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Title: Sublimation (theme #25, 50_reactions)
Pairing: EdxRussell
Rating: PG
The truth about Edward Elric was that he never did anything by half. He didn't believe in playing it safe or in smooth transitions. He did nothing to hide this truth, preferring to unfurl it into the breeze and let it writhe for everyone to see. He did nothing to hide this truth, but Russell still stood in shock as he fought for breath against the hard lips pressed onto his own.
For an instant he let his fingers go slack from their fisted stance, then tightened them up again quickly, believing that this was surely some sort of ambush. But Edward's eyes were rested shut and light eyelashes were splayed against his cheekbone and there was a slight flush to his cheeks - though Russell was fairly certain it wasn't a result of the passion of kiss, but rather from the breathlessness of their fight.
Ah, yes. Their fight. They had been fighting. Edward had somehow managed to back Russell into a corner, ready to strike. Russell's free hand, the one not curled into a fist, was a breath away from an array he had traced in self-defense into the layer of dust on a shelf beside him. Now, in the distraction of lips on lips and a persistent tongue prodding for entrance, Russell couldn't quite remember whether his array had been designed to disintegrate Ed's blade or to use it to cuff his hands behind his back. What he really wanted it to do was get the older boy off of him!
Russell grunted and shoved. Ed stumbled backward, tripping over a stack of terra cotta pots and a bag of topsoil, and falling but not before smirking and taking firm hold of Russell's suspenders. As he tugged him down, the gleam in his eyes making his intention all too clear, the ice broke and the
space between them evaporated.
Title: Collision Theory (theme #44, 50_reactions)
Pairing: RussellxEd
Rating: G
Russell Tringham did not believe in fate. He was a scientist, after all, and silly, unfounded things like serendipity did not interest him in the least. He did, however believe that things happened for a reason and that everything that happened was inevitable. It wasn't destiny, but hard, cold science.
Russell stared with more concentration into his microscope. He watched the cells move with one another, stomata opening and closing, cell division; everything that happened within these cells, within these plants, within this ecosystem, was determined from the beginning of time. Every particle in the universe abided by the dogma of physics and thus every action was predictable, if you tracked it to the molecular level.
So, while it wasn't fate or destiny and there wasn't any crystal ball that could have told him that Edward Elric would have shown up in the basement lab at Mugear's that night, and Russell knew that there was no greater meaning to their cosmic collision, he quietly thanked whatever force was responsible - deity or sheer dumb luck - for charting this particular course for them.
Title: Frequency (theme #8, 50_reactions)
Pairing: EdxRussell
Rating: NC-17
Russell was still occasionally amused by how easily he could make Ed moan. The older boy bit his lip, tipped his head back, and somehow managed to press his bent knees even closer to his chest. Russell steadied himself with his hands wrapped around Ed's ankles and pushed in deeper. As their breaths become more clipped and less rhythmic, Russell knew they were getting close.
These visits had increased in frequency in the past several months. At first, Ed had claimed to return simply to clean up some loose ends, then to peer around in the Tringhams' modest library, then to return an item of clothing that had somehow found its way into the tattered suitcase the Elric brothers dragged along with them. Soon enough, Ed was helping out in the greenhouse and staying up late to pour over complicated texts with Russell after Al and Fletcher had wandered to bed. They'd fallen asleep sitting up on the couch one night and Ed had awakened with his back pressed against a slender chest and long, wiry arms wrapped around his waist.
Normally, Ed would have reacted with rage and elaborate arm-waving...but it was rather early in the morning and it was rather warm there, so he simply pulled an quilt over them and drifted back to sleep. It wasn't long before they were "accidentally" falling asleep together on the couch nightly, and within a month they were "falling asleep" together in bed. Of course, sleep didn't last long then. And the Elrics' absences from Xenotime didn't last long, either.
Russell gasped as he felt Ed release onto their stomachs and pretended to not notice the bus tickets -sticking out of Ed's coat pocket, already purchased and dated for two weeks later.
