole. He moved closer and reached a hand out, intending to grasp Watanuki’s shoulder and shake him awake.

“Doumeki.”

Doumeki froze. It was spoken softly and muffled by sleep. But. The tone of Watanuki’s voice: it was not accusing, not indifferent, not scared, but…wanting? He swallowed, hand hovering just above Watanuki’s shoulder, and waited crouched next to him.

(I’m in his dream?)

Watanuki’s lips moved, but if he spoke, it was too soft for Doumeki to hear. The color in his cheeks spread down his face, while a separate flush crept up past his collar, the two merging beneath Watanuki’s chin. Goosebumps were appearing on the exposed flesh of his arms. A shudder passed through his body, but still he did not open his eyes.

“Do-Do-u-me-ki,” the syllables stretched out on a low, stuttering moan, raising the hairs on the back of Doumeki’s neck.

Doumeki rested his hand on Watanuki’s shoulder, the other cupped the side of his face, absorbing some of the feverish heat radiating there. Watanuki responded by leaning into his palm and sighing.

(What am I doing?)

Doumeki gently shook him. “Oi! Watanuki.”

TWHACK! Something solid smacked into the side of Doumeki’s head and he shut his eyes briefly against the pain.

(Ah. Watanuki’s fishing pole.)

He opened his eyes to find Watanuki staring at him; eyes huge behind glass lenses, mouth open, panting. The fishing pole lay on the ground beside them.

“Doumeki?”

Though it was slightly thickened by lust, the uncertainty in Watanuki’s voice pierced Doumeki. Fingers curling into the seam along Watanuki’s shoulder, he leaned forward, expecting the flailing and shouting to begin at any moment. His nose was almost touching Watanuki’s when Doumeki spoke.

“You’re awake now, idiot. Care to continue?”

And now Watanuki did pull away, but only by inches, not breaking the contact between Doumeki’s fingers and his face, and for that Doumeki was grateful. For a long moment, the only sound was the ceaseless murmur of the river. Doumeki stared steadily into Watanuki’s eyes, willing him to understand. Wishing not to have to explain. Needing for this to be less painful.

“Fishing?” Watanuki tried, offering a weak laugh.

Doumeki took a deep steadying breath and willed himself to refrain from throttling the moron.

“Don’t be stupid. You were dreaming about me, weren’t you?”

The pink flush grew darker as Watanuki finally found his indignant voice, “WHA-WHAT?!” he hollered. “WHY WOULD I DREAM ABOUT YOU?! THE NERVE! YOU ARE SO FULL OF YOURSELF,” Watanuki fumed. “WHAT FOOL WOULD DREAM ABOUT BEING KISSED BY YOU, DOUMEKI?!”

“Kissing?” Doumeki could not hold back a small grin. “That was just kissing?”

Watanuki gasped. If it was possible, his blush grew darker. In the setting sun, it was becoming harder to tell. “DON’T YOU SMIRK AT ME! THAT’S NOT…” he sputtered.

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Doctrine of Labyrinths Series, Mildmay/Felix, wet dreams, "the darkness, and the river, and Felix ha

ificouldfly
2008-09-23 07:06 am UTC (link)

I'm not drowning anymore. That is the first thought that runs through my head. I'm not drowning; I'm okay. Okay. Alright. Someone is holding me, and I won't die. His arm is around me and I can lean on his shoulder and catch my breath. He'll hold me here and not let me go. It's Mildmay. Mildmay won't let me go into the dark water again. I'm pressed against my solid Mildmay and he'll protect me until the end and let me cry against his neck and never tell a soul.

And then it happens. I feel it, he feels it, and I am horrified, absolutely humiliated as my cock goes hard between us. We both freeze and stiffen. Then he whispers, "You got the hots for me?"

"Yes," I snuffle, too shocked even to lie.

His breathing catches in his throat for a moment.

"Really?"

"Yes," I say again, and shrink away from the anger that I'm sure will soon come.

But no sooner have I begun pulling away than do his arms tighten as he pulls me closer.

"Shh, shh, it's okay. I don't mind. It's okay."

"It is?"

"Yeah." His mouth is right next to my ear. "'Cause I've wanted you for forever."

