Valentine's Day Drabble Collection
Have I mentioned that I've given up? Well, here's what I've managed to write before that. And it was supposed to be 40 drabbles total. I'm not even talking about the Disaster Second Edition aka Yuri Block that I've decided to move to White Day...
Perfection Block
Shade 1
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Akira x Agito
Rating: R solely for Agito's dirty mouth
Word count: 310
The reunion was warm, warmer than any of them could have predicted. Akira sailed into the shabby room they've chosen for the occasion with a bottle of some soft drink and a bouquet of red roses.
"What the fuck do I need it for?" Agito snorted. "And what happened to Ren?"
Akira shrugged and put the flowers on the table. "She ran away."
"So?"
"So I'm here." Akira answered calmly.
"Fuck." Agito cursed half-heartedly. The will to accuse Akira of betrayal or even to beat him into a bloody pulp has gone somewhere along with the anger and bitterness he'd been feeling for years.
"Forgive me?" Agito glanced at his rival/friend half-surprised to hear the words.
"Fuck you." He mumbled turning away. The closest to acceptance you could get from the Fang King, and Akira has known him well enough to recognise the signs. He smiled at his younger friend. Almost a brother but not quite. Not quite.
"Agito?" The young King didn't answer. Not that Akira expected him to. He walked, almost crawled to the younger boy half expecting him to throw a tantrum but the Fang King didn't move. Another step, still expecting rejection, but none came, and Akira bent to embrace the younger boy.
"What's that for?" He mumbled but didn't pull away.
"Don't know." He bent even further to put a small careful kiss on the boy's lips.
Agito still didn't resist but neither did he respond.
"I'm not substitute." He warned.
"I know. You're not. Never been."
Agito snorted. "Yeah, right."
"It's true." Akira looked into his eyes. "You were just... too small."
Another snort. "Fuck."
"You sure?" A raised eyebrow and good humour in the expressive eyes.
"You fucking pervert." Yet another snort, but Agito was already smiling.
Shade 2
Fandom: Aoi Hitsuji no Yume
Pairing: Ratri x Kai
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 424
"Wake up and shine."
Ratri was practically purring from the mere presence of his lover so he pretended to sleep to make him stay close a little longer.
"Come on, I know you've been awake for hours. Don't make me do something drastic." Playful warning in Kai's voice made Ratri very interested in what the younger man meant so he continued to pretend to be dead asleep. "Oh, don't tell me the Steel Ratri is getting old and lazy!" This one was accentuated by laughter and a poke to his cheek.
Some movement on the bed, and Ratri felt a tongue on his neck, swirling and slowly getting lower, stopping at his collarbone where it was replaced by a set of perfect sharp teeth. Still pretending to sleep Ratri let out a small moan answered by knowing laughter. "Not getting old I see." The teeth and tongue and lips went further down, much quicker, and Ratri had to control himself not to put his hands into that soft dark hair or pull Kai up for a deep and long good-morning kiss. Still down and Ratri was desperately holding onto his control when those lips closed around his morning erection moving slowly and leisurely if a bit too sloppily. And all too quickly it stopped. Ratri waited for a minute listening to the movements on the bed and was going to finally 'wake up' to see what made Kai stop when all of the thoughts flew right out of his head as something much tighter than his lover's mouth engulfed his shaft.
"Ah!"
"Not sleeping I see." Kai was smirking sitting astride Ratri, completely naked and marked in many places from the many activities last night.
"Not anymore." Ratri answered with a smirk of his own and moved his hips making Kai gasp. "You make a good alarm clock." He added before taking Kai's hand and pulling him for a kiss, deep and long, tongues battling, not for domination but to give the other one as much as they could.
"I bet." Kai said finally pulling away and started moving in a slow controlled pace.
The slow lovemaking was a perfect beginning of a day, and when the two reached their completion holding each other, calling each others' names, they both knew that even if there was much ahead of them, even if their dangerous job was far from over, they were good for now, perfect even, and they both were going to prolong and treasure this moment.
Shade 3
Fandom: Antique Bakery
Pairing: Ono x Chikage
Rating: light R
Word count: 466
The first part of the evening was uneventful. The suit was uncomfortable, yes, and the opera was quite frankly boring, but Chikage wasn't going to spoil the fun for Ono who was happy as a kid when he's got the tickets. So, here he was sitting in a box listening to Wagner with a deeply moved looking Ono glued to the lorgnette. He sighed.
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?" Chikage was surprised Ono even remembered of his existence.
"Don't sigh. At least not that loud or not that often."
"Sorry." He stifled another sigh.
"You're bored." It wasn't a question. Ono knew full well that Chikage wasn't interested in the slightest but still dragged him here for whatever reason. He was going to stifle yet another sigh when a hand appeared in his lap.
"Wh-what are you doing?" He practically squeaked and nearly fell from his seat.
"Making it interesting for you." Ono smiled sweetly at him and turned back to the lorgnette, his free hand travelling across Chikage's lap. The evil hand moved across one thigh then another then down to one knee squeezing it slightly, and Chikage didn't know if he should swat it away or encourage it or simply strangle it's owner who was obviously having fun at Chikage's extent. Ono chuckled as his hand moved up Chikage's thigh dangerously close to his groin, and Chikage turned bright red. That was it. He swatted the hand away but Ono didn't give up, he moved back to his previous position and pinched Chikage's thigh making the man jump.
"Stop it." Chikage gritted out.
"Why? It's fun, isn't it?" Yes, Ono was obviously having fun.
"No, it's not." Chikage was having problems breathing as the aforementioned hand grabbed the fabric between his legs and tugged.
"Ono, please..."
"Please what?" The man was proving his title of a Devil as he continued torturing poor Chikage grabbing his newly formed erection through his trousers then releasing him then travelling along his legs all the while watching the stage and obviously enjoying the music.
**after the show**
"Ah, it was wonderful." Ono stretched like a satisfied cat. "Brunnhilde was great, and Siegfried... I wonder if he's free after work." The Devilish Man smiled wistfully making his companion all the closer to killing him right on the spot.
"I hope you're not thinking..." Chikage was losing patience which didn't happen often and was scary considering the man's timid nature.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Ono laughed lightly. "We have some business at home, right?" He glanced at Chikage's lap covered by a jacket on his hand and waltzed out of the opera house.
