oh god the shame crushes me.
I have written alternate universe high school porn for Fire Emblem with Wil and Raven and Wil topping.
I did get bribed to do it but oh god how could I?
For calintz and surlykitty, who are no doubt plotting their next assault on my dignity. T_T
You can totally read this without knowing any of the canon, it's that bad.
The first thing he notices is that he isn't wearing his uniform properly. The jacket is unbuttoned and the shirt beneath that is a white t-shirt, probably in regulations, technically, but still sloppy, untucked.
The second thing Raven notices is that he has a huge smile on his face, like he has nothing to do but enjoy himself. Raven snorts and moves on. The boy is nothing to do with him.
The boy is bouncing toward him, smiling that stupid smile. "Hey! You're Raven-senpai, aren't you?"
Raven closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. "What do you want?"
"It's a nice day," he says. "Wanna go eat lunch on the roof?"
Raven gapes at him for a second. Nobody wants to spend time with him and he likes it that way; nobody but Lucius and he avoids Lucius after the time the other gang went after him to get Raven. His sister goes to another school in another part of town; a private school, a good school Raven had agreed with their foster parents would be best. Raven goes to the public school so he won't have to pay the fees a private school would require. "What?"
"Let's have lunch," says the boy. "On the roof, you know?"
"I don't eat lunch with anybody," says Raven, very calmly.
"Why not?" demands the other boy. "It tastes better with someone else. Hey, come on, my friend Becca packed me a lunch, I've got lots."
Raven is developing a headache. "Go away," he says, and stalks off.
"It's sunny outside, Va-senpai!" shouts the other boy. Raven ignores him.
--
He finds out later that the boy's name is Wil, and he is in the archery club. Raven only finds this out because when he walks to kendo club he sees the archery club out practicing. Wil looks serious and focused, his entire attention on the bow and arrow. He lifts the bow, aims, and fires, a smooth, slow movement. Raven realizes he is staring and moves on.
"Wil's pretty good," says Eliwood, another member of the kendo club.
"I guess," says Raven.
--
"Hey, Va-senpai! Do you want to eat? Becca made me lunch again!"
Raven closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. "I thought I told you to go away."
"Not today, you didn't," says Wil, irrepressibly. His eyes, brown like tea, laugh at Raven, like there's a joke that only the two of them are sharing. Raven snorts and turns away. "I'm not hungry."
"But you have to be hungry," says Wil, bouncing beside him. "It's lunchtime!"
Raven stops and stares at him. "Do you --" he begins.
"Do I what?"
Do you realize who you're bothering? Do you realize someone's going to beat you up? Do you realize you're the only one who's tried to get close to me in years? "Do you realize you're an idiot?"
"Oh, unfair, Va-senpai!" wails Wil, grinning like a maniac.
"What the hell are you calling me?"
"Va-senpai," says Wil, still with that idiot grin. "Don't you think it's cute? I think it's cute."
"Cute," manages Raven. "Cute?"
"Cute, you know, a nickname?" says Wil, as if Raven was the stupid one. "There's cookies."
Raven seriously considers smashing Wil's head against a wall a few times. It probably wouldn't work, though. His head was probably hard enough to stand it without doing any more than damaging the wall. "What sort of cookies?"
"Chocolate chip," says Wil, managing to not look triumphant. "Homemade."
"You're a moron," says Raven, and turns toward the stairs.
--
Becca, whoever she is, (Wil says something about 'childhood friend', followed by 'hit me with her bow case yesterday' and Raven finds he blocks out the rest of it in self defense) was a good cook. Wil shuts up while he eats, which is kind of nice.
"It was good," says Raven, stiffly.
"Cool," says Wil. "I'll tell Becca."
"You're going to tell a girl you fed someone else the food she made for you?"
"Why not?" says Wil, looking mildly (Raven does not think 'adorably') confused.
Raven opens his mouth, considers what he could say, and closes it again.
--
It gets to be a habit, which is kind of worrying, but what's more worrying is the way Wil sits closer and closer to him every day until one day Raven looks up and discovers that he is in the corner of the roof and Wil is wedged comfortably against him. At first he thinks he should say something but he can't think of anything, and then he realizes he doesn't really mind.
He stiffens at that and tries to move away, but Wil's got him good and cornered.
Tomorrow, he thinks, tomorrow he won't let him get any closer than a few feet.
The next day Wil claims to be tired from practice and running errands, and shamelessly puts his head on Raven's lap.
