Rant, and fics
Ok, first of all, whoa. it has been a long time since I've posted anything in this half dead journal of mine. Jeez, well with family issues, and my dad going into the hospital, well, lets say that I'm a bit stressed. So anyway, I posted a fic here like friday, or thursday or something, on Yamane Ayano, and now I'll post it here, in my journal, which I should have done from over the weekend. Too many things piled up I guess... well, its two that I'll be posting today. An Asami one and a Bleach one that I'm not too fond of how it came out. I don't like it, But maybe others will. Who knows.....
Disclaimer: Viewfinder and all it's characters belong to Yamane Ayano, I'm just using them for my own personal gratification ^_~!
His
The sound of the rain pounding against the glass was muted to him as he drowned in a haze of pleasure. He only knew one thing, and one thing alone. That irrevocably, he belonged to this man. He arched his spine in a delicious cure as he felt that large cock being pressed against his prostate time and time again. He was being teased. But it mattered not. He knew that with this man, he will never ever complain of not being satisfied. Wide, large hands roamed his heated flesh, making him whimper as strong hips halted, then started up a slow tease that had him mewling for more, for anything that will make him reach his end. A husky laugh washed over him, making him shiver in delight. It said to him: I own you, I own the pleasure that you get. And it was right. He was his, and his alone.
153 words.
Mine
Have you noticed? That I am the one you run to anytime that you are in trouble? That you always take shelter in my arms as you hide from the cruel and hard world? I hold you close as you whimper in my arms shaking from whatever fear that you ran from. Isn’t it ironic that you find shelter in the arms of a man that had killed many? Dozens, scores of victims have met the cruel end of my gaze, but yet you are the only one who has come to me willingly, trustingly, sheltering yourself in my arms, shielding your self from the world, the cruel world which I have created and is a part of? You do this because you are mine, and you can’t deny that fact. This is why I hold you close to me and allow you to listen to my cold black yet beating heart. I will shelter you from this world that I have created because you are mine.
167 words
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Disclaimer: Bleach, and all it's characters belong to Kubo Tite, I'm just a poor peon, using them for ...things... >_>
Perusal
Vibrant red, crimson like blood, spread across his pillow like carelessly pulled silk. His fingertips gently traced deep black tattoos starting at the hairline, going down towards jet black eyebrows ending in jagged lines. Eyebrows smoothed calm by sleep. Byakuya pulled the sheet further down to examine his sleeping lover. The one who dominated him, made him arch, whimper, and then scream his name in total abandon.
Renji. Abarai Renji a gutter rat from Inuzuru Rokongai 78th district. The man who could make him melt, make his knees quake with just a sultry kiss. The man who could just carelessly brush his hand by his waist, and make him shiver in anticipation. The man who he loved so deeply…. It scared him.
Renji had tattoos all over his body now. By learning his bankai, and slowly perfecting it as time went by, the reitsu from Zabimaru has marked him deeper than any wound. The tattoos now reach his thighs, and in some perverse way…encircle Renji’s cock. But Byakuya knew he had no worries when it came down to who Renji belonged to, as Zabimaru and Senbonzakura…had a thing. That’s all he’s going to describe it as. Any further, might send his poor noble mind into a messy depraved state.
Renji stirred, and shifted, moonlight making jagged patterns like his tattoos but in silver, highlighting all aspects of Renji’s physique. How can one man, just one man, make him feel this way? Granted they went through hell when Aizen betrayed them, and then the Winter War, which was horrible, they lost so many good and prospering soul reapers in that war, while making surprisingly new friends that were neither human nor soul reaper. But through it all, despite their arguments their fights, Renji stood with him through it all.
He thought that Renji would not want anything to do with him the first time, when he had tried to kill Rukia, adamant that the laws be followed. But when Renji stayed with him at his sick bed, and told him no matter how foolish he had been, and that he would stay with him forever; Byakuya at that didn’t know what to say. Tears had filled his eyes, and he had whispered, but Renji you deserve better. But Renji being the stubborn man that he is said, I would never leave you. They might disagree on many things, but he will not leave him alone, never alone. Byakuya had cried then. Cried like a babe, in his lovers arms while Renji gently hushed him.
He thought long and hard about that night, and in the end could not do anything but accept Renji’s declaration. He did not want to be alone. He wanted someone beside him, in his life in his bed. Someone who could comfort him, someone who knew his moods, some one to hold him tight and never let go. Renji stirred again but this time, he opened his eyes.
“How long are you going to lie there staring? Hmm?”
Byakuya shook his head a bit, a small smile curving his lips. He should have known that Renji would have awakened. It’s like he has a second sense to whenever Byakuya was brooding. Byakuya shifted to a more comfortable position on his side and put his head on Renji’s chest, right above his heart. Hearing the steady thumping he sighed in comfort. Renji in the semi darkness smiled at Byakuya’s antics but didn’t say anything else. He simply just brought both his arms around his broody lover, and gently caressed his naked back. He did this until he felt Byakuya drop off in deep slumber. His hand tangled in Byakuya’s hair, and stayed there, until they awoke again to sunshine and the birds twittering in the trees.
