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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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Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Vincent, own me

shimyaku
2008-09-25 11:23 pm UTC (link)

You could find help in the strangest of places, so discovered Cloud, often in the most unlikely of people. That is, if 'help' it could be called.

And thus the blonde came to be in his current position: on his knees, legs spread, head pinned to the makeshift bed below. Just the way Sephiroth had liked it; completely submissive and exposed.

Yet by no means was it Sephiroth whom knelt behind him, pounding into his body; by no means did the silver-haired General still have any physical claim on him whatsoever. And the very thought brought a desperate tear to his eye, the mental and emotional claim the General still had on him growing all the stronger in his absence.

But his current possessor soon realised what he was thinking, what traitorous thoughts were floating through his mind, for suddenly the presence within him was withdrawn, leaving the blonde feeling empty and horribly cold. He should have known he couldn't keep his true yearning hidden for long.

"You ache for him, but he will not come.," the voice growled. "I own you now."

Cloud felt himself flipped over, back colliding with the ground and his legs forcibly spread by two opposing hands - one soft as silk, the other hard as iron. Then two blood red eyes were staring down at him; desiring, demanding, and unsympathetic.

"You will be taken this way from now on, by my hands only, and you will forget that delusional filth ever laid a hand on you."

Vincent thrust violently back into his body without warning, the blonde crying out as he came shortly after, a new (though familiar) name on his lips.

Yes, this was how it was meant to be. And suddenly he felt safe and whole once more.

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	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Vincent, own me ladynero 2008-09-26 07:44 am UTC (link)
	PURRS Oh lovely!!!! JUst lovely!!! and I'm glad someone took my prompt for this.. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Vincent, own me shimyaku 2008-09-26 09:16 pm UTC (link)
	Well it was my pleasure~. I'm so pleased you liked it! ^^ (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Vincent, own me aikonamika 2008-09-26 11:44 am UTC (link)
	Mmmmmmmm. ♥ Yummy. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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shimyaku, 2008-09-26 09:17 pm UTC

Naruto, Kakuzu/Hidan, guro

senri
2008-09-25 11:38 pm UTC (link)

lol... um.

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“You’re a mad dog,” is his partner’s decree, “not a shinobi. I’ve put down plenty of dogs in my time.”

And that’s the kind of bullshit that infuriates Hidan more than anything else. That casual dismissal of who and what and everything he is. A segment of the godhead, a priest, a master of his own bone-deep brand of faith. All these things. The lack of acknowledgment stings.

“And you’re an atheist,” he spits back. “You’ll burn in hell for fucking ever for your ignorance.”

“Agnostic,” Kakuzu corrects, eyes closing into slits. “There’s no profit in dismissing things out of hand.”

Agnostic, and what a waste. There is no room for shades of grey in this. You are or you aren’t, no path in between. “I’ll teach you.” He bites off each word between his teeth. “I’ll show you.” The godhead, magnificent, sparking obsidian and deadly.

Kakuzu’s hands on his body are always inhumanly steady. And every time, Hidan endures inhuman things. In ways, they’re both separate, beyond mortality, beyond humanity. Not subhuman, but other.

Hidan’s never learned by sitting still. He won’t teach that way, either.

He likes way Kakuzu’s calluses catch on his cock. He likes being met in kind: heat to heat, weight to weight, teeth again teeth. The slick wash of threads over his body, and then into it, under his skin, distorting it like grotesquely distended veins. No normal human could take it. His body is his altar. His body is divination, the skin opening, pulled back, exposing red muscle and blood to the air. Kakuzu’s fingers in his mouth, the man crouched over him, on top of him, immobile and implacable as stone. Divination, augury, signs read from the entrails. Hidan loves what can destroy him. He wants what can destroy him. For all his power, those things are beyond Kakuzu yet. So Hidan doesn’t love him. But he wants him, and that’s almost close enough.

Kakuzu leans over him. That torn-up face is all Hidan can see. The fingers twisted in his pale, fine hair. Every breath sparking electric hot laughing agony through him. Kakuzu moving his fingers in Hidan’s guts. The noise it makes. The squelching. Hidan arches up into it and laughs and laughs, that edge where it sounds more like rough-caught sobs than amusement. His partner. His partner in fucking, in fighting, in pain. Jashin. Yes.

