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Title: When the World Screeches to a Halt
Genre: pr0n, musey-stuff. general?
Pairings/Characters: JadexPeony
Rating: I'm teetering between R and NC-17, but I'm gonna go with NC-17 to be safe.
Summary: Rather short JadexPeony drabble.
It was then, that moment, that desperate, fleeting moment that Jade treasured most in the entire world. That second when his head tossed back, hair falling away from his face, eyes open and glassy and his fingernails digging symmetrical, red half-moon patterns on his forearms. Sometimes, if he was lucky, his lips would part and his name -"Jade"- would be whispered or gasped or shouted from them. And he was all honey-painted skin, sweat-slicked and his, dammit, all his, not just a ruler but Jade's, because the world didn't consist of Malkuth and Kimlasca in that moment, only them. So Jade would struggle, fight to push it away, cling to consciousness so he could stare at what -were he the romantic type- could be called the most beautiful sight on this Score-forsaken planet: Peony shuddering, writhing beneath him in unmatched euphoria.
All Jade's. Only Jade's. But he would always lose himself, cursing, and come back to kisses feather-light on his shoulder; occasionally a giggle or two, if Peony were so inclined.
His.
Perhaps he had brought about horrible things with his birth; perhaps he'd caused awful, terrible things to happen, but the wave of selfishness came when he held him, and he'd do it all over again if only to lie there, with him, even just once.
There were problems with this. Certainly, dishonorable discharge from the military. Incarceration; one does not sleep with the Emperor, not when an heir was required, especially not now, when Peony was reaching the age when people expected him to at least take a woman -not even marry- and ensure their country's future. Jade scoffed at the talk, openly, not bothering to wait until their backs were turned. Peony the VIII was a disaster in human skin; said disaster's son agreed with him. Peony IX was a phenomenal leader because he was removed from the foolishness of politics, set somewhere secluded.
Made friends. Luke was enough evidence of that particular remedy, not to mention Guy and -not that he would ever admit it- himself.
Besides that, Peony had rather thoroughly confessed his undying love, so even had Jade wanted to leave, he was not going to be able to. Not with that stubborn of a constitution clinging metaphorically to his arm.
No, it would have to stay this way.
A comforting thought.
Genre: pr0n, musey-stuff. general?
Pairings/Characters: JadexPeony
Rating: I'm teetering between R and NC-17, but I'm gonna go with NC-17 to be safe.
Summary: Rather short JadexPeony drabble.
It was then, that moment, that desperate, fleeting moment that Jade treasured most in the entire world. That second when his head tossed back, hair falling away from his face, eyes open and glassy and his fingernails digging symmetrical, red half-moon patterns on his forearms. Sometimes, if he was lucky, his lips would part and his name -"Jade"- would be whispered or gasped or shouted from them. And he was all honey-painted skin, sweat-slicked and his, dammit, all his, not just a ruler but Jade's, because the world didn't consist of Malkuth and Kimlasca in that moment, only them. So Jade would struggle, fight to push it away, cling to consciousness so he could stare at what -were he the romantic type- could be called the most beautiful sight on this Score-forsaken planet: Peony shuddering, writhing beneath him in unmatched euphoria.
All Jade's. Only Jade's. But he would always lose himself, cursing, and come back to kisses feather-light on his shoulder; occasionally a giggle or two, if Peony were so inclined.
His.
Perhaps he had brought about horrible things with his birth; perhaps he'd caused awful, terrible things to happen, but the wave of selfishness came when he held him, and he'd do it all over again if only to lie there, with him, even just once.
There were problems with this. Certainly, dishonorable discharge from the military. Incarceration; one does not sleep with the Emperor, not when an heir was required, especially not now, when Peony was reaching the age when people expected him to at least take a woman -not even marry- and ensure their country's future. Jade scoffed at the talk, openly, not bothering to wait until their backs were turned. Peony the VIII was a disaster in human skin; said disaster's son agreed with him. Peony IX was a phenomenal leader because he was removed from the foolishness of politics, set somewhere secluded.
Made friends. Luke was enough evidence of that particular remedy, not to mention Guy and -not that he would ever admit it- himself.
Besides that, Peony had rather thoroughly confessed his undying love, so even had Jade wanted to leave, he was not going to be able to. Not with that stubborn of a constitution clinging metaphorically to his arm.
No, it would have to stay this way.
A comforting thought.