And then his mouth is on my wet ear, licking it, and my hands know exactly what to do even though my mind has gone numb. Up his shirt they creep, softly stroking the hard muscles there, feeling the power. His tongue moves to my neck and I whimper slightly, from cold or pleasure I don't know. I press my erection against his leg and can feel an answering hardness beginning to grow. It's too much and I turn my head and kiss him on the lips.

His tongue is as strong as his back, as are the fingers that undo the buttons of my trousers and stroke my waiting cock. I undo his trousers in turn, feeling the heat throbbing slightly in my hands, and as I jerk on it his tongue thrusts into my mouth and I moan outloud.

"I want you," he pants into my ear, one hand sliding around my hips to poke tentatively at my opening. "Let me have you. Now. I've been waiting for so long."

One wet finger slides in and I must gasp. "Yes, yes."

He gives me one last kiss on the lips, then turns me around against the hard rock wall in front of us and lays his hands on my shoulders for a moment before yanking my trousers down to my ankles and guiding my legs apart.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear, and then he is inside me, hard and big and hot, pulling my hips against his. Soft at first, then harder until he is pounding into me and we are both moaning and panting and his teeth are on my bare shoulder and it's so good. I can feel the pressure building within me, more and more until-

With a gasp I sit up in my bed in a little Grasslands inn. My nightshirt is wet with what I am almost positive is a mixture of cum and sweat. I am panting and shaking and feel wonderful and wretched, all at the same time.

Suddenly I remember whom I share this bed with and glance over in time to see Mildmay shut his eyes tightly. He'd probably seen it all. I'll bet anything he heard his name at least once.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I- didn't mean to wake you."

He doesn't say anything, and I unable to face him any more I spend the rest of the night huddled in a ball in the corner of the room trying not to remember how much I want him.

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Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, trinity

cetus_nightmare
2008-09-23 07:41 am UTC (link)

Zack is adamant on his trinities - that everything must be in balance and perfect. That everyone has to be an odd one out, that otherwise it will not succeed.

Cloud is innocent, eager, trying always always to be where Zack and Sephiroth are, hands and lips and tongue always looking, licking, searching for the next spot that will make his loved ones jerk under his ministrations; that when it is dark and he is the only one still only half-asleep, when he rests his head against Zack's chest and continues to pump Sephiroth's cock, he will be happy and loved because their arms are still holding him.

He wants to be as tough and strong and protective as Sephiroth and Zack so that he can keep up and they won't need to watch over him all the time.

Zack and Sephi, when they're thrusting into him and he's making these little moan-gasp-squeaks, don't mind protecting him and honestly, they don't want him to grow up because it will mean that he is as broken as they are.

Sephiroth is cool, reserved, quiet - not emotionless, but close enough - it was Zack and Cloud who drew him in in the first place, and their ready, accepting smiles, that made him stay. It most certainly has nothing to do with the way that their hair is down-soft and spiked, instead of tangled, knotty silver strands. Most certainly.

Whenever Sephi sighs and runs his hands through his hair, eyes lost in some sort of memory, Cloud and Zack exchange glances and tickle him, grinning all the while. When he responds with a glare Zack casually joins his lips to Sephi's and chews on his bottom lip; Cloud just imagines Sephi's hair splayed on a pillow while his tongue enjoys the texture of his snow-white dick and begins to pant. The look in Cloud's eyes is usually enough to get Sephi to stop.

Zack is happy, bouncy, hedonistic, cheerful; when he smiles Sephi and Cloud can't help but smile with him. He is the one who brings them small presents or makes them go out with him to a bar - and he is the one who brings passion and enthusiasm to the way Sephi and Cloud sink onto him, their hips rocking and their heads sucking his cock like sweets, not that Sephi ever had any but he can certainly learn from Cloud -

Zack also thinks that all trinities should be made out of a dominating person, a submissive person, and a girl. He wonders who is the girl three moments before Sephi pins his arms to the wall and Cloud jumps him and silences him with a kiss.

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Vampire Knight, Kaname/Zero, resistance is futile

ificouldfly
2008-09-23 08:46 am UTC (link)

"Do you want me to lose control with Yuki and accidentally bite her, turn her into a vampire? No. That's why I called you. You're practice. After all, it won't matter if I accidentally bite you."