Shade 4
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: AiRyuu
Rating: R?
Word count: 447
"So now, Quincy. Are you still going to resist me?" Aizen was standing tall across his captive chained to a cold stone wall.
"I'm sure you know the answer for yourself." Ryuuken spat trying to keep as much dignity as he could master.
"Tsk, tsk." Aizen strolled across the room practically eating Ryuuken with his gaze. And oh, there was a lot to eat. The Quincy's clothes were practically non-existent they were torn so much, the glasses were askew hanging loosely on one ear. And the chains. The perfect complement to the pale skin. Ishida senior was trying to set Aizen on fire with his glare which wasn't exactly working as the shinigami smirked and strolled closer.
"Now, you'll give me what I want or..." He arched a brow with a meaningful gaze.
"Or what?" Ryuuken gritted out. "No amount of torture will make me do it."
"We'll see." Aizen smiled evilly and traced a finger down the Quincy's cheek who was trying to turn away. "Now, now, my dear. Don't make it even harder on yourself." He smirked. "Although I'd be happy to oblige if you want to..."
"Fuck you." The Quincy spat.
"Oh, I don't think so. The other way round maybe?" He cocked his head contemplating the idea. "Yes, definitely."
Ryuuken was visibly terrified and visibly trying to hide it.
"Now, what would you want me to do to you?" The shinigami was trailing his hands all over his captive's body. "Would you want it here?" He trailed Ryuuken's lips with a finger. "Or here?" The other hand trailed lower, past the abdomen, still lower between his legs to stop at the Quincy's opening massaging it.
"Get off me, bastard." Was his answer.
"Tsk, tsk, not very nice of you." One of Aizen's fingers entered Ryuuken while his other hand went down to pinch his nipple making the Quincy gasp. "Don't fight it, dear." Aizen purred.
Ryuuken let out a moan as the second finger entered him stretching, searching. A moment later Aizen's mouth joined the torture biting Ryuuken's free nipple then going up to his neck to mark him. The Quincy moaned loudly and banged his head into the wall.
"Ouch!"
"Are you alright?" Aizen looked at him worriedly.
"You bet I'm not." Ryuuken grumbled.
"Oh, my. Didn't we overdo the role-play?"
"You bet we did." Ryuuken glared. "My back is killing me."
"Sorry." Aizen said not looking sorry in the slightest. "Should we continue in the more comfortable conditions?"
Ryuuken nodded while he was released from the shackles.
Shade 5
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Graham x Billy
Rating: PG for the implication
Word count: 309
"So, for the old times!" Graham held his glass.
"Don't mind me spoiling the fun but... what are you doing here?" Billy sat across from him watching his old friend ravish his best bottle of wine.
"Don't be a nag." Graham waved at him and took a blissful sip of the century old wine. "Is it wrong to visit my friend once in a while?"
"Not... if you're not barging in in the middle of an experiment and making him open wine worth of a fortune." He folded his arms.
"Oh, come on!" Graham sighed exasperatedly. "Have fun for a moment will you?"
Billy glared at him, sighed and poured himself a glass of wine conceding.
"That's better. Now, to us!"
The pair sipped wine and chatted content with the easy atmosphere forgetting all about the world outside the small house. The hours have passed, the empty bottle stood lonely on the table, and Graham looked at his watch for the first time since he'd arrived.
"Oh, look at the time. I have a test flight tomorrow; I have to go, sorry."
Billy shrugged a little disappointed.
"I'll catch up with you later."
"Yes, come by when you have free time."
Graham stopped halfway to the door. There was something sad in Billy's tone that he's almost missed. He looked back to see the scientist looking into his empty glass with an unreadable expression.
"You know..." He stopped for a moment contemplating. "It could be easier to commute to the base from here. Not to mention it's not very safe to drive after drinking..."
"When did 'safe' ever stop you?" Billy snorted. "Go on, I'll be alright."
"I'm sure you will." Graham answered walking back to his friend. "Now let me escort you to your bedroom."
Shade 6
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Lockon x Allelujah
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 212
He still remembered it. The voice, the smile, the hands. The way his eyes glinted with good humour and the way he frowned. He did, and it was hard, too hard on him to see his mirror image walking past him every day, being so close, so similar but not the same. It was different than losing his other half, his second personality. Hallelujah was still a part of him, hidden somewhere deep down, waiting for a chance to wreck havoc in his head while Lockon... was not. Not Lockon, he corrected himself, the one they should call by this name was his younger brother, but he was so used to this name, used to call it, sometimes tenderly, sometimes desperately, sometimes annoyed, sometimes sad, and every single time it has made him calm, helped him hold onto his waning sanity along with a pair of strong arms around him and steady breath in his ear. But these arms were not here anymore, and their twins were never going to take the other man's part, not that Allelujah wanted them to. So now he had to drawn his sorrows, dull the memories or maybe make them even more vivid, confuse them with reality because honestly, it was all he had left.
Shade 7
Fandom: Hero Heel
Pairing: Sawada x Minami
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 329
"I'll be late today, we have to finish the episode." Minami was tying the laces of his worn sneakers, and it was hard to tell he was actually a rising movie star and not some university student getting late for a lecture. Sawada snorted at the image.
"What?"
"Nothing. Don't worry, I'll be here, I have to review the script."
The actors kissed, and Minami was off with the usual "Ittekimasu!"
"Now, what do we have..." Sawada smirked with the image of what he was going to surprise Minami with.
**some hours later, a little after midnight**
Minami crawled into the apartment as quiet as he could. His lover was probably asleep by now, and he didn't want to wake him. The only thing he wanted was to get to the kitchen and fix a fast meal, preferably without a single sound. He stepped into the kitchen area and was going to turn the lights on when a pair of hands grabbed him from behind.
"Oh no, you don't." Sawada murmured into his ear.
"Did I wake you? Sorry." Minami tried to reach the light switch but was stopped again.
"You didn't." Said Sawada in an enigmatic tone and tagged Minami out of the kitchen and to the living room where the younger actor was astonished to see a candle lit table.
"What's come over you?" 'Surprised' was understatement of the century, and Minami touched Sawada's forehead to check for fever.
