Presidential Orders --KH Yaoi--
This is straight from my deviantART journal
Okay, so which one of you homophobes reported Presidential Orders --KH Yaoi--?
Because someone MUST have reported it, because it was taken down because apparently it was a policy violation. Wanna hear the reasons? I'll tell you anyway.
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Title: Presidential Orders--KH Yaoi--
URL: [link]
Submitted: 2007-09-08 2:00:12 am
Your 1 deviation may have been judged to be:
1. Racist, or bigoted.
2. Anti-Semitic or other otherwise directly offensive to a philosophy or religion.
3. Directly insulting to an individual or group.
Alternatively it may have featured:
1. Underage nudity.
2. Sexual acts or adult toys.
3. The gratuitous display of genitalia.
4. Real life self-mutilation or injury.
It is also possible that the content of your deviation did not match one of the above suggested reasons but was still judged to be in violation of one or more of our policies.
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I had the mature filter on Presidential Orders and I really do not believe it was graphic in any way. If anything, it was vague. The only reason that I think might apply would be the being offensive to a religion and/or person and that happens, people deal. If you know you're going to be offended, don't look at it, get over it. :shakefist:
Just wait, Revive Me will get taken down too, just wait for it. God, this pisses me off. I sent a message back to DA asking for a specific reason why this was taken down. I never got any msgs before this, I want to know what happened.
And to whoever reported Presidential Orders, I hope you fall in a puddle of AIDS and die.
~+~EAErickson
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Here is the help desk's response:
"According to the logs the work removed was considered pornographic in nature. Your deviantART submissions must obey certain restrictions in terms of what sort of content may be submitted here."
I guess I should just be flattered that someone actually considered my work pornographic. Yea... that's what I'll do. I won't take this as a personal insult or an affront, I'll take it as a fckin compliment that someone was offended enough by my work to take time out of their life to report me. Thank you for the compliment.
But I still hope you fall in a puddle of AIDS and die.
Thank You.
~+~EAErickson
Title: Presidential Orders
Pairing: Riku x Sora
Prompt: Dresses
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, and if I did, the yaoi pairings wouldn't be works of fiction >D
A/N: Story for nurikokoishii, I hope she likes it!!! ^^’’ And no, men don’t wear underwear under dresses XD Just the dress… deal with it!! It’s just that when this got posted on my deviantART it was 3am and I'd just realized it and I didn’t feel like fixing it XP
And also because it was 3am, this hadn't been beta'd so alert me to spelling/grammar issues please!! ^.~
Sora ran down the hallway, getting more pissed off with every step and swish of the long skirt that threatened to tangle in his legs.
He reached the student council room and threw the door open violently.
The object of his fury sat at the end of the room next to the window, the sunlight reflecting off his silver hair and giving his pale complexion a kind of glow.
His chin was resting in his palm and he was staring blankly out the window, pointedly ignoring Sora.
“Riku!” Sora yelled. He stepped into the room and slammed the door shut. Riku, the bastard, didn’t even flinch.
Sora began to storm across the room but the skirt finally fulfilled its destiny as the brunette stepped on the hem and fell to the floor.
Riku’s laugh rang out loudly and Sora blushed as he scrambled to his feet.
“Don’t you fucking laugh at me.” Sora mumbled and straightened the skirt. Riku stood and crossed the room, a grin playing at his lips. Sora ran a hand through his spiked hair, trying to regain his composure and anger. The silver haired bastard cocked his hip and rested a hand on it, turning his head slightly and regarded the brunette with an expression that was fighting to hide amusement.
Sora stared back, meeting his green eyes but not able to hide his rising blush.
“Hmmm, that’s not a very good shade for you,” said Riku as he reached out and grabbed the deep orange skirt between two fingers, “If the Fashion Club wants our help they better put us in clothes that at least work well with our natural assets.” Riku purred then released the skirt and caught Sora’s chin. The brunette met his gaze unwaveringly and then they both leaned in and their lips met. Sora ran his hands up Riku’s arms then wrapped one around his neck and fisted the other hand gently in Riku’s hair.
They both stepped closer, pressing their bodies together and Riku’s hands clamped on Sora’s hips, holding them together.
Their breathing soon became harried and their lips parted and met over and over, each parting greeted with loud gasps and then they’d meet again.
Sora was the first to step back, although relcuctantly.
“Enough of that. I’m mad you.” Sora grunted and tried to back up bt his silver haired lover pulled their hips together again.
“I’m simply trying to erode your anger.” Riku’s voice came out husky and he tried to recapture Sora’s lips. The brunette turned his head and his partner simply went after his neck with lips, teeth and tongue in tantalizing mixtures. Sora gasped but managed to break away and get some distance between them. Riku whimpered and frowned.
“No, I’m mad, and no excuses. We need to talk, you bastard.”
Riku seemed to measure up Sora as e looked him up and down then pulled a chair away from the nearest table, flipped it around, and straddled it. He gave Sora another assessing look then sighed.
“Alright, what’s your fury?” he asked and ran a hand through his long hair.
“You didn’t tell me I’d have to wear a fucking dress in the fashion show. You didn’t tell me those freaks were gonna be pawing me up and calling me every weird-ass pet name I’ve ever heard and then some. You-“
“You didn’t ask.” Riku cut off with a small grin.
“You’re a fucking bastard.” said Sora with a glare.
“Hey, you’re the Vice President, you’re supposed to help me in what I get elected for.”
“Which translate into no sex if I don’t help you.” growled Sora. Riku tried not to laugh.
“Roughly.” Riku grinned. Sora flipped him off and turned his back on his lover with a sigh. Riku walked up behind Sora and wrapped his arms around him and rested his head on Sora’s shoulder, slightly nuzzling his neck.
