Lots of drabbles!
So, pervy_potluck was a lot of fun yesterday. You need to go check all the wonderful fics and art posted there. gwy even drew me a vampire Quatre pic!
I wrote 3 drabbles - weirdly Quatre isn't in any of them - and I'm posting them here.
Smutty drabbles (all NC17)
Probation
1x2
(Masterminds series)
"We are still in probation," Heero said as he was pushed against the blackboard.
"We're always in probation." Duo pinned Heero's hands over his head and kissed him. "Permanent probation. And I won't let it permanently spoil our fun. Not now."
Heero groaned.
After what had happened last month, they had finally gotten together, and since then, they could hardly keep their hands off each other. Heero blamed the teenage hormones, and the fact that Duo looked so good in the school uniform had nothing to do with it. "We are in detention."
"I don't care." Duo placed little kisses in Heero's neck. Using one hand, he loosened Heero's tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt, so he could kiss Heero's collarbone and run his fingers over Heero's chest.
Heero moaned.
Duo kissed him on the lips again, a deep kiss, and Heero returned it fully. He freed one of his hands and grabbed Duo's ass, pulling him closer to him. He slipped his fingers into Duo's pants, awkwardly working his hand to the front and grabbing Duo's cock.
A pleased laugh left Duo's lips. He copied Heero's actions, grabbing Heero's cock with cold fingers while he kept kissing Heero's neck and lips. Heero closed his eyes, and all there was, was Duo's cock and fingers and lips.
They came, one after another, holding on to each other and the blackboard for support. They regained their breaths quietly, slowly taking their hands off each other pants.
Duo kissed Heero one more time and then laughed. Heero looked at him, waiting patiently for Duo to calm down and explain. Duo simply pointed down at his pants and asked, "Do you have an extra uniform?"
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Reflection
1x2
Heero looked at his refection in Duo's sunglasses. He lowered his chin slightly, narrowed his eyes a bit… a bit more, there! Perfect! "What's up, sexy?"
Duo laughed so hard that the sunglasses nearly fell down his face. Heero couldn't tell if Duo was looking at him but taking into account the fact that Duo's finger kept pointing at him, he thought so.
"Do you need CPR?" Heero asked, tilting his head to the side.
It took a few seconds for Duo to calm down enough to talk, but when he did, he just asked, in a strangely serious voice, "Heero, you know that you're naked, right?"
Heero looked down at himself, confirmed that he was indeed nude, and shrugged. "It's a private beach."
"Right." Duo pushed his glasses up. "And is there a reason you are laying over me?"
Well, Duo was sunbathing, and Heero had tried to wave his hand first to get Duo's attention. When that didn't work he decided to get closer to Duo to determine if he had fallen asleep, and then, it just seemed that laying over Duo and making the 'sexy face' was the next logical step. "I'm seducing you."
Duo took his sunglasses off to get a better look at Heero. "Are you drunk?"
Heero didn't feel bad but he assumed the seven margaritas Trowa had served him would make him drunk. He nodded once. "It's not why I'm seducing you," he added when he saw the slight frown on Duo's face. "I've wanted to seduce you for a while but I didn't know the right procedure. Trowa helped. He taught me some lines and the sexy face, and when we were done I felt I had the proper technique to try it out, did I fail?"
The smile Duo gave him was one Heero had never seen before. He didn't have a lot of time to see it because Duo kissed him, and with their faces so close together, Heero couldn't get a good perspective. He closed his eyes instead and concentrated on the kiss, on the feel of Duo's tongue licking his lips slowly. He opened his mouth, slightly, poked his tongue out and let it touch the tip of Duo's tongue. Then they licked each other, putting their tongues into each other's mouth.
Heero moaned. This felt good.
When their lips parted, Heero opened his eyes. Duo's smile, the new one, was still there. Heero decided that he liked that smile. It felt special somehow. He smiled back and Duo's smile brightened, changing slightly.
Putting his arms around Heero, Duo flipped them over, so Heero's back was on the sand, and Duo was over him. Duo grabbed his sunglasses and put them back on, and before Heero could ask what was happening, Duo was licking his chest, his nipples, tongue trailing down his belly to circle his navel twice before moving down farther. And then, Duo's mouth was kissing Heero's cock, open mouth kisses that made Heero shiver.
Heero wanted to close his eyes, like he did with the kiss, but Duo's face was turned towards him, and Heero could see his reflection in the dark sunglasses, could see the way his mouth was partly opened, his skin flush and his eyes unguarded. He couldn't turn his eyes away.
Duo swallowed him whole, and Heero buried his fingers on the sand, still unable to turn away from his own reflection. There was no way Duo could smile while sucking Heero's cock but Heero knew, just knew, that Duo was smiling that new smile, the one Heero felt was just for him and no one else. So he looked at Duo and looked at himself, and let himself go, crying out Duo's name and finally closing his eyes.