"What, I can't do something nice once in a while?" Sawada was winding up.
"Sorry, sorry. Thank you."
The older actor led him to the table and poured some wine.
"So. What's the occasion?"
Sawada shrugged. "What do you think?"
"I don't know. It's neither of our birthdays, and our anniversary is months away."
Sawada rolled his eyes. "And I thought you were the romantic one." He snorted and sipped his wine.
Shade 8
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: 83
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 367
Sanzo was smoking tiredly on a log near the fire. The last beer was gone thanks to the kappa snoring peacefully in the tent, and he contemplated for a moment kicking him awake and making him walk to the nearest town some dozens of miles away to get some more, but the more he thought about it the less appealing it seemed, especially with all of his body cracking painfully from the stress and sheer physical weariness.
"You alright?" Hakkai appeared near him with a cup of herbal tea, the usual smile not completely reaching his eyes.
Sanzo grumbled in response.
"The moon is nice tonight, don't you think?" Hakkai said conversationally.
"Un." Sanzo reached for a stick to light another cigarette and cringed painfully.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Hakkai asked worriedly.
"No. My back is killing me." And it really did. Sanzo felt like he was forty years older and every muscle in his body went on strike.
"Wait a moment." Hakkai set his tea down and disappeared into the tent to come back a minute later with a blanket that he laid out on the ground.
"Come here." He patted the blanket.
Sanzo arched an eyebrow.
"Your back." Hakkai clarified.
Sanzo got up with a groan and went to lie down on the blanket, the cigarette still hanging from his mouth.
"This one has to go." Hakkai took the paper stick and threw it away accompanied by Sanzo's displeased growl. He then sat astride Sanzo's hips and started massaging him combining physical pressure with chi. Some time passed in silence if not for Sanzo's small groans, and the both of them were quite content without the meaningless words. Sanzo thought of something of his own while Hakkai just enjoyed the closeness and the timid feeling of helping someone important. Not to the world, he didn't care about Sanzo's title or his standing, but someone important to him personally.
"Alright, done." Hakkai carefully got up. "Are you going back to the tent?"
Sanzo groaned negatively.
"Alright then." Hakkai bent down to place a small peck on Sanzo's cheek. "Good night, Sanzo." And with that he was gone.
Shade 9
Fandom: Zombie Loan
Pairing: Shiba x Chika
Rating: PG
Word count: 440
"What do you want from me?" Chika watched suspiciously as the boy across from him walked on the edge of the roof.
"Nothing more than you want from me I guess." Shiba shrugged. "Friendship, company, something interesting in life... after life." He shrugged again.
"You've betrayed me." Chika folded his hands on his chest.
"No way." Shiba snorted. "You've betrayed me, dear friend. You've left me alone to die of boredom! And now that I've become the Butterfly? You don't need me anymore. Or is it that new friend of yours?" Shiba watched the other boy intently.
"Hey, I didn't leave you! I couldn't bring you into this mess!"
Shiba shook his head chuckling.
"It's true! And I can't just leave Shito, you know why!"
"Yeah, right. You could've done something to that hand of yours a long time ago if you wanted to."
"I'm not as smart as you!"
"Yes, you're not." Shiba jumped off the edging of the roof and walked to Chika.
"Come with me to the Z-Loan! I know Bekko-san can do something about it, you can become normal again! We can work together!" There was definite hope in Chika's eyes. Yes, Shiba has disappointed him great deal, but everyone deserved the second chance, even the murderer his friend has become.
"Do I want to?" Shiba asked with an arched brow, mere inches away from Chika. "To be normal I mean. You know full well how bored I was."
"Then you can just work for the Z-Loan with me, Shito and the Gopher."
"You won't give up that easily, will you?" It wasn't really a question, more of an observation, but Chika shook his head anyway. "Then what will you do to make me come?" Shito's face was dangerously close to Chika's, looking right into his eyes with an ironic smile.
"I don't know..." Chika's face showed the work process in his brain that was a lot more complicated that the zombie could do. "Like... This?" He squeezed his eyes and kissed Shito who stood with his brows raised for a moment before taking Chika's face into his hands and deepening the kiss.
"That, I admit, was not something I expected." He said after pulling apart. "That's the thing I like about you, Chika. You're unpredictable; it's never boring with you."
"See?" Chika was beaming at him. "So, come with me?"
"I’ll... think about it." Shiba answered. And he really did.
Disaster Block
Shade 1
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Kaito x Akira
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 267
"Hey, you!"
Akira glanced at the other man who was smoking with a sadistic-bored expression.
"Yes, Kaito-san?"
"Come here." Kaito waved a hand at him, and Akira had to oblige if a bit reluctantly. Something was wrong... The older man practically smelled evil glee and it was never a good sign.
"Come on, I don't bite." Kaito waved his hand again, impatiently.
'As if...' Akira thought but didn't voice it. He did respect the older man, true, but sometimes the Wanijima Crocodile was outright scary. Even for Akira who wasn't an angel himself.
"Here, drink." The older cop moved a glass and a bottle of whiskey across the small table to his younger partner. Which Akira eyed with utter suspicion.
"I'm underage." He stated lamely.
"Don't give me that crap." Kaito sneered. "Drink it or I'll shoot you, and pray that I didn't load real bullets instead of rubber."
Akira gulped, poured a little whiskey into his glass and took a small reluctant gulp.
"Don't cringe that much! Are you a man or what?" He grabbed Akira's glass and filled it almost to the brim then grabbed Akira by his collar. "Now take it like a man you're supposed to be." He smirked evilly.
"No, Kaito-san! I--" Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle.
A moment later Akira was lying unconcious on the dirty floor of the trailer with a telltale blush on his face.
"Ch'" Kaito snorted. "That's Valentine's Day for you. And here I was hoping for a little fun..."
Shade 2
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: SupiSano
Rating: G
Word count: 374
"Now, what are we doing here?" Sano folded his hands on his chest glaring at the Flame King.
"What? You never had a date at an amusement park? I didn't." He said after another glare and waved an ice-cream in front of the younger flamer's face. "Come on, I don't want to miss the roller coaster." The King rode to the very big queue an ice-cream in his hand and a silly smile on his face. Sano sighed in utter despair and rode after him.
