More fanfic dumping
Hee. Told you there might be more. LOL
"You're beautiful," he murmured, holding out his arm. Amethyst eyes lit up as he spoke, and he felt his heart swell with joy.
The creature before him was quite stunning. Beautiful didn't even begin to cover or describe the angel's -- his angel's -- delicate features. Dark hair that was silky-soft to the touch, delectable pale lips . . . those delicate wings; everything about the younger man was made for touching and Tohma intended to take full advantage of his new-found partner.
Tentatively, the angel -- his angel -- took his hand, and Tohma drew him close. His arms went around the trim waist, one hand sliding to grasp firm buttocks, and he drank in the younger man's scent. He could hardly wait to get Shuichi back to his palace. Tohma wanted to find out more about this exquisite creature before him, to feel Shuichi in ways that no one else could ever claim.
It wasn't often the devil could capture an angel, after all.
This was written as a request by pikachu-goddess and as her reward for guessing correctly where I got the title for its predecessor. It's the follow-up to Dancing With the Devil. Enjoy. :)
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"You shouldn't have come here, day-walker."
Blade felt the tiniest of smirks forming on his lips. That's what all vampires said when he finally caught up with them. Shuichi would be no exception to the rule.
Yet . . . yet there was something different about this vampire. He could sense it for it tingled in the back of his mind.
Perhaps it was the fact they both stood, staring at each other in broad daylight. Shuichi had not flinched as the sun crested the horizon. The daylight made it easier for him to see the vampire's face, a vampire who wore a somber expression.
"I'm not someone you want to kill," the violet-eyed creature continued. He didn't move towards Blade. He also didn't move away. Blade's hands went for his katana.
"And why is that, suck-head?"
Shuichi tilted his head, his expression turning to one of slight amusement.
"I thought you would have guessed by now, daywalker. I know how to control my bloodlust."
written for gravi_drabble
Yes. I'm a rotten person. lol.
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This is a Saiyuki piece. Sorry to disrupt the Gravitation flow but what can ya do? ;)
He was weak. He admitted as much, if only to himself, but he also enjoyed the feeling. It was a certain kind of weakness, one he only felt when Hakkai was around, and it liberated him in ways he never imagined.
There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Hakkai and the green-eyed man knew it. He never used Goyjo’s feelings to his advantage, though. They both knew that he could but it always remained unsaid. It was best left unsaid. They smiled and pretended to be ignorant of that little fact. It was easier that way.
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Another Saiyuki piece . . .
“This is stupid.”
“You can’t back out now. A deal’s a deal.”
“It’s still stupid.”
“What’s the matter? Afraid to lose? Or are you afraid that you’ll actually enjoy it?”
A smirk. Damn. The bastard had a point and he knew that he did. The smirk said it all. He was afraid but he wouldn’t admit it. He had his pride.
“Let’s just get it over with,” he snapped, lighting a cigarette. For some reason, he needed the nicotine more than he ever had before. Impatiently, he watched as strong, deft fingers landed on his knees then slid up to his thighs.
“Remember, Sanzo, it was your idead.”
“So you’ve kept reminding me.”
Those dextrous fingers continued to slide up Sanzo’s legs, bringing the monk’s robes with them. Cool lips brushed against his, despite the smoke he had just exhaled, and Sanzo shivered, unable to help himself. He hated it when that happened. It meant his self-control was slipping and the bastard was winning the bet. Then, without warning, Goyjo pulled away, that smirk still in place.
“Perhaps some other time,” he murmured, winking. Then he got up and walked out of the room. Sanzo blinked, his senses still heightened from the encounter. Violet-blue eyes then narrowed as he growled, “Bastard.”
He hated it when Goyjo played games like this. The half-demon kept on winning, no matter what Sanzo tried.
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I think more will come again later today. Hard to discern, really, especially with my writing habits. ;)
Ta!
"You're beautiful," he murmured, holding out his arm. Amethyst eyes lit up as he spoke, and he felt his heart swell with joy.
The creature before him was quite stunning. Beautiful didn't even begin to cover or describe the angel's -- his angel's -- delicate features. Dark hair that was silky-soft to the touch, delectable pale lips . . . those delicate wings; everything about the younger man was made for touching and Tohma intended to take full advantage of his new-found partner.
Tentatively, the angel -- his angel -- took his hand, and Tohma drew him close. His arms went around the trim waist, one hand sliding to grasp firm buttocks, and he drank in the younger man's scent. He could hardly wait to get Shuichi back to his palace. Tohma wanted to find out more about this exquisite creature before him, to feel Shuichi in ways that no one else could ever claim.
It wasn't often the devil could capture an angel, after all.
This was written as a request by pikachu-goddess and as her reward for guessing correctly where I got the title for its predecessor. It's the follow-up to Dancing With the Devil. Enjoy. :)
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"You shouldn't have come here, day-walker."
Blade felt the tiniest of smirks forming on his lips. That's what all vampires said when he finally caught up with them. Shuichi would be no exception to the rule.
Yet . . . yet there was something different about this vampire. He could sense it for it tingled in the back of his mind.
Perhaps it was the fact they both stood, staring at each other in broad daylight. Shuichi had not flinched as the sun crested the horizon. The daylight made it easier for him to see the vampire's face, a vampire who wore a somber expression.
"I'm not someone you want to kill," the violet-eyed creature continued. He didn't move towards Blade. He also didn't move away. Blade's hands went for his katana.
"And why is that, suck-head?"
Shuichi tilted his head, his expression turning to one of slight amusement.
"I thought you would have guessed by now, daywalker. I know how to control my bloodlust."
written for gravi_drabble
Yes. I'm a rotten person. lol.
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This is a Saiyuki piece. Sorry to disrupt the Gravitation flow but what can ya do? ;)
He was weak. He admitted as much, if only to himself, but he also enjoyed the feeling. It was a certain kind of weakness, one he only felt when Hakkai was around, and it liberated him in ways he never imagined.
There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Hakkai and the green-eyed man knew it. He never used Goyjo’s feelings to his advantage, though. They both knew that he could but it always remained unsaid. It was best left unsaid. They smiled and pretended to be ignorant of that little fact. It was easier that way.
--
Another Saiyuki piece . . .
“This is stupid.”
“You can’t back out now. A deal’s a deal.”
“It’s still stupid.”
“What’s the matter? Afraid to lose? Or are you afraid that you’ll actually enjoy it?”
A smirk. Damn. The bastard had a point and he knew that he did. The smirk said it all. He was afraid but he wouldn’t admit it. He had his pride.
“Let’s just get it over with,” he snapped, lighting a cigarette. For some reason, he needed the nicotine more than he ever had before. Impatiently, he watched as strong, deft fingers landed on his knees then slid up to his thighs.
“Remember, Sanzo, it was your idead.”
“So you’ve kept reminding me.”
Those dextrous fingers continued to slide up Sanzo’s legs, bringing the monk’s robes with them. Cool lips brushed against his, despite the smoke he had just exhaled, and Sanzo shivered, unable to help himself. He hated it when that happened. It meant his self-control was slipping and the bastard was winning the bet. Then, without warning, Goyjo pulled away, that smirk still in place.
“Perhaps some other time,” he murmured, winking. Then he got up and walked out of the room. Sanzo blinked, his senses still heightened from the encounter. Violet-blue eyes then narrowed as he growled, “Bastard.”
He hated it when Goyjo played games like this. The half-demon kept on winning, no matter what Sanzo tried.
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I think more will come again later today. Hard to discern, really, especially with my writing habits. ;)
Ta!