Wild ARMs Ficlets
While watching my brother play through MGS4 on Thursday (see previous entry), I wrote WA ficlets in between epic cutscenes. It felt fantastic to get these written, finally putting to rest two particular plot bunnies that were giving me fits.
I thought that I'd write more, but I was distracted by Metal Gear glory. :D
Of course, none of the characters are mine. They're Media Vision's. The lucky bastards.
Wild ARMs 4 - All are Jude/Arnaud
Summary: Yulie instructs Jude and Arnaud to make cookies, but things don't go as she planned. Takes place post-game. Written for fufuberrysoda.
Ficlet #1, PG-13
By only assigning Jude and Arnaud a single task, Yulie thought she was safe.
Despite once being a restaurant owner (and how he had managed that she would never know), Arnaud was surprisingly useless at party planning. Even when said party was for his eight year-old daughter's birthday.
And so Yulie had taking on the planning of Ellie's birthday parties herself. Arnaud's (and Jude's, since he was as useless as his boyfriend), sole duty was to show up. This year, however, they had begged to be allowed to do something. It would have been easier to just buy cookies from the local bakery, but Yulie Ahtreide refused to allow her loved ones to settle for store bought imitations on their special days, damnit. It was with this thought in mind that she had handed the duo a bag containing cookie ingredients, a can of frosting, and a package of rainbow sprinkles. Cookies weren't so difficult that even Jude and Arnaud wouldn't be able to handle making them.
Later, she would decide that it was her own fault for entrusting them with anything. When she opened the door to Jude's cabin on the day of the party to pick up the cookies, she did not see trays of golden brown, perfectly frosted cookies. What she saw instead was Arnaud sprawled on the kitchen counter, gasping and trembling as Jude licked frosting and sprinkles from his bare chest.
Yulie stared for only a few seconds before blushing furiously and storming out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her. To hell with maintaining her baker's honor - this year the party guests would receive store bought cookies and they were going to like it.
Summary: Jude begins damage control. Follow-up to #1.
Ficlet #2, PG
At the sound of the door slamming, Jude whipped his head away from Arnaud's chest to stare at the direction of the noise. What the hell was that? Hadn't he already left the door shut?
Eh, it had probably been the wind. It happened from time to time. Speaking of time, weren't they supposed to have Yulie's cookies ready this afternoon?
Jude squinted at the clock hung on the far wall, his eyes widening when he noticed the time. "Crap! We were supposed to bring those cookies to Yulie half an hour ago!" In his hurry to scramble off of Arnaud, one knee came up directly between the older man's legs.
Arnaud let loose a high pitched screech, hands flailing. As he curled in on himself in an effort to prevent further groin abuse, he managed to roll right off the counter. A screech that was nearly as high as the first followed.
Jude ignored him, instead frantically gathering his clothes off the floor. "Damnit, we don't have time to make any. We'll just have to buy some at the bakery and hope Yulie doesn't know the difference." With that, he sprinted in the direction of his bathroom, presumably to wash off the evidence of their lack of baking.
Arnaud slowly got to his feet, one hand cupping his battle wound. "Jude! You could at least kiss it better!"
Summary: Arnaud asks Jude for help.
Ficlet #3, PG
Jude shifted uncomfortably, hands stuffed firmly in his pockets. “Are you sure about this?”
“Of course I’m sure! Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“Jude, I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t need your help! And there’s nobody else I can go to.”
The redhead sighed, removing one hand from his pocket to scratch his head. “Fine, I’ll help you. But I still don’t see why we need to do this.”
“I told you, it’s so I don’t make an ass of myself when Raquel finally lets me kiss her! I want her to think I know what I’m doing.”
Jude snickered. “I still can’t believe you haven’t kissed anyone.”
Arnaud placed his hands on his hips, glaring at him. “Have you?”
Jude stopped laughing, face turning red as he stared at the ground. “……No.”
“That’s what I thought. Now, quit being so negative. This is perfect! It’ll be practice for both of us. Raquel will think I’m an amazing kisser, and Yulie will think the same thing about you!”
“But I don’t want to kiss Yulie. I don’t even want to kiss you."
“Just shut up and make out with me.”
Summary: Jude and Arnaud pass the time while waiting for an opportunity to escape from Arnaud's cell on Ciel Shelter. I AM SO GOING TO HELL FOR WRITING THIS ONE.
Ficlet #4, PG-13
The soldiers’ pounding footsteps faded as they passed the small prison cell. After a few minutes of silence, a head appeared in the single window set in the door. Jude’s eyes scanned the room, seeing nothing. He sighed in relief, turning away and sitting down next to his companion.
“They're gone.”
“Good.” Arnaud tilted his head back, running his shaking hands over his face.
“For a minute, I thought we were done for. Let’s stay here until nightfall, then we can go find that girl.”
“Fine with me.”
Jude turned to face the brunette, noticing his shaking hands for the first time. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
“But you’re shaking.” His eyes widened as they passed over Arnaud’s lap. “Um…Arnaud…you’re…” he said nervously, hesitantly pointing a finger at the older boy’s unwelcome erection.
