STAY CALM DUDES THE FAT LADY IS STILL WARMING UP ... okay NOW she's singing.
I went and had a nap earlier and the cat decided to play nightmare and lurk on my chest, which was fine except for the way he smelled violently of flea drops.
Also, McCain, you are a super-classy dude. FYI.
pengiesama: GinRan techno-tentacles (and it was a puzzle figuring out this one, goddamn Pengie anyway)
"Ran," said Gingetsu, pitching his voice low and soothing, "Ran, they're cutting off my circulation."
Ran looked up, his eyes wide and dilated. Gingetsu stood patiently in the middle of the wires he'd instinctively lashed around him, in the second when he'd seen him and thought threat. He still wasn't really awake. Gingetsu still had his visor on. It was the only thing he had on besides an old pair of pajama bottoms, worn white and thin around the seams. The wires were tight against Gingetsu's chest and torso, digging in. "Gingetsu-san?" he said.
"Yes," said Gingetsu.
"Sorry," said Ran, coming to his senses. "I'll --" He reached out but the wires only loosened a little, didn't release Gingetsu. He flushed miserably.
"Do they make you feel safer?" said Gingetsu.
Ran looked up at him in surprise. They did, he realized. Gingetsu was just standing there, patient, without moving. He couldn't move without Ran's will. "A little," he said, voice low. He realized he could feel Gingetsu's skin through the wires, as if they were nerve endings. Gingetsu's breathing was deliberately steady, but his heartbeat was fast, his skin temperature rising. Ran looked at him, his eyes widening.
"I don't mind, then," said Gingetsu softly.
One of the wires lifted away from him, without Ran's conscious will, and the tip blossomed into smaller and smaller wires. It brushed up against Gingetsu's face curiously. Gingetsu sighed and his body relaxed deliberately. Ran took a step forward, watching as the wire tip touched Gingetsu's hair, his throat, the muscles on his chest, the place where the implant throbbed its wrongness in the base of his skull. It wasn't exactly like Ran was touching him. He could feel the sensation but there was a scroll of information behind his eyes, in his head; what Gingetsu was composed of, what every reading indicated. Another wire blossomed into sensors, joining its brother in exploration. They trailed up and down his chest, reading the way Gingetsu's muscles twitched and quivered, the way his nipples hardened at the touch of the sensors.
Ran wasn't aware when a third and fourth wire bloomed sensors, but Gingetsu hissed softly as they touched his groin delicately.
"Sorry," gasped Ran, jerked back to awareness.
"Don't be," said Gingetsu, his voice little more than a bare growl. "Didn't I tell you? Do as you like."
ysabet DNAngel, Satoshi as a vampire
He's been dreaming about this, at night when he can't sleep and at day when he falls into a heavy sluggish doze. Niwa's sweet skin, tasting like salt and a little of paint and all of Niwa, under his mouth and yielding against Satoshi's fangs. And it tastes so sweet in his mouth, Niwa's blood, Niwa's quiet shaky breath as Satoshi spreads his hand against the thin curve of Niwa's skull to hold him closer. He's so hungry and Niwa will let him do this, let him drink and drink and drink until he's full. And he's so hard and Niwa is making such beautiful sounds that vibrate against Satoshi's mouth.
"Hiwatari-kun," says Niwa, and Satoshi snaps back to himself with a jerk, realizes there's blood in his mouth, Niwa's sweet blood, and it's dripping down his mouth and Niwa's neck. He stumbles away, horrified at himself.
"I --" he begins. He wants to throw up, he wants to go away, never see Niwa again, never to have done this.
"It's all right," says Niwa, and Satoshi flinches but doesn't pull away as Niwa comes close, pulls him to his arms. "It's okay."
Slowly, slowly, Satoshi lowers his head to Niwa's shoulder. His shoulders are shaking.
ickaimp: TENDOU IN A DRESS
"Why is it," said Kagami, looking everywhere but at Tendou placidly adjusting his stocking, one hand sliding up the seam to make sure it was straight before snapping the strap of the garter belt closed, "Why is it that this type of thing always ends up happening to us?"
"Don't be a baby," said Tendou ruthlessly. "Who taught you to tie a bow? Your father?"
"Actually --" began Kagami, as Tendou settled his skirt (what there was of it) and moved to pull Kagami's tie off and redo it.
"He did a terrible job," said Tendou. His long fingers made short work of rearranging Kagami's collar neatly. Tendou smelled like ginger and tea and faintly of makeup.
"Probably," said Kagami vaguely. Tendou's hair was clipped smoothly back. His dress had a high, Chinese collar to hide his throat. It was very tight on him. "What are you even wearing under that?"
Tendou looked up at him from under his eyelashes, which were improbably thick and black. One of his secret smiles curved his mouth. His hand slid deliberately from Kagami's collar, down his arm and to Kagami's wrist, pulling it down to his hip so Kagami could feel the string of what he sincerely hoped was not a g-string. "I'll show you later," Tendou purred, as Kagami's hand slid without conscious volition into the high slit of the dress, feeling Tendou's mostly bare hip and thigh.
"Oh my God," said Kagami helplessly.
'"Or I could show you now," said Tendou.