When he opened them, he was lying in Duo's arms, their faces only inches away, and the smile was still there.
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Owned
13x6
(object insertion, D/s, blindfolds)
Zechs wanted to say no. He wanted to tell Treize that he could put the fucking thing in his own ass, but he didn't. He couldn't. He could never deny Treize. Kneeling naked, with his legs spread, his hair lose falling down his shoulders, and his chin being lifted by the tip of Treize's riding crop, Zechs could only show his acceptance by lowering his eyes.
He could still see Treize approving smile, though, and Zechs had to consciously fight the urge to close his hands into fists. He hated that smile. He bared everything and anything for Treize; he became his sex toy, his submissive partner, his furniture, his love. And he even bared that insufferable smile.
He would bare this too.
A blindfold covered Zechs eyes, Treize's fingers lingering for just a moment. Then Treize's fingers tangled in Zechs' hair, pulling his head back, so far back his neck hurt, and then Treize's mouth was on his, rough and demanding. Zechs kissed him back, thanking him for the small reward.
Treize pushed him back and Zechs straightened his back again, waiting. Moments later something was pressing against Zechs' lips, and he obediently parted them, letting the object being shoved inside his mouth. It was longer than Treize's cock but not as thick. It tasted like wood, a baton maybe? Zechs sucked the object, feeling the slightly rough texture, trying to slick it as much as possible.
In and out and in and out.
By the time Treize pulled the object away, Zechs' jaw ached.
"On your hands and knees." Treize's voice sent a shiver down Zech's back.
He allowed himself one deep breath before he obeyed, keeling on hands and knees and resting his forehead on the floor, ass high in the air. He immediately felt the wooden shaft pressing against his entrance, and Zechs forced himself to relax. It would be better if he relaxed.
Treize teased his entrance for a few moments and Zechs forced himself to remain still, letting Treize do as he wanted, like he always did. Then he was being penetrated, slowly and steady, and when Treize gave the order, Zechs fucked himself on the mysterious object, thrusting his ass up towards it, pain and pleasure mixing, and drowning in that intense feeling of being owned, completely owned.
In and out and in and out.
Zechs waited as long as he could. He curled his fingers on the carpet and bit his lip several times, but in the end, Treize won, like he always did, and Zechs begged for release. And this time, Treize rewarded him, and Zechs came, hard, screaming Treize's name.
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Also, a couple of days ago I offered comment drabbles, and I'm posting them here too.
GW drabbles
Cinnamon
3x4
"The thing about cinnamon," Trowa tells Quatre solemnly, "is that it's a spice but it can also be sweet. It can be subtle, giving that special secret flavor to some meals and making the coffee taste better, or it can be strong, like the smell of a freshly baked cinnamon roll."
Quatre raises an eyebrow. "Uh huh."
"And it's tasty."
"It better be," Quatre grumbles.
"And one can never get too much cinnamon." Trowa kisses Quatre's neck. "It's an addiction."
"Addictions…" Quatre lets out a moan when Trowa starts licking his earlobe. "Addictions tend to have negative connotations."
"Only if they are harmful… cinnamon hardly is."
Quatre kisses Trowa full on the lips until they are both out of breath, and when they part, in that small gap between one kiss and the next, he says, "Fine. Just never call me cinnamon bun again, no matter how drunk you are."
Trowa nods and they seal the deal with another kiss.
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Lust
4xD
She kissed him and he kissed her back. It didn't last long and when they pulled away he wouldn't look at her.
"Don't be a coward."
He raised his eyes like she knew he would. "I'm not hiding, but this is awkward."
"Is it?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I don't love you."
"So what?" She unbuttoned her shirt and let it hand loosely over her shoulders, showing her lavender brassier.
He didn't say anything but he was looking at her chest.
"This is about lust, Quatre, not love." She unzipped her skirt and let her pool at her ankles. She stepped out, maintaining a careful balance in her high heals. "Life isn't a romantic novel."
"Or a porn movie," he replied, not trying to hide the way he was looking at her.
"No," she agreed, and unbuttoned his shirt. He didn't protest. "This is sex. Plain and simple."
He chuckled. "Nothing is plain and simple with you, Dorothy."
"I guess not." She took off her shirt and then gave him a challenging look.
"I guess not," he repeated, and then pulled her to him and kissed her. She kissed him back.
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Mix of Flavors
1x2x3
Duo tasted like strawberry. It was sweet and cool like the ice cream Duo was eating.
Trowa tasted like lemon. Warm and slightly acid like the tea he was drinking.
Heero liked the way the flavors mixed in his mouth. He liked it so much that he forgot about the kendo movie they were watching and instead spent his time kissing Trowa and then Duo, Duo and then Trowa, tasting them both and letting each of them have a hint of the other's flavor.
Duo had been interested in the movie. He had liked the way the characters fought in a dance of swords, but apparently that wasn't as interesting as Heero's kisses since he never complained at not being able to see how it ended.
