Ficlets
I filled a few requests over at the Reborn snippet/drabble/ficlet meme on pectus_pectoris's journal, and I THOUGHT I'd post 'em here for anyone who isn't reading over there ore doesn't want to, you know, dig through comments. None of these were beta'd, obviously.
Prompt: X27, The way you look beneath me.
Rating: R (language, non-graphic sex; dubious implications)
It was that look in his eyes that made Xanxus' rage bubble up and boil over and then collapse in on itself. That look like whatever Xanxus was, whatever he threw at Tsuna, whatever he did or said, that look was just so damned accepting. It said, it'll be okay, tough guy and I accept you and you don't have to change anything about you for my sake, which was a damn fucking shame, because when Tsuna was pinned down against the mattress and should've been fucking terrified of being fucked without prep and without permission, or used and thrown out like he was disposable, like trash, he had to go and give Xanxus that look, and it did change. Xanxus changed. Everything fucking changed, and it was all Xanxus could do to keep from crushing Tsuna against his chest too hard, because in that moment of desperation he wanted to hold onto the kid who could tear him down and build him up again with just his eyes. Wanted to hold that kid who took him on and took him in.
All it ever took was a look from Sawada, and Xanxus was desperate to earn the trust in those eyes, and desperately hating himself for wanting to make Vongola Decimo proud.
In the end, no matter how angry he was when he threw Tsuna onto the mattress, seeing that look made Xanxus treat him gently every time.
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Prompt: Alaude/Knuckle; If I never knew you.
Rating: G
Alaude was always cold eyes and a cold shoulder, even back when they were kids. Knuckle had thought for sure, for ages really, that Alaude only put up with him because they had history, and that the history they had didn't amount to much.
But Alaude always came round for Christmas dinners, always endured the crowding way Knuckle sat at his side - so close their shoulders rubbed. Once, when the famiglia had packed up dispersed and Alaude had finally relaxed, Knuckle asked if Alaude would've been happier if he'd never known them. If he'd be happier alone.
Alaude had turned red just slightly at the very tips of his ears and scowled at the last gulp of wine in his glass, and had answered in a very soft voice like a bird-song: "If I'd never known you, I'd never have known you." And the way his voice quavered explained everything.
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Prompt: X27; Profit is their constituency.
Note: I basically just took 'profit' and ran with it, on this one, orz.
Rating: PG (language)
Somebody asked, once, what Xanxus got out of his relationship with Vongola Decimo. The idiot actually asked what was in it for Xanxus, to take orders from a kid ten years younger than him, ten times weaker than him, and to kill for a kid like that.
Xanxus had arched an eyebrow and cocked his pistol, and Tsuna had been glad that the Italian criminal underworld hadn't had the chance to spread a rumor that Vongola Decimo gave himself to Varia's leader like he was some kind of reward for good behavior.
That wasn't the nature of their relationship at all. The truth of it was that Xanxus needed somebody who could see the good in him, no matter what he did. And Tsuna needed someone who could see that he was rotten to his core, no matter how soft he looked on the surface. Xanxus didn't mind killing for a guy like that, who could fool even himself into thinking he was doing bad things for the right reasons - but the truth was they split the profits evenly down the middle. Sure, Tsuna protected his friends and took care of his mom and made the mess that was crime into something neat and orderly and clean, but those were all pleasant consequences of the criminal behavior that Tsuna had, however he'd fought it, gotten good at. That's why Xanxus had been drawn to that tight piece of jailbait ass all along.
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Prompt: Hibari Kyouya + Shizuo Heiwajima - Namimori strongest vs Ikebukuro strongest (Durarara!! Crossover)
Rating: PG (language, lulz)
Hibari hates crowded places like this, so he finds himself relieved when the crowd appears to suddenly scatter. Calmly, he watches a vending machine fly over his head, landing with a crash just in front of him. If he hadn't paused for half a step, he'dve been crushed.
It makes him tip his head slighlty to one side and makes the tip of his mouth twitch. Someone, some delinquent disturbing the peace, is yelling behind him.
"IZAYAAAA~!"
Hibari side-steps in one graceful movement before lunging in again, pressing his shoulder tight against the chest of this howling blonde stranger. He's got one tonfa hitched up under the -- yeah, bartender's -- chin, and a spark in his dark eyes as they meet eye-to-eye.
"Don't crowd me. I'll bite you to death."