--
It ends, as Raven knows it will, with him taking his attention away from Wil for a split second and focusing again to Wil kissing him, not hard but very thoroughly; Raven thinks he ought to punch the hell out of him but by the time he gets that far his baser instincts are cooperating with Wil enthusiastically. It's been a very long time since anybody's kissed him.
--
To be perfectly vulgar, Wil trips him and he lands on his back.
--
It isn't that he's never done this before, but he's always been, well, on /top/. Wil has this strange fascination with his responses; he touches and nips until Raven is a shuddering mass of unwilling sensation. It's after school in the locker room -- how stupid is that? -- and Wil is on his knees and Raven's neatly pressed uniform pants are getting hopelessly wrinkled. He's breathing softly over Raven and Raven hisses out a breath and Wil looks up from under his lashes and /grins/. Raven closes his eyes and tries not to moan. He runs his hands through Wil's hair. It's soft and coarse, not exactly silky but pleasant on his hands. Wil licks, and Raven tries not to pull Wil's hair out as his hands clench tight against the sensation.
He can't think when Wil does this, and that's probably what bothers him about it; he's always been able to think before, no matter who was with him. He was always able to stay in control. But he can't think, he can't do anything but feel the heat of Wil's mouth and his hands and make helpless sounds that he won't call moans deep in the back of his throat. He can't do anything but jerk up when Wil's fingers begin their slow, careful probe, can't do anything but take a deep breath and try to relax into it.
It's not Wil's fault. It's not his fault. Raven knows this. It's just. He wants this and he doesn't know why.
Wil pulls his mouth away and licks his lips. It would be better if Wil looked dazed or dreamy but Wil is completely alert and smiling mischievously; he /would/, thinks Raven, surprised by the affection in the thought. "Va-senpai," he says. His fingers go deeper and Raven really does moan.
"This is really stupid," he gasps, jerking up against Wil's fingers.
"Hmm," says Wil. "But it's fun, isn't it?"
Raven can't answer because Wil is sliding his fingers up again and getting up, pressing against Raven in a warm sprawl and Raven's shivering too hard to think, wanting. Just wanting, and Wil is sliding in with exquisite care and Raven is shuddering now, trying to relax, his hands digging into Wil's back. Wil arches against his hands with a pleased hiss. Raven can't think and it's driving him crazy, this mess in his head of 'yes harder deeper more oh god yes' and 'one of these days it's going to be you like this and oh god yes' but mostly sensation overwhelming him. Wil moving, carefully, trying not to hurt him -- he's always so gentle with Raven and it drives Raven crazy.
"God, move or I'll bite you," he gasps.
"Promise?" says Wil.
Raven growls low in his throat, lunges forward and nips the side of Wil's neck, not hard but not gently. Wil's breath goes out in a rush and finally, finally he's moving, hard and fast, without control. Feels so good, Raven thinks, oh god, nothing’s ever felt like this. Wil grinding into him, the taste of his skin as Raven sucks and nips on his shoulder, his throat. He’ll leave a mark but it’ll be covered up and he doesn’t care anyway; maybe Wil will look at it later and smile in the way he does and remember this.
The one thing about this is that it manages to shut Wil up, if only for a little while; if he’s doing this to Raven he gets quiet, the only sound his harsh breathing. Raven didn’t agree to this just to keep him quiet but it’s a nice side effect.
Wil’s breath hisses out and he reaches down and wraps his hand around Raven, saying “Come on come on come on,” like Raven needed to be told or something, asking him, almost begging him. Raven bites down on Wil’s shoulder and comes so hard he thinks he might pass out. Above him Wil is arched in a perfect graceful line, like a strung bow, and Raven watches Wil shudder and snap.
--
Afterward it always goes like this: Wil is a boneless mass slumped against Raven and Raven pretends he’s the sort of person who can run his hand down a lover’s back, slowly, petting him until he recovers. His whole body is relaxed, with little shimmering nerve points flaring and fizzing pleasantly everywhere.
Wil stirs a little, curling closer like a lazy cat. “You’ve got that look on your face.”
“You aren’t even looking at me.”
“I can still tell.”
“Hmm,” says Raven.
“Spill,” says Wil. He stretches out and lifts himself a little way from Raven. “Come on, spill.”
“I was just thinking,” says Raven, trying not to think of all the consequences, of all the things that could go wrong with this. “It’s kind of nice, isn’t it.”