Trowa hadn't been that into the movie anyway, but a smirk had appeared on his face with the first kiss, and Heero liked kissing that smirk away, over and over again.
Later, much later, when Wufei and Quatre asked how the three of them got together, Heero would say it was because of kendo, and the three of them would smile a knowing smile because they knew it had really been the mix of flavors.
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About Master Winner
Quatre (gen)
James Stevens knows that Master Winner carries a gun, in a holster, hidden underneath his expensive Italian suit jacket. The first time he noticed it was when he met his new boss, a few months after the war, when the young man stepped fully into the role of CEO of Winner Enterprises. James first thought the Winner heir was a little paranoid. After all, he already had a team of bodyguards assigned to him, led by James himself, so why would he need a gun he probably didn't know how to use?
After a few months James started to suspect that there was more to Quatre Winner that met the eye. James had very good observation skills and he noticed how his boss surveyed a room every time he entered it, or how when there was something suspicious, Master Winner's eyes darted to the source even quicker than James'.
The day Master Winner was attacked in his room, James walked in, gun drawn, to find the attacker unconscious on the floor and Master Winner, bare-chested, with his foot pressed against the man's chest. Without a word, Master Winner put his shirt on while the other bodyguards took care of the perpetrator, but by then, James had already seen the scars on the young man's chest, and all the little pieces, all the little things he had noticed over the months, fell into place.
Quatre Raberba Winner had fought in the war.
James tries not to think exactly what a fifteen year old heir had done during those violent days, but now he looks at Master Winner with new eyes, and a new found respect.
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Through the Water
3x4
Trowa's eyes looked weird through the water of the fish tank. The water make them look like they were glowing in a strange way, made him look incredibly sad, and even though it was beautiful, Quatre had to turn his eyes away. He didn't like to see Trowa sad, not even when he just appeared to be.
"What is it?" Trowa asked, walking around the fish tank and outing his arms around Quatre.
Quatre looked up at Trowa's eyes again. They were beautiful, and alive, and now they held no illusions, they were sincere and Quatre could see the happiness in them, as clear as day. He smiled at Trowa and whispered, "Nothing."
"You looked sad for a moment."
"I'm not." Quatre pressed his lips to Trowa's cheek quickly, brushing the corner of Trowa's lips. "It was just a trick of the light."
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Adrenaline Factor
1x2
"Why are you hiding under my desk?"
Duo looked up at Heero and tried his best to give him an innocent smile.
Heero sighed. "What did you do?"
"Me?" Duo tried to look insulted at the accusation, but one look at Heero's eyes told him that he was wasting his time. Heero knew him to well. "I kind of accidentally spilled super glue on Une's chair."
Heero's eyes widened slightly, a sure signed that he was either impressed or afraid for Duo's safety. He sat down on his chair, but pulled it back enough so he could still look at Duo. "And this is the best hiding place you could find?"
"She posted agents on all the exits. I'm just waiting for an opening, but I figured that in the mean time you'll protect me, right?" Duo flashed Heero his brightest smile.
"I don't know," Heero replied, casually. "I'm not sure I'm brave enough to go against Une."
"Hey!" Duo slapped Heero's leg. "I'm your boyfriend. You are supposed to protect me."
Heero raised an eyebrow. "Really? And here I thought my boyfriend was a self sufficient Gundam pilot."
Grabbing Heero's legs, Duo pulled him closer to the desk, until he could only see a hint of Heero's eyes through a small crack between the desk and Heero's chest. "Here's the deal. You'll protect me from Une and," Duo ran his fingers over Heero's crotch slowly, "you won't have to be a self sufficient Gundam pilot yourself."
Heero shook his head once but then Duo nuzzled his cheek on Heero's crotch. With a shuddering breath, Heero agreed. "Deal."
Duo unzipped Heero's pants and licked his lips slowly. It had been complicated plot, but even if Une managed to find him, Duo felt is was worth it.
Quatre was right; office sex was way more interesting if you added an extra adrenaline factor.
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Say Thank You
2x4
NC17 - Spanking
(Friends with Benefits series)
"Over my lap, Quatre." Duo's voice was firm and left no room for argument. Quatre wanted to smile but he forced his lips to stay in a thin line and his head to stay down as he crawled towards Duo and did as he was told.
"You may grab onto my leg for support." For a second, for just one second, Quatre wanted to turn around and see if Duo was smirking. But he didn't. He just wrapped his fingers around Duo's leg, feeling the fabric of Duo's jeans and being even more aware of the fact that he was completely naked, laying over the lap of his fully clothed best friend… who was holding a paddle in his hand.
"How about ten?" Duo asked, as he lazily caressed Quatre's ass. Quatre opened his mouth to reply but a light slap landed on his thighs and he quickly closed his mouth. "Don't answer. You don't get a say in it anyway."
