Flash Fiction Fills Take 39 Part Two
a/n: Two more flash fics in a reasonably timely manner. One is NSFW, the other's perfectly safe. Enjoy!
For camfield
Prompt: Riku/Sora, sex in the dark
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts. Warning for smut. NSFW.
It was like being blindfolded, only without the rough cloth scratching against his face and feeling heavy across his eyelids. Riku blinked and blinked and still could see nothing but the shadowed outline of Sora stretched out above him, the occasional gleam of Sora's eyes when a beam of moonlight caught them.
The first touch on his abdomen made Riku startle, only because he hadn't seen it coming and didn't know what to expect. It was always difficult to anticipate Sora.
A breathy laugh echoed in the room. “Why did you jump?” Sora asked, or teased rather. “Think I'm going to hurt you or something?”
His palms were warm, soft, as they glided across Riku's belly, sweeping in broad paths. It wasn't an erotic touch, not really, but the heat they left in their wake seemed to curl in Riku's groin nonetheless.
“No,” Riku said, and his fingers drew into uncertain fists, hands bound as they were above him and to the headboard. He wanted to touch Sora in return, but that wasn't part of Sora's master plan. “It's just weird.”
Sora chuckled again, hands continuing a slow, sliding path upward. His fingers tickled over Riku's ribcage, pressing down hard enough to trace each rib beneath his skin.
“This coming from the guy who wandered around for weeks wearing a blindfold,” Sora retorted, and the slide of his inner thighs on the outside of Riku's hips was unbearably tantalizing.
“That's different,” Riku argued, and then his breath caught as Sora must have leaned forward, which enabled him to exhale hotly over Riku's chest.
Goosebumps broke over his skin. Riku licked his lips, heart pounding in his chest. Sora had barely touched him and he was already hard as a rock.
“I think you just don't like giving up control,” Sora murmured, and a wet warmth grazed over Riku's nipple.
He groaned, long and low, arousal tightening into a tighter coil within him. Heat blushed over his skin and he was grateful that the lights were off, otherwise Sora would tease him about his reddening face again.
Riku squirmed beneath Sora. “I didn't say I had a problem with it,” he countered, finding it harder and harder to concentrate with the way Sora's hands drew intriguing patterns on his skin. “Just that it was weird.”
Sora shifted a fraction and Riku gasped as his arousal brushed against Riku's, hard heat against hard heat, a sticky slide.
“Still weird?” Sora challenged, lips grazing over Riku's collarbone, every exhalation a tickling brush on his skin.
“Yeah,” Riku gasped, arching toward Sora's mouth, hoping to encourage more of the touching. “But if you stop I might have to put a keyblade somewhere unpleasant.”
Sora's body trembled with amusement. “We can't have that, can we?” He nuzzled against Riku's throat. “Nope. Not at all.”
For fuzipenguin
Prompt: RatchxTwins friendship
Fandom: Transformers G1, Dear Lies 'verse. Warnings: None.
“You're not recharging again.”
Ratchet nearly leapt three feet into the air from sheer surprise. How Sunstreaker had managed to sneak up on him, with no Spec Ops training, was an absolute mystery.
He half-turned to greet the gold twin, not surprised to find Sunstreaker leaning against one of the med-berths, arms folded across his chassis. “Where'd you come from?” Ratchet asked, choosing to ignore Sunstreaker's statement.
The warrior rolled his optics. “Been here for twenty minutes. When was the last time you defragged?”
Ratchet turned back toward his workstation, picking up the set of tools he'd been sharpening. “None of your business.”
Why, he wasn't sure, but Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had recently taken it upon themselves to nag Ratchet about everything. A task that was usually Wheeljack's, but some understanding had passed between the three of them and now Wheeljack spent more time with Prowl and Ratchet acquired a pair of Lamborghini nanny-bots.
“More than a week then,” Sunstreaker said, but more to himself than to Ratchet. “You've let your finish slide, too. You look terrible.”
Ratchet huffed a ventilation. “Wow, Sunstreaker. You really know how to make a bot feel good about himself.”
“Wasn't my intention, Ratchet.”