**a few hours later**
"I can't believe they made me take off the ATs!" Spitfire ranted. "I have to what, walk?"
Sano rolled his eyes. "I can't believe they let you in in them in the first place. And doing tricks during the ride was crazy! Even for you."
"What? It was slow! And all those people were cheering for me!"
"They were just screaming!"
"They did?"
"Yes, they did."
A moment of silence.
"Anyway! They didn't have to take away my regalia! What do I have to wear now?!" He looked at his slippers-covered feet as if they were going to bite him.
Sano only smirked at that. His ATs were very conveniently disguised, so at the moment he's had an apparent upper hand over his spaz of a lover/rival which amused him a great deal. He considered to propose 'a race to cheer Spitfire up' but it was too cruel. Even for him. So Sano was left to snicker quietly every time Spitfire tried to 'ride' in his white slippers and nearly made a crack in the pavement by his nose a couple of times.
After hours and hours of suffering queues and riding all the possible and impossible attractions including the 'love boat' (which gathered a small crowd of screaming fujoshi with cameras) the Storm Riders were tired enough to head back. Spitfire sighed a sigh of relief as he's got his regalia back at the entrance and almost instantly soared up doing a couple tricks to see if the tuning was off. Sano followed him still snickering, and the pair headed back home.
Shade 3
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Teru x Light
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 635
Light woke from the awful howling. The first thought was that Ryuuk has eaten too much apples and was having a painful indigestion, but first of all, it has never happened before, and secondly, he wasn't sure the Shinigami could have an indigestion or if he even had the appropriate organs. So, Ryuuk was crossed out of his mental list. Then came the bizarre idea that L has thought of a new plan to annoy him out of his wits so he could expose himself. But that was also impossible as the eccentric detective was dead and his protégés were not crazy enough to come up with such an idea. Another big fat line in his mental list. So what did it leave him with?
"Shut up you freak!!!" One of the neighbours was screaming, then there was a loud crash and the howling changed for a moment. Then it got even louder, and Light could finally make out some of the words.
"God... Love... God... Devotion... God... Forever..."
"Oh, f..." Light cursed. Now he had the faintest idea who it could be, and he was going to kill Takada for giving the fanatic his address.
The neighbours were cursing, too, and threatening to call the police, and Light so didn't want to uncover his connection to the fourth Kira by helping him out of jail. He dialled the familiar number.
"God! I'm so humbly glad you've answered my prayers!"
Light cringed.
"Get up here. Now. I'm opening the door."
A moment later Mikami was standing in front of Light's door ringing and humming some fanatical crap. Light cursed again and pushed the intercom button.
"God! God!" Teru chirped almost hysterically.
Light tried to stay calm with all his waning might.
"Now, I'll open the door..." He had to count to ten to stay calm as another round of 'prayers' began. "But!" He interrupted the other man. "You won't enter right away. You'll have to wait for two minutes. You can't see my face, because if you do, out deal is off. Understood?"
Teru mumbled something in response and Light unlocked the door after which he ran frantically searching for something to cover his face and cursing his habit of ignoring Halloween parties. Thankfully his gaze fell upon a saving object. Some time ago Misa had a role in a low class horror movie, and believe it or not she's taken a liking to the main antagonist's mask, a crude mix of Jason and Freddy Krueger.
"GO-- ...d." Teru stopped exactly where he ran into the room looking like a child who was given a dog's poo instead of candy.
"I told you not to contact me in any way and not to search for me, did I not?" Light growled from his chair.
"Yes, but... God, today is so special! I wanted to sing my prayers for you in person! Even your Shinigami said I better go to you!"
Now Light knew exactly who he was going to kill. The only question was: how?
"Let me sing for you!!!" Teru fell to his knees.
"If you do." Light glared at Mikami forgetting that he had a mask on. "I swear your name will be the next in the Death Note! Now get out!"
"But... but... but... God!!!" Teru crawled to Light's feet and started kissing his slippers. "Please! Let me sing for you! Please!!!"
Light tried kicking Mikami off, tried tearing him from himself, but the other man was sticking like a leech.
"No! Get out! No... no..." Light woke up with a start. The fragments of the nightmare were still lingering causing him to sweat and tremble. Someone was howling outside...
Shade 4
Fandom: Slayers
Pairing: XelZel
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 379
"Marry me!"
Zelgadis choked on the coffee he was drinking and coughed painfully.
"What? You don't even have to cook!" Xelloss was beaming at him from across the table.
Zelgadis growled and thought of Rah-Tiltig the mazoku then and there but decided against it as he'd be the one to pay for all of the damage.
"Xeoolss-san! That's not even funny!" Amelia squeaked from his right, and Zelgadis thought his eardrums were going to explode.
"Why, I'm not joking!" Xelloss declared happily.
Amelia fainted.
"Why would you want to marry Zel?" It was Lina. Pragmatic as always, she said it while gulping down a whole chicken and kicking Gourry who naively thought the chicken was his.
"Well..." Xelloss put a finger to his mouth in thought. "He's a stock of most delicious free food..."
"That's unfair!" It was Amelia again pointing her Finger Of Justice at Xelloss and huffing like a bull. "Zelgadis-san is not a stock! Nor he a thing!"
"Shut up, chibi." Lina again. "So, what do you have to offer if we give him to you?" It was hard to tell if she looked more like a professional matchmaker or a trader.
"A chest full of gold, top quality... and a wedding feast." Xelloss was no better himself. His beaming looked both like a slick tradesman and a very rich eligible bachelor.
"Feast...?" Lina looked thoughtful. "And the chest. How big is it?"
"This big." Xellos mentioned with his hands.
There were stars in Lina's eyes. "Deal! Take him!"
"Hey! Aren't you supposed to ask me first?!" Zelgadis. Looking pissed ad ready to blow up the tavern consequences be damned.
"I did!" Xelloss informed him happily. "And you didn't disagree!"
"I didn't agree!"
"Oh, come on, Zel." Lina patted him on the back. "Think of it. Feeeeeast."
Zeldagis looked murderous for a moment then just turned and stomped out of the tavern.
"So. Now what?" Lina was the first to speak and more than a little worried that she wouldn't get her reward if Zel ran away.