"Mission," said Kagami, with an effort.
"Hmm," said Tendou, and sank gracefully to his knees.
Also, McCain, you are a super-classy dude. FYI.
pengiesama: GinRan techno-tentacles (and it was a puzzle figuring out this one, goddamn Pengie anyway)
"Ran," said Gingetsu, pitching his voice low and soothing, "Ran, they're cutting off my circulation."
Ran looked up, his eyes wide and dilated. Gingetsu stood patiently in the middle of the wires he'd instinctively lashed around him, in the second when he'd seen him and thought threat. He still wasn't really awake. Gingetsu still had his visor on. It was the only thing he had on besides an old pair of pajama bottoms, worn white and thin around the seams. The wires were tight against Gingetsu's chest and torso, digging in. "Gingetsu-san?" he said.
"Yes," said Gingetsu.
"Sorry," said Ran, coming to his senses. "I'll --" He reached out but the wires only loosened a little, didn't release Gingetsu. He flushed miserably.
"Do they make you feel safer?" said Gingetsu.
Ran looked up at him in surprise. They did, he realized. Gingetsu was just standing there, patient, without moving. He couldn't move without Ran's will. "A little," he said, voice low. He realized he could feel Gingetsu's skin through the wires, as if they were nerve endings. Gingetsu's breathing was deliberately steady, but his heartbeat was fast, his skin temperature rising. Ran looked at him, his eyes widening.
"I don't mind, then," said Gingetsu softly.
One of the wires lifted away from him, without Ran's conscious will, and the tip blossomed into smaller and smaller wires. It brushed up against Gingetsu's face curiously. Gingetsu sighed and his body relaxed deliberately. Ran took a step forward, watching as the wire tip touched Gingetsu's hair, his throat, the muscles on his chest, the place where the implant throbbed its wrongness in the base of his skull. It wasn't exactly like Ran was touching him. He could feel the sensation but there was a scroll of information behind his eyes, in his head; what Gingetsu was composed of, what every reading indicated. Another wire blossomed into sensors, joining its brother in exploration. They trailed up and down his chest, reading the way Gingetsu's muscles twitched and quivered, the way his nipples hardened at the touch of the sensors.
Ran wasn't aware when a third and fourth wire bloomed sensors, but Gingetsu hissed softly as they touched his groin delicately.
"Sorry," gasped Ran, jerked back to awareness.
"Don't be," said Gingetsu, his voice little more than a bare growl. "Didn't I tell you? Do as you like."
ysabet DNAngel, Satoshi as a vampire
He's been dreaming about this, at night when he can't sleep and at day when he falls into a heavy sluggish doze. Niwa's sweet skin, tasting like salt and a little of paint and all of Niwa, under his mouth and yielding against Satoshi's fangs. And it tastes so sweet in his mouth, Niwa's blood, Niwa's quiet shaky breath as Satoshi spreads his hand against the thin curve of Niwa's skull to hold him closer. He's so hungry and Niwa will let him do this, let him drink and drink and drink until he's full. And he's so hard and Niwa is making such beautiful sounds that vibrate against Satoshi's mouth.
"Hiwatari-kun," says Niwa, and Satoshi snaps back to himself with a jerk, realizes there's blood in his mouth, Niwa's sweet blood, and it's dripping down his mouth and Niwa's neck. He stumbles away, horrified at himself.
"I --" he begins. He wants to throw up, he wants to go away, never see Niwa again, never to have done this.
"It's all right," says Niwa, and Satoshi flinches but doesn't pull away as Niwa comes close, pulls him to his arms. "It's okay."
Slowly, slowly, Satoshi lowers his head to Niwa's shoulder. His shoulders are shaking.
ickaimp: TENDOU IN A DRESS
"Why is it," said Kagami, looking everywhere but at Tendou placidly adjusting his stocking, one hand sliding up the seam to make sure it was straight before snapping the strap of the garter belt closed, "Why is it that this type of thing always ends up happening to us?"
"Don't be a baby," said Tendou ruthlessly. "Who taught you to tie a bow? Your father?"
"Actually --" began Kagami, as Tendou settled his skirt (what there was of it) and moved to pull Kagami's tie off and redo it.
"He did a terrible job," said Tendou. His long fingers made short work of rearranging Kagami's collar neatly. Tendou smelled like ginger and tea and faintly of makeup.
"Probably," said Kagami vaguely. Tendou's hair was clipped smoothly back. His dress had a high, Chinese collar to hide his throat. It was very tight on him. "What are you even wearing under that?"
Tendou looked up at him from under his eyelashes, which were improbably thick and black. One of his secret smiles curved his mouth. His hand slid deliberately from Kagami's collar, down his arm and to Kagami's wrist, pulling it down to his hip so Kagami could feel the string of what he sincerely hoped was not a g-string. "I'll show you later," Tendou purred, as Kagami's hand slid without conscious volition into the high slit of the dress, feeling Tendou's mostly bare hip and thigh.
"Oh my God," said Kagami helplessly.
'"Or I could show you now," said Tendou.
"Mission," said Kagami, with an effort.
"Hmm," said Tendou, and sank gracefully to his knees.