If he really wanted to, Quatre just had to stand up and walk away, but he didn't, so he stayed. Nothing happened and Quatre realized Duo was waiting for something. Quatre rolled his eyes and said. "Thank you?"
Another light slap landed on Quatre's thighs. "That didn't sound grateful enough," Duo said. "You can count and thank me after each one, so you'll learn."
Quatre felt a shiver run down his back, and his cock, trapped against Duo's leg, twitched in anticipation.
Quatre winced when he felt the paddle connect, not harshly but most definitely not lightly, against his ass. He took a deep breath and said, "One. Thank you."
And the paddle landed again, and again, and again, and with each smack Quatre pressed himself harder against Duo's lap, and the moment he said the last "thank you", Duo pulled him up, kissed him, touched him, and then fucked him.
And when the night was over, Duo thanked Quatre before falling asleep on his arms.
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Untitled
3x4
Trowa left his trailer, hair still wet, dripping on his t-shirt, and hurried over to the side of the lion cages, where he knew Quatre was waiting for him. He heard Quatre's laugh even before he saw him, standing by the cages and surrounded by floating soap bubbles. Quatre watched them, only moving to the side if he noticed one was coming too close to him.
"The fun part of popping them," Trowa said, walking closer. He didn't really know if this was true but the kids who came to the circus always seemed to enjoy that part more.
Quatre blew some more bubbles. "That's what the boy who showed me how to make them said." Quatre shrugged. "I like to watch them. They make the place look like something out of a fairy tale."
Trowa approached Quatre, making sure to avoid all the bubbles he could, and put his arms around him. "And I'm prince charming?"
Quatre shook his head. "Of course not." He raised his chin. "I am."
"I don't do a good princess," Trowa replied.
"You have a different tale in mind." Quatre turned in a circle blowing bubbles around them. "This one is called The Prince and The Clown. No princesses."
"I'm not sure I like that title," Trowa said, but he was smiling.
"Any better ideas?"
Trowa held Quatre's wrist and started pulling him to his trailer. "Let's write the story first, leave the title for last."
Quatre laughed. "Isn't that disorganized?"
Trowa smirked. "There's no reason to hold up the action while waiting for a name."
"Yes," Quatre agreed, and kissed Trowa, slowly and deeply. "Inspiration will strike at the right moment."
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PoT drabbles
Time to Think
GP
Oishi doesn't think about Eiji all the time. Echizen can say whatever he wants but the fact is that Oishi is an intelligent young man with many different responsibilities, and as much as he would like to spend all his time remembering Eiji's kisses, he just can't.
Take classes for example. Oishi knows that he needs to pay attention in class and he does his best to listen to every word the teacher says and write up all the necessary notes. It has nothing to do with the fact that Eiji sometimes borrows them. Oishi once asked him why he didn't borrow Fuji's notes since they were on the same class, but it turns out Fuji's notes are incomprehensible to anyone but Fuji himself.
But the point is that Oishi doesn't think about Eiji during class, since Eiji isn't even in his classroom. He sometimes wonders what it would be like to have Eiji there with him, and then he decides it's for the better that he is not, because then Oishi would spent class thinking about the way Eiji's skin feels, or the noises he makes when Oishi touches him, and that would be incredibly distracting.
There's also student counsel. While in meetings, Oishi devotes his whole attention to the issues at hand. He doesn't wonder if Eiji has been conned again to take Echizen and Momo for burgers, or if he's visiting the pet store, or maybe, just maybe, waiting for him so they can walk home together.
And the rest of the time, Oishi is busy playing tennis with Eiji, talking to him, kissing him, touching him and loving him… and that doesn't leave a lot of time to think.
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Lenience
GP
Kikumaru wasn't in practice that afternoon, which meant that Oishi was unavoidably distracted. Tezuka put him in a practice match with Fuji, to wake him up, but Oishi lost easily and the lines of worry in his brow never disappeared.
After practice, Oishi left quickly, instead of waiting for Tezuka to close up like he usually did. Tezuka didn't mind, but he was already planning how many laps he would make Kikumaru run tomorrow. For skipping practice he usually gave twenty laps, but since if Kikumaru missed practice it meant that Oishi wasn't really there either, Tezuka might make him run an extra twenty.
Tezuka was walking home and pondering if it was better to make Kikumaru run twenty laps at the beginning of practice and twenty after, rather than all in one go, when he heard Kikumaru's voice.
"Nya, I didn't mean to skip, I just lost track of time."
Tezuka looked around but he couldn't see Kikumaru anywhere.
"It's okay, I was just worried."
Oishi wasn't anywhere in sight either.
"Tezuka will make me run laps."
Since there was no one around who could see him, Tezuka allowed himself to smirk. Not being the type to listen into other's people's conversations, he resumed his walk home. It wasn't until he had walked down the stairs that Tezuka turned around and saw the Golden Pair, sitting on top of a big green container, kissing.