"I'm getting back my bride of course!" Xelloss beamed ten times brighter than usual and was gone with a flash.
Perfection Block
Shade 1
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Akira x Agito
Rating: R solely for Agito's dirty mouth
Word count: 310
The reunion was warm, warmer than any of them could have predicted. Akira sailed into the shabby room they've chosen for the occasion with a bottle of some soft drink and a bouquet of red roses.
"What the fuck do I need it for?" Agito snorted. "And what happened to Ren?"
Akira shrugged and put the flowers on the table. "She ran away."
"So?"
"So I'm here." Akira answered calmly.
"Fuck." Agito cursed half-heartedly. The will to accuse Akira of betrayal or even to beat him into a bloody pulp has gone somewhere along with the anger and bitterness he'd been feeling for years.
"Forgive me?" Agito glanced at his rival/friend half-surprised to hear the words.
"Fuck you." He mumbled turning away. The closest to acceptance you could get from the Fang King, and Akira has known him well enough to recognise the signs. He smiled at his younger friend. Almost a brother but not quite. Not quite.
"Agito?" The young King didn't answer. Not that Akira expected him to. He walked, almost crawled to the younger boy half expecting him to throw a tantrum but the Fang King didn't move. Another step, still expecting rejection, but none came, and Akira bent to embrace the younger boy.
"What's that for?" He mumbled but didn't pull away.
"Don't know." He bent even further to put a small careful kiss on the boy's lips.
Agito still didn't resist but neither did he respond.
"I'm not substitute." He warned.
"I know. You're not. Never been."
Agito snorted. "Yeah, right."
"It's true." Akira looked into his eyes. "You were just... too small."
Another snort. "Fuck."
"You sure?" A raised eyebrow and good humour in the expressive eyes.
"You fucking pervert." Yet another snort, but Agito was already smiling.
Shade 2
Fandom: Aoi Hitsuji no Yume
Pairing: Ratri x Kai
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 424
"Wake up and shine."
Ratri was practically purring from the mere presence of his lover so he pretended to sleep to make him stay close a little longer.
"Come on, I know you've been awake for hours. Don't make me do something drastic." Playful warning in Kai's voice made Ratri very interested in what the younger man meant so he continued to pretend to be dead asleep. "Oh, don't tell me the Steel Ratri is getting old and lazy!" This one was accentuated by laughter and a poke to his cheek.
Some movement on the bed, and Ratri felt a tongue on his neck, swirling and slowly getting lower, stopping at his collarbone where it was replaced by a set of perfect sharp teeth. Still pretending to sleep Ratri let out a small moan answered by knowing laughter. "Not getting old I see." The teeth and tongue and lips went further down, much quicker, and Ratri had to control himself not to put his hands into that soft dark hair or pull Kai up for a deep and long good-morning kiss. Still down and Ratri was desperately holding onto his control when those lips closed around his morning erection moving slowly and leisurely if a bit too sloppily. And all too quickly it stopped. Ratri waited for a minute listening to the movements on the bed and was going to finally 'wake up' to see what made Kai stop when all of the thoughts flew right out of his head as something much tighter than his lover's mouth engulfed his shaft.
"Ah!"
"Not sleeping I see." Kai was smirking sitting astride Ratri, completely naked and marked in many places from the many activities last night.
"Not anymore." Ratri answered with a smirk of his own and moved his hips making Kai gasp. "You make a good alarm clock." He added before taking Kai's hand and pulling him for a kiss, deep and long, tongues battling, not for domination but to give the other one as much as they could.
"I bet." Kai said finally pulling away and started moving in a slow controlled pace.
The slow lovemaking was a perfect beginning of a day, and when the two reached their completion holding each other, calling each others' names, they both knew that even if there was much ahead of them, even if their dangerous job was far from over, they were good for now, perfect even, and they both were going to prolong and treasure this moment.
Shade 3
Fandom: Antique Bakery
Pairing: Ono x Chikage
Rating: light R
Word count: 466
The first part of the evening was uneventful. The suit was uncomfortable, yes, and the opera was quite frankly boring, but Chikage wasn't going to spoil the fun for Ono who was happy as a kid when he's got the tickets. So, here he was sitting in a box listening to Wagner with a deeply moved looking Ono glued to the lorgnette. He sighed.
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?" Chikage was surprised Ono even remembered of his existence.
"Don't sigh. At least not that loud or not that often."
"Sorry." He stifled another sigh.
"You're bored." It wasn't a question. Ono knew full well that Chikage wasn't interested in the slightest but still dragged him here for whatever reason. He was going to stifle yet another sigh when a hand appeared in his lap.
"Wh-what are you doing?" He practically squeaked and nearly fell from his seat.
"Making it interesting for you." Ono smiled sweetly at him and turned back to the lorgnette, his free hand travelling across Chikage's lap. The evil hand moved across one thigh then another then down to one knee squeezing it slightly, and Chikage didn't know if he should swat it away or encourage it or simply strangle it's owner who was obviously having fun at Chikage's extent. Ono chuckled as his hand moved up Chikage's thigh dangerously close to his groin, and Chikage turned bright red. That was it. He swatted the hand away but Ono didn't give up, he moved back to his previous position and pinched Chikage's thigh making the man jump.
"Stop it." Chikage gritted out.
"Why? It's fun, isn't it?" Yes, Ono was obviously having fun.
"No, it's not." Chikage was having problems breathing as the aforementioned hand grabbed the fabric between his legs and tugged.
"Ono, please..."
"Please what?" The man was proving his title of a Devil as he continued torturing poor Chikage grabbing his newly formed erection through his trousers then releasing him then travelling along his legs all the while watching the stage and obviously enjoying the music.
**after the show**
"Ah, it was wonderful." Ono stretched like a satisfied cat. "Brunnhilde was great, and Siegfried... I wonder if he's free after work." The Devilish Man smiled wistfully making his companion all the closer to killing him right on the spot.
"I hope you're not thinking..." Chikage was losing patience which didn't happen often and was scary considering the man's timid nature.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Ono laughed lightly. "We have some business at home, right?" He glanced at Chikage's lap covered by a jacket on his hand and waltzed out of the opera house.
Shade 4
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: AiRyuu
Rating: R?