Arnaud glanced down and gasped, hands flying over his lap in order to cover himself. “It…it just happened! Don’t look!”
“But why - ?”
“It happens when I’m really nervous, okay? Just don’t look at me!”
“…Do you need any help?”
Arnaud stared at him, mouth dropping open. “Do I.....? Do I what? Are you insane?! You can’t help with this! Nobody can!”
Jude looked away. “Okay. I just thought that since we’re going to be here for a while, you wouldn’t want to have to worry about that the whole time. I’ll leave you alone.” He began pushing himself away from Arnaud, only to be stopped when a hand grasped his upper arm. “Arn - “
He was cut off when a pair of lips descended firmly and rapidly upon his own. Arnaud’s hands gripped his arms tight enough to bruise, but Jude didn’t notice. He was frozen in place, conscious only of the heated kiss he was being given. When Arnaud pulled away he was panting, staring at Jude as he licked his lips.
Then he smiled, hiding his nervousness with a shaky laugh. “I changed my mind?”
Summary: Raquel watches. Side pairing of Arnaud/Raquel.
Ficlet #5, G
Before she died, Raquel told her husband that she didn’t want him to die alone. It was necessary to say it - only a miracle would allow the two of them to grow old together. The idea of Arnaud spending the rest of his life with someone else didn’t bother as much as she thought it would. Once she’d accepted that that someone wasn’t going to be her, that is.
“You could always marry Jude,” she joked on one of her last days on Filgaia. Arnaud, sitting on the edge of her bed with tears running down his face, managed a weak laugh. It was obvious that the idea of moving on from Raquel was the last thing he wanted to think about.
After she died, Raquel spent most of her time watching her husband and daughter. She watched as Arnaud did learn to move on, despite his pain. She watched as business in their restaurant dwindled, and then stopped altogether. She watched as Arnaud and Ellie left the home they had all lived in together for a new life in Halim.
And she watched with amusement as Arnaud stood before Jude like a nervous schoolboy about to confess his feelings to his first crush. It was obvious to her that the brunette had fallen for Jude long before he actually confessed his feelings out loud. He may as well have had a neon sign displayed above him expressing the fact from the way he had acted around the redhead. His bravado, his constant efforts to impress Jude, everything.
For a while, she thought that he would manage to screw it up and chase Jude away. This was Arnaud, after all. But when Jude grabbed the older man’s face and pulled him in for a rough kiss, she knew that she had nothing to worry about.
He would be fine. Arnaud may not have been the sharpest sword on the weapon rack, but he was smart enough to realize that his place was with those who cared about him.
Summary: Jude and Arnaud attempt to make cookies once more. References #1 and #2.
Ficlet #6, PG-13
“Mmmm……” Jude’s eyes closed in bliss as licked sugary frosting from his finger. “Damn, these are good.”
“These better be good, considering the amount of time we put into making them.” Arnaud ran a hand through his hair, oblivious to the streaks of flour left in his fingers’ wake. “Now we don’t have to worry about Yulie hunting us down like last time.”
“Uh huh.”
“Are you even listening to me? Jude, we need to box these up and -" He stopped, staring at Jude in the midst of sucking yet more frosting off his finger.
“Hm?” Jude looked up, finger still in his mouth.
Arnaud strode forward, flashing a lecherous grin at his lover. “I think you can put that mouth to better use, don’t you?”
Wild ARMs 5
Summary: Dean gives Chuck an unforgettable present. Written for pic_murasaki's birthday. References Wanna Bet?.
Ficlet #7, Dean/Chuck, NC-17
This, Chuck decided, was the best birthday present he'd ever received.
Not the golem action figures his mother had given him as a child, and certainly not the maid's dress Greg had given him just hours ago "since you looked so good in the first one."
No, the best present ever had to be Dean, sprawled naked and grinning on Chuck's bed. His legs were spread unashamedly, giving the blonde a perfect view of his erect cock.
"Happy Birthday, Chuck," Dean purred. "Aren't you going to come over here and enjoy your present?"
Chuck's only response was a wordless gurgle, as his throat had gone completely dry.
"After all," the bluenette said, drawing his fingers up his inner thigh, "it is already unwrapped."
Summary: Avril wants to make Rebecca's birthday special. References #7.
Ficlet #8, Avril/Rebecca, R
Avril had never been very outgoing, even when she was with those she loved. Even with Rebecca, her girlfriend of one year, she still exhibited a degree of reserve. And so it never bothered the redhead when Avril would respond to her affectionate gestures with a shy smile or a soft squeeze of her hand.
Which was why Rebecca froze in her tracks upon seeing the older woman sprawled naked on their bed, making no effort to cover herself whatsoever.
“A…Avril?”
Avril merely smiled at her. “Hello, Rebecca,” she said softly, “Happy Birthday.”
“Thanks,” she said, still in shock over seeing her normally reserved girlfriend in such a state of undress.
Avril’s brow furrowed. “Do you not like your gift? Dean thought that you would like it.”
The mention of her childhood friend snapped Rebecca out of her stupor. “What?! Dean told you to do this?”