Maybe he would just make Kikumaru run twenty laps, or else Oishi might worry too much.
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Sorry for the spamming ^^;;
I wrote 3 drabbles - weirdly Quatre isn't in any of them - and I'm posting them here.
Smutty drabbles (all NC17)
Probation
1x2
(Masterminds series)
"We are still in probation," Heero said as he was pushed against the blackboard.
"We're always in probation." Duo pinned Heero's hands over his head and kissed him. "Permanent probation. And I won't let it permanently spoil our fun. Not now."
Heero groaned.
After what had happened last month, they had finally gotten together, and since then, they could hardly keep their hands off each other. Heero blamed the teenage hormones, and the fact that Duo looked so good in the school uniform had nothing to do with it. "We are in detention."
"I don't care." Duo placed little kisses in Heero's neck. Using one hand, he loosened Heero's tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt, so he could kiss Heero's collarbone and run his fingers over Heero's chest.
Heero moaned.
Duo kissed him on the lips again, a deep kiss, and Heero returned it fully. He freed one of his hands and grabbed Duo's ass, pulling him closer to him. He slipped his fingers into Duo's pants, awkwardly working his hand to the front and grabbing Duo's cock.
A pleased laugh left Duo's lips. He copied Heero's actions, grabbing Heero's cock with cold fingers while he kept kissing Heero's neck and lips. Heero closed his eyes, and all there was, was Duo's cock and fingers and lips.
They came, one after another, holding on to each other and the blackboard for support. They regained their breaths quietly, slowly taking their hands off each other pants.
Duo kissed Heero one more time and then laughed. Heero looked at him, waiting patiently for Duo to calm down and explain. Duo simply pointed down at his pants and asked, "Do you have an extra uniform?"
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Reflection
1x2
Heero looked at his refection in Duo's sunglasses. He lowered his chin slightly, narrowed his eyes a bit… a bit more, there! Perfect! "What's up, sexy?"
Duo laughed so hard that the sunglasses nearly fell down his face. Heero couldn't tell if Duo was looking at him but taking into account the fact that Duo's finger kept pointing at him, he thought so.
"Do you need CPR?" Heero asked, tilting his head to the side.
It took a few seconds for Duo to calm down enough to talk, but when he did, he just asked, in a strangely serious voice, "Heero, you know that you're naked, right?"
Heero looked down at himself, confirmed that he was indeed nude, and shrugged. "It's a private beach."
"Right." Duo pushed his glasses up. "And is there a reason you are laying over me?"
Well, Duo was sunbathing, and Heero had tried to wave his hand first to get Duo's attention. When that didn't work he decided to get closer to Duo to determine if he had fallen asleep, and then, it just seemed that laying over Duo and making the 'sexy face' was the next logical step. "I'm seducing you."
Duo took his sunglasses off to get a better look at Heero. "Are you drunk?"
Heero didn't feel bad but he assumed the seven margaritas Trowa had served him would make him drunk. He nodded once. "It's not why I'm seducing you," he added when he saw the slight frown on Duo's face. "I've wanted to seduce you for a while but I didn't know the right procedure. Trowa helped. He taught me some lines and the sexy face, and when we were done I felt I had the proper technique to try it out, did I fail?"
The smile Duo gave him was one Heero had never seen before. He didn't have a lot of time to see it because Duo kissed him, and with their faces so close together, Heero couldn't get a good perspective. He closed his eyes instead and concentrated on the kiss, on the feel of Duo's tongue licking his lips slowly. He opened his mouth, slightly, poked his tongue out and let it touch the tip of Duo's tongue. Then they licked each other, putting their tongues into each other's mouth.
Heero moaned. This felt good.
When their lips parted, Heero opened his eyes. Duo's smile, the new one, was still there. Heero decided that he liked that smile. It felt special somehow. He smiled back and Duo's smile brightened, changing slightly.
Putting his arms around Heero, Duo flipped them over, so Heero's back was on the sand, and Duo was over him. Duo grabbed his sunglasses and put them back on, and before Heero could ask what was happening, Duo was licking his chest, his nipples, tongue trailing down his belly to circle his navel twice before moving down farther. And then, Duo's mouth was kissing Heero's cock, open mouth kisses that made Heero shiver.
Heero wanted to close his eyes, like he did with the kiss, but Duo's face was turned towards him, and Heero could see his reflection in the dark sunglasses, could see the way his mouth was partly opened, his skin flush and his eyes unguarded. He couldn't turn his eyes away.
Duo swallowed him whole, and Heero buried his fingers on the sand, still unable to turn away from his own reflection. There was no way Duo could smile while sucking Heero's cock but Heero knew, just knew, that Duo was smiling that new smile, the one Heero felt was just for him and no one else. So he looked at Duo and looked at himself, and let himself go, crying out Duo's name and finally closing his eyes.
When he opened them, he was lying in Duo's arms, their faces only inches away, and the smile was still there.