“I find your arguments wanting.” the man’s voice is low and even as ever. Hidan the failed augury, the heretic eclipsing him. He is never going to be able to forget.

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Naruto, Sakura/Sai, sure Sai, a punch in the face can be considered foreplay...

senri
2008-09-26 12:14 am UTC (link)

If he didn't stop talking, Sakura was sure she was going to kill him. It was not the most opportune moment to be having those kind of thoughts, and really, the time to back out had come and gone long ago, but Sakura was a stubborn girl and now that the idea had come into her head it was hard to let go.

"Are you feeling quite all right, hag?"

Sai smiled down at her eerily. His fine artist's hands were splayed out on her hips, pale and spidery, and there wasn't a trace of a tan line where she knew for a fact that his belly shirt cut off. Sakura didn't bother to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. "I'm fine, Sai."

"Are you quite sure?" His eternally pleasant smile didn't waver a bit. "Because if this is too much for you... well, you wouldn't want to get strained. Perhaps another woman could join us? Miss Beautiful seems amenable enough to my company -"

"Are you seriously asking me for a threesome when we haven't done anything yet?" That was just insulting.

He tilted his head curiously. "It seems a common enough occurrence in the source material I've referenced."

Oh god, and he really meant it, too. Sakura could just picture Sai briskly plowing through a pile of bad romance novels and Icha-Icha specials, arming himself for the rigorous mission ahead of him: successfully pleasuring a normal female. So good at applying abstract concepts to tearing his way through squads of enemy nin, so bad at figuring out... this. Sakura sighed. So maybe the upbringing which had forged him into a nigh-unstoppable assassination machine had something to do with it. But still.

Being those cat-slitted eyes she could tell wheels were turning... oh god, he was gearing up for another go.

Sakura made a snap decision and Sai made a sound of surprise when she looped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him downwards. "Okay, Sai," she said. "This should be easy for you."

Sai looked up from his intense study of her navel. "You have been brainstorming as well, hag?"

Sakura forced back the compulsive tightening of her fingers around his throat and rolled her eyes upwards. "Sort of. Look... um, you read about oral sex, right?"

"An intriguing practice," he smiled. "Swallow, don't spit. Go slowly. Do not thrust into the woman's mouth as you come."

"Sure, Sai." She waved her hand awkwardly towards her nether portions, watching as his gaze followed her gesture and he - finally - got a clue.

She was confident he'd pick the details up quickly. Even if most of his reading had been for the reverse situation. He was a genius, after all.

And if she had to listen to him talk again she was going to have to break his neck.

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	Re: Naruto, Sakura/Sai, sure Sai, a punch in the face can be considered foreplay... (Anonymous) 2008-09-26 06:41 am UTC (link)
	THIS IS SO CUTE AHAHAHHAHA, I love it omg :) (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Naruto, Sakura/Sai, sure Sai, a punch in the face can be considered foreplay... -

senri, 2008-09-26 02:14 pm UTC

	Re: Naruto, Sakura/Sai, sure Sai, a punch in the face can be considered foreplay... wei_jiangling 2008-09-26 11:42 am UTC (link)
	snort Last line was brilliant. Sai would be so frustrating... XD (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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senri, 2008-09-26 02:11 pm UTC

	Re: Naruto, Sakura/Sai, sure Sai, a punch in the face can be considered foreplay... inkwell_ 2009-02-16 07:23 pm UTC (link)
	LMAO! This is great! <33 (Reply to this) (Parent)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!/Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Tsuna, hiding, they are all crazy.

shimyaku
2008-09-26 12:22 am UTC (link)

I have no words to justify this. My apologies.
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Tsuna could do nil but hold his breath as the door of the storage room opened, a lone figure looming in the hazy light that filtered in. It wasn't until a few moments passed that his eyes adjusted, and he noticed a thankfully unfamiliar face there - a coffee haired girl dressed in boys clothing. How odd.

"Hey! What are you doing in the janitor's closet?"

And asking questions... How suspicious.

With all haste the boy jumped to his feet, pulling the brunette inside and shutting the door behind them. "Shh! I'm hiding! Keep your voice down..."

"Oh, hiding? I'm hiding too actually. Fancy that." Haruhi ambled over to the other side of the small space, taking a seat on the floor.

"You don't look too worried about it."