Zero bit back what could have been either a growl or a whimper. True, what did it matter? He was already damned; why risk Yuki? At the same time, surely there must be another way.

Kaname's hand stroked down the front of his shirt and slowly began to undo the buttons down the front, fingernails catching lightly on one and ripping it off.

"I'm not sure she'll like you destroying her shirt," Zero said evenly.

"I'm not sure you should be talking right now," Kaname murmured back. "Quiet."

Zero swallowed a retort as a cool hand found his thigh and glided up under the skirt he had been forced to wear. At the underpants waistband they paused for a moment before slowly sliding them down his legs. At the same time, Kaname finished undoing the shirt and let it flap open.

"Pretend you're a girl," he muttered as he undid the bra around Zero's skinny chest.

"Oh my," Zero said in a high-pitched voice as Kaname began caressing his pectorals. "Are you sure you should- oh..." His voice trailed off as the pureblood began to bite softly at his nipples. "Are you sure you should be biting me?"

"No fangs. It's fine. Be quiet." Then he picked Zero up and carried him over to the waiting bed. Zero felt ill. This was the part he had been dreading most: the bed, and everything it meant.

Kaname didn't try anything more than kept kissing Zero's chest until he finally whispered, "Respond, dammit," and placed one of Zero's hands against his own shirt front.

"With what?"

"Undo my shirt. Touch me. Something, I don't care."

"Um..." Tentatively Zero reached up and undid the top button of Kaname's shirt, even as the man in question worked diligently at a hickie on his neck. The next button, and the next, until-

Oh fuck. Kaname was getting hard. Zero closed his eyes briefly before forcing himself to undo a fourth button. It would be over soon enough.

"Mmm, Yuki..." Kaname whispered in his ear as Zero slipped a hand in his shirt, and pushed up Zero's skirt in return.

"Oh, this won't do at all. We're playing lovers here, Zero." With that, Kaname grabbed Zero's wrist. "Come now, we both know you know how to do this." He placed Zero's hand on his own unresponsive sex and made him stroke it. "Come on."

Face burning with humiliation, Zero slowly began doing as told, trying to bring himself to hardness. It wasn't until Kaname kissed him and he could thrust his tongue into the pureblood's mouth that it began to work.

Kaname didn't say a word as he reached over to the bedside table and picked up a small bottle of oil. After a minute more of kissing, he removed Zero's trembling hand from his erection and instead placed it on his own bulging pants. Mind numb, Zero undid the button and zipper. Kaname pushed his pants down his hips, then reached down and rubbed oil on his hard cock. Zero squeezed his eyes shut and didn't open them even when one finger, then two, prodded inside him.

Finally Kaname leaned forward and whispered to Zero, "I'll be gentle." Then he was pushing his length inside Zero, slowly, slowly, filling him with pleasure and pain and complete shame. Kaname waited a minute to see if he was hurting Zero too much before slowly begining to rock his hips, in and out, faster and faster.

Zero didn't know when he'd begun biting his shirt, but it was the only thing that kept him from crying out as pressure built and built from the urge to move back. He didn't want to come, he wouldn't come--but he did, right before Kaname climaxed, arching backwards with a low moan and finally dropping down to lay across Zero, spent.

"I didn't try to bite you," he finally whispered. "I didn't, not at all."

"No, you didn't," Zero replied dully, staring at the ceiling. "Good for you."

"You can go now, Zero; I don't need you anymore."

Without another word, Zero stood up, biting back a yelp as his muscles protested. Then he shed the remaining girl's clothing and picked up his own uniform. A low phrase stopped him before he could leave the room:

"I'll find you if I need you again."

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Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, not what you expected

busaikko
2008-09-23 09:24 am UTC (link)

Title: we are, for some reason, all the time, bleeding (Weekend in Western Illinois mix)
Summary: Lines are crossed, but not the right ones. *way* too long

Rodney thought it would be hot. He thought about it a lot. He knew John had his own fantasies. They'd even acted some of them out. The thing with the jumper, and the time in the mud after the monsoon rain, and also any time involving blindfolds or scarves or painful-looking clamps? Those were all John's fantasies.

So he hadn't thought this would be different.