“Are you still gonna be mad at me?” Riku asked softly.
“Is there any way out of it?”
“Nope.”
“Then until I feel better, Yes, I’m mad at you.” said Sora and he broke away from Riku and headed for the door, pausing only call over his shoulder,
“You need to be fitted for your outfits.” Then left, this time the door closed with a soft click. Riku sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Well fuck.” He said and sat down roughly in the closest chair.
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The heat backstage was sweltering as everyone was hurriedly switching outfits for the final half of the fashion show, the part where the girls wore what the guys had worn the first half and guys wore what the girls had. . . even the dresses.
Riku and Sora were wearing the same dress just two different shades and the brunette was still glowering at Riku for all he was worth.
“Glares aren’t pretty, Sora.” Riku mumbled as he zipped up the back of Sora’s long, light blue summer dress and tied the bow in back as well. The brunette didn’t reply, just turned and gestured for the silver haired boy to turn. Riku sighed and did as he was bidden.
“You can’t be mad at me forever.” Said Riku and the he gasped and sputtered as Sora pulled the bow on the back of his yellow dress tight.
“Grudges aren’t cute either.” Squeaked Riku until Sora loosened the bow and Riku breathed deeply.
“We’re up next.” Sora said and headed for the curtain.
“Up next? We’re last.” Muttered Riku as he glanced at his reflection in a near mirror and adjusted his hair slightly and then he stopped. He grinned and headed for the stage.
He caught up with Sora and they walked onto the stage right on cue. The stage wasn’t anything fancy. Not too long, not too short and not very wide either. There were three rows of curtains on the stage, making the stage deeper when pulled up and for the fashion show they had all but the first row shut.
Those of the student body that had cared to come stared up at them as they walked onto the narrow strip of the stage that extended slightly out into the audience, but not too far, and they strutted their stuff… so to speak.
Riku walked the left side of the stage, Sora on his right. They twirled, posed. Then they stopped in front of the microphone stand and Riku turned it on.
“On behalf of the Fashion Club I would like to thank all of you for coming to watch our fashion show and I sincerely hope that all of you proceed to have a splendid rest of the night.” Said Riku and he turned off the microphone.
“I know I will.” Riku added then grabbed Sora before he could begin his escape back down the stage to the curtains and hauled the brunette against him and kissed him.
There was a collective gasp from the crowd before the lights went out and the boys were covered in shadow.
Sora had struggled initially but melted against Riku after a moment and wrapped his arms around his silver haired lover and kissed him back hungrily.
Riku pulled away and nipped playfully at Sora’s lips before grabbing one of his hands and pulling him down the stage and behind the curtains then towards an empty dressing room.
Sora followed eagerly and undid his lovers dress with shaking hands as Riku closed and locked the door.
Sora started to push the dress off but Riku turned and scanned the room. Sora’s hazed over blue eyes caught the glance, tugged Riku’s dress off then sat on the floor and pulled Riku down with him.
The silver haired boy appreciated the ingenuity and although uncomfortable, it was better than standing. He pulled the dress out from under him and pushed it away, turning to his lover and undressing him with fumbling hands for Sora insisted on keeping their mouths connected.
Sora pushed his dress away as soon as Riku had it down and wrapped his arms Riku, leaning back to lay on the floor and bringing Riku down on top of him.
Sora moaned and bucked his hips slightly when their hardness’ touched. Riku moaned back and nibbled on the brunette’s neck, his hands roving Sora’s body. He skirted his hands up his lover’s sides and gently massaged his upper arms before sliding his hands back down and caressing the brunette’s thighs, gently pressing here and there, softly pressing in his sensitive spots.
Sora moaned and bucked again. Riku grinned and purred in Sora’s ear then gently nibbled his earlobe. Sora gasped and sighed, his hands rubbing up and down Riku’s back, tenderly running his fingers through Riku’s hair. Riku shivered slightly when Sora’s fingers tugged just so on a sensitive strand of hair. The brunette grinned and brought a hand around to snag Riku’s chin and bring him up from his nape and kiss him. Diving his tongue in and wrapping it around Riku’s, a passionate game of writhing caresses followed with moans and gasping.
Sora moved his hands down to Riku’s buttocks and grasped a cheek in each hand. The silver haired boy smiled and laughed slightly as he moved away from Sora’s mouth and began to traverse his chest with his tongue. Sora gasped loudly when Riku grasped him and stroked him fast and hard.
Sora was thrusting into Riku’s hand and then Riku met the passion glazed eyes with a smile and removed his hand.
Sora whimpered and squeezed Riku’s butt. Riku’s grin widened and he slid his hand Sora and slid two fingers into him.
Sora rolled his eyes shut and gasped.
“Riku…” he moaned.
Riku teased Sora’s nipples with his mouth while he prepped Sora.
Sora was moaning and almost begging when Riku removed his fingers and replaced them with his sex.
The brunette seemed to try to impale himself on his lover as Riku slowly moved in and out. Riku placed one hand flat on the floor for balance and fisted the other around Sora.
Sora’s hands roved Riku’s chest, tweaking his nipples occasionally until he could no longer focus on more than grasping Riku’s hips as Riku’s thrusts began to hit just the right place causing white to cloud his vision and he moaned louder.
Riku began to thrust and stroke Sora faster, no longer able to draw the thing out. He gave into his desires as he and Sora became a moaning, sweaty mess on the floor when they both climaxed together with mutual shouts and groans.
Riku pulled out and laid half on Sora, an arm draped across his chest.
“God damn, I love you.” Said Riku and Sora laughed then rolled onto his side to face Riku.
“I love you too.” Sora smiled and pulled Riku in for a kiss.
~+~FLINTERA~+~
(EAErickson)
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