Ironman 7 Week 2
Yay! I made it through two weeks! ::is proud::
Ummm. ::cough:: This week was smut week. All five of these ficlets are rated R/NC-17.
Warning: At least half of them have the potential to be traumatizing, and that's excluding the fact that me writing smut is generally pretty traumatizing. Read at your own risk.
That being said, I'm really really happy with some of these! For this week, I have used Hikaru no Go, Supernatural, Princess Tutu, Kingdom Hearts II, and Grey's Anatomy. The KHII and Tutu fics are a little spoilery, but they're also my favourites, so take that as you will. ^.^;;;; Prompts are bolded before each story.
Things Shuusaku Can't Teach
A Hikaru no Go, Hikaru/Yongha Ficlet
"I might like you better if we slept together."
For the life of him, Hikaru couldn't understand how it had come to this.
Well, maybe he could. Kind of. It had started when that bastard Yongha showed up at the Go Institute and challenged him to an impromptu match. Hikaru had been on his way to watch Honda's Shinshodan match, but he knew Honda would understand that he had to take back Japan's (and Sai's) honor by beating that lousy, 30-kyu player into the ground.
Hikaru smiled. If only he'd had a camera for that moment when Yongha realized Hikaru had won! Man… Waya would've paid good money for that, and even if they were both professionals now, there was nothing wrong with having someone else buy his next few copies of Shonen Jump… or bowls of ramen… or anything, really.
Maybe there was something wrong with Ko Yongha buying him ramen, though.
After a pause to let the shock settle in, as Hikaru was already gathering his belongings to go, Yongha had said, in surprisingly decent Japanese, "Let me buy you dinner."
"Ramen," Hikaru had replied, and been a little surprised when Yongha agreed. Yongha had obviously been surprised when Hikaru led him to Japanese-style ramen, but that was his own fault. And they had talked over dinner, about the game - of course, about the game - but about other things, too, like why Yongha had gone out of his way to insult Shuusaku like that, and what he actually thought about Shuusaku, and somehow one thing had led to another, and before Hikaru really knew what he was doing he had invited Yongha up to his apartment for coffee.
Yongha's lips on his the moment the door swung shut behind them were surprisingly soft. Maybe he used moisturizer. Maybe he always tasted of ramen, maybe Hikaru would find out next time - No, no, there wouldn't be a next time because this wasn't how this was supposed to happen.
But Yongha's teeth were nibbling at his collar bone, and Yongha's hands were removing his shirt, and somehow both of those things were very, very good. Hikaru grabbed the loosened ends of Yongha's tie and pulled him into the bedroom, Yongha fussing with the buttons on his pants as they went.
"Let me teach you something else you can't learn from Shuusaku," Yongha whispered as he tugged Hikaru's pants off and pushed Hikaru onto the bed, and Hikaru wanted to be offended except Yongha was licking his aching cock and really this wasn't something he'd have even wanted to learn from Sai. Then Yongha wrapped his mouth around Hikaru's cock and suddenly thinking about anything seemed like a bad idea, really, given how soft his lips were and how warm his mouth was.
Afterward, Hikaru looked at the handsome Korean pro sleeping in his bed, and wondered if he would ever be able to think about Sai again in a way that wasn't dirty.
Damn Yongha.
Bargains
A Supernatural, Mary/YED Ficlet
"The world was on fire, no one could save me but you / Strange what desire will make foolish people do."
Mary knew from the moment she first laid eyes on him that it would be best to stay far, far away from him. The stranger had walked into Diane's café just as Mary had been finishing up coffee and a novel - her weekly break from being a full-time mother to Dean. Dean - her precious little boy, who was always getting into trouble.
"Well," the man said as he settled down in front of her with his cup of coffee, "what's a lovely woman like yourself doing all alone in a place like this?"
"Not talking to you." She smiled, and shook her head. "I've got a husband at home, thanks all the same."
He laughed. "You've got spunk! I like that. Let's talk about something for minute, see if we can't come to a mutually agreeable arrangement."
Mary didn't know how he knew about the problems she and John had been having - about how much she wanted a little brother for her son, a little brother that the two of them didn't seem to be physically able to have. She wasn't even sure she wanted to know. But the deal he was offering wasn't one she could refuse.
He loved a lot like she expected he would, his hands brisk and business-like as they teased her nipples and stroked her clit until she was ready for him. He was kind enough to prepare her a little, which was more than she'd really expected from him, but good all the same. She'd never forget, though, the way that his eyes had glowed yellow as he slid in and out of her, the cool chill of his skin a sharp contrast to the heat of her own flesh.