“What you really need is a good kick in the aft,” another voice inserted because, of course, where one twin was the other was sure to follow.
Ratchet didn't have to turn. He could see well enough, in the reflection of the polished steel in front of him, Sideswipe standing just inside the doorway of the storage room. He had that determined set to his faceplates, which spoke of how willing both of them were to drag Ratchet out and sit on him until he had a proper recharge.
He would know. They've done it before.
“You two truly are a picture of empathy and understanding,” Ratchet drawled, setting down his tools with a defining clink. He would be getting no more work done tonight.
He could protest until his tanks ran dry but in the end, the twins were more annoying, physically stronger when working together, and Ratchet really was exhausted.
“You know,” Sunstreaker said, rapping his fingers over his armor. “If you react like this every time Jazz gets close, eventually someone else is going to put two and two together.”
“You probably need some energon, too,” Sideswipe added with a mischievous smile curling his lipplates. “So why don't you just go ahead and stop working now. Save us the trouble of forcing you.”
Ratchet wiped off his servos, turning away from his workstation. “I know when I'm outnumbered. Harass me as you will, hoodlums.”
Sideswipe grinned. Sunstreaker rolled his optics.
“What would you do without us, Ratch?” Sideswipe said cheerily, juggling a cube of energon from his subspace. One probably laced with an additive sure to send Ratchet straight to recharge without protest.
They'd done that before, too. Ratchet pretended not to notice.
“Happily surrender to my depression?” Ratchet grumbled.
“We wouldn't let you do that,” Sunstreaker said, and all but attached himself to Ratchet's side. “Come on. I'll fix your paint before anything else. You're embarrassing me.”
“Sunny, you embarrass me,” Sideswipe commented.
“Shut the frag up, Sideswipe.”
“Make me, Sunshine. Better be careful though. Wouldn't want to get scratched.”
Ratchet shook his helm as the two bickered around him, the noise more than enough to stir him out of his melancholy. For now.
a/n: Two last pieces of flash fic to go! And I still have other oneshots sitting here in the queue. I really need to get to work on my resolutions list but I have all these plots crowding my brain! lol
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/212961.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.
For camfield
Prompt: Riku/Sora, sex in the dark
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts. Warning for smut. NSFW.
It was like being blindfolded, only without the rough cloth scratching against his face and feeling heavy across his eyelids. Riku blinked and blinked and still could see nothing but the shadowed outline of Sora stretched out above him, the occasional gleam of Sora's eyes when a beam of moonlight caught them.
The first touch on his abdomen made Riku startle, only because he hadn't seen it coming and didn't know what to expect. It was always difficult to anticipate Sora.
A breathy laugh echoed in the room. “Why did you jump?” Sora asked, or teased rather. “Think I'm going to hurt you or something?”
His palms were warm, soft, as they glided across Riku's belly, sweeping in broad paths. It wasn't an erotic touch, not really, but the heat they left in their wake seemed to curl in Riku's groin nonetheless.
“No,” Riku said, and his fingers drew into uncertain fists, hands bound as they were above him and to the headboard. He wanted to touch Sora in return, but that wasn't part of Sora's master plan. “It's just weird.”
Sora chuckled again, hands continuing a slow, sliding path upward. His fingers tickled over Riku's ribcage, pressing down hard enough to trace each rib beneath his skin.
“This coming from the guy who wandered around for weeks wearing a blindfold,” Sora retorted, and the slide of his inner thighs on the outside of Riku's hips was unbearably tantalizing.
“That's different,” Riku argued, and then his breath caught as Sora must have leaned forward, which enabled him to exhale hotly over Riku's chest.
Goosebumps broke over his skin. Riku licked his lips, heart pounding in his chest. Sora had barely touched him and he was already hard as a rock.
“I think you just don't like giving up control,” Sora murmured, and a wet warmth grazed over Riku's nipple.
He groaned, long and low, arousal tightening into a tighter coil within him. Heat blushed over his skin and he was grateful that the lights were off, otherwise Sora would tease him about his reddening face again.