It was exactly what he'd imagined. And John had gone along with him at every step, looking faintly bemused at the amount of research and precision Rodney devoted to the project. First, they had to be on earth, and then they had to be in one of the nine cities in the continental United States where Rodney knew there were places they could go. He wasn't going to risk anyone's health or safety. All he wanted was to see John being fucked up the ass and fucked in the mouth at the same time. He thought that sounded hot.

And it was hot. Mind-blowing. He'd practically written a script, and he was paying the two men enough for them not to get creative and deviate. John had been cooperative and hadn't even said anything as he stripped off his clothes and folded them onto a chair. He'd given Rodney a challenging kind of look, as if this was some kind of peculiar indulgence. Rodney sat on his own chair, fully dressed, legs crossed at the ankles, halfway turned on already. John opened the door when he was ready and let the men in.

John got on the bed, knees wide, looking back in question, and the shorter man walked right up and spread John's ass. He checked that John was lubed, rolled on a condom, and pushed.

Rodney had wanted to be able to see John's face and his ass at the same time. He'd figured out exactly where to place the chair and the mirrors, and his eyes flicked rapidly over all his views. The ass end was basically porn, exactly what he'd expected, but John's face captivated him. There were subtle differences in John's expression between when he braced himself and when his body was breached, and Rodney felt a flush of triumph as John had to force his body to relax to let the man's cock in. John kept turning his head away, trying not to look at Rodney, trying not to be seen. It didn't work. His ass unclenched enough to allow the man to shove his cock home, and John's face as he surrendered was reflected above and below and straight on, his jaw working, his eyes washed out and a little stunned.

It was even hotter than in Rodney's fantasy, and he shifted on the chair, adjusting himself in his pants. He could see John breathing hard, panting, sweat shining on his shoulders.

They had agreed upon safety words and safety signals, even the guys who were getting paid, it was safe-safe-safe, but Rodney realised he'd been lying to himself a little. A lot. A safety word was only good if you used it, and he knew -- had known all along -- that John wouldn't. He supposed that he could stop everyone himself if he thought. . . if it went too far.

But right now the taller man was pulling John's head up, his fist knotted tight in John's hair, and he moved John's mouth onto his cock, and that was just -- there weren't words for it. He could go into sensory overload from this: all the Johns in the mirrors and the sounds of flesh on flesh, the smells of sweat and the sweet mint flavouring from the condom.

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Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Cloud, out of reach

ladynero
2008-09-23 09:59 am UTC (link)

Many would accuse Reno of being stupid, but that was because they didn’t know him and accepted his Slums punk appearance as the Gospel Truth. He was anything but stupid, especially when it came to his job as a Turk. So when Rufus Shinra returned to the office all hot, bothered and furious before ordering the Turks to put Cloud under surveillance, Reno knew the Boss’ current state had to do with big, blond and broody. Tseng had instantly assigned Reno the wonderful job of playing voyeur for Rufus Shinra.

Normally, Reno wouldn’t have gotten anywhere close to the person he was watching, but this was Cloud Fucking Strife, the man who could tie Rude into knots without breaking a sweat and who had taken on Sephiroth and won. Which meant if Reno wanted to keep himself healthy, he would inform Strife why he was stalking him day and night. At least, that was the excuse Reno told himself when he slipped into the backyard of Strife’s house and moved towards the back door. He paused with his hand raised to knock as his ears caught a faint noise. He waited and was rewarded with a repeat of the noise. A low breathy moan.

Oh this was just too good. Getting an eyeful of Blond and Brooding jerking off like a horny teenager would just make Reno’s day. Especially if any incriminating names were whispered during such a session. Smirking, Reno slipped inside the house and followed the moans up to the second floor. He froze at the first door he came to, unable to move or even really breathe at the sight that greeted him.

Cloud knelt on the bed as he worked a large dildo in his ass, sweat shimmering on his skin. The look on his face was one of devoted ecstacy, as if whomever he was pretending that dildo belonged to was some lost love, and Reno licked dry lips as he watched, small details registering in his mind.

The flesh colored latex that was fucking Cloud was the right shade for one of those make it yourself dildo kits, meaning that the dick that had created that dildo’s mold had belonged to someone important to Cloud since it was bigger than the blond’s own. A fact Reno was able to verify when Cloud sat back on his heels, driving the dildo farther into him while grasping his weeping cock to stroke in time with each thrust of the dildo. The way Cloud’s other hand came down to move his balls out of the way, giving a clear view of the dildo fucking his ass as if he were use to someone watching him like this.