Avril nodded. “I wanted to get something special for your birthday, so I asked Dean what you would like. He said this was the perfect gift to give your lover. I apologize for not giving you the proper gift last year, Rebecca. I did not know this was the appropriate birthday present for couples.”
Rebecca appeared to not have a heard a word she’d said. “Dean,” she growled, eyes narrowing.
“Yes. He received a favorable response from Chuck on his birthday, so I had no reason to doubt his advice.”
“That little - !” Rebecca stormed out, presumably to find Dean and throttle him.
“Rebecca?” Avril sat up and stared at the space her where her lover had stood seconds before. “Do you not like the gift?”
Summary: Chuck finally gets tired of Dean's favorite saying.
Ficlet #9, Dean/Chuck, NC-17
“Chuck, it’s okay. We don’t have to do it tonight if you don’t want to.”
“I want to!” Chuck was on all fours over Dean, body rigid. “Just give me a minute!”
Dean sighed. “Look, if you’re tired, I’ll understand. It’s no big deal.”
“I said I’m not tired! Hold on.” Chuck leaned back to rest on his knees, one hand moving between his legs to stroke his still flaccid cock. After a few minutes of no success, he growled in frustration. “Damnit!”
Dean flashed an encouraging smile at his lover. “Don’t worry, Chuck, keep trying! You can do anything if you don’t -"
“Finish that sentence and I will kill you.”
Summary: Carol plays Nancy Drew.
Ficlet #10, Carol, Dean/Chuck, PG
There was something……off about Dean, but Carol couldn’t put her finger on it. He was his usual upbeat (and somewhat dim) self, so there couldn’t be anything seriously wrong. However, he had returned to the group’s camp somewhat different than when he’d left it. He wasn’t talking as much as usual, but he still seemed happy. So what could it be?
Carol gazed at Dean, trying to come up with an answer. When she saw his lips, she gasped and ran to his side.
“Dean! What happened to you?”
Dean whipped his head around to look down at her. “What do you mean? Nothing happened.”
“But your lips are swollen! Did you eat something poisonous!”
She only received a blank stare. “No. I didn’t eat anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, I think I’d remember if I ate anything.” He laughed. “You know me, though! I could have eaten something and then forgotten it!”
“Dean -"
“Hey, guys.” Chuck entered the camp, dropping a stack of firewood with a grunt. “The others aren’t back yet?”
Carol turned to reply to him, but stopped when she noticed the prominent hickey just above his collarbone. She gasped, hands flying to her mouth as she staggered back. She had solved the mystery of the swollen lips in the worst possible way.
“Carol?” Dean placed a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her with concern. “Are you all right?” She shrieked, pulling away from him and running from the camp as if a rampaging monster were on her heels.
Dean and Chuck looked at each other, equally confused. “Was it something I said?”
Summary:Chuck's first legal drink. Inspired by a lulzy conversation with fufuberrysoda.
Ficlet #11, Greg, Chuck, PG
“What’ll it be?”
“We’ll have -"
“I’ll have a beer,” Greg interrupted as he slid into the bar stool next to Chuck’s. “And he’ll have a cosmo.”
The vicious glare Chuck sent his way was ignored. “I can order for myself, thank you.”
“No, you can’t. You don’t know how much alcohol you can handle yet. And I’m willing to bet you can’t handle very much.”
“I can handle more than a fucking cosmo, Greg.”
“We’ll see. Do you even like alcohol? You wouldn’t even be in a bar right now if it wasn’t your twenty-first birthday.”
Chuck scoffed as the bartender set their drinks in front of them. “Smartass.”
Half a cosmo later, he was loath to agree that Greg was right. He really didn’t care for alcohol, but he wasn’t about to admit it. He pulled the lime slice off the side of his glass, thinking how embarrassing it was that he thought it looked more appealing than the alcohol. He sighed, bringing it to his lips and sucking the juice out.
“Told ya.”
To his left, Greg was grinning smugly. Chuck flung what was left of the lime at him. “Shut up! I’m still going to finish this, you know.”
“Sure you are. If you can walk a straight line, I’ll eat my hat.”
Chuck rolled his eyes and rose from his stool……
……only to trip and fall flat on his face.
He heard a burst of laughter above him. Seconds later, a lime slice was shoved in his face. He looked up to see Greg kneeling next to him. “Lime?”
Chuck wordlessly took it, and without even a change of expression squirted the juice directly into Greg’s eyes. As the older man yelled and frantically swiped at his eyes, Chuck smirked.
“Who can’t handle it, now?”
Summary: After his close call in Mirapulse, Chuck needs to work off some tension.
Ficlet #12, Dean/Chuck, NC-17
He’d put on a brave face for the crowd, but once it was just the two of them Chuck couldn’t stop shaking.
This had begun with a plea from Chuck that he didn’t want to be alone, and with Dean’s unwillingness to ignore anyone in distress.
But Dean had never imagined when he agreed to room with Chuck for the night, that the blonde would be naked and trembling in his arms within the hour. A pair of arms had wrapped themselves around him, a shaky voice had whispered, “Make me forget,” and a warm pair of lips had descended upon his.