Word count: 447
"So now, Quincy. Are you still going to resist me?" Aizen was standing tall across his captive chained to a cold stone wall.
"I'm sure you know the answer for yourself." Ryuuken spat trying to keep as much dignity as he could master.
"Tsk, tsk." Aizen strolled across the room practically eating Ryuuken with his gaze. And oh, there was a lot to eat. The Quincy's clothes were practically non-existent they were torn so much, the glasses were askew hanging loosely on one ear. And the chains. The perfect complement to the pale skin. Ishida senior was trying to set Aizen on fire with his glare which wasn't exactly working as the shinigami smirked and strolled closer.
"Now, you'll give me what I want or..." He arched a brow with a meaningful gaze.
"Or what?" Ryuuken gritted out. "No amount of torture will make me do it."
"We'll see." Aizen smiled evilly and traced a finger down the Quincy's cheek who was trying to turn away. "Now, now, my dear. Don't make it even harder on yourself." He smirked. "Although I'd be happy to oblige if you want to..."
"Fuck you." The Quincy spat.
"Oh, I don't think so. The other way round maybe?" He cocked his head contemplating the idea. "Yes, definitely."
Ryuuken was visibly terrified and visibly trying to hide it.
"Now, what would you want me to do to you?" The shinigami was trailing his hands all over his captive's body. "Would you want it here?" He trailed Ryuuken's lips with a finger. "Or here?" The other hand trailed lower, past the abdomen, still lower between his legs to stop at the Quincy's opening massaging it.
"Get off me, bastard." Was his answer.
"Tsk, tsk, not very nice of you." One of Aizen's fingers entered Ryuuken while his other hand went down to pinch his nipple making the Quincy gasp. "Don't fight it, dear." Aizen purred.
Ryuuken let out a moan as the second finger entered him stretching, searching. A moment later Aizen's mouth joined the torture biting Ryuuken's free nipple then going up to his neck to mark him. The Quincy moaned loudly and banged his head into the wall.
"Ouch!"
"Are you alright?" Aizen looked at him worriedly.
"You bet I'm not." Ryuuken grumbled.
"Oh, my. Didn't we overdo the role-play?"
"You bet we did." Ryuuken glared. "My back is killing me."
"Sorry." Aizen said not looking sorry in the slightest. "Should we continue in the more comfortable conditions?"
Ryuuken nodded while he was released from the shackles.
Shade 5
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Graham x Billy
Rating: PG for the implication
Word count: 309
"So, for the old times!" Graham held his glass.
"Don't mind me spoiling the fun but... what are you doing here?" Billy sat across from him watching his old friend ravish his best bottle of wine.
"Don't be a nag." Graham waved at him and took a blissful sip of the century old wine. "Is it wrong to visit my friend once in a while?"
"Not... if you're not barging in in the middle of an experiment and making him open wine worth of a fortune." He folded his arms.
"Oh, come on!" Graham sighed exasperatedly. "Have fun for a moment will you?"
Billy glared at him, sighed and poured himself a glass of wine conceding.
"That's better. Now, to us!"
The pair sipped wine and chatted content with the easy atmosphere forgetting all about the world outside the small house. The hours have passed, the empty bottle stood lonely on the table, and Graham looked at his watch for the first time since he'd arrived.
"Oh, look at the time. I have a test flight tomorrow; I have to go, sorry."
Billy shrugged a little disappointed.
"I'll catch up with you later."
"Yes, come by when you have free time."
Graham stopped halfway to the door. There was something sad in Billy's tone that he's almost missed. He looked back to see the scientist looking into his empty glass with an unreadable expression.
"You know..." He stopped for a moment contemplating. "It could be easier to commute to the base from here. Not to mention it's not very safe to drive after drinking..."
"When did 'safe' ever stop you?" Billy snorted. "Go on, I'll be alright."
"I'm sure you will." Graham answered walking back to his friend. "Now let me escort you to your bedroom."
Shade 6
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Lockon x Allelujah
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 212
He still remembered it. The voice, the smile, the hands. The way his eyes glinted with good humour and the way he frowned. He did, and it was hard, too hard on him to see his mirror image walking past him every day, being so close, so similar but not the same. It was different than losing his other half, his second personality. Hallelujah was still a part of him, hidden somewhere deep down, waiting for a chance to wreck havoc in his head while Lockon... was not. Not Lockon, he corrected himself, the one they should call by this name was his younger brother, but he was so used to this name, used to call it, sometimes tenderly, sometimes desperately, sometimes annoyed, sometimes sad, and every single time it has made him calm, helped him hold onto his waning sanity along with a pair of strong arms around him and steady breath in his ear. But these arms were not here anymore, and their twins were never going to take the other man's part, not that Allelujah wanted them to. So now he had to drawn his sorrows, dull the memories or maybe make them even more vivid, confuse them with reality because honestly, it was all he had left.
Shade 7
Fandom: Hero Heel
Pairing: Sawada x Minami
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 329
"I'll be late today, we have to finish the episode." Minami was tying the laces of his worn sneakers, and it was hard to tell he was actually a rising movie star and not some university student getting late for a lecture. Sawada snorted at the image.
"What?"
"Nothing. Don't worry, I'll be here, I have to review the script."
The actors kissed, and Minami was off with the usual "Ittekimasu!"
"Now, what do we have..." Sawada smirked with the image of what he was going to surprise Minami with.
**some hours later, a little after midnight**
Minami crawled into the apartment as quiet as he could. His lover was probably asleep by now, and he didn't want to wake him. The only thing he wanted was to get to the kitchen and fix a fast meal, preferably without a single sound. He stepped into the kitchen area and was going to turn the lights on when a pair of hands grabbed him from behind.
"Oh no, you don't." Sawada murmured into his ear.
"Did I wake you? Sorry." Minami tried to reach the light switch but was stopped again.
"You didn't." Said Sawada in an enigmatic tone and tagged Minami out of the kitchen and to the living room where the younger actor was astonished to see a candle lit table.
"What's come over you?" 'Surprised' was understatement of the century, and Minami touched Sawada's forehead to check for fever.
"What, I can't do something nice once in a while?" Sawada was winding up.
"Sorry, sorry. Thank you."