The leather and mithryl collar around the blond’s neck with the light glinting off a symbol that only one man had ever used to mark his property.

Reno bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as Cloud cried out in denial as he jerked on the latex cock, coming over his hand even as tears slid down his face. The Turk couldn’t move, watching Cloud collapse on the bed with sobbing shudders as he whispered for the man who had collared him. A man who Cloud had been forced to fight and kill for the world.

When mako bright eyes slid shut, Reno was finally able to move. He slipped into the room and scooped up the blanket that had been knocked off the bed before spreading it over the sleeping blond. His actions produced a questioning whimper before Cloud settled again when Reno brushed a comforting hand over blond spikes. He would report his observations to Tseng, letting him know that Cloud Strife was so far out of Rufus’ reach that Rufus wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in Ifrit’s hands of reaching the warrior.

It wasn’t until he was back in his car that Reno realized his pants were stained with his own release.

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Yami no Matsuei, Touda/Tsuzuki/Byakko, taking the pain away

ladynero
2008-09-23 10:33 am UTC (link)

It was when Tsuzuki’s smile was strained and brittle, like too thin glass that would shatter and cut the shinigami’s gentle soul, that they were needed the most. That was when he needed his Serpent and his Tiger to make him forget his troubles and give him something different to focus on.

Not that Byakko would ever complain when he was drinking down Tsuzuki’s breathy moans while Touda demonstrated again why snakes made the best lovers with their lack of gag reflexes. Tsuzuki never ordered any of them to his bed, not wanting to be reminded that he was their Master despite wanting to be their friend, but Byakko and Touda could read the small commands in Tsuzuki’s body, following them to touch him how he needed to be touched to take the pain away that was usually inflicted by the bastard Muraki.

The only words that ever left Tsuzuki’s lips were ‘please’ and ‘yes’ when Byakko slid into him, pushing him farther into Touda as the Serpent curled long legs around them both in an imitation of his usual coils. Byakko would stoke his tail against whatever flesh he could reach as they moved together while Tsuzuki’s short nails would dig into skin, desperately hanging on to them as if his very sanity was tied into them not leaving him. They would move together with gentle motions, soft murmurs filling the air as the two shikigami worshiped their master with their bodies while soothing the wounds left on his soul.

When they were done and lying in a tangle of limbs, Touda and Byakko would cuddle close to Tsuzuki as silent tears ran down their master’s face, washing the pain away, and hold him as Tsuzuki drifted off into a nightmare free sleep to Byakko’s rumbling purrs and Touda’s curling heat. They would follow him into sleep, watching over his dreams even as they watched over his waking days, ready for the next time they were needed.

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Dexter's Laboratory/Powerpuff Girls, Bubbles/Dee Dee, pink.
(Anonymous)
2008-09-23 12:09 pm UTC (link)

When Bubbles flushes her cheeks turn into Dee Dee's favorite color. She can't resist and brushes her lips and fingers across the pink hue. She doesn't feel it's wrong, Dee Dee has no concept of what's right and wrong to touch. If something catches her eye she has to lay her fingers on it. Bubbles squeals under her curious fingers. They both are speechless as the Powerpuff's dress is pulled off.

“Your nipples are pink too! How cute!” Dee Dee giggles and pokes. She can't help it, they look like tantalizing buttons and Bubble's kitten like mews only encourage Dee Dee to press those “buttons” over and over and over again-

-until she finds a new object of curiosity, swelling between Bubble's dainty legs.

“Ooooh what does this button do?”

“Aaah~! So good. . .”

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After School Nightmare, Ai/Kureha, necklace

sky_pirate_tat
2008-09-23 12:12 pm UTC (link)

A torrent of wind blew their hair- one pink and light as cotton candy. The other's hair dark and heavy as a curtain. It barely lifted. One decked in children's Victorian garments, in a sinister-tragic tone; her opposite stood in shining armor. Though the armor did not weight her down as the Dark Knight's did. It uplifted and protected her. Ai's glare attempted to pierce through that armor. Her face fell.