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Owned
13x6
(object insertion, D/s, blindfolds)
Zechs wanted to say no. He wanted to tell Treize that he could put the fucking thing in his own ass, but he didn't. He couldn't. He could never deny Treize. Kneeling naked, with his legs spread, his hair lose falling down his shoulders, and his chin being lifted by the tip of Treize's riding crop, Zechs could only show his acceptance by lowering his eyes.
He could still see Treize approving smile, though, and Zechs had to consciously fight the urge to close his hands into fists. He hated that smile. He bared everything and anything for Treize; he became his sex toy, his submissive partner, his furniture, his love. And he even bared that insufferable smile.
He would bare this too.
A blindfold covered Zechs eyes, Treize's fingers lingering for just a moment. Then Treize's fingers tangled in Zechs' hair, pulling his head back, so far back his neck hurt, and then Treize's mouth was on his, rough and demanding. Zechs kissed him back, thanking him for the small reward.
Treize pushed him back and Zechs straightened his back again, waiting. Moments later something was pressing against Zechs' lips, and he obediently parted them, letting the object being shoved inside his mouth. It was longer than Treize's cock but not as thick. It tasted like wood, a baton maybe? Zechs sucked the object, feeling the slightly rough texture, trying to slick it as much as possible.
In and out and in and out.
By the time Treize pulled the object away, Zechs' jaw ached.
"On your hands and knees." Treize's voice sent a shiver down Zech's back.
He allowed himself one deep breath before he obeyed, keeling on hands and knees and resting his forehead on the floor, ass high in the air. He immediately felt the wooden shaft pressing against his entrance, and Zechs forced himself to relax. It would be better if he relaxed.
Treize teased his entrance for a few moments and Zechs forced himself to remain still, letting Treize do as he wanted, like he always did. Then he was being penetrated, slowly and steady, and when Treize gave the order, Zechs fucked himself on the mysterious object, thrusting his ass up towards it, pain and pleasure mixing, and drowning in that intense feeling of being owned, completely owned.
In and out and in and out.
Zechs waited as long as he could. He curled his fingers on the carpet and bit his lip several times, but in the end, Treize won, like he always did, and Zechs begged for release. And this time, Treize rewarded him, and Zechs came, hard, screaming Treize's name.
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Also, a couple of days ago I offered comment drabbles, and I'm posting them here too.
GW drabbles
Cinnamon
3x4
"The thing about cinnamon," Trowa tells Quatre solemnly, "is that it's a spice but it can also be sweet. It can be subtle, giving that special secret flavor to some meals and making the coffee taste better, or it can be strong, like the smell of a freshly baked cinnamon roll."
Quatre raises an eyebrow. "Uh huh."
"And it's tasty."
"It better be," Quatre grumbles.
"And one can never get too much cinnamon." Trowa kisses Quatre's neck. "It's an addiction."
"Addictions…" Quatre lets out a moan when Trowa starts licking his earlobe. "Addictions tend to have negative connotations."
"Only if they are harmful… cinnamon hardly is."
Quatre kisses Trowa full on the lips until they are both out of breath, and when they part, in that small gap between one kiss and the next, he says, "Fine. Just never call me cinnamon bun again, no matter how drunk you are."
Trowa nods and they seal the deal with another kiss.
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Lust
4xD
She kissed him and he kissed her back. It didn't last long and when they pulled away he wouldn't look at her.
"Don't be a coward."
He raised his eyes like she knew he would. "I'm not hiding, but this is awkward."
"Is it?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I don't love you."
"So what?" She unbuttoned her shirt and let it hand loosely over her shoulders, showing her lavender brassier.
He didn't say anything but he was looking at her chest.
"This is about lust, Quatre, not love." She unzipped her skirt and let her pool at her ankles. She stepped out, maintaining a careful balance in her high heals. "Life isn't a romantic novel."
"Or a porn movie," he replied, not trying to hide the way he was looking at her.
"No," she agreed, and unbuttoned his shirt. He didn't protest. "This is sex. Plain and simple."
He chuckled. "Nothing is plain and simple with you, Dorothy."
"I guess not." She took off her shirt and then gave him a challenging look.
"I guess not," he repeated, and then pulled her to him and kissed her. She kissed him back.
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Mix of Flavors
1x2x3
Duo tasted like strawberry. It was sweet and cool like the ice cream Duo was eating.
Trowa tasted like lemon. Warm and slightly acid like the tea he was drinking.
Heero liked the way the flavors mixed in his mouth. He liked it so much that he forgot about the kendo movie they were watching and instead spent his time kissing Trowa and then Duo, Duo and then Trowa, tasting them both and letting each of them have a hint of the other's flavor.
Duo had been interested in the movie. He had liked the way the characters fought in a dance of swords, but apparently that wasn't as interesting as Heero's kisses since he never complained at not being able to see how it ended.