Title: Sublimation (theme #25, 50_reactions)
Pairing: EdxRussell
Rating: PG
The truth about Edward Elric was that he never did anything by half. He didn't believe in playing it safe or in smooth transitions. He did nothing to hide this truth, preferring to unfurl it into the breeze and let it writhe for everyone to see. He did nothing to hide this truth, but Russell still stood in shock as he fought for breath against the hard lips pressed onto his own.
For an instant he let his fingers go slack from their fisted stance, then tightened them up again quickly, believing that this was surely some sort of ambush. But Edward's eyes were rested shut and light eyelashes were splayed against his cheekbone and there was a slight flush to his cheeks - though Russell was fairly certain it wasn't a result of the passion of kiss, but rather from the breathlessness of their fight.
Ah, yes. Their fight. They had been fighting. Edward had somehow managed to back Russell into a corner, ready to strike. Russell's free hand, the one not curled into a fist, was a breath away from an array he had traced in self-defense into the layer of dust on a shelf beside him. Now, in the distraction of lips on lips and a persistent tongue prodding for entrance, Russell couldn't quite remember whether his array had been designed to disintegrate Ed's blade or to use it to cuff his hands behind his back. What he really wanted it to do was get the older boy off of him!
Russell grunted and shoved. Ed stumbled backward, tripping over a stack of terra cotta pots and a bag of topsoil, and falling but not before smirking and taking firm hold of Russell's suspenders. As he tugged him down, the gleam in his eyes making his intention all too clear, the ice broke and the
space between them evaporated.
Title: Collision Theory (theme #44, 50_reactions)
Pairing: RussellxEd
Rating: G
Russell Tringham did not believe in fate. He was a scientist, after all, and silly, unfounded things like serendipity did not interest him in the least. He did, however believe that things happened for a reason and that everything that happened was inevitable. It wasn't destiny, but hard, cold science.
Russell stared with more concentration into his microscope. He watched the cells move with one another, stomata opening and closing, cell division; everything that happened within these cells, within these plants, within this ecosystem, was determined from the beginning of time. Every particle in the universe abided by the dogma of physics and thus every action was predictable, if you tracked it to the molecular level.
So, while it wasn't fate or destiny and there wasn't any crystal ball that could have told him that Edward Elric would have shown up in the basement lab at Mugear's that night, and Russell knew that there was no greater meaning to their cosmic collision, he quietly thanked whatever force was responsible - deity or sheer dumb luck - for charting this particular course for them.
Title: Frequency (theme #8, 50_reactions)
Pairing: EdxRussell
Rating: NC-17
Russell was still occasionally amused by how easily he could make Ed moan. The older boy bit his lip, tipped his head back, and somehow managed to press his bent knees even closer to his chest. Russell steadied himself with his hands wrapped around Ed's ankles and pushed in deeper. As their breaths become more clipped and less rhythmic, Russell knew they were getting close.
These visits had increased in frequency in the past several months. At first, Ed had claimed to return simply to clean up some loose ends, then to peer around in the Tringhams' modest library, then to return an item of clothing that had somehow found its way into the tattered suitcase the Elric brothers dragged along with them. Soon enough, Ed was helping out in the greenhouse and staying up late to pour over complicated texts with Russell after Al and Fletcher had wandered to bed. They'd fallen asleep sitting up on the couch one night and Ed had awakened with his back pressed against a slender chest and long, wiry arms wrapped around his waist.
Normally, Ed would have reacted with rage and elaborate arm-waving...but it was rather early in the morning and it was rather warm there, so he simply pulled an quilt over them and drifted back to sleep. It wasn't long before they were "accidentally" falling asleep together on the couch nightly, and within a month they were "falling asleep" together in bed. Of course, sleep didn't last long then. And the Elrics' absences from Xenotime didn't last long, either.
Russell gasped as he felt Ed release onto their stomachs and pretended to not notice the bus tickets -sticking out of Ed's coat pocket, already purchased and dated for two weeks later.