He’d had his misgivings at first. But now Chuck was grasping his upper arms and moaning in pleasure as the bluenette moved within him, his face finally free of tears. He was still trembling, but it was in ecstasy instead of fear. At this moment, Dean knew he had made the right decision.
Summary: The group's plan to meet Lady Diana encounters a slight snag.
Ficlet #13, Rebecca, Dean/Chuck, PG
“You idiot! We’re supposed to be presentable when we appear before the Veruni, and now you’ve ruined everything!”
Chuck shrank back from her, holding his arms up as if he thought she was going to strike him. “I’m sorry! It’s not like I did it on purpose or anything!”
“Oh, you didn’t do it. He,” Rebecca said, turning her glare on Dean. “was the one who shoved you into a corner and molested you.”
“I didn’t molest him, Rebecca. I -"
“Shut up!” Rebecca cut her friend off in mid-sentence. “I don’t care about the specifics. Dean, give him your scarf.”
Blank stare. “Why?”
“Why? Because we need to cover up the damn hickey on his neck, that’s why!”
Dean and Chuck exchanged a nervous look. “Um……”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll do it myself.” She stepped forward and ripped Dean’s scarf from his neck before he could stop her. However, she immediately dropped the scarf in disbelief once it was in her hands.
Dean’s neck was literally covered in dark, easily visible marks. The last thing Rebecca wanted to do was count them, but she picked out at least five before tearing her eyes away.
Dean uttered an uneasy laugh. “You see, I would have given Chuck my scarf to cover his neck, but - urk!”
He was cut off once again as Rebecca lunged towards him and wrapped the scarf around his neck. He tried unsuccessfully to fend her off as she began to throttle him with his own clothing. “Gah…Rebecca……can’t……breathe………”
Luckily for Dean, he was saved by the arrival of Greg, who was the only one strong enough to pull Rebecca off of him. In the end, all six of them made it into the Rygs family mansion. The only way Chuck made it in, though, was to wrap Carol’s hair ribbon around his neck.
The infamous scarf incident was what prompted Dean and Chuck to make their “no hickeys from the neck up” rule.
Summary: Greg lets Rebecca in on something he's noticed during their time together.
Ficlet #14, Greg, Rebecca, G
“What?! But…but…I’m not in love with Dean!”
“Bullshit,” Greg said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall to face Rebecca. “I’m surprised nobody else has figured it out, actually.”
“That’s because there’s noting to figure out!”
Greg raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
Rebecca gave him an unflinching stare. When Greg didn’t look away after several minutes, she turned her head and sighed. “Fine, I am in love with him.” Just as suddenly as she’d looked away, she whipped her head up to stare at him with a frantic look in her eyes. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”
“Nah.” Greg briefly raised his hat to scratch his head. “They don’t have a clue.”
At his words, Rebecca visibly relaxed. “Good.” She leaned against the wall next to him. “I’m not ready to say anything to him yet. I know I should just get it over with and tell him how I feel, but…I just can’t work up the nerve to actually do it.” She was silent for a brief amount of time. “I’m sure it’ll work out, though. Even someone as dense as Dean has to realize what a good thing is right in front of him if I just come out and say it.”
Greg opened his mouth to argue, then shut it as he reconsidered. She’d likely be furious when she found out, and the last thing he wanted was for her to shoot the messenger. It would be wise to just let events run their course.
In the meantime, he wouldn’t mention the fact that he’d caught Dean in a heated make out session with Chuck when the three of them had shared a room at the last inn the group had visited. Better to let Rebecca find out some things for herself.
Summary: Avril has a suggestion.
Ficlet #15, Dean/Chuck/Avril, NC-17
The first time Avril had suggested it, Dean was convinced she had lost her mind. “Avril…I’m with you, not Chuck. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Avril shook her head. “I realize the seriousness of what I am proposing, Dean. I would not have brought it up if I wasn’t certain it was the best course of action.”
“But -"
She placed a finger over his lips, effectively silencing him. “It would do both of you a great deal of good. You love Chuck, do you not?” Dean didn’t reply. “Do you?”
“……Yes.”
“And he loves you as well. I’m sure of it.” Avril pulled Dean close to her, wrapping her arms around him. “Dean, I’m worried about what will happen if this tension between you and Chuck is not resolved. I have never once doubted your feelings for me, and I can accept the fact that you have fallen in love with two people. If the three of us try and fail, it will be worse than if we never did anything at all.”
“Avril……”
She kissed him. “Don’t worry. I have a good feeling about this.”
And of course, she was right. Dean had felt nothing but pure bliss as he’d kept a firm grip on Chuck’s hips, holding the blonde in place as the older boy rode him. And Chuck’s cry of pleasure as Avril pressed herself against him from behind and wrapped a hand around his cock was music to his ears.
Afterward, the three of them rest together in an exhausted, sweaty heap. Avril’s head rested on the left side of his chest, fast asleep. On his right side, Chuck mirrored her position. It wouldn’t be long before his arms fell asleep, since he held both of them firmly against him. However, he could honestly say that he had never felt more at peace.
