Ficbits~
Title: Peices
Author: Sra
Beta: None really, but Zalia read them over for me. :D <3
Word Count: 857
Rating: R-ish. Sex and slightly rough sex in the first two respectively. Torture in the last one.
Character(s): Badou, Alkaid, Yohji, Cliff, Orihime, Keman, Okita, Pens, Kenshin
Pairing(s): N/A
Summary: A series of unrelated drabbles.
Notes: Not an Oktoberfest entry, just lots of *~*~serious sex drabbles~*~*. I wanted to contribute something. I apoligize for the horrible butchering of character under the cuts. Feel free to request drabbles, anyway. I can't vouch for quality or even promise I'll do any more but hey, it's worth a shot.
The Brightest Thing, Keman/Orihime
He never expected Orihime to be so comfortable with touch. Something about her seemed so innocent and unsure, but it was Keman who started and stopped and Orihime who leaned gently and firmly into him. She coaxed him, warmed him, hid her own nerves well.
They'd come to that point slowly. That first kiss was accidental, heart-hammering teenaged nerves and hormones and emotions that made their lips clumsy and dry. He wondered how much of her response had been to spare his feelings until she fell back in the bed and smiled at him like he was the brightest spot in her universe.
It had been happening more and more between them, a little at a time. His hand bumped her hip, brushed her face and her fingers found the naked place between his shirt and neck, staying there a little too long, savouring the warmth.
Orihime's breath was hitching now. Keman could feel her swallow, his lips against the hollow of her throat. His fingers spidered beneath her shirt - and Orihime burst out laughing. "K-Keman-kun! S-stop nooo!"
She pushed him away weakly and Keman moved back laughing when she returned the favour. They lost their clothes in a battle of laughter, lost themselves in love.
~~~
Walls, Badou/Alkaid
His lips always taste like the inside of an ash tray, but it's only overwhelming the first or second time. Alkaid thinks she can find more subtle flavours like the metallic tang of blood or the sweetest food they served at dinner. It's funny she still likes the way he tastes so much when they're fucking so hard she'll be glad to have skin left on her back in the morning. Three years ago, when they'd first met, she never thought she'd be this kind of woman. It's all his influence that makes her callous, sometimes, when she just wants to be close to someone.
The others are gone. Badou is the only one who lived that three years with her, which is probably the worst thing that could happen to anyone. She wraps her legs a little tighter around his waist, panting against his shoulder when he breaks the kiss.
Badou takes the hint, shifting his arms to support them both better, and all without a real word between them though Badou strings expletives like he needs them to breathe.
They end up in a pile on the floor, sweaty and gross but pretty damn sated. Alkaid tucks herself up against Badou, soft curves against sharp bones.
"No cigarettes tonight, huh?"
Badou groans. "Don't fucking remind me. You ok?"
She thinks about it, her back still sort of itchy and burning, but Badou's looking down at her with honest concern. She flashes him a cocky grin. "Who do you think I am?" She laughs. "Yeah, eyepatch, I'm fine."
~~~
Aftermath, Cliff/Yohji
Adam was a lot more carefree than even Cliff. Ryou remembered, knew there was a universe somewhere that needed saving, but most days he just tried to forget it for waking up with a warm body beside him. Adam slept like a log, snored like he's sawing them. And he remembered, too, that Cliff once told him he was always a light sleeper.
He didn't know which one he preferred, but he knew which one he had and that's more than enough most days. When they'd gotten out that night, it was so blind and confusing he had nowhere else to turn. By some fluke or twist of fate, he'd lived until the next morning to find Cliff - Adam - standing over him. He was still surprised when he didn't wake up in an institute bed, even more surprised that they'd agreed to run off that night with Adam's friends covering their tracks.
But he was convinced, somewhere somehow, it was just a matter of time before they found him again. Adam still didn't believe his old life but some nights Ryou followed him out, watched him change and hunt in the little Japanese village as one of Landel's creatures.
It only happened late at night, and Adam always left before he changed and returned after. Ryou wondered if it was because Landel's hold was weak so far away or...
Or because he was just sleeping with a creature that shared Cliff's memories.
A warm, calloused hand spread across his stomach and Adam pulled him closer. Ryou started. How long had he even been awake?
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Can't sleep through your snoring." Ryou replied, smiling. He was being stupid again. Of course this was his friend. He just needed to learn to put the past behind him some day.
"Soo~ry," Adam huffed. "Here, let me make it up to you."
And he did, but his teeth on Yohji's neck felt too sharp.
~~~
Breaking Point, Okita/Pens/Kenshin
They slid into him violently and he bit down against the gag. Blindfolded, naked, bound so tightly at Okita's mercy - there was absolutely nothing Kenshin could do. This wasn't the other man's style. He was violent and his feelings were most definitely nothing short of contempt, but Kenshin had never expected him to stoop to pointless torture.
He wasn't thinking very much at all by the time the stabs became more violent and Okita's laughter turned pained, broke down into a fit of coughing that ended in sobs.