Wil looks at him and smiles, wide and sweet. “Yes,” he agrees. “It is.”
I did get bribed to do it but oh god how could I?
For calintz and surlykitty, who are no doubt plotting their next assault on my dignity. T_T
You can totally read this without knowing any of the canon, it's that bad.
The first thing he notices is that he isn't wearing his uniform properly. The jacket is unbuttoned and the shirt beneath that is a white t-shirt, probably in regulations, technically, but still sloppy, untucked.
The second thing Raven notices is that he has a huge smile on his face, like he has nothing to do but enjoy himself. Raven snorts and moves on. The boy is nothing to do with him.
The boy is bouncing toward him, smiling that stupid smile. "Hey! You're Raven-senpai, aren't you?"
Raven closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. "What do you want?"
"It's a nice day," he says. "Wanna go eat lunch on the roof?"
Raven gapes at him for a second. Nobody wants to spend time with him and he likes it that way; nobody but Lucius and he avoids Lucius after the time the other gang went after him to get Raven. His sister goes to another school in another part of town; a private school, a good school Raven had agreed with their foster parents would be best. Raven goes to the public school so he won't have to pay the fees a private school would require. "What?"
"Let's have lunch," says the boy. "On the roof, you know?"
"I don't eat lunch with anybody," says Raven, very calmly.
"Why not?" demands the other boy. "It tastes better with someone else. Hey, come on, my friend Becca packed me a lunch, I've got lots."
Raven is developing a headache. "Go away," he says, and stalks off.
"It's sunny outside, Va-senpai!" shouts the other boy. Raven ignores him.
--
He finds out later that the boy's name is Wil, and he is in the archery club. Raven only finds this out because when he walks to kendo club he sees the archery club out practicing. Wil looks serious and focused, his entire attention on the bow and arrow. He lifts the bow, aims, and fires, a smooth, slow movement. Raven realizes he is staring and moves on.
"Wil's pretty good," says Eliwood, another member of the kendo club.
"I guess," says Raven.
--
"Hey, Va-senpai! Do you want to eat? Becca made me lunch again!"
Raven closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. "I thought I told you to go away."
"Not today, you didn't," says Wil, irrepressibly. His eyes, brown like tea, laugh at Raven, like there's a joke that only the two of them are sharing. Raven snorts and turns away. "I'm not hungry."
"But you have to be hungry," says Wil, bouncing beside him. "It's lunchtime!"
Raven stops and stares at him. "Do you --" he begins.
"Do I what?"
Do you realize who you're bothering? Do you realize someone's going to beat you up? Do you realize you're the only one who's tried to get close to me in years? "Do you realize you're an idiot?"
"Oh, unfair, Va-senpai!" wails Wil, grinning like a maniac.
"What the hell are you calling me?"
"Va-senpai," says Wil, still with that idiot grin. "Don't you think it's cute? I think it's cute."
"Cute," manages Raven. "Cute?"
"Cute, you know, a nickname?" says Wil, as if Raven was the stupid one. "There's cookies."
Raven seriously considers smashing Wil's head against a wall a few times. It probably wouldn't work, though. His head was probably hard enough to stand it without doing any more than damaging the wall. "What sort of cookies?"
"Chocolate chip," says Wil, managing to not look triumphant. "Homemade."
"You're a moron," says Raven, and turns toward the stairs.
--
Becca, whoever she is, (Wil says something about 'childhood friend', followed by 'hit me with her bow case yesterday' and Raven finds he blocks out the rest of it in self defense) was a good cook. Wil shuts up while he eats, which is kind of nice.
"It was good," says Raven, stiffly.
"Cool," says Wil. "I'll tell Becca."
"You're going to tell a girl you fed someone else the food she made for you?"
"Why not?" says Wil, looking mildly (Raven does not think 'adorably') confused.
Raven opens his mouth, considers what he could say, and closes it again.
--
It gets to be a habit, which is kind of worrying, but what's more worrying is the way Wil sits closer and closer to him every day until one day Raven looks up and discovers that he is in the corner of the roof and Wil is wedged comfortably against him. At first he thinks he should say something but he can't think of anything, and then he realizes he doesn't really mind.
He stiffens at that and tries to move away, but Wil's got him good and cornered.
Tomorrow, he thinks, tomorrow he won't let him get any closer than a few feet.
The next day Wil claims to be tired from practice and running errands, and shamelessly puts his head on Raven's lap.