The blonde's face is twisted with rage and hate for half a second before it seems to rush out of him in an instant. Hibari feels a tinge of disappointment as what looked at first glance to be a carnivore deflates into something much less threatening.
"Uh," Shizuo says, blinking hard behind his blue-tinted sunglasses, "You're not Izaya."
Hibari lowers his tonfa and sighs, though his eyes are still sharp and locked on this stranger. He seems strangely familiar -- no, he's reminding Hibari of someone.
"Causing extensive property damage... that's against school policy." Hibari watches as the blonde's expression changes again, and he looks suddenly from Hibari to the vending machine and then back.
"Sh-shit! I'm sorry -- that's, that was, uh --" Shizuo is flailing a little, like he can't believe he stepped out of line like that, like he had a rage blackout just because he thought somebody was nearby. And then Hibari remembers who Shizuo is reminding him of, and the hint of a smirk that had been on his face vanishes.
Under his breath, Hibari mutters, "Damn bronco," and lightly taps his tonfa against the forehead of the blonde stranger. Louder, he says, "Clean it up."
And Shizuo does, automatically, before he can even think to ask the kid's name.
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Prompt: Spanner/Shoichi, Food that tastes as salty as tears.
Rating: PG (sex mentioned)
Spanner is a terrible cook. It isn't that he doesn't try, or that he doesn't understand the concept of a recipe - Shoichi has explained it so many times, that you just follow it like it's a build-manual - but that Spanner always has to go and add little flourishes and modify things because that's the kind of engineer he is and even though it makes Shoichi crazy, he loves Spanner for his brain. The root of the problem is those strawberry lollipops. Spanner loves sweets in bizarre combinations (the raspberry-matcha-alfredo incident, for example) but he can't ever judge balance or taste because he's got that hard candy pressed against his tongue all day, saturating his taste buds and sending his palate out of whack.
Shoichi doesn't like to have to be the housewife, always tidying up after Spanner's runs of inventing-just-anything-anywhere (necessary after finding a wrench, a three-pronged plug, and a wire-stripping knife in their bed, with his back, during sex). So even though usually Spanner's food is bizarre and occasionally inedible (to anyone but Spanner, anyway), Shoichi lets Spanner experiment in the kitchen all he likes.
The way he hums while frying up salted strawberries in butter is sort of endearing, like the way he misspells his own name in Japanese. When Spanner pours the fruit over rice (with too much soy, like it even needed soy) and watches with bright, hopeful eyes for Shoichi to try it, Shoichi can't help it - even if it's so salty it makes his throat burn and his eyes water, he smiles and finishes off every last bite, so that he can watch the way Spanner's face lights up when he asks for seconds.
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Prompt: 8027, It's like a game of catch.
Rating: Porn.
Back and forth, that's the way it goes.
Tsuna had admired Yamamoto when they were younger, for his easygoing personality and the way he seemed to be naturally good at anything he tried. Tsuna had wanted to be more like him, or if that was impossible, just to be closeby.
Yamamoto had thought Tsuna was cute all through middle school, with the way his face went red and his hair was always a mess and how he seemed high-strung. He was energetic and fun and his smiles, when they were real, had made Yamamoto feel kind of gooey inside.
Tsuna had been giddy and nervous, when Yamamoto stayed the night. He was excited for what could happen without really knowing what that was, and worried that Yamamoto would get bored or think he was weird, so he'd tried to play it nonchalant.
Yamamoto had worried, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was imposing or that Tsuna didn't really want him there, that night. He knew that Tsuna wasn't that kind of guy, could tell there was something tense about the way he reacted. But Yamamoto had smiled and laughed, and tried to be reassuring. Yamamoto liked Tsuna best when he acted like himself.
Tsuna had thought he'd seriously messed up, because Yamamoto laughing and easy by his side all night had made him feel so happy he'd forgotten his ploy just before bed. He'd tripped over a textbook he'd never bothered to open and fallen face-first into Yamamoto's lap. He'd been so surprised and embarrassed that he hadn't been able to collect himself enough to get off the guy, and he was having visions of Yamamoto telling the guys at school what a weirdo he was.
Yamamoto had gone red in the face because Tsuna's mouth - which he'd always thought was kind of plump and pink and attractive - was hovering near his dick. It was because Tsuna had tripped. Tsuna had tripped, and it was an accident, but Yamamoto had been so busy watching the way Tsuna went red to the tips of his ears that he hadn't had the wherewithal to even help him up. And then Tsuna was squirming and flailing and totally boneless, in his lap, and Yamamoto was getting hard.