He left as soon as they were done. Mary stayed in the cheap motel room only long enough to make herself presentable. When she got home, John teased her about finding another man, and she laughed with him even as her skin crawled.
Then, fifteen months later, he showed up in her Sammy's room.
"You know," he said, his eyes glowing as he forced her body up onto the ceiling without ever laying a hand on her, "I'm almost sorry I have to do this to you. You had spunk. I like that."
And the world exploded in flames.
Duck Pond
A Princess Tutu, Ahiru/Fakir Ficlet
"Full, full moon, and that same sad nature / Wanna cover every inch of you like ink on paper."
Excerpt from the writings of F. Knight
A young man went out to the pond beside his house to take his evening bath. When he arrived at the waters edge, clad in nothing but his towel, he paused to watch a cheerful duck playing at the waters edge. He sat, for a moment, on a rock near the pond, to reflect upon his day as he watched nature's most brilliant show.
At sunset, the duck began to dance upon the water. The young man could hardly believe his eyes as the water buoyed her up, became as a solid floor beneath her webbed feet. She pas de bourre'd through the thickets, and executed perfect plies by the frogs, moving around the pond. At the end of the pond farthest from the young man, the duck paused a moment, and began her tour de force straight across the pond.
She leapt, and turned, and moved with flawless grace as the last of the sun's rays faded behind her. The full moon rose in sky, and a kind of shimmer surrounded the duck until at last she finished and came to rest, no longer a duck at all but instead a naked maiden, poised en arabesque beside the young man.
"Dance with me?" She asked. He bowed, offering his hand to hers and allowing the towel to fall away.
She grabbed his hand, and they spun off on the water, the water which held them up against reason. As one they moved, traveling, turning, flying perfectly in unison. The young man was enraptured by her beauty as they tour de promenaded across the pond. Her fiery hair and fierce, loving eyes held him spellbound as their bodies intertwined in a romantic dance to music only they could hear.
At last they stopped, back by the thickets where the duck had begun her wonderful dance. The young man settled himself among them, and pulled her down beside him.
"A different sort of pas de deux?" He offered as she lay beside him. She laughed, resting her hand against his chest. He took the cue from her, touching her breast gently, ever so gently, and leaning towards her. She responded to his touch, their two bodies intertwining once more to a different kind of music that was all their own. Beneath the kind and loving moon, they screamed each others names in shared joy before collapsing back amongst the thickets and falling asleep in each others arms.
When morning arrived, the young man opened his eyes, beheld the duck resting in his embrace, and wept.
Somebody
A Kingdom Hearts II, Roxas/Axel Ficlet
Author's Note: This is intended to take place several years down the line in an AU where Roxas went with Axel during the whole thing in Twilight Town.
"Keep on whispering in my ear, tell me all the things that I want to hear."
"You're important to me, you know that?" Axel gasped out as Roxas licked his way up the red head's torso. "You're not… well, you know."
"Huh?" Roxas looked up, blue eyes glittering with confusion for just an instant before the emotion vanished behind an impassive veneer in a way that made Axel want to tell him to stop. Roxas traced a finger down Axel's stiffened member as he said, "Yeah. I know."
"Tell me, Roxas." Axel's breathing was short and choppy as he reached for Roxas and used his hands to force the blond's chin up. Roxas flinched as he met Axel's emerald gaze. "Tell me… that I… that I'm -"
Roxas leaned forward and kissed Axel before wrapping his hand around Axel's cock and pumping it until the red head couldn't remember the conversation.
In Her Bed
A Grey's Anatomy, Mer/Male Ficlet
"Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it."
She didn't even know his name.
Not that it mattered. Not really, anyway. What did she care who he was, or what he did during the day, or if he had a… whatever. It didn't matter, because tomorrow he would just be another dream brought on by too much tequila, like all the ones before him. A veritable McDream. McDreamy. Der-
No.
Meredith wasn't going there.
Who wanted to be there, anyway, when what's-his-name had finally managed to get his pants off and a condom on, and was sliding into her? He was kinda small, really, but he at least seemed to know what to do with what he had. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He wasn't hot, but he was warm. Warm worked, in her bed.
She moaned as he put his mouth on her collar bone sucked gently, his thumb rubbing over her raised nipple. He slipped in and out of her in a good rhythm, making sure to move around a little to compensate for being… length challenged. It was… considerate, even. She could do that.