--
It ends, as Raven knows it will, with him taking his attention away from Wil for a split second and focusing again to Wil kissing him, not hard but very thoroughly; Raven thinks he ought to punch the hell out of him but by the time he gets that far his baser instincts are cooperating with Wil enthusiastically. It's been a very long time since anybody's kissed him.
--
To be perfectly vulgar, Wil trips him and he lands on his back.
--
It isn't that he's never done this before, but he's always been, well, on /top/. Wil has this strange fascination with his responses; he touches and nips until Raven is a shuddering mass of unwilling sensation. It's after school in the locker room -- how stupid is that? -- and Wil is on his knees and Raven's neatly pressed uniform pants are getting hopelessly wrinkled. He's breathing softly over Raven and Raven hisses out a breath and Wil looks up from under his lashes and /grins/. Raven closes his eyes and tries not to moan. He runs his hands through Wil's hair. It's soft and coarse, not exactly silky but pleasant on his hands. Wil licks, and Raven tries not to pull Wil's hair out as his hands clench tight against the sensation.
He can't think when Wil does this, and that's probably what bothers him about it; he's always been able to think before, no matter who was with him. He was always able to stay in control. But he can't think, he can't do anything but feel the heat of Wil's mouth and his hands and make helpless sounds that he won't call moans deep in the back of his throat. He can't do anything but jerk up when Wil's fingers begin their slow, careful probe, can't do anything but take a deep breath and try to relax into it.
It's not Wil's fault. It's not his fault. Raven knows this. It's just. He wants this and he doesn't know why.
Wil pulls his mouth away and licks his lips. It would be better if Wil looked dazed or dreamy but Wil is completely alert and smiling mischievously; he /would/, thinks Raven, surprised by the affection in the thought. "Va-senpai," he says. His fingers go deeper and Raven really does moan.
"This is really stupid," he gasps, jerking up against Wil's fingers.
"Hmm," says Wil. "But it's fun, isn't it?"
Raven can't answer because Wil is sliding his fingers up again and getting up, pressing against Raven in a warm sprawl and Raven's shivering too hard to think, wanting. Just wanting, and Wil is sliding in with exquisite care and Raven is shuddering now, trying to relax, his hands digging into Wil's back. Wil arches against his hands with a pleased hiss. Raven can't think and it's driving him crazy, this mess in his head of 'yes harder deeper more oh god yes' and 'one of these days it's going to be you like this and oh god yes' but mostly sensation overwhelming him. Wil moving, carefully, trying not to hurt him -- he's always so gentle with Raven and it drives Raven crazy.
"God, move or I'll bite you," he gasps.
"Promise?" says Wil.
Raven growls low in his throat, lunges forward and nips the side of Wil's neck, not hard but not gently. Wil's breath goes out in a rush and finally, finally he's moving, hard and fast, without control. Feels so good, Raven thinks, oh god, nothing’s ever felt like this. Wil grinding into him, the taste of his skin as Raven sucks and nips on his shoulder, his throat. He’ll leave a mark but it’ll be covered up and he doesn’t care anyway; maybe Wil will look at it later and smile in the way he does and remember this.
The one thing about this is that it manages to shut Wil up, if only for a little while; if he’s doing this to Raven he gets quiet, the only sound his harsh breathing. Raven didn’t agree to this just to keep him quiet but it’s a nice side effect.
Wil’s breath hisses out and he reaches down and wraps his hand around Raven, saying “Come on come on come on,” like Raven needed to be told or something, asking him, almost begging him. Raven bites down on Wil’s shoulder and comes so hard he thinks he might pass out. Above him Wil is arched in a perfect graceful line, like a strung bow, and Raven watches Wil shudder and snap.
--
Afterward it always goes like this: Wil is a boneless mass slumped against Raven and Raven pretends he’s the sort of person who can run his hand down a lover’s back, slowly, petting him until he recovers. His whole body is relaxed, with little shimmering nerve points flaring and fizzing pleasantly everywhere.
Wil stirs a little, curling closer like a lazy cat. “You’ve got that look on your face.”
“You aren’t even looking at me.”
“I can still tell.”
“Hmm,” says Raven.
“Spill,” says Wil. He stretches out and lifts himself a little way from Raven. “Come on, spill.”
“I was just thinking,” says Raven, trying not to think of all the consequences, of all the things that could go wrong with this. “It’s kind of nice, isn’t it.”
Wil looks at him and smiles, wide and sweet. “Yes,” he agrees. “It is.”