Tsuna felt it, but didn't realize what it was until they were both red-faced and breathing hard and sitting seza on separate futons again. It was running through his head in circles though, Yamamoto's dick was hard when I touched it and oh crap I touched Yamamoto's dick and I touched Yamamoto's dick and it got hard and Yamamoto's dick got hard because of me and I gave Yamamoto a hard-on, and Tsuna didn't realize it but he was staring at the place where the folds in Yamamoto's sleep-pants weren't quite right around the crotch. Even his neck was turning red from thinking about it.
Yamamoto had watched Tsuna like he could read his mind, and realized all of a sudden that Tsuna might possibly not have minded that he'd gotten close to Yamamoto's dick. Without thinking, before he could have any doubts or fears, Yamamoto closed the gap between them and kissed Sawada Tsunayoshi for all he was worth. He hadn't bothered to worry becuase he knew it'd work itself out, one way or the other. Besides, Yamamoto found he liked the quick steady pound of Tsuna's heart under his right palm almost as much as he liked the feel of Tsuna sucking on his tongue.
Tsuna had gasped against the kiss and managed to get the first syllable of Yamamoto's name out before his brain completely short-circuited. He let Yamamoto push him back down onto the futon, arched up when Yamamoto's hand slid under his shirt, and squeezed his thighs together tight when Yamamoto's knee ground against his dick. Tsuna was hard, too, but completely useless now that he was overwhelmed with the feel of Yamamoto on top of him and against him and even inside of him (his tongue was big, and hot, and tasted like apple).
Tsuna might have dropped the ball, overwhelmed and overstimulated from the surprise, but Yamamoto picked it up and ran with it. He kissed Tsuna, stroked him, worked him open with long, thick fingers and stretched him out, taking his time even though it felt in the middle of it all like everything was happening at triple-speed. Yamamoto drank in Tsuna's whimpers and gasps and moans, and fed him kisses in return. When Yamamoto sank his dick into Tsuna, it was hot and tight and -- "S-so, so big," Tsuna gasped without thinking about how dirty it sounded coming out in that breathy voice against Yamamoto's jaw.
And then they were moving together, back and forth, the way it'd always been.
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8D Enjoy~
Prompt: X27, The way you look beneath me.
Rating: R (language, non-graphic sex; dubious implications)
It was that look in his eyes that made Xanxus' rage bubble up and boil over and then collapse in on itself. That look like whatever Xanxus was, whatever he threw at Tsuna, whatever he did or said, that look was just so damned accepting. It said, it'll be okay, tough guy and I accept you and you don't have to change anything about you for my sake, which was a damn fucking shame, because when Tsuna was pinned down against the mattress and should've been fucking terrified of being fucked without prep and without permission, or used and thrown out like he was disposable, like trash, he had to go and give Xanxus that look, and it did change. Xanxus changed. Everything fucking changed, and it was all Xanxus could do to keep from crushing Tsuna against his chest too hard, because in that moment of desperation he wanted to hold onto the kid who could tear him down and build him up again with just his eyes. Wanted to hold that kid who took him on and took him in.
All it ever took was a look from Sawada, and Xanxus was desperate to earn the trust in those eyes, and desperately hating himself for wanting to make Vongola Decimo proud.
In the end, no matter how angry he was when he threw Tsuna onto the mattress, seeing that look made Xanxus treat him gently every time.
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Prompt: Alaude/Knuckle; If I never knew you.
Rating: G
Alaude was always cold eyes and a cold shoulder, even back when they were kids. Knuckle had thought for sure, for ages really, that Alaude only put up with him because they had history, and that the history they had didn't amount to much.
But Alaude always came round for Christmas dinners, always endured the crowding way Knuckle sat at his side - so close their shoulders rubbed. Once, when the famiglia had packed up dispersed and Alaude had finally relaxed, Knuckle asked if Alaude would've been happier if he'd never known them. If he'd be happier alone.
Alaude had turned red just slightly at the very tips of his ears and scowled at the last gulp of wine in his glass, and had answered in a very soft voice like a bird-song: "If I'd never known you, I'd never have known you." And the way his voice quavered explained everything.
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Prompt: X27; Profit is their constituency.
Note: I basically just took 'profit' and ran with it, on this one, orz.