She could do anyone, as long as she wasn't alone in her bed.
Ummm. ::cough:: This week was smut week. All five of these ficlets are rated R/NC-17.
Warning: At least half of them have the potential to be traumatizing, and that's excluding the fact that me writing smut is generally pretty traumatizing. Read at your own risk.
That being said, I'm really really happy with some of these! For this week, I have used Hikaru no Go, Supernatural, Princess Tutu, Kingdom Hearts II, and Grey's Anatomy. The KHII and Tutu fics are a little spoilery, but they're also my favourites, so take that as you will. ^.^;;;; Prompts are bolded before each story.
Things Shuusaku Can't Teach
A Hikaru no Go, Hikaru/Yongha Ficlet
"I might like you better if we slept together."
For the life of him, Hikaru couldn't understand how it had come to this.
Well, maybe he could. Kind of. It had started when that bastard Yongha showed up at the Go Institute and challenged him to an impromptu match. Hikaru had been on his way to watch Honda's Shinshodan match, but he knew Honda would understand that he had to take back Japan's (and Sai's) honor by beating that lousy, 30-kyu player into the ground.
Hikaru smiled. If only he'd had a camera for that moment when Yongha realized Hikaru had won! Man… Waya would've paid good money for that, and even if they were both professionals now, there was nothing wrong with having someone else buy his next few copies of Shonen Jump… or bowls of ramen… or anything, really.
Maybe there was something wrong with Ko Yongha buying him ramen, though.
After a pause to let the shock settle in, as Hikaru was already gathering his belongings to go, Yongha had said, in surprisingly decent Japanese, "Let me buy you dinner."
"Ramen," Hikaru had replied, and been a little surprised when Yongha agreed. Yongha had obviously been surprised when Hikaru led him to Japanese-style ramen, but that was his own fault. And they had talked over dinner, about the game - of course, about the game - but about other things, too, like why Yongha had gone out of his way to insult Shuusaku like that, and what he actually thought about Shuusaku, and somehow one thing had led to another, and before Hikaru really knew what he was doing he had invited Yongha up to his apartment for coffee.
Yongha's lips on his the moment the door swung shut behind them were surprisingly soft. Maybe he used moisturizer. Maybe he always tasted of ramen, maybe Hikaru would find out next time - No, no, there wouldn't be a next time because this wasn't how this was supposed to happen.
But Yongha's teeth were nibbling at his collar bone, and Yongha's hands were removing his shirt, and somehow both of those things were very, very good. Hikaru grabbed the loosened ends of Yongha's tie and pulled him into the bedroom, Yongha fussing with the buttons on his pants as they went.
"Let me teach you something else you can't learn from Shuusaku," Yongha whispered as he tugged Hikaru's pants off and pushed Hikaru onto the bed, and Hikaru wanted to be offended except Yongha was licking his aching cock and really this wasn't something he'd have even wanted to learn from Sai. Then Yongha wrapped his mouth around Hikaru's cock and suddenly thinking about anything seemed like a bad idea, really, given how soft his lips were and how warm his mouth was.
Afterward, Hikaru looked at the handsome Korean pro sleeping in his bed, and wondered if he would ever be able to think about Sai again in a way that wasn't dirty.
Damn Yongha.
Bargains
A Supernatural, Mary/YED Ficlet
"The world was on fire, no one could save me but you / Strange what desire will make foolish people do."
Mary knew from the moment she first laid eyes on him that it would be best to stay far, far away from him. The stranger had walked into Diane's café just as Mary had been finishing up coffee and a novel - her weekly break from being a full-time mother to Dean. Dean - her precious little boy, who was always getting into trouble.
"Well," the man said as he settled down in front of her with his cup of coffee, "what's a lovely woman like yourself doing all alone in a place like this?"
"Not talking to you." She smiled, and shook her head. "I've got a husband at home, thanks all the same."
He laughed. "You've got spunk! I like that. Let's talk about something for minute, see if we can't come to a mutually agreeable arrangement."
Mary didn't know how he knew about the problems she and John had been having - about how much she wanted a little brother for her son, a little brother that the two of them didn't seem to be physically able to have. She wasn't even sure she wanted to know. But the deal he was offering wasn't one she could refuse.
He loved a lot like she expected he would, his hands brisk and business-like as they teased her nipples and stroked her clit until she was ready for him. He was kind enough to prepare her a little, which was more than she'd really expected from him, but good all the same. She'd never forget, though, the way that his eyes had glowed yellow as he slid in and out of her, the cool chill of his skin a sharp contrast to the heat of her own flesh.