I thought that I'd write more, but I was distracted by Metal Gear glory. :D
Of course, none of the characters are mine. They're Media Vision's. The lucky bastards.
Wild ARMs 4 - All are Jude/Arnaud
Summary: Yulie instructs Jude and Arnaud to make cookies, but things don't go as she planned. Takes place post-game. Written for fufuberrysoda.
Ficlet #1, PG-13
By only assigning Jude and Arnaud a single task, Yulie thought she was safe.
Despite once being a restaurant owner (and how he had managed that she would never know), Arnaud was surprisingly useless at party planning. Even when said party was for his eight year-old daughter's birthday.
And so Yulie had taking on the planning of Ellie's birthday parties herself. Arnaud's (and Jude's, since he was as useless as his boyfriend), sole duty was to show up. This year, however, they had begged to be allowed to do something. It would have been easier to just buy cookies from the local bakery, but Yulie Ahtreide refused to allow her loved ones to settle for store bought imitations on their special days, damnit. It was with this thought in mind that she had handed the duo a bag containing cookie ingredients, a can of frosting, and a package of rainbow sprinkles. Cookies weren't so difficult that even Jude and Arnaud wouldn't be able to handle making them.
Later, she would decide that it was her own fault for entrusting them with anything. When she opened the door to Jude's cabin on the day of the party to pick up the cookies, she did not see trays of golden brown, perfectly frosted cookies. What she saw instead was Arnaud sprawled on the kitchen counter, gasping and trembling as Jude licked frosting and sprinkles from his bare chest.
Yulie stared for only a few seconds before blushing furiously and storming out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her. To hell with maintaining her baker's honor - this year the party guests would receive store bought cookies and they were going to like it.
Summary: Jude begins damage control. Follow-up to #1.
Ficlet #2, PG
At the sound of the door slamming, Jude whipped his head away from Arnaud's chest to stare at the direction of the noise. What the hell was that? Hadn't he already left the door shut?
Eh, it had probably been the wind. It happened from time to time. Speaking of time, weren't they supposed to have Yulie's cookies ready this afternoon?
Jude squinted at the clock hung on the far wall, his eyes widening when he noticed the time. "Crap! We were supposed to bring those cookies to Yulie half an hour ago!" In his hurry to scramble off of Arnaud, one knee came up directly between the older man's legs.
Arnaud let loose a high pitched screech, hands flailing. As he curled in on himself in an effort to prevent further groin abuse, he managed to roll right off the counter. A screech that was nearly as high as the first followed.
Jude ignored him, instead frantically gathering his clothes off the floor. "Damnit, we don't have time to make any. We'll just have to buy some at the bakery and hope Yulie doesn't know the difference." With that, he sprinted in the direction of his bathroom, presumably to wash off the evidence of their lack of baking.
Arnaud slowly got to his feet, one hand cupping his battle wound. "Jude! You could at least kiss it better!"
Summary: Arnaud asks Jude for help.
Ficlet #3, PG
Jude shifted uncomfortably, hands stuffed firmly in his pockets. “Are you sure about this?”
“Of course I’m sure! Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“Jude, I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t need your help! And there’s nobody else I can go to.”
The redhead sighed, removing one hand from his pocket to scratch his head. “Fine, I’ll help you. But I still don’t see why we need to do this.”
“I told you, it’s so I don’t make an ass of myself when Raquel finally lets me kiss her! I want her to think I know what I’m doing.”
Jude snickered. “I still can’t believe you haven’t kissed anyone.”
Arnaud placed his hands on his hips, glaring at him. “Have you?”
Jude stopped laughing, face turning red as he stared at the ground. “……No.”
“That’s what I thought. Now, quit being so negative. This is perfect! It’ll be practice for both of us. Raquel will think I’m an amazing kisser, and Yulie will think the same thing about you!”
“But I don’t want to kiss Yulie. I don’t even want to kiss you."
“Just shut up and make out with me.”
Summary: Jude and Arnaud pass the time while waiting for an opportunity to escape from Arnaud's cell on Ciel Shelter. I AM SO GOING TO HELL FOR WRITING THIS ONE.
Ficlet #4, PG-13
The soldiers’ pounding footsteps faded as they passed the small prison cell. After a few minutes of silence, a head appeared in the single window set in the door. Jude’s eyes scanned the room, seeing nothing. He sighed in relief, turning away and sitting down next to his companion.
“They're gone.”
“Good.” Arnaud tilted his head back, running his shaking hands over his face.
“For a minute, I thought we were done for. Let’s stay here until nightfall, then we can go find that girl.”
“Fine with me.”
Jude turned to face the brunette, noticing his shaking hands for the first time. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
“But you’re shaking.” His eyes widened as they passed over Arnaud’s lap. “Um…Arnaud…you’re…” he said nervously, hesitantly pointing a finger at the older boy’s unwelcome erection.
Arnaud glanced down and gasped, hands flying over his lap in order to cover himself. “It…it just happened! Don’t look!”