Rating: PG (language)
Somebody asked, once, what Xanxus got out of his relationship with Vongola Decimo. The idiot actually asked what was in it for Xanxus, to take orders from a kid ten years younger than him, ten times weaker than him, and to kill for a kid like that.
Xanxus had arched an eyebrow and cocked his pistol, and Tsuna had been glad that the Italian criminal underworld hadn't had the chance to spread a rumor that Vongola Decimo gave himself to Varia's leader like he was some kind of reward for good behavior.
That wasn't the nature of their relationship at all. The truth of it was that Xanxus needed somebody who could see the good in him, no matter what he did. And Tsuna needed someone who could see that he was rotten to his core, no matter how soft he looked on the surface. Xanxus didn't mind killing for a guy like that, who could fool even himself into thinking he was doing bad things for the right reasons - but the truth was they split the profits evenly down the middle. Sure, Tsuna protected his friends and took care of his mom and made the mess that was crime into something neat and orderly and clean, but those were all pleasant consequences of the criminal behavior that Tsuna had, however he'd fought it, gotten good at. That's why Xanxus had been drawn to that tight piece of jailbait ass all along.
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Prompt: Hibari Kyouya + Shizuo Heiwajima - Namimori strongest vs Ikebukuro strongest (Durarara!! Crossover)
Rating: PG (language, lulz)
Hibari hates crowded places like this, so he finds himself relieved when the crowd appears to suddenly scatter. Calmly, he watches a vending machine fly over his head, landing with a crash just in front of him. If he hadn't paused for half a step, he'dve been crushed.
It makes him tip his head slighlty to one side and makes the tip of his mouth twitch. Someone, some delinquent disturbing the peace, is yelling behind him.
"IZAYAAAA~!"
Hibari side-steps in one graceful movement before lunging in again, pressing his shoulder tight against the chest of this howling blonde stranger. He's got one tonfa hitched up under the -- yeah, bartender's -- chin, and a spark in his dark eyes as they meet eye-to-eye.
"Don't crowd me. I'll bite you to death."
The blonde's face is twisted with rage and hate for half a second before it seems to rush out of him in an instant. Hibari feels a tinge of disappointment as what looked at first glance to be a carnivore deflates into something much less threatening.
"Uh," Shizuo says, blinking hard behind his blue-tinted sunglasses, "You're not Izaya."
Hibari lowers his tonfa and sighs, though his eyes are still sharp and locked on this stranger. He seems strangely familiar -- no, he's reminding Hibari of someone.
"Causing extensive property damage... that's against school policy." Hibari watches as the blonde's expression changes again, and he looks suddenly from Hibari to the vending machine and then back.
"Sh-shit! I'm sorry -- that's, that was, uh --" Shizuo is flailing a little, like he can't believe he stepped out of line like that, like he had a rage blackout just because he thought somebody was nearby. And then Hibari remembers who Shizuo is reminding him of, and the hint of a smirk that had been on his face vanishes.
Under his breath, Hibari mutters, "Damn bronco," and lightly taps his tonfa against the forehead of the blonde stranger. Louder, he says, "Clean it up."
And Shizuo does, automatically, before he can even think to ask the kid's name.
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Prompt: Spanner/Shoichi, Food that tastes as salty as tears.
Rating: PG (sex mentioned)
Spanner is a terrible cook. It isn't that he doesn't try, or that he doesn't understand the concept of a recipe - Shoichi has explained it so many times, that you just follow it like it's a build-manual - but that Spanner always has to go and add little flourishes and modify things because that's the kind of engineer he is and even though it makes Shoichi crazy, he loves Spanner for his brain. The root of the problem is those strawberry lollipops. Spanner loves sweets in bizarre combinations (the raspberry-matcha-alfredo incident, for example) but he can't ever judge balance or taste because he's got that hard candy pressed against his tongue all day, saturating his taste buds and sending his palate out of whack.
Shoichi doesn't like to have to be the housewife, always tidying up after Spanner's runs of inventing-just-anything-anywhere (necessary after finding a wrench, a three-pronged plug, and a wire-stripping knife in their bed, with his back, during sex). So even though usually Spanner's food is bizarre and occasionally inedible (to anyone but Spanner, anyway), Shoichi lets Spanner experiment in the kitchen all he likes.