“That won't work again.” Kurea held her eyes to the girl just as she held her own.

“How. . .” Ai hissed under her breath- one of her beads shattered. “Y- I'm the only one who can protect Sou!”

“How? You should know best how. This is a dream. If I want to protect myself against your predictable attacks all I have to do is deny your attacks will happen.”

“You're not as pathetic as you once were, Fujishima.” Ai drew her finger in the air and in one crescent motion she and Kureha were in a bubble of darkness.

“First Mashiro, then Sou. . . my you said you hated men bu you're certainly jumping fom one to the other.”

“If you count Mashiro as a guy.” Unintentionally they said in unison.

“I'm glad you finally see that.” Ai grinned.

Kureha wasn't as amused.

“You still love Mashiro even though he is actually a she. Why don't you go back to Mashiro? It would save Sou the grief.”

Kureha turned, tiring of the girl's sharp remarks. It was as if Ai were sharpening a knife, if one cut didn't do, she sharpened her claws then lashed again. Kureha felt nothing but apathy for this, ever since she reached her full potential she didn't experience as much emotional impact in the dreams.

“So how do two girls do it?”

Kureha stopped, she realized she couldn't escape the bubble. She looked at Ai, demanding the benevolent girl to free her. Instead she repeated the question.

“If I tell you, you'll let me go.”

“If you show me, I'll let you go.” She brushed her black hair out languidly. It fell back in place in strips. “Out of all the women Sou ventured with, you and Mashiro (aside from myself) have held his full attention. It's because you're lesbians. Men have a thing for them but it never works out. I tried to tell Sou before that Mashiro could never love him.”

Kureha's armor rattled with her impatience.

“Show me what my brother sees in you two. Then, I will let you go.” Ai's smile deepened. “It's only a dream.” She persuaded. Her words dripped with honey, her grin was as large and sweet as the devil's.

It's only a dream.

The words hung heavily. Kureha looked at her hands and undid the cuffs- nothing else.

Ai's childish facade and clothes shed as Kureha neared. It didn't start with a kiss, it began with hands as delicate as a kindergartener's dragging along her chest and pulling her nipples. Kureha's touch was course and a bit lazy but Ai had expected it, sex really is better when the feeling is mutual. She wasn't wet but Kureha pushed her fingers inside.

Ai's second bead burst. It hurt as badly as her first time with Sou. In and out, a repetitive agony that shook her body. She tried to block out the day she lost her virginity. How she gritted her teeth, wishing to push him away but she didn't- she didn't want to be like everyone else. She didn't understand- she had forgotten until Kureha reached inside of her. Ai felt like a part of her was being racked out.

But it didn't. Kureha let go. “Ai. Sou and I are just good friends.”

The third bead made a clatter, pounding the vapid space with the ring of broken glass.

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After School Nightmare, Sou/Kureha, sex and laughter

sky_pirate_tat
2008-09-23 12:13 pm UTC (link)

A dozen rocks pelted Kureha's bedroom window.

That's Sou. . . without a doubt. Kureha's brow twitched. She through the window, just as she did another rock hit the glass. Her eyes widened at the crack skewing the glass.

Cautiously she opened the window- a pebble whizzed by.

“Hey! Can't you tell I already know you're here?!”

Sou stared, then looked back and forth. He was silently scolding her for being too loud.

Kureha sighed, “well in any case, come up here. She turned away and plopped on the bed, waiting.

“So are you sure Mashiro will try to come in your room at all?”

“Yeah. . . I imagine he'll climb the tree again, like a prince and-”

“It sounds more like your own wishful thinking.”

The girl's brow wrinkled and her lips twisted.

“Anyways, you have something to do while we wait, right?”

“Um. . .” Kureheha jumped off the bed and scrambled for. . . she didn't know what. She came back with a pack of cards.

“The only game I like to play is old maid.”

A rustling in the trees prevented the game from starting. “That might be him! Quick let's look. . . suggestive.”

“Okay well you'll have to take your clothes o-”

A poofy slipper nailed Sou's forehead.

“Just get under the covers with me, alright?” Kureha fumed, her cheeks were red. Sou couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or mad. He didn't get girls. He crawled under the covers with her. It was strange to be in bed with a girl not smitten by him. He imagined what he felt now was a “true” sibling relationship, where sex wasn't needed to communicate.