“But why - ?”
“It happens when I’m really nervous, okay? Just don’t look at me!”
“…Do you need any help?”
Arnaud stared at him, mouth dropping open. “Do I.....? Do I what? Are you insane?! You can’t help with this! Nobody can!”
Jude looked away. “Okay. I just thought that since we’re going to be here for a while, you wouldn’t want to have to worry about that the whole time. I’ll leave you alone.” He began pushing himself away from Arnaud, only to be stopped when a hand grasped his upper arm. “Arn - “
He was cut off when a pair of lips descended firmly and rapidly upon his own. Arnaud’s hands gripped his arms tight enough to bruise, but Jude didn’t notice. He was frozen in place, conscious only of the heated kiss he was being given. When Arnaud pulled away he was panting, staring at Jude as he licked his lips.
Then he smiled, hiding his nervousness with a shaky laugh. “I changed my mind?”
Summary: Raquel watches. Side pairing of Arnaud/Raquel.
Ficlet #5, G
Before she died, Raquel told her husband that she didn’t want him to die alone. It was necessary to say it - only a miracle would allow the two of them to grow old together. The idea of Arnaud spending the rest of his life with someone else didn’t bother as much as she thought it would. Once she’d accepted that that someone wasn’t going to be her, that is.
“You could always marry Jude,” she joked on one of her last days on Filgaia. Arnaud, sitting on the edge of her bed with tears running down his face, managed a weak laugh. It was obvious that the idea of moving on from Raquel was the last thing he wanted to think about.
After she died, Raquel spent most of her time watching her husband and daughter. She watched as Arnaud did learn to move on, despite his pain. She watched as business in their restaurant dwindled, and then stopped altogether. She watched as Arnaud and Ellie left the home they had all lived in together for a new life in Halim.
And she watched with amusement as Arnaud stood before Jude like a nervous schoolboy about to confess his feelings to his first crush. It was obvious to her that the brunette had fallen for Jude long before he actually confessed his feelings out loud. He may as well have had a neon sign displayed above him expressing the fact from the way he had acted around the redhead. His bravado, his constant efforts to impress Jude, everything.
For a while, she thought that he would manage to screw it up and chase Jude away. This was Arnaud, after all. But when Jude grabbed the older man’s face and pulled him in for a rough kiss, she knew that she had nothing to worry about.
He would be fine. Arnaud may not have been the sharpest sword on the weapon rack, but he was smart enough to realize that his place was with those who cared about him.
Summary: Jude and Arnaud attempt to make cookies once more. References #1 and #2.
Ficlet #6, PG-13
“Mmmm……” Jude’s eyes closed in bliss as licked sugary frosting from his finger. “Damn, these are good.”
“These better be good, considering the amount of time we put into making them.” Arnaud ran a hand through his hair, oblivious to the streaks of flour left in his fingers’ wake. “Now we don’t have to worry about Yulie hunting us down like last time.”
“Uh huh.”
“Are you even listening to me? Jude, we need to box these up and -" He stopped, staring at Jude in the midst of sucking yet more frosting off his finger.
“Hm?” Jude looked up, finger still in his mouth.
Arnaud strode forward, flashing a lecherous grin at his lover. “I think you can put that mouth to better use, don’t you?”
Wild ARMs 5
Summary: Dean gives Chuck an unforgettable present. Written for pic_murasaki's birthday. References Wanna Bet?.
Ficlet #7, Dean/Chuck, NC-17
This, Chuck decided, was the best birthday present he'd ever received.
Not the golem action figures his mother had given him as a child, and certainly not the maid's dress Greg had given him just hours ago "since you looked so good in the first one."
No, the best present ever had to be Dean, sprawled naked and grinning on Chuck's bed. His legs were spread unashamedly, giving the blonde a perfect view of his erect cock.
"Happy Birthday, Chuck," Dean purred. "Aren't you going to come over here and enjoy your present?"
Chuck's only response was a wordless gurgle, as his throat had gone completely dry.
"After all," the bluenette said, drawing his fingers up his inner thigh, "it is already unwrapped."
Summary: Avril wants to make Rebecca's birthday special. References #7.
Ficlet #8, Avril/Rebecca, R
Avril had never been very outgoing, even when she was with those she loved. Even with Rebecca, her girlfriend of one year, she still exhibited a degree of reserve. And so it never bothered the redhead when Avril would respond to her affectionate gestures with a shy smile or a soft squeeze of her hand.
Which was why Rebecca froze in her tracks upon seeing the older woman sprawled naked on their bed, making no effort to cover herself whatsoever.
“A…Avril?”
Avril merely smiled at her. “Hello, Rebecca,” she said softly, “Happy Birthday.”
“Thanks,” she said, still in shock over seeing her normally reserved girlfriend in such a state of undress.
Avril’s brow furrowed. “Do you not like your gift? Dean thought that you would like it.”
The mention of her childhood friend snapped Rebecca out of her stupor. “What?! Dean told you to do this?”