Ok, no idea what overtook me, well maybe it was a plot bunny>_> but still, really. I don’t know. I’m not pleased with this. I find it lacking something. Who knows?
Disclaimer: Viewfinder and all it's characters belong to Yamane Ayano, I'm just using them for my own personal gratification ^_~!
His
The sound of the rain pounding against the glass was muted to him as he drowned in a haze of pleasure. He only knew one thing, and one thing alone. That irrevocably, he belonged to this man. He arched his spine in a delicious cure as he felt that large cock being pressed against his prostate time and time again. He was being teased. But it mattered not. He knew that with this man, he will never ever complain of not being satisfied. Wide, large hands roamed his heated flesh, making him whimper as strong hips halted, then started up a slow tease that had him mewling for more, for anything that will make him reach his end. A husky laugh washed over him, making him shiver in delight. It said to him: I own you, I own the pleasure that you get. And it was right. He was his, and his alone.
153 words.
Mine
Have you noticed? That I am the one you run to anytime that you are in trouble? That you always take shelter in my arms as you hide from the cruel and hard world? I hold you close as you whimper in my arms shaking from whatever fear that you ran from. Isn’t it ironic that you find shelter in the arms of a man that had killed many? Dozens, scores of victims have met the cruel end of my gaze, but yet you are the only one who has come to me willingly, trustingly, sheltering yourself in my arms, shielding your self from the world, the cruel world which I have created and is a part of? You do this because you are mine, and you can’t deny that fact. This is why I hold you close to me and allow you to listen to my cold black yet beating heart. I will shelter you from this world that I have created because you are mine.
167 words
~~~~~~~~~~~~_~~~~~~~~~~~~~'
Disclaimer: Bleach, and all it's characters belong to Kubo Tite, I'm just a poor peon, using them for ...things... >_>
Perusal
Vibrant red, crimson like blood, spread across his pillow like carelessly pulled silk. His fingertips gently traced deep black tattoos starting at the hairline, going down towards jet black eyebrows ending in jagged lines. Eyebrows smoothed calm by sleep. Byakuya pulled the sheet further down to examine his sleeping lover. The one who dominated him, made him arch, whimper, and then scream his name in total abandon.
Renji. Abarai Renji a gutter rat from Inuzuru Rokongai 78th district. The man who could make him melt, make his knees quake with just a sultry kiss. The man who could just carelessly brush his hand by his waist, and make him shiver in anticipation. The man who he loved so deeply…. It scared him.
Renji had tattoos all over his body now. By learning his bankai, and slowly perfecting it as time went by, the reitsu from Zabimaru has marked him deeper than any wound. The tattoos now reach his thighs, and in some perverse way…encircle Renji’s cock. But Byakuya knew he had no worries when it came down to who Renji belonged to, as Zabimaru and Senbonzakura…had a thing. That’s all he’s going to describe it as. Any further, might send his poor noble mind into a messy depraved state.
Renji stirred, and shifted, moonlight making jagged patterns like his tattoos but in silver, highlighting all aspects of Renji’s physique. How can one man, just one man, make him feel this way? Granted they went through hell when Aizen betrayed them, and then the Winter War, which was horrible, they lost so many good and prospering soul reapers in that war, while making surprisingly new friends that were neither human nor soul reaper. But through it all, despite their arguments their fights, Renji stood with him through it all.
He thought that Renji would not want anything to do with him the first time, when he had tried to kill Rukia, adamant that the laws be followed. But when Renji stayed with him at his sick bed, and told him no matter how foolish he had been, and that he would stay with him forever; Byakuya at that didn’t know what to say. Tears had filled his eyes, and he had whispered, but Renji you deserve better. But Renji being the stubborn man that he is said, I would never leave you. They might disagree on many things, but he will not leave him alone, never alone. Byakuya had cried then. Cried like a babe, in his lovers arms while Renji gently hushed him.
He thought long and hard about that night, and in the end could not do anything but accept Renji’s declaration. He did not want to be alone. He wanted someone beside him, in his life in his bed. Someone who could comfort him, someone who knew his moods, some one to hold him tight and never let go. Renji stirred again but this time, he opened his eyes.
“How long are you going to lie there staring? Hmm?”
Byakuya shook his head a bit, a small smile curving his lips. He should have known that Renji would have awakened. It’s like he has a second sense to whenever Byakuya was brooding. Byakuya shifted to a more comfortable position on his side and put his head on Renji’s chest, right above his heart. Hearing the steady thumping he sighed in comfort. Renji in the semi darkness smiled at Byakuya’s antics but didn’t say anything else. He simply just brought both his arms around his broody lover, and gently caressed his naked back. He did this until he felt Byakuya drop off in deep slumber. His hand tangled in Byakuya’s hair, and stayed there, until they awoke again to sunshine and the birds twittering in the trees.
Ok, no idea what overtook me, well maybe it was a plot bunny>_> but still, really. I don’t know. I’m not pleased with this. I find it lacking something. Who knows?