“Mmm. . .ah! Oh! Eeek!”

“What are you doing?”

“I'm making noises so we sound convincing.”

“You're really bad at faking.”

“If it's so bad then make me sound real.” She swallowed, realizing the implications. “. . .I mean, tickle me. You know. . .”

“Like this?” Sou's head lowered, his lips grazed her navel. Kureha flushed, and then, suddenly-

“Eeeeeyah! Stop it, Sou!”

he blew a long winded raspberry.

His hands attacked her armpits but after a kick in the shins he moved to other ground. Kureha was too busy rolling with laughter to realize he unhooked her bra (artfully; one handed). Of course she was quick to notice when his hands traveled under her shirt and squeezed consecutively.

“Waaaahooohooohooo!” She screamed. “S-Stop!” She hiccuped between what little breaths she could take, she kicked groggily and scrambled , trying to tear him off, only her body was weak against the apprehended ticklish spot.

Later, when they looked back on it, both would have different side of how what happened happened. Sou claimed it just happened, he wasn't exactly sure or care how it did. Kureha was confident that it started right when he tickled her breasts.

Sou hesitated unbuckling his pants. He averted his eyes, ashame. Ddint' she say she trusted him? He couldn't believe it, seeing Kureha's long fingers undo the clasp. The belt buckle jangled, hanging loosely around his pants and it jingled again with the zipper undon and his pants pulled from his hips. The whole while Kureha's head craned back, avoiding the sight of him naked.

“Kureha-”

“You're my friend, Sou. I know you won't hurt me.”

Kureha was warm like all the other girls Sou had felt from the outside in. He grunted, amazed by how tightly she clung to his member, he felt like she really needed him, yet she didn't. She may have been demanding to him the rest of the time but in bed she didn't ask for anything. Even entwined and gasping, and laughing still that's all they were- two friends drawing something from the other, but letting go. They didn't need what romantic partners craved- to pull the other's soul out and keep it to themselves. They felt but took nothing, and laughing all the way they forgot about revenge.

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Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet, alabaster

sky_pirate_tat
2008-09-23 12:16 pm UTC (link)

Her body was hot against the cold alabaster stoned wall. Zidane's lips brushed her ear unintentionally- he was whispering and she was shuddering under words she heard but couldn't listen to. Her legs wrapped around him almost slipped. He chuckled and hefted her up, hands on her buttocks.

“Ooh Soft.”

“Don't say things like that.” She huffed. It contained a pound of excitement and a dash of annoyance. Zidane's grin widened, happening upon a vulnerable spot. Suddenly the Queen's reservations were treated like documents whisked away to the floor and neglected. Zidane had to hush her with a kiss, her moan reverberated in his throat.

“Do yo want to blow our cover?” He taunted.

Garnet barely shook her head, overwhelmed by him. She wondered how she was still in Zidane's arms, her body felt loose and she was shaking. Oblivious that she was clinging tight. The col alabaster was forgotten as well as the rest of her surroundings- or that Beatrix and Steiner were probably looking for her. She had slipped out in the middle of a political meeting, something she normally wouldn't do but she couldn't concentrate. She was boiled over with stress on Burmecia's repairs- still and the negotiations with the lost continents, because they were coming to a close were ever more tiring. She felt ashamed that sometimes she wished she could run away from duties, with Zidane ad explore the world again. For now she settled with forgetting her anxieties in his arms.

“Nnn” Zidane became still, much to Garnet's disappointment. She was almost at that state Zidane was in now.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered.

Garnet shook her head, letting go of her disappointment. “Touch me.” She muttered into his shoulder. Holding her by the underarms, the blonde lifted her up and they recline on the floor, still keeping within the shadow of the corridor.

In his lap, he held her head in the crook of his arm. She snuggled his chest, muffling her glee as fingertips danced and twirled in mediative motions across her clit.

“It g-go. . .” She stuttered, he smirked.

He rubbed the underside of the swollen nub and watched her as she reached her peak, legs quivering and bent in the air, and her head turned away, coming loudly despite her efforts not to.

As if on cue, the familiar clatter of armor raced around the corridor.

“Crap! It's Rusty!” Zidane's heart skipped and rapped his ribcage.