Avril nodded. “I wanted to get something special for your birthday, so I asked Dean what you would like. He said this was the perfect gift to give your lover. I apologize for not giving you the proper gift last year, Rebecca. I did not know this was the appropriate birthday present for couples.”
Rebecca appeared to not have a heard a word she’d said. “Dean,” she growled, eyes narrowing.
“Yes. He received a favorable response from Chuck on his birthday, so I had no reason to doubt his advice.”
“That little - !” Rebecca stormed out, presumably to find Dean and throttle him.
“Rebecca?” Avril sat up and stared at the space her where her lover had stood seconds before. “Do you not like the gift?”
Summary: Chuck finally gets tired of Dean's favorite saying.
Ficlet #9, Dean/Chuck, NC-17
“Chuck, it’s okay. We don’t have to do it tonight if you don’t want to.”
“I want to!” Chuck was on all fours over Dean, body rigid. “Just give me a minute!”
Dean sighed. “Look, if you’re tired, I’ll understand. It’s no big deal.”
“I said I’m not tired! Hold on.” Chuck leaned back to rest on his knees, one hand moving between his legs to stroke his still flaccid cock. After a few minutes of no success, he growled in frustration. “Damnit!”
Dean flashed an encouraging smile at his lover. “Don’t worry, Chuck, keep trying! You can do anything if you don’t -"
“Finish that sentence and I will kill you.”
Summary: Carol plays Nancy Drew.
Ficlet #10, Carol, Dean/Chuck, PG
There was something……off about Dean, but Carol couldn’t put her finger on it. He was his usual upbeat (and somewhat dim) self, so there couldn’t be anything seriously wrong. However, he had returned to the group’s camp somewhat different than when he’d left it. He wasn’t talking as much as usual, but he still seemed happy. So what could it be?
Carol gazed at Dean, trying to come up with an answer. When she saw his lips, she gasped and ran to his side.
“Dean! What happened to you?”
Dean whipped his head around to look down at her. “What do you mean? Nothing happened.”
“But your lips are swollen! Did you eat something poisonous!”
She only received a blank stare. “No. I didn’t eat anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, I think I’d remember if I ate anything.” He laughed. “You know me, though! I could have eaten something and then forgotten it!”
“Dean -"
“Hey, guys.” Chuck entered the camp, dropping a stack of firewood with a grunt. “The others aren’t back yet?”
Carol turned to reply to him, but stopped when she noticed the prominent hickey just above his collarbone. She gasped, hands flying to her mouth as she staggered back. She had solved the mystery of the swollen lips in the worst possible way.
“Carol?” Dean placed a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her with concern. “Are you all right?” She shrieked, pulling away from him and running from the camp as if a rampaging monster were on her heels.
Dean and Chuck looked at each other, equally confused. “Was it something I said?”
Summary:Chuck's first legal drink. Inspired by a lulzy conversation with fufuberrysoda.
Ficlet #11, Greg, Chuck, PG
“What’ll it be?”
“We’ll have -"
“I’ll have a beer,” Greg interrupted as he slid into the bar stool next to Chuck’s. “And he’ll have a cosmo.”
The vicious glare Chuck sent his way was ignored. “I can order for myself, thank you.”
“No, you can’t. You don’t know how much alcohol you can handle yet. And I’m willing to bet you can’t handle very much.”
“I can handle more than a fucking cosmo, Greg.”
“We’ll see. Do you even like alcohol? You wouldn’t even be in a bar right now if it wasn’t your twenty-first birthday.”
Chuck scoffed as the bartender set their drinks in front of them. “Smartass.”
Half a cosmo later, he was loath to agree that Greg was right. He really didn’t care for alcohol, but he wasn’t about to admit it. He pulled the lime slice off the side of his glass, thinking how embarrassing it was that he thought it looked more appealing than the alcohol. He sighed, bringing it to his lips and sucking the juice out.
“Told ya.”
To his left, Greg was grinning smugly. Chuck flung what was left of the lime at him. “Shut up! I’m still going to finish this, you know.”
“Sure you are. If you can walk a straight line, I’ll eat my hat.”
Chuck rolled his eyes and rose from his stool……
……only to trip and fall flat on his face.
He heard a burst of laughter above him. Seconds later, a lime slice was shoved in his face. He looked up to see Greg kneeling next to him. “Lime?”
Chuck wordlessly took it, and without even a change of expression squirted the juice directly into Greg’s eyes. As the older man yelled and frantically swiped at his eyes, Chuck smirked.
“Who can’t handle it, now?”
Summary: After his close call in Mirapulse, Chuck needs to work off some tension.
Ficlet #12, Dean/Chuck, NC-17
He’d put on a brave face for the crowd, but once it was just the two of them Chuck couldn’t stop shaking.
This had begun with a plea from Chuck that he didn’t want to be alone, and with Dean’s unwillingness to ignore anyone in distress.
But Dean had never imagined when he agreed to room with Chuck for the night, that the blonde would be naked and trembling in his arms within the hour. A pair of arms had wrapped themselves around him, a shaky voice had whispered, “Make me forget,” and a warm pair of lips had descended upon his.