Trowa hadn't been that into the movie anyway, but a smirk had appeared on his face with the first kiss, and Heero liked kissing that smirk away, over and over again.
Later, much later, when Wufei and Quatre asked how the three of them got together, Heero would say it was because of kendo, and the three of them would smile a knowing smile because they knew it had really been the mix of flavors.
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About Master Winner
Quatre (gen)
James Stevens knows that Master Winner carries a gun, in a holster, hidden underneath his expensive Italian suit jacket. The first time he noticed it was when he met his new boss, a few months after the war, when the young man stepped fully into the role of CEO of Winner Enterprises. James first thought the Winner heir was a little paranoid. After all, he already had a team of bodyguards assigned to him, led by James himself, so why would he need a gun he probably didn't know how to use?
After a few months James started to suspect that there was more to Quatre Winner that met the eye. James had very good observation skills and he noticed how his boss surveyed a room every time he entered it, or how when there was something suspicious, Master Winner's eyes darted to the source even quicker than James'.
The day Master Winner was attacked in his room, James walked in, gun drawn, to find the attacker unconscious on the floor and Master Winner, bare-chested, with his foot pressed against the man's chest. Without a word, Master Winner put his shirt on while the other bodyguards took care of the perpetrator, but by then, James had already seen the scars on the young man's chest, and all the little pieces, all the little things he had noticed over the months, fell into place.
Quatre Raberba Winner had fought in the war.
James tries not to think exactly what a fifteen year old heir had done during those violent days, but now he looks at Master Winner with new eyes, and a new found respect.
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Through the Water
3x4
Trowa's eyes looked weird through the water of the fish tank. The water make them look like they were glowing in a strange way, made him look incredibly sad, and even though it was beautiful, Quatre had to turn his eyes away. He didn't like to see Trowa sad, not even when he just appeared to be.
"What is it?" Trowa asked, walking around the fish tank and outing his arms around Quatre.
Quatre looked up at Trowa's eyes again. They were beautiful, and alive, and now they held no illusions, they were sincere and Quatre could see the happiness in them, as clear as day. He smiled at Trowa and whispered, "Nothing."
"You looked sad for a moment."
"I'm not." Quatre pressed his lips to Trowa's cheek quickly, brushing the corner of Trowa's lips. "It was just a trick of the light."
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Adrenaline Factor
1x2
"Why are you hiding under my desk?"
Duo looked up at Heero and tried his best to give him an innocent smile.
Heero sighed. "What did you do?"
"Me?" Duo tried to look insulted at the accusation, but one look at Heero's eyes told him that he was wasting his time. Heero knew him to well. "I kind of accidentally spilled super glue on Une's chair."
Heero's eyes widened slightly, a sure signed that he was either impressed or afraid for Duo's safety. He sat down on his chair, but pulled it back enough so he could still look at Duo. "And this is the best hiding place you could find?"
"She posted agents on all the exits. I'm just waiting for an opening, but I figured that in the mean time you'll protect me, right?" Duo flashed Heero his brightest smile.
"I don't know," Heero replied, casually. "I'm not sure I'm brave enough to go against Une."
"Hey!" Duo slapped Heero's leg. "I'm your boyfriend. You are supposed to protect me."
Heero raised an eyebrow. "Really? And here I thought my boyfriend was a self sufficient Gundam pilot."
Grabbing Heero's legs, Duo pulled him closer to the desk, until he could only see a hint of Heero's eyes through a small crack between the desk and Heero's chest. "Here's the deal. You'll protect me from Une and," Duo ran his fingers over Heero's crotch slowly, "you won't have to be a self sufficient Gundam pilot yourself."
Heero shook his head once but then Duo nuzzled his cheek on Heero's crotch. With a shuddering breath, Heero agreed. "Deal."
Duo unzipped Heero's pants and licked his lips slowly. It had been complicated plot, but even if Une managed to find him, Duo felt is was worth it.
Quatre was right; office sex was way more interesting if you added an extra adrenaline factor.
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Say Thank You
2x4
NC17 - Spanking
(Friends with Benefits series)
"Over my lap, Quatre." Duo's voice was firm and left no room for argument. Quatre wanted to smile but he forced his lips to stay in a thin line and his head to stay down as he crawled towards Duo and did as he was told.
"You may grab onto my leg for support." For a second, for just one second, Quatre wanted to turn around and see if Duo was smirking. But he didn't. He just wrapped his fingers around Duo's leg, feeling the fabric of Duo's jeans and being even more aware of the fact that he was completely naked, laying over the lap of his fully clothed best friend… who was holding a paddle in his hand.
"How about ten?" Duo asked, as he lazily caressed Quatre's ass. Quatre opened his mouth to reply but a light slap landed on his thighs and he quickly closed his mouth. "Don't answer. You don't get a say in it anyway."
If he really wanted to, Quatre just had to stand up and walk away, but he didn't, so he stayed. Nothing happened and Quatre realized Duo was waiting for something. Quatre rolled his eyes and said. "Thank you?"