Thankfully for the Genome's life, he had redressed the Queen in time, if a bit haphazardly.

“Ah! Prin-Queen!” Steiner gaped, rushing to her side with a cling clang clink. “What happened?” He exclaimed, he no longer jumped to conclusions that Zidane had wronged Garnet.

“I dont' know.” Zidane lied with a shrug.

“What. . .what could have happened?!” A streak of sweat ran down the knight's forehead and sloped under his chin.

“She must be exhausted, after all, she had ha a lot of work these days.” Beatrix stepped in. Her presence helped calm Steiner. The woman knelt down and laid a hand across Garnet's head and moved onto her flushed cheeks. “She doesn't have a fever. . . I believe she fell asleep is all. It's nothing to worry about.” She said more to Steiner than she did to Zidane.

Beatrix stood brushed her hair out of her eyes. “I'll go back to the Meeting Room and apologize. Both of you take her to her room. Normally I would wake her up but Regent Cid is there. Both of you take her to her room.”

Steiner saluted and rushed ahead while Zidane carried Garnet. “Why are you in such a hurry, Rusty?”

“I must go ahead to make sure there's nothing dangerous on the way.”

Zidane shook his head, some things about Steiner could never change.

“Hmm?” Garnet stirred in his arms. “Thank you.” She whispered.

“No problem.”

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Final Fantasy IX, Steiner/Garnet, m'lady

sky_pirate_tat
2008-09-23 12:17 pm UTC (link)

“Steiner, are you all right?” Garnet asks, her voice is as gentle as a pond ripple. In thoughts he would rather not think, her voice can also be high and needy. A series of breaths rather than words.

“A-um! Nothing, my Queen.” He turns away from her, if he looks he'll see his dream vividly. Her under and wrapped around him, Zidane cast off, defeated in a corner.

“Steiner, I'm starting to think you need a vacation.”

“Nonsense! Protecting you is such a pleasure it's hardly work.” He is finding it hard to ignore her perfume. With trouble he pushes back the bittersweet scent that lies between pearlescent thighs.

“Have you ever considered the Black Mage Village? They turned it into a resort. They even have a magically made beach.” Garnet cocks her head, her eyes squint at him in concern.

Steiners armor, which was already becoming uncomfortable feels like a steel warehouse in the dessert.

“Are you well?” Garnet is about to take his temperature but he rushes off, screaming. He dares not to imagine skin softer than a chocobo feather. He dares harder not to put all the pieces together or that she's as warm and tight as. . .dare he quote a line from the play Tantulus performed last week? Apple Pie. In his wet dream her slit even tastes like cinnamon.

“Steiner.”

The Knight of Pluto jumps as high as his heavy armor allows.

“B-Beatrix.” He sputters.

“Queen Garnet sent me to check up on you. You shouldn't worry her.”

“I- Please tell the Queen I resign!”

“Resign?!” Beatrix grabs him by the shoulders before he can run off wailing.

“Steiner, what can make you do such a thing?!”

“I. . .”

“Answer me, please.”

“I can't!” He broke into confused tears.

“Of course you can.”

“But it's a dishonorable thing! The thing I dreamed about. Why, I'm no different than that monkey-tailed scoundrel.”

“Steiner, whatever it is, I won't judge you or tell anyone.”

“I-” He paused. He didn't know if he could so much as whisper it aloud. Finally, with a momentum of courage- or was it Beatrix's grip tightening?- he spilled.

“I had a dream that I pushed Zidane away and did perverse things to the Queen!”

“That's all?”

But Steiner sputtered on. “I am a terrible, vile knight! No longer is the Queen safe in my keep-”

“Steiner!” The lady knight shouted for his attention. “It was just a dream, right?”

“Yes. But who knows now what I'll-!”

“Dreams are not blunt like real life. They carry symbols of how our lives are when we are awake and the weight of our emotions escalate in them.” She stared him straight in the eye, careful not to let him gon on a blathering fit. “Don't you think your dream is about how Zidane has threatened your pedestool as the Queen's protector. You don't want to let her go, do you?” She smiled softly. “You're like a father.”

The brunette was relieved to see him calm down and released him. “Come.” She gestured. “Apologize to the Queen. She's worried about you.

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