The girl seemed to ponder this. "I am. But I'm about two minutes ahead of those in pursuit, so I have a little time up my sleeve before I need to get worried."

"I see." Tsuna refrained from scratching his head at the girl's confusing response. "Well, I just have to be really careful. I've got a crazed group of boys after me, and I never know what they'll do."

"Funny. I've got a crazed group of boys after me too."

Tsuna's mind boggled. "You don't say."

"I do. And you know what I think? One day someone's going to grope me by accident. Then it'll be all over. My life, that is."

"Yeah... Strangely, I know exactly what you mean."

"Really? You mean you're not really a boy either?"

"What? No!" Haruhi was looking at the him with a funny expression on her face, eyeing him up and down. "I am a boy and all my bits are firmly in place, thank you! They're just--! Uh, never mind."

"Right. Then why are these boys after you exactly?"

Tsuna sighed. "They want to get in my pants."

"...Oh."

"What about you?"

"They want to dress me up like an Ancient Egyptian, then have me serve outrageously expensive tea and wafers in porcelain that costs more than more than my house does, to a bunch of selfish female upper-class idiots with no sense of morality."

"I see... You know, I think I can hear them coming. I better split before I get cornered. Or shot at. Excuse me--" Backing away rapidly, the redhead flung himself from the janitor's closet and took off at great speed, hoping all the while that that crazy girl in boys clothing wasn't some diversion Reborn had instigated to keep him from running again. Because he would do that, oh yes, he was sure he would.

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RPF (other), Rachel Maddow/Keith Olbermann, genderfuck

fenellaevangela
2008-09-26 12:24 am UTC (link)

It's past 1am and I just finished so ... don't expect my best work :-P

PART ONE

Okay, it was true that Keith had often looked at Rachel and found himself more than a little smitten. And, yes, he may have wished once or twice that they weren't a straight man and a gay woman. But if he had known this would happen, he would have kept his mouth shut.

"Rachel. Rachel, pick up the phone." Keith squirmed in his seat. "I don't care what you’re doing, I don't care what time it is, pick up the goddamn phone before I - "

"If this doesn't involve your imminent death, you can look forward to it tomorrow at the studio."

"I am not going to the studio tomorrow." He wasn't. "There is no way - "

"Keith1" Rachel interrupted. " I was joking, you know." Keith said nothing. "What's wrong?"

"I'm - you're going to laugh."

"I won't laugh, Keith. Girl scouts' honour."

Keith was temporarily distracted. "You were a girl scout?"

"Are you kidding? Twelve girls in knee socks and kerchiefs? Of course I was a girl scout."

"So - "

"Nuh-uh, we'll talk about it later."

"Really?"

Rachel smiled. "Sure. Now tell me what's wrong."

There was a slight pause before Keith answered, just long enough to foster a little trepidation on Rachel's part. But when he finally told her, she was just confused.

"In ... what way?" she asked.

"In a literal way," he said, and for the first time Rachel noticed a change in his voice. Subtle but different, it could be ...

"Can you come over?" he asked.

It was late but that didn't matter. She threw on a jacket, put on a pair of shoes, and left.

*

"Oh my God."

Keith stood before her, bathrobe wrapped tightly around his body, foot tapping a quick beat on the floor.

"This is, and I don't mean to be insulting," he said, hands fidgeting. "Don't get me wrong, I love women; I'm a feminist. But this is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

Rachel nodded. "Understandable. I like plenty of men, but I wouldn't want to be one. So what ... how did this happen?"

"I wish I knew. It was the middle of the night, I woke up, and I had these." Keith gripped the front of his chest, squeezing what were undoubtedly breasts.

"If it's any consolation," Rachel told him, smirking slightly, "You make a surprisingly attractive woman."

Keith smiled back, the first time he had looked anything besides panicked or stressed since Rachel arrived.

"Thank you," he said. "I almost believe that, coming from a connoisseur such as yourself."

"No, really, Keith." Rachel stepped closer and brushed an imaginary speck of lint off of his shoulder. "This look is good on you. Are you, ah, all woman?"

Keith's eyes widened. "Um ... yes?"

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RPF (other), Rachel Maddow/Keith Olbermann, genderfuck, 2/2

fenellaevangela
2008-09-26 12:25 am UTC (link)

PART TWO

Rachel's hand slid down his arm and came to rest at his hip. "And would it be entirely inappropriate if I did this?" she asked, her thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of Keith's robe.