Another light slap landed on Quatre's thighs. "That didn't sound grateful enough," Duo said. "You can count and thank me after each one, so you'll learn."
Quatre felt a shiver run down his back, and his cock, trapped against Duo's leg, twitched in anticipation.
Quatre winced when he felt the paddle connect, not harshly but most definitely not lightly, against his ass. He took a deep breath and said, "One. Thank you."
And the paddle landed again, and again, and again, and with each smack Quatre pressed himself harder against Duo's lap, and the moment he said the last "thank you", Duo pulled him up, kissed him, touched him, and then fucked him.
And when the night was over, Duo thanked Quatre before falling asleep on his arms.
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Untitled
3x4
Trowa left his trailer, hair still wet, dripping on his t-shirt, and hurried over to the side of the lion cages, where he knew Quatre was waiting for him. He heard Quatre's laugh even before he saw him, standing by the cages and surrounded by floating soap bubbles. Quatre watched them, only moving to the side if he noticed one was coming too close to him.
"The fun part of popping them," Trowa said, walking closer. He didn't really know if this was true but the kids who came to the circus always seemed to enjoy that part more.
Quatre blew some more bubbles. "That's what the boy who showed me how to make them said." Quatre shrugged. "I like to watch them. They make the place look like something out of a fairy tale."
Trowa approached Quatre, making sure to avoid all the bubbles he could, and put his arms around him. "And I'm prince charming?"
Quatre shook his head. "Of course not." He raised his chin. "I am."
"I don't do a good princess," Trowa replied.
"You have a different tale in mind." Quatre turned in a circle blowing bubbles around them. "This one is called The Prince and The Clown. No princesses."
"I'm not sure I like that title," Trowa said, but he was smiling.
"Any better ideas?"
Trowa held Quatre's wrist and started pulling him to his trailer. "Let's write the story first, leave the title for last."
Quatre laughed. "Isn't that disorganized?"
Trowa smirked. "There's no reason to hold up the action while waiting for a name."
"Yes," Quatre agreed, and kissed Trowa, slowly and deeply. "Inspiration will strike at the right moment."
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PoT drabbles
Time to Think
GP
Oishi doesn't think about Eiji all the time. Echizen can say whatever he wants but the fact is that Oishi is an intelligent young man with many different responsibilities, and as much as he would like to spend all his time remembering Eiji's kisses, he just can't.
Take classes for example. Oishi knows that he needs to pay attention in class and he does his best to listen to every word the teacher says and write up all the necessary notes. It has nothing to do with the fact that Eiji sometimes borrows them. Oishi once asked him why he didn't borrow Fuji's notes since they were on the same class, but it turns out Fuji's notes are incomprehensible to anyone but Fuji himself.
But the point is that Oishi doesn't think about Eiji during class, since Eiji isn't even in his classroom. He sometimes wonders what it would be like to have Eiji there with him, and then he decides it's for the better that he is not, because then Oishi would spent class thinking about the way Eiji's skin feels, or the noises he makes when Oishi touches him, and that would be incredibly distracting.
There's also student counsel. While in meetings, Oishi devotes his whole attention to the issues at hand. He doesn't wonder if Eiji has been conned again to take Echizen and Momo for burgers, or if he's visiting the pet store, or maybe, just maybe, waiting for him so they can walk home together.
And the rest of the time, Oishi is busy playing tennis with Eiji, talking to him, kissing him, touching him and loving him… and that doesn't leave a lot of time to think.
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Lenience
GP
Kikumaru wasn't in practice that afternoon, which meant that Oishi was unavoidably distracted. Tezuka put him in a practice match with Fuji, to wake him up, but Oishi lost easily and the lines of worry in his brow never disappeared.
After practice, Oishi left quickly, instead of waiting for Tezuka to close up like he usually did. Tezuka didn't mind, but he was already planning how many laps he would make Kikumaru run tomorrow. For skipping practice he usually gave twenty laps, but since if Kikumaru missed practice it meant that Oishi wasn't really there either, Tezuka might make him run an extra twenty.
Tezuka was walking home and pondering if it was better to make Kikumaru run twenty laps at the beginning of practice and twenty after, rather than all in one go, when he heard Kikumaru's voice.
"Nya, I didn't mean to skip, I just lost track of time."
Tezuka looked around but he couldn't see Kikumaru anywhere.
"It's okay, I was just worried."
Oishi wasn't anywhere in sight either.
"Tezuka will make me run laps."
Since there was no one around who could see him, Tezuka allowed himself to smirk. Not being the type to listen into other's people's conversations, he resumed his walk home. It wasn't until he had walked down the stairs that Tezuka turned around and saw the Golden Pair, sitting on top of a big green container, kissing.
Maybe he would just make Kikumaru run twenty laps, or else Oishi might worry too much.
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