He’d had his misgivings at first. But now Chuck was grasping his upper arms and moaning in pleasure as the bluenette moved within him, his face finally free of tears. He was still trembling, but it was in ecstasy instead of fear. At this moment, Dean knew he had made the right decision.
Summary: The group's plan to meet Lady Diana encounters a slight snag.
Ficlet #13, Rebecca, Dean/Chuck, PG
“You idiot! We’re supposed to be presentable when we appear before the Veruni, and now you’ve ruined everything!”
Chuck shrank back from her, holding his arms up as if he thought she was going to strike him. “I’m sorry! It’s not like I did it on purpose or anything!”
“Oh, you didn’t do it. He,” Rebecca said, turning her glare on Dean. “was the one who shoved you into a corner and molested you.”
“I didn’t molest him, Rebecca. I -"
“Shut up!” Rebecca cut her friend off in mid-sentence. “I don’t care about the specifics. Dean, give him your scarf.”
Blank stare. “Why?”
“Why? Because we need to cover up the damn hickey on his neck, that’s why!”
Dean and Chuck exchanged a nervous look. “Um……”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll do it myself.” She stepped forward and ripped Dean’s scarf from his neck before he could stop her. However, she immediately dropped the scarf in disbelief once it was in her hands.
Dean’s neck was literally covered in dark, easily visible marks. The last thing Rebecca wanted to do was count them, but she picked out at least five before tearing her eyes away.
Dean uttered an uneasy laugh. “You see, I would have given Chuck my scarf to cover his neck, but - urk!”
He was cut off once again as Rebecca lunged towards him and wrapped the scarf around his neck. He tried unsuccessfully to fend her off as she began to throttle him with his own clothing. “Gah…Rebecca……can’t……breathe………”
Luckily for Dean, he was saved by the arrival of Greg, who was the only one strong enough to pull Rebecca off of him. In the end, all six of them made it into the Rygs family mansion. The only way Chuck made it in, though, was to wrap Carol’s hair ribbon around his neck.
The infamous scarf incident was what prompted Dean and Chuck to make their “no hickeys from the neck up” rule.
Summary: Greg lets Rebecca in on something he's noticed during their time together.
Ficlet #14, Greg, Rebecca, G
“What?! But…but…I’m not in love with Dean!”
“Bullshit,” Greg said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall to face Rebecca. “I’m surprised nobody else has figured it out, actually.”
“That’s because there’s noting to figure out!”
Greg raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
Rebecca gave him an unflinching stare. When Greg didn’t look away after several minutes, she turned her head and sighed. “Fine, I am in love with him.” Just as suddenly as she’d looked away, she whipped her head up to stare at him with a frantic look in her eyes. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”
“Nah.” Greg briefly raised his hat to scratch his head. “They don’t have a clue.”
At his words, Rebecca visibly relaxed. “Good.” She leaned against the wall next to him. “I’m not ready to say anything to him yet. I know I should just get it over with and tell him how I feel, but…I just can’t work up the nerve to actually do it.” She was silent for a brief amount of time. “I’m sure it’ll work out, though. Even someone as dense as Dean has to realize what a good thing is right in front of him if I just come out and say it.”
Greg opened his mouth to argue, then shut it as he reconsidered. She’d likely be furious when she found out, and the last thing he wanted was for her to shoot the messenger. It would be wise to just let events run their course.
In the meantime, he wouldn’t mention the fact that he’d caught Dean in a heated make out session with Chuck when the three of them had shared a room at the last inn the group had visited. Better to let Rebecca find out some things for herself.
Summary: Avril has a suggestion.
Ficlet #15, Dean/Chuck/Avril, NC-17
The first time Avril had suggested it, Dean was convinced she had lost her mind. “Avril…I’m with you, not Chuck. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Avril shook her head. “I realize the seriousness of what I am proposing, Dean. I would not have brought it up if I wasn’t certain it was the best course of action.”
“But -"
She placed a finger over his lips, effectively silencing him. “It would do both of you a great deal of good. You love Chuck, do you not?” Dean didn’t reply. “Do you?”
“……Yes.”
“And he loves you as well. I’m sure of it.” Avril pulled Dean close to her, wrapping her arms around him. “Dean, I’m worried about what will happen if this tension between you and Chuck is not resolved. I have never once doubted your feelings for me, and I can accept the fact that you have fallen in love with two people. If the three of us try and fail, it will be worse than if we never did anything at all.”
“Avril……”
She kissed him. “Don’t worry. I have a good feeling about this.”
And of course, she was right. Dean had felt nothing but pure bliss as he’d kept a firm grip on Chuck’s hips, holding the blonde in place as the older boy rode him. And Chuck’s cry of pleasure as Avril pressed herself against him from behind and wrapped a hand around his cock was music to his ears.
Afterward, the three of them rest together in an exhausted, sweaty heap. Avril’s head rested on the left side of his chest, fast asleep. On his right side, Chuck mirrored her position. It wouldn’t be long before his arms fell asleep, since he held both of them firmly against him. However, he could honestly say that he had never felt more at peace.