Keith stiffened. "Rachel...”

She dropped her hand and took a step back. "Sorry. I didn't mean...”

Keith took a deep breath, seemed to brace himself. Rachel couldn't tell if he was going to yell at her or hit her, but at the moment she thought she deserved either. Why had she done something so stupid, practically jump on him when he was vulnerable? She knew Keith liked her, but that hardly gave her the right -

Suddenly Keith's arms were around her, his hands, newly delicate, perched on the small of her back. Rachel could feel his breasts brush against her as he pulled her closer.

"It's completely appropriate," he murmured. She smiled, brought her arms up to his shoulders.

"You're sure?" she asked.

He nodded, his face so close she could count his eyelashes. "Given that I don't know how this happened or how long it might last, I should probably familiarize myself with my new body."

"'Familiarize'?"

"That's right." He squeezed her waist, a smile on his lips. "Care to help me?" he asked her.

"I'd love to," she said, then leaned in slowly to kiss him.

They stood there, kissing lazily until Keith gently pushed Rachel away. He began undoing the ties of his robe as she slowly, deliberately, pushed it off his shoulders.

"Last chance to back out," she told him.

"I might," he answered, "If I'm the only one who's going to be naked."

Rachel laughed but ceded the point. She took a step backward and toed off her shoes, pulled off her shirt. Before she could even step out of the pajama pants now pooled at her feet, Keith's hands were all over her. She laughed again and batted him away.

"If you just wait a minute, we'll go into the bedroom and I'll show you the fun stuff."

He gazed at her reverently. "There can't be anything better than this, than you."

She shook her head. "Oh, babe; there's so much more I can do than just stand here and look pretty."

"No!" Keith said, horror in his eyes. "That's not what - "

"Keith, I was joking. Come on."

Then she led him into the bedroom where, Keith would later reflect, his transformation turned out not to be so bad, after all.

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Gokusen, Shin/Kumiko, future!fic, there would always be something hot about a woman who could ...

innervoice_chan
2008-09-26 02:04 am UTC (link)

Shin had learned a lot about fighting over the years, and by now his matches were occasions of excited interest in the city’s underworld. Kumi members from all over the city considered it an honor to spar with the Red Lion, but there was one person he never sparred with in public.

His wife.

Outsiders unfamiliar with the Kuroda heiress didn’t think much of it—sure, a yakuza woman had to be tough and strong-minded, but no one was actually expecting her to get down and dirty in a bare-knuckles fight. And the Kuroda family, who knew Kumiko very well, were pretty sure they knew exactly why Shin never allowed an audience for his conjugal spars: it wouldn’t do for the family’s brilliant young Fourth Generation Head to be seen getting his ass kicked by his wife in ten seconds flat.

This…was only partly true.

Mostly, he just didn’t want an audience for something that ended up being foreplay more often than not.

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“Oryaaaaa!” Kumiko charged at him, fist cocked back for a punch.

Shin stood his ground until the last moment, then dodged, grabbed her sleeve, and swept her feet out from under her. They went down with a heap with Shin on top, and he wound his arms around her, pinning her down.

She wriggled and squirmed, trying to throw him off. He grinned down at her, enjoying his momentary superiority and the feeling of her smaller body underneath his. She scowled adorably back in return, then did a little shimmy and arched up against him in a way that sent electricity through him--and that unbalanced him enough for her to flip him over and straddle him.

She was on top now, pinning him, grinning down at him with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Her arm was locked around his neck in a judo hold, and they were practically nose-to-nose, panting breaths mixing between them. Shin couldn’t resist stretching up and kissing her half-open mouth, flicking out his tongue to swipe along her lower lip. She started and lost concentration—she should really learn, he got her with this tactic all the time—and he managed to break out of her grip and stagger to his feet.

“You fight dirty!” she accused him, glaring from across the courtyard.

“And? So?” He grinned, shrugging his yukata’s shoulder back into place over a tattoo. She hesitated a moment, mesmerized by the movement, then shook her head to clear it.

“So your teacher should have taught you better than that! I think you need a lesson!”

She charged at him again in a flurry of punches and kicks, and now he was just dodging them, no hope of attacking. Finally, she landed a solid axe-kick to his forehead and he went down like a stone.