The older actor led him to the table and poured some wine.
"So. What's the occasion?"
Sawada shrugged. "What do you think?"
"I don't know. It's neither of our birthdays, and our anniversary is months away."
Sawada rolled his eyes. "And I thought you were the romantic one." He snorted and sipped his wine.
Shade 8
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: 83
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 367
Sanzo was smoking tiredly on a log near the fire. The last beer was gone thanks to the kappa snoring peacefully in the tent, and he contemplated for a moment kicking him awake and making him walk to the nearest town some dozens of miles away to get some more, but the more he thought about it the less appealing it seemed, especially with all of his body cracking painfully from the stress and sheer physical weariness.
"You alright?" Hakkai appeared near him with a cup of herbal tea, the usual smile not completely reaching his eyes.
Sanzo grumbled in response.
"The moon is nice tonight, don't you think?" Hakkai said conversationally.
"Un." Sanzo reached for a stick to light another cigarette and cringed painfully.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Hakkai asked worriedly.
"No. My back is killing me." And it really did. Sanzo felt like he was forty years older and every muscle in his body went on strike.
"Wait a moment." Hakkai set his tea down and disappeared into the tent to come back a minute later with a blanket that he laid out on the ground.
"Come here." He patted the blanket.
Sanzo arched an eyebrow.
"Your back." Hakkai clarified.
Sanzo got up with a groan and went to lie down on the blanket, the cigarette still hanging from his mouth.
"This one has to go." Hakkai took the paper stick and threw it away accompanied by Sanzo's displeased growl. He then sat astride Sanzo's hips and started massaging him combining physical pressure with chi. Some time passed in silence if not for Sanzo's small groans, and the both of them were quite content without the meaningless words. Sanzo thought of something of his own while Hakkai just enjoyed the closeness and the timid feeling of helping someone important. Not to the world, he didn't care about Sanzo's title or his standing, but someone important to him personally.
"Alright, done." Hakkai carefully got up. "Are you going back to the tent?"
Sanzo groaned negatively.
"Alright then." Hakkai bent down to place a small peck on Sanzo's cheek. "Good night, Sanzo." And with that he was gone.
Shade 9
Fandom: Zombie Loan
Pairing: Shiba x Chika
Rating: PG
Word count: 440
"What do you want from me?" Chika watched suspiciously as the boy across from him walked on the edge of the roof.
"Nothing more than you want from me I guess." Shiba shrugged. "Friendship, company, something interesting in life... after life." He shrugged again.
"You've betrayed me." Chika folded his hands on his chest.
"No way." Shiba snorted. "You've betrayed me, dear friend. You've left me alone to die of boredom! And now that I've become the Butterfly? You don't need me anymore. Or is it that new friend of yours?" Shiba watched the other boy intently.
"Hey, I didn't leave you! I couldn't bring you into this mess!"
Shiba shook his head chuckling.
"It's true! And I can't just leave Shito, you know why!"
"Yeah, right. You could've done something to that hand of yours a long time ago if you wanted to."
"I'm not as smart as you!"
"Yes, you're not." Shiba jumped off the edging of the roof and walked to Chika.
"Come with me to the Z-Loan! I know Bekko-san can do something about it, you can become normal again! We can work together!" There was definite hope in Chika's eyes. Yes, Shiba has disappointed him great deal, but everyone deserved the second chance, even the murderer his friend has become.
"Do I want to?" Shiba asked with an arched brow, mere inches away from Chika. "To be normal I mean. You know full well how bored I was."
"Then you can just work for the Z-Loan with me, Shito and the Gopher."
"You won't give up that easily, will you?" It wasn't really a question, more of an observation, but Chika shook his head anyway. "Then what will you do to make me come?" Shito's face was dangerously close to Chika's, looking right into his eyes with an ironic smile.
"I don't know..." Chika's face showed the work process in his brain that was a lot more complicated that the zombie could do. "Like... This?" He squeezed his eyes and kissed Shito who stood with his brows raised for a moment before taking Chika's face into his hands and deepening the kiss.
"That, I admit, was not something I expected." He said after pulling apart. "That's the thing I like about you, Chika. You're unpredictable; it's never boring with you."
"See?" Chika was beaming at him. "So, come with me?"
"I’ll... think about it." Shiba answered. And he really did.
Disaster Block
Shade 1
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Kaito x Akira
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 267
"Hey, you!"
Akira glanced at the other man who was smoking with a sadistic-bored expression.
"Yes, Kaito-san?"
"Come here." Kaito waved a hand at him, and Akira had to oblige if a bit reluctantly. Something was wrong... The older man practically smelled evil glee and it was never a good sign.
"Come on, I don't bite." Kaito waved his hand again, impatiently.
'As if...' Akira thought but didn't voice it. He did respect the older man, true, but sometimes the Wanijima Crocodile was outright scary. Even for Akira who wasn't an angel himself.
"Here, drink." The older cop moved a glass and a bottle of whiskey across the small table to his younger partner. Which Akira eyed with utter suspicion.
"I'm underage." He stated lamely.
"Don't give me that crap." Kaito sneered. "Drink it or I'll shoot you, and pray that I didn't load real bullets instead of rubber."
Akira gulped, poured a little whiskey into his glass and took a small reluctant gulp.
"Don't cringe that much! Are you a man or what?" He grabbed Akira's glass and filled it almost to the brim then grabbed Akira by his collar. "Now take it like a man you're supposed to be." He smirked evilly.
"No, Kaito-san! I--" Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle.
A moment later Akira was lying unconcious on the dirty floor of the trailer with a telltale blush on his face.
"Ch'" Kaito snorted. "That's Valentine's Day for you. And here I was hoping for a little fun..."
Shade 2
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: SupiSano
Rating: G
Word count: 374
"Now, what are we doing here?" Sano folded his hands on his chest glaring at the Flame King.
"What? You never had a date at an amusement park? I didn't." He said after another glare and waved an ice-cream in front of the younger flamer's face. "Come on, I don't want to miss the roller coaster." The King rode to the very big queue an ice-cream in his hand and a silly smile on his face. Sano sighed in utter despair and rode after him.
**a few hours later**
"I can't believe they made me take off the ATs!" Spitfire ranted. "I have to what, walk?"