Riku squirmed beneath Sora. “I didn't say I had a problem with it,” he countered, finding it harder and harder to concentrate with the way Sora's hands drew intriguing patterns on his skin. “Just that it was weird.”
Sora shifted a fraction and Riku gasped as his arousal brushed against Riku's, hard heat against hard heat, a sticky slide.
“Still weird?” Sora challenged, lips grazing over Riku's collarbone, every exhalation a tickling brush on his skin.
“Yeah,” Riku gasped, arching toward Sora's mouth, hoping to encourage more of the touching. “But if you stop I might have to put a keyblade somewhere unpleasant.”
Sora's body trembled with amusement. “We can't have that, can we?” He nuzzled against Riku's throat. “Nope. Not at all.”
For fuzipenguin
Prompt: RatchxTwins friendship
Fandom: Transformers G1, Dear Lies 'verse. Warnings: None.
“You're not recharging again.”
Ratchet nearly leapt three feet into the air from sheer surprise. How Sunstreaker had managed to sneak up on him, with no Spec Ops training, was an absolute mystery.
He half-turned to greet the gold twin, not surprised to find Sunstreaker leaning against one of the med-berths, arms folded across his chassis. “Where'd you come from?” Ratchet asked, choosing to ignore Sunstreaker's statement.
The warrior rolled his optics. “Been here for twenty minutes. When was the last time you defragged?”
Ratchet turned back toward his workstation, picking up the set of tools he'd been sharpening. “None of your business.”
Why, he wasn't sure, but Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had recently taken it upon themselves to nag Ratchet about everything. A task that was usually Wheeljack's, but some understanding had passed between the three of them and now Wheeljack spent more time with Prowl and Ratchet acquired a pair of Lamborghini nanny-bots.
“More than a week then,” Sunstreaker said, but more to himself than to Ratchet. “You've let your finish slide, too. You look terrible.”
Ratchet huffed a ventilation. “Wow, Sunstreaker. You really know how to make a bot feel good about himself.”
“Wasn't my intention, Ratchet.”
“What you really need is a good kick in the aft,” another voice inserted because, of course, where one twin was the other was sure to follow.
Ratchet didn't have to turn. He could see well enough, in the reflection of the polished steel in front of him, Sideswipe standing just inside the doorway of the storage room. He had that determined set to his faceplates, which spoke of how willing both of them were to drag Ratchet out and sit on him until he had a proper recharge.
He would know. They've done it before.
“You two truly are a picture of empathy and understanding,” Ratchet drawled, setting down his tools with a defining clink. He would be getting no more work done tonight.
He could protest until his tanks ran dry but in the end, the twins were more annoying, physically stronger when working together, and Ratchet really was exhausted.
“You know,” Sunstreaker said, rapping his fingers over his armor. “If you react like this every time Jazz gets close, eventually someone else is going to put two and two together.”
“You probably need some energon, too,” Sideswipe added with a mischievous smile curling his lipplates. “So why don't you just go ahead and stop working now. Save us the trouble of forcing you.”
Ratchet wiped off his servos, turning away from his workstation. “I know when I'm outnumbered. Harass me as you will, hoodlums.”
Sideswipe grinned. Sunstreaker rolled his optics.
“What would you do without us, Ratch?” Sideswipe said cheerily, juggling a cube of energon from his subspace. One probably laced with an additive sure to send Ratchet straight to recharge without protest.
They'd done that before, too. Ratchet pretended not to notice.
“Happily surrender to my depression?” Ratchet grumbled.
“We wouldn't let you do that,” Sunstreaker said, and all but attached himself to Ratchet's side. “Come on. I'll fix your paint before anything else. You're embarrassing me.”
“Sunny, you embarrass me,” Sideswipe commented.
“Shut the frag up, Sideswipe.”
“Make me, Sunshine. Better be careful though. Wouldn't want to get scratched.”
Ratchet shook his helm as the two bickered around him, the noise more than enough to stir him out of his melancholy. For now.
a/n: Two last pieces of flash fic to go! And I still have other oneshots sitting here in the queue. I really need to get to work on my resolutions list but I have all these plots crowding my brain! lol
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/212961.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.