When he came to, Kumiko was hovering over him looking a worried and guilty and angry that she was worried and guilty, and he just grinned at her and pulled her down for a real kiss.

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	Re: Gokusen, Shin/Kumiko, future!fic, there would always be something hot about a woman who could .. (Anonymous) 2008-10-16 02:38 am UTC (link)
	This didn't have any comments for it, so I figured I'd delurk to say how much I liked it. x3 I love Shin/Yankumi, and this is just so delightful; an awesome future-fic of what could be. ::swoons:: You are awesome. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, paralysis

aikonamika
2008-09-26 02:08 am UTC (link)

“I can’t move.” Cloud’s voice was breathy with restrained panic as he stared upward at Zack and General Sephiroth. The other trooper who’d been with them was dead, lost to the same beast which had struck him and left the lethargy that had tugged at his limbs before deadening them so much that it was impossible to get any reaction from them. “I can feel, but I can’t move.”

“Seph? I’ve never seen anything like this – it’s not like Stone or anything. What’s wrong?” Zack was looking almost panicky, which was weird because Zack didn’t panic, at all.

“I believe it’s a poison,” the General replied, and at least one of them knew what was going on. He was oddly hesitant though, and Cloud wished that people would just go back to acting the way they were supposed to be. “If we get it out of his system before it progresses further, then he should recover fully.”

“So? What do we need to do?” With two pairs of blue eyes staring pleadingly at him, Sephiroth had no choice but to continue. Not that he would have left the trooper – Zack’s trooper, the one he’d enthused about time and time again and begged Sephiroth until the General had agreed to take the boy along on a mission to his hometown. Now he wished that they had at least procured the services of a guide before heading up toward the reactor.

“The fastest way to flush his system of this toxin would be through sexual release.” During the rather stunned silence that followed, the General looked back to Cloud. “That is, if you would consent to such an arrangement. If it bothers you, there are other methods, though they are more time-consuming.”

“I…” Sexual release, Sephiroth had said. And there was only the man himself and Zack here. That meant that they’d do…something with him, and while a part of him was panicking over the concept, another part was metaphorically hitting him over the head and screaming that he had better accept the offer, dammit. “I don’t mind.”

“You sure, Spike?” Trust Zack to watch out for him. The SOLDIER was having a quick silent conversation with Sephiroth just then, before looking back down at him. “You can choose which of us you want to do it to you, if you want.”

“I’m sure,” Cloud said quietly, and then almost plaintively asked, “Do I have to choose? Can’t I have you both?” He would later blame that on the poison affecting him. There was another silent conversation over his head.

“…we can do that.”

--

He couldn’t move himself at all, and so they shifted and manipulated him like a doll, stripping the torn uniform from him and propping him up on Sephiroth’s.

“It’ll be okay, Spike. Here, use this,” the last was directed to Sephiroth as Zack handed a Potion over, and then there were warm hands brushing over his nude skin from both men, and he would have arched into the touches if he could have. Zack came really close then and brushed a kiss over his lips, and he could at least respond to that, if he couldn’t do anything else.

Fingers sliding between the cheeks of his ass startled him, though his body didn’t react. Then a single digit slid, smooth and long, inside of him. Another followed a short while later, opening him wide; if nothing else, the utter lack of control over his body meant that his muscles relaxed rapidly. The Potion had apparently been handed over to use as lube, and his reading told him that it was good they’d figured something out.

Warm lips on his shoulder distracted him from the ache of being penetrated by something so much bigger than fingers, and Zack’s tongue thoroughly investigating his furthered that distraction.

It didn’t take him long to come the first time. When Zack pulled Cloud into his lap after that and started things over again, he thought that maybe that would be it. But no, under their touch he came again, and again, and again, until he was practically sobbing and there was nothing else that could escape from his body.

Before he passed out, though, he realized he could start to move again.