Sano rolled his eyes. "I can't believe they let you in in them in the first place. And doing tricks during the ride was crazy! Even for you."
"What? It was slow! And all those people were cheering for me!"
"They were just screaming!"
"They did?"
"Yes, they did."
A moment of silence.
"Anyway! They didn't have to take away my regalia! What do I have to wear now?!" He looked at his slippers-covered feet as if they were going to bite him.
Sano only smirked at that. His ATs were very conveniently disguised, so at the moment he's had an apparent upper hand over his spaz of a lover/rival which amused him a great deal. He considered to propose 'a race to cheer Spitfire up' but it was too cruel. Even for him. So Sano was left to snicker quietly every time Spitfire tried to 'ride' in his white slippers and nearly made a crack in the pavement by his nose a couple of times.
After hours and hours of suffering queues and riding all the possible and impossible attractions including the 'love boat' (which gathered a small crowd of screaming fujoshi with cameras) the Storm Riders were tired enough to head back. Spitfire sighed a sigh of relief as he's got his regalia back at the entrance and almost instantly soared up doing a couple tricks to see if the tuning was off. Sano followed him still snickering, and the pair headed back home.
Shade 3
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Teru x Light
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 635
Light woke from the awful howling. The first thought was that Ryuuk has eaten too much apples and was having a painful indigestion, but first of all, it has never happened before, and secondly, he wasn't sure the Shinigami could have an indigestion or if he even had the appropriate organs. So, Ryuuk was crossed out of his mental list. Then came the bizarre idea that L has thought of a new plan to annoy him out of his wits so he could expose himself. But that was also impossible as the eccentric detective was dead and his protégés were not crazy enough to come up with such an idea. Another big fat line in his mental list. So what did it leave him with?
"Shut up you freak!!!" One of the neighbours was screaming, then there was a loud crash and the howling changed for a moment. Then it got even louder, and Light could finally make out some of the words.
"God... Love... God... Devotion... God... Forever..."
"Oh, f..." Light cursed. Now he had the faintest idea who it could be, and he was going to kill Takada for giving the fanatic his address.
The neighbours were cursing, too, and threatening to call the police, and Light so didn't want to uncover his connection to the fourth Kira by helping him out of jail. He dialled the familiar number.
"God! I'm so humbly glad you've answered my prayers!"
Light cringed.
"Get up here. Now. I'm opening the door."
A moment later Mikami was standing in front of Light's door ringing and humming some fanatical crap. Light cursed again and pushed the intercom button.
"God! God!" Teru chirped almost hysterically.
Light tried to stay calm with all his waning might.
"Now, I'll open the door..." He had to count to ten to stay calm as another round of 'prayers' began. "But!" He interrupted the other man. "You won't enter right away. You'll have to wait for two minutes. You can't see my face, because if you do, out deal is off. Understood?"
Teru mumbled something in response and Light unlocked the door after which he ran frantically searching for something to cover his face and cursing his habit of ignoring Halloween parties. Thankfully his gaze fell upon a saving object. Some time ago Misa had a role in a low class horror movie, and believe it or not she's taken a liking to the main antagonist's mask, a crude mix of Jason and Freddy Krueger.
"GO-- ...d." Teru stopped exactly where he ran into the room looking like a child who was given a dog's poo instead of candy.
"I told you not to contact me in any way and not to search for me, did I not?" Light growled from his chair.
"Yes, but... God, today is so special! I wanted to sing my prayers for you in person! Even your Shinigami said I better go to you!"
Now Light knew exactly who he was going to kill. The only question was: how?
"Let me sing for you!!!" Teru fell to his knees.
"If you do." Light glared at Mikami forgetting that he had a mask on. "I swear your name will be the next in the Death Note! Now get out!"
"But... but... but... God!!!" Teru crawled to Light's feet and started kissing his slippers. "Please! Let me sing for you! Please!!!"
Light tried kicking Mikami off, tried tearing him from himself, but the other man was sticking like a leech.
"No! Get out! No... no..." Light woke up with a start. The fragments of the nightmare were still lingering causing him to sweat and tremble. Someone was howling outside...
Shade 4
Fandom: Slayers
Pairing: XelZel
Rating: PG to be safe
Word count: 379
"Marry me!"
Zelgadis choked on the coffee he was drinking and coughed painfully.
"What? You don't even have to cook!" Xelloss was beaming at him from across the table.
Zelgadis growled and thought of Rah-Tiltig the mazoku then and there but decided against it as he'd be the one to pay for all of the damage.
"Xeoolss-san! That's not even funny!" Amelia squeaked from his right, and Zelgadis thought his eardrums were going to explode.
"Why, I'm not joking!" Xelloss declared happily.
Amelia fainted.
"Why would you want to marry Zel?" It was Lina. Pragmatic as always, she said it while gulping down a whole chicken and kicking Gourry who naively thought the chicken was his.
"Well..." Xelloss put a finger to his mouth in thought. "He's a stock of most delicious free food..."
"That's unfair!" It was Amelia again pointing her Finger Of Justice at Xelloss and huffing like a bull. "Zelgadis-san is not a stock! Nor he a thing!"
"Shut up, chibi." Lina again. "So, what do you have to offer if we give him to you?" It was hard to tell if she looked more like a professional matchmaker or a trader.
"A chest full of gold, top quality... and a wedding feast." Xelloss was no better himself. His beaming looked both like a slick tradesman and a very rich eligible bachelor.
"Feast...?" Lina looked thoughtful. "And the chest. How big is it?"
"This big." Xellos mentioned with his hands.
There were stars in Lina's eyes. "Deal! Take him!"
"Hey! Aren't you supposed to ask me first?!" Zelgadis. Looking pissed ad ready to blow up the tavern consequences be damned.
"I did!" Xelloss informed him happily. "And you didn't disagree!"
"I didn't agree!"
"Oh, come on, Zel." Lina patted him on the back. "Think of it. Feeeeeast."
Zeldagis looked murderous for a moment then just turned and stomped out of the tavern.
"So. Now what?" Lina was the first to speak and more than a little worried that she wouldn't get her reward if Zel ran away.
"I'm getting back my bride of course!" Xelloss beamed ten times brighter than usual and was gone with a flash.