Author: Sra
Beta: None really, but Zalia read them over for me. :D <3
Word Count: 857
Rating: R-ish. Sex and slightly rough sex in the first two respectively. Torture in the last one.
Character(s): Badou, Alkaid, Yohji, Cliff, Orihime, Keman, Okita, Pens, Kenshin
Pairing(s): N/A
Summary: A series of unrelated drabbles.
Notes: Not an Oktoberfest entry, just lots of *~*~serious sex drabbles~*~*. I wanted to contribute something. I apoligize for the horrible butchering of character under the cuts. Feel free to request drabbles, anyway. I can't vouch for quality or even promise I'll do any more but hey, it's worth a shot.
The Brightest Thing, Keman/Orihime
He never expected Orihime to be so comfortable with touch. Something about her seemed so innocent and unsure, but it was Keman who started and stopped and Orihime who leaned gently and firmly into him. She coaxed him, warmed him, hid her own nerves well.
They'd come to that point slowly. That first kiss was accidental, heart-hammering teenaged nerves and hormones and emotions that made their lips clumsy and dry. He wondered how much of her response had been to spare his feelings until she fell back in the bed and smiled at him like he was the brightest spot in her universe.
It had been happening more and more between them, a little at a time. His hand bumped her hip, brushed her face and her fingers found the naked place between his shirt and neck, staying there a little too long, savouring the warmth.
Orihime's breath was hitching now. Keman could feel her swallow, his lips against the hollow of her throat. His fingers spidered beneath her shirt - and Orihime burst out laughing. "K-Keman-kun! S-stop nooo!"
She pushed him away weakly and Keman moved back laughing when she returned the favour. They lost their clothes in a battle of laughter, lost themselves in love.
~~~
Walls, Badou/Alkaid
His lips always taste like the inside of an ash tray, but it's only overwhelming the first or second time. Alkaid thinks she can find more subtle flavours like the metallic tang of blood or the sweetest food they served at dinner. It's funny she still likes the way he tastes so much when they're fucking so hard she'll be glad to have skin left on her back in the morning. Three years ago, when they'd first met, she never thought she'd be this kind of woman. It's all his influence that makes her callous, sometimes, when she just wants to be close to someone.
The others are gone. Badou is the only one who lived that three years with her, which is probably the worst thing that could happen to anyone. She wraps her legs a little tighter around his waist, panting against his shoulder when he breaks the kiss.
Badou takes the hint, shifting his arms to support them both better, and all without a real word between them though Badou strings expletives like he needs them to breathe.
They end up in a pile on the floor, sweaty and gross but pretty damn sated. Alkaid tucks herself up against Badou, soft curves against sharp bones.
"No cigarettes tonight, huh?"
Badou groans. "Don't fucking remind me. You ok?"
She thinks about it, her back still sort of itchy and burning, but Badou's looking down at her with honest concern. She flashes him a cocky grin. "Who do you think I am?" She laughs. "Yeah, eyepatch, I'm fine."
~~~
Aftermath, Cliff/Yohji
Adam was a lot more carefree than even Cliff. Ryou remembered, knew there was a universe somewhere that needed saving, but most days he just tried to forget it for waking up with a warm body beside him. Adam slept like a log, snored like he's sawing them. And he remembered, too, that Cliff once told him he was always a light sleeper.
He didn't know which one he preferred, but he knew which one he had and that's more than enough most days. When they'd gotten out that night, it was so blind and confusing he had nowhere else to turn. By some fluke or twist of fate, he'd lived until the next morning to find Cliff - Adam - standing over him. He was still surprised when he didn't wake up in an institute bed, even more surprised that they'd agreed to run off that night with Adam's friends covering their tracks.
But he was convinced, somewhere somehow, it was just a matter of time before they found him again. Adam still didn't believe his old life but some nights Ryou followed him out, watched him change and hunt in the little Japanese village as one of Landel's creatures.
It only happened late at night, and Adam always left before he changed and returned after. Ryou wondered if it was because Landel's hold was weak so far away or...
Or because he was just sleeping with a creature that shared Cliff's memories.
A warm, calloused hand spread across his stomach and Adam pulled him closer. Ryou started. How long had he even been awake?
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Can't sleep through your snoring." Ryou replied, smiling. He was being stupid again. Of course this was his friend. He just needed to learn to put the past behind him some day.
"Soo~ry," Adam huffed. "Here, let me make it up to you."
And he did, but his teeth on Yohji's neck felt too sharp.
~~~
Breaking Point, Okita/Pens/Kenshin
They slid into him violently and he bit down against the gag. Blindfolded, naked, bound so tightly at Okita's mercy - there was absolutely nothing Kenshin could do. This wasn't the other man's style. He was violent and his feelings were most definitely nothing short of contempt, but Kenshin had never expected him to stoop to pointless torture.
He wasn't thinking very much at all by the time the stabs became more violent and Okita's laughter turned pained, broke down into a fit of coughing that ended in sobs.