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Highlander, Duncan/Methos, yak butter

lferion
2008-09-26 02:23 am UTC (link)

Yak-butter, thought Duncan with some heat as he threw himself into his morning run, I’ll yak-butter you! Images of Methos — sprawled across his bed like an invitation to riot; licking a bead of moisture from the rim of his beer-bottle; tousled and damp from a shower, towel not quite slipping down narrow hips; grinning up at him over the pages of a book, the blade of a sword, the rim of a glass of good whiskey — played through his mind. Duncan ran harder, attempting to subsume the images in effort, but sweat and exertion brought their own images: Methos, sweat-slick, writhing in the sheets of his bed, panting and hard in the aftermath of Kristin’s Quickening; arched back beneath him, heavy sex moving, pressing against his own with urgent friction, the look of need and ecstasy on his face as Duncan brought him, finally, almost agonizingly, to climax and release.

The pounding of his feet on the pavement and the cool breeze in his face from off the water were not helping reduce the heat or the pounding in his groin. What had possessed the man to show up like that? To show off like that? Helping a man through Quickening aftermath was one thing, no more than the mutual grope and tumble of friendly relief, the simple comfort of another body in the bed, warm and familiar. This was invitation to something more than that. This was invitation in.

Duncan’s groin tightened again and he almost stumbled at the thought. Invitation into those beautifully tight, beautifully worn jeans. Into that mesmerizing channel between those beautifully firm buttocks. Buttered buttocks, slick and sweet and he was going to do himself an injury if he didn’t stop that line of thought right now. He stopped and leaned against the wall of the building he was passing, forcing his breath even, his heartbeat and thoughts to slow. Warm, yeasty air filled his nose. Fresh bread baking. He considered the pleasure of bread hot from the oven, and could taste the memory of it, slathered thick with butter straight from the churn, creamy-sweet. He remembered Graham, baking, dusted with flour, feeding him buttered bread, their mouths devouring, hungry for taste and touch, fingers digging into the butter-safe and slick, swift, piercing pleasure.

He turned and pressed his shoulders to the cool bricks, looking to the grey sky. It was going to rain. It was a weekend, Richie was on walkabout and wouldn’t be back for days if not weeks, Joe was breaking in a new band and new waitstaff. No crises. No commitments.

Methos in his bed, invitation in every line of his body.

Invitations … could be accepted.

Duncan bought three loaves of bread just out of the oven. The smiling girl at the counter (flour on her nose, an appreciative twinkle in her eye) scooped a more than generous quantity of butter (Oh yes, we get it from a local dairy, three times a week) into a tub for him and encouraged him to go directly home. (That butter’ll melt with all that bread in the bag. Best get it home quick!)

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Re: Highlander, Duncan/Methos, yak butter

lferion
2008-09-26 02:29 am UTC (link)

In the few blocks it took to get home the bread did soften the butter, but that was all to the good. Duncan left the tub on the counter as he stripped our of his running clothes and let a rain of hot water sluice away both sweat and apprehension. Methos, furled in the bedclothes, had cracked a eye at his entrance, sniffed blissfully at the bread and smiled to see him. He turned off the water, wrung the wet from his hair, toweled himself dry. Fresh towels in hand (he was _not_ getting butter in the bed) he went back out into the bread-scented loft. He was still more than half-hard. Walking, naked, intentional, all his senses aroused, only added to the rising warmth.

Methos, lying back against the pillows, all unfurled, was watching him. Deliberately, Duncan cut two thick slices of the still-warm bread and buttered them slowly and thoroughly. He could hear the rain, pattering against the windows. He thought he could hear Methos swallow across the room. His prick twitched. He turned, bread in hand, butter in hand, and let Methos drink him in with his eyes. He walked over to the bed, watching the color rise in Methos’ cheeks, his breath shorten, his thighs fall open and the flesh between them lengthen and darken.

“The butter’s fresh. I could make you butter-tea, if you’d like.” The caress of Methos’ fingers against his as he took the slice of bread made Duncan catch his breath.

“I can think of a better use for it than that, Highlander.” Laughter threaded the desire in Methos’ voice. “I expect you can too.” His eyes glinted as Duncan spread the burgundy towels on the dark sheets and set the tub of butter ceremonially in the middle. “In fact, I’m sure of it.” He took a bite of bread, and now it was Duncan’s turn to gulp, watching Methos chew and swallow and lick his lips, all the while looking up at him.

There was a smear of butter at the corner of Methos’ mouth. Duncan put his own bread down blindly, out of the way. And then his tongue was tasting buttered Methos, and Methos was writhing and trembling under him. He licked a path from lips to ear, along the tender line of his jaw, nibbled down that long, strong throat until hands caught his shoulders, pushed him just far enough away that he might hear the words among the breathless, eager noises.