He left as soon as they were done. Mary stayed in the cheap motel room only long enough to make herself presentable. When she got home, John teased her about finding another man, and she laughed with him even as her skin crawled.
Then, fifteen months later, he showed up in her Sammy's room.
"You know," he said, his eyes glowing as he forced her body up onto the ceiling without ever laying a hand on her, "I'm almost sorry I have to do this to you. You had spunk. I like that."
And the world exploded in flames.
Duck Pond
A Princess Tutu, Ahiru/Fakir Ficlet
"Full, full moon, and that same sad nature / Wanna cover every inch of you like ink on paper."
Excerpt from the writings of F. Knight
A young man went out to the pond beside his house to take his evening bath. When he arrived at the waters edge, clad in nothing but his towel, he paused to watch a cheerful duck playing at the waters edge. He sat, for a moment, on a rock near the pond, to reflect upon his day as he watched nature's most brilliant show.
At sunset, the duck began to dance upon the water. The young man could hardly believe his eyes as the water buoyed her up, became as a solid floor beneath her webbed feet. She pas de bourre'd through the thickets, and executed perfect plies by the frogs, moving around the pond. At the end of the pond farthest from the young man, the duck paused a moment, and began her tour de force straight across the pond.
She leapt, and turned, and moved with flawless grace as the last of the sun's rays faded behind her. The full moon rose in sky, and a kind of shimmer surrounded the duck until at last she finished and came to rest, no longer a duck at all but instead a naked maiden, poised en arabesque beside the young man.
"Dance with me?" She asked. He bowed, offering his hand to hers and allowing the towel to fall away.
She grabbed his hand, and they spun off on the water, the water which held them up against reason. As one they moved, traveling, turning, flying perfectly in unison. The young man was enraptured by her beauty as they tour de promenaded across the pond. Her fiery hair and fierce, loving eyes held him spellbound as their bodies intertwined in a romantic dance to music only they could hear.
At last they stopped, back by the thickets where the duck had begun her wonderful dance. The young man settled himself among them, and pulled her down beside him.
"A different sort of pas de deux?" He offered as she lay beside him. She laughed, resting her hand against his chest. He took the cue from her, touching her breast gently, ever so gently, and leaning towards her. She responded to his touch, their two bodies intertwining once more to a different kind of music that was all their own. Beneath the kind and loving moon, they screamed each others names in shared joy before collapsing back amongst the thickets and falling asleep in each others arms.
When morning arrived, the young man opened his eyes, beheld the duck resting in his embrace, and wept.
Somebody
A Kingdom Hearts II, Roxas/Axel Ficlet
Author's Note: This is intended to take place several years down the line in an AU where Roxas went with Axel during the whole thing in Twilight Town.
"Keep on whispering in my ear, tell me all the things that I want to hear."
"You're important to me, you know that?" Axel gasped out as Roxas licked his way up the red head's torso. "You're not… well, you know."
"Huh?" Roxas looked up, blue eyes glittering with confusion for just an instant before the emotion vanished behind an impassive veneer in a way that made Axel want to tell him to stop. Roxas traced a finger down Axel's stiffened member as he said, "Yeah. I know."
"Tell me, Roxas." Axel's breathing was short and choppy as he reached for Roxas and used his hands to force the blond's chin up. Roxas flinched as he met Axel's emerald gaze. "Tell me… that I… that I'm -"
Roxas leaned forward and kissed Axel before wrapping his hand around Axel's cock and pumping it until the red head couldn't remember the conversation.
In Her Bed
A Grey's Anatomy, Mer/Male Ficlet
"Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it."
She didn't even know his name.
Not that it mattered. Not really, anyway. What did she care who he was, or what he did during the day, or if he had a… whatever. It didn't matter, because tomorrow he would just be another dream brought on by too much tequila, like all the ones before him. A veritable McDream. McDreamy. Der-
No.
Meredith wasn't going there.
Who wanted to be there, anyway, when what's-his-name had finally managed to get his pants off and a condom on, and was sliding into her? He was kinda small, really, but he at least seemed to know what to do with what he had. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He wasn't hot, but he was warm. Warm worked, in her bed.
She moaned as he put his mouth on her collar bone sucked gently, his thumb rubbing over her raised nipple. He slipped in and out of her in a good rhythm, making sure to move around a little to compensate for being… length challenged. It was… considerate, even. She could do that.
She could do anyone, as long as she wasn't alone in her bed.