The way he hums while frying up salted strawberries in butter is sort of endearing, like the way he misspells his own name in Japanese. When Spanner pours the fruit over rice (with too much soy, like it even needed soy) and watches with bright, hopeful eyes for Shoichi to try it, Shoichi can't help it - even if it's so salty it makes his throat burn and his eyes water, he smiles and finishes off every last bite, so that he can watch the way Spanner's face lights up when he asks for seconds.
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Prompt: 8027, It's like a game of catch.
Rating: Porn.
Back and forth, that's the way it goes.
Tsuna had admired Yamamoto when they were younger, for his easygoing personality and the way he seemed to be naturally good at anything he tried. Tsuna had wanted to be more like him, or if that was impossible, just to be closeby.
Yamamoto had thought Tsuna was cute all through middle school, with the way his face went red and his hair was always a mess and how he seemed high-strung. He was energetic and fun and his smiles, when they were real, had made Yamamoto feel kind of gooey inside.
Tsuna had been giddy and nervous, when Yamamoto stayed the night. He was excited for what could happen without really knowing what that was, and worried that Yamamoto would get bored or think he was weird, so he'd tried to play it nonchalant.
Yamamoto had worried, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was imposing or that Tsuna didn't really want him there, that night. He knew that Tsuna wasn't that kind of guy, could tell there was something tense about the way he reacted. But Yamamoto had smiled and laughed, and tried to be reassuring. Yamamoto liked Tsuna best when he acted like himself.
Tsuna had thought he'd seriously messed up, because Yamamoto laughing and easy by his side all night had made him feel so happy he'd forgotten his ploy just before bed. He'd tripped over a textbook he'd never bothered to open and fallen face-first into Yamamoto's lap. He'd been so surprised and embarrassed that he hadn't been able to collect himself enough to get off the guy, and he was having visions of Yamamoto telling the guys at school what a weirdo he was.
Yamamoto had gone red in the face because Tsuna's mouth - which he'd always thought was kind of plump and pink and attractive - was hovering near his dick. It was because Tsuna had tripped. Tsuna had tripped, and it was an accident, but Yamamoto had been so busy watching the way Tsuna went red to the tips of his ears that he hadn't had the wherewithal to even help him up. And then Tsuna was squirming and flailing and totally boneless, in his lap, and Yamamoto was getting hard.
Tsuna felt it, but didn't realize what it was until they were both red-faced and breathing hard and sitting seza on separate futons again. It was running through his head in circles though, Yamamoto's dick was hard when I touched it and oh crap I touched Yamamoto's dick and I touched Yamamoto's dick and it got hard and Yamamoto's dick got hard because of me and I gave Yamamoto a hard-on, and Tsuna didn't realize it but he was staring at the place where the folds in Yamamoto's sleep-pants weren't quite right around the crotch. Even his neck was turning red from thinking about it.
Yamamoto had watched Tsuna like he could read his mind, and realized all of a sudden that Tsuna might possibly not have minded that he'd gotten close to Yamamoto's dick. Without thinking, before he could have any doubts or fears, Yamamoto closed the gap between them and kissed Sawada Tsunayoshi for all he was worth. He hadn't bothered to worry becuase he knew it'd work itself out, one way or the other. Besides, Yamamoto found he liked the quick steady pound of Tsuna's heart under his right palm almost as much as he liked the feel of Tsuna sucking on his tongue.
Tsuna had gasped against the kiss and managed to get the first syllable of Yamamoto's name out before his brain completely short-circuited. He let Yamamoto push him back down onto the futon, arched up when Yamamoto's hand slid under his shirt, and squeezed his thighs together tight when Yamamoto's knee ground against his dick. Tsuna was hard, too, but completely useless now that he was overwhelmed with the feel of Yamamoto on top of him and against him and even inside of him (his tongue was big, and hot, and tasted like apple).
Tsuna might have dropped the ball, overwhelmed and overstimulated from the surprise, but Yamamoto picked it up and ran with it. He kissed Tsuna, stroked him, worked him open with long, thick fingers and stretched him out, taking his time even though it felt in the middle of it all like everything was happening at triple-speed. Yamamoto drank in Tsuna's whimpers and gasps and moans, and fed him kisses in return. When Yamamoto sank his dick into Tsuna, it was hot and tight and -- "S-so, so big," Tsuna gasped without thinking about how dirty it sounded coming out in that breathy voice against Yamamoto's jaw.
And then they were moving together, back and forth, the way it'd always been.
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8D Enjoy~