“I want…”

“Is this,” One of Duncan’s hands had found the butter, scooped and slid behind Methos’ eager sex, between firm cheeks, seeking … there. “What you were thinking of?”

“Yes! Oh, yessss…”

Methos had hardly made a sound with Kristin’s fire in his veins but Duncan’s buttered fingers made him moan, moving in him slow and thick and sure, on him tight and slick and strong. For a moment, Duncan thought that he might come just from hearing and watching Methos come apart in his hands, but both of them wanted more. Methos whimpered when he withdrew his fingers, arched and cried out when Duncan entered him, taking him deep, not letting Duncan hesitate to fill him. For a long moment held still, amazed at the tight heat that held him, the needy, wonderful noises Methos was making. Then Methos was moving under him, they were moving together, and it was all fire and light and astonishing, slick friction until he could bear it no longer and his seed was bursting forth, a dazzling explosion behind his eyes. Moments after he came, Methos was convulsing around him, shuddering and gasping, drawing further shocks of pleasure from what he had thought utterly spent.

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Kingdom Hearts, Riku/Sora, braid

kunenk
2008-09-26 02:31 am UTC (link)

Riku doesn't let a lot of people touch his hair in the first place, and he's kind of reluctant to let Kairi and Sora touch it because Kairi tends to look as though she'd like to take a pair of scissors to his hair (not that he doesn't, well, need it at this point, but he'd like it to be on his terms), and Sora…

Well. Sora tends to play with his hair- winding it round his fingers, sniffing it, whatever. Riku thinks that this is because Sora's own hair isn't long enough to really do anything with, and would probably be even more uncontrollable than it is even if it was longer.

"You know," he tells Sora one afternoon, when it's just them with Sora braiding his hair for no reason other than Sora wants to and Riku's letting him, "you keep this up and people are gonna start calling you girly."

Sora thumps him on the shoulder. "Shut up," he says. "Anyway, you're the one with the girly hair." He tugs at the braid, which will probably turn out to be longer than Kairi's hair if they compare it, though Riku's got no intention of doing so.

"Yours'd be longer if we could flatten it," Riku says, reaching up to tug at one of Sora's spikes.

"Would not," Sora says, moving with the tug to kiss Riku. It's kind of awkward, like this, so they break apart and shuffle, trying to find a more comfortable position- or, well, just one that doesn't make their necks hurt so much, and lets Sora get a hand in Riku's pants, brushing the hairs there. Riku hisses, and works a hand into Sora's pants, and Sora grins just before Riku does it to him. "Ah…"

"That's what you get for teasing," Riku murmurs, kissing Sora.

"Jerk," Sora mutters, hand warpping around Riku and stroking. "I wonder why-" He cuts himself off, and Riku pulls back a little.

"Sora, what-"

Sora pulls on the braid to get Riku to come back, maybe looking a little worried. "No- I know why I like you," he says. "Stuff like this-"

"What, nothing about me?" Riku says, mostly jokingly, moving to pick up where he left off.

Sora rolls his eyes. "And I couldn't imagine not being close to you," he says. "I mean- who else would let me play with their hair and not tease me about it mercilessly?"

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	telesilla 2008-09-26 03:12 am UTC (link)
	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! (Reply to this)

	seanlily 2008-09-27 06:03 am UTC (link)
	Loved this Sean, strong, defiant but giving. And the images of him up against the wall, or down on the floor, mmmm. (Reply to this)

	seanlily 2008-09-27 06:17 am UTC (link)
	So sweet! Love the hand holding. (Reply to this)

	seanlily 2008-09-27 06:25 am UTC (link)
	I like! I wasn't sure I'd like Ed, but he has that intensity and making Viggo shiver, hot. (Reply to this)

	seanlily 2008-09-27 06:30 am UTC (link)
	First time for everything! Yeah Jensen for being pushy. And cowboys, yum. (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2008-10-10 08:52 pm UTC (link)
	Lovely and heartbreaking, especially considering what comes after. Thank you for this. --EOTU (Reply to this)

	Re: Naruto, Sakura/Sai, sure Sai, a punch in the face can be considered foreplay... inkwell_ 2008-12-24 12:43 pm UTC (link)
	Haha! Nicely done! :DD (Reply to this)

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