Fire Emblem Kink Meme~!
The Fire Emblem Kink Meme has MOVED! The new kink meme is here and the anon meme is here.
The comment screening issue from before should be solved now; anon comments are enabled so any fills that you feel like posting here can still happen.
Thanks to this secret posted on fandomsecrets, I decided to go ahead and do something I'd been toying with for a little ( Read more... )
The comment screening issue from before should be solved now; anon comments are enabled so any fills that you feel like posting here can still happen.
Thanks to this secret posted on fandomsecrets, I decided to go ahead and do something I'd been toying with for a little ( Read more... )
"I don't want him tainted by your bloodlust, bastard." He bit back a whimper as the blade dug further into his skin, a thin line of blood trickling down his neck and soaking into the fabric of his cloak.
He would have died for that remark; what stayed Karel's hand was the fact that he was sure the man knew this already. What he knew of the spy didn't paint him as the cowardly sort, but he was certainly cautious. There had to be some reason he would go and make such a foolhardy statement...
"And how," the firelight danced in his eyes, making them appear brighter-- more dangerous, "How, pray tell, do you plan on preventing this...?" Karel's grin grew wider as Matthew fidgeted. "I could easily cut you down right now, after all."
"If you won't take money, take..." Matthew paused, then steeled his features. "Take me instead."
This... this took Karel by surprise. The Sword Demon straightened up and withdrew his sword, his grin changing to a smirk. This wasn't shaping up as too bad of a deal after all...
"And what makes you believe that I would have any interest in yourself?" he asked disdainfully.
Once Matthew could move without fear of being sliced further, he rubbed gingerly at the side of his neck, then began calmly unfastening his cloak without saying a word.
Karel's blade touched his cheek, smearing a small line of blood onto the skin. "I asked you a question, boy-- I expect an answer."
The assassin's eyes locked with the swordmaster's and he grinned, tossing his cape to one side.
"I'm not dead yet." And Matthew leapt forward, slicing his cheek in the process. He crashed into Karel and for a moment there was chaos as surprise made the Demon drop his sword and attempt to push the assassin away-- then Matthew's lips crushed against his, biting and sucking, movement smearing blood on the two of them.
Matthew's nimble fingers began working at the sash and belts around Karel's waist while the swordmaster was still stunned. Karel was only stunned for another moment; he decided abruptly that this wasn't a bad idea at all and immediately took over as the aggressor, pushing Matthew backwards until his back was pressed against the rough bark of a tree. Calloused hands went immediately for the assassin's belt, trying to seek out every buckle as he broke the kiss and started roughly biting and kissing Matthew's neck, enjoying the sound of the man trying to muffle his gasps.
There was a clank as Karel's belt and scabbard hit the ground; he felt his sash being pulled away a moment later, and then his coats fell open, exposing his chest to the cool air. The Demon had managed to find the last buckle on Matthew's belt, but before he could completely undo it, he froze.
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"You let your guard down, Demon," Matthew said between light gasps, "I'm surprised."
A swift movement, a violent twist of his hands, and Karel had the assassin's arm held over his head, the bark digging into the skin.
"Don't be."
Matthew grimaced as the swordsman's grip tightened, crushing his wrist until he finally released the dagger. It dropped between the two of them and landed with a thud on the ground.
But Matthew wasn't about to be bested-- using the trunk of the tree as a launching point, he threw all his weight at Karel again, this time knocking the bigger man backwards a few steps. Another well-placed shove and they were both on the ground, both scrabbling for purchase, fighting to see who would get up first and at the same time trying to pin the other.
Somewhere in the scramble their lips met again, and the struggle took on a different purpose. Mouths and hands were struggling for dominance; breathing became ragged, and the cries of pain from vicious bites mixed in with the strangled gasps that came from the soothing licks placed there afterwards. A coat was left here, a shirt here, belt here, until both men's chests were completely exposed-- one toned, slightly tanned, criscrossed with scars, and another smaller, still firm, but thin.
Lips and teeth went back to work with a vengeance, nipping, biting, sucking, licking-- anything to make the other whimper, moan, cry out-- fingers rubbed against skin, scratched, drew blood-- the two men were caught up in the thrill-- the thrill of sex, blood, battle-- the rest of the world meant nothing to them; they were focused on conquering their foe.
Skin moved against skin, smearing blood and staining the men red; chests heaved in unison as they each drew gasping breaths. For a moment their lips came together again, violently, and when they pulled apart Matthew's lower lip was dripping blood from a well-placed bite.
Wet hair stuck to sweating, bloodied skin-- Matthew's lips left a trail of red down Karel's chest as he kissed his way lower, but the Sword Demon grunted indignantly and twisted, maneuvering himself so that he was pinning Matthew to the ground. He started at the assassin's ear, nibbling on the lobe, then worked his way down the side of his neck, nipping and biting and licking, listening to the changes in the tone and timbre of the man's voice. Matthew gave a startled cry as Karel's teeth grazed a spot near the curve of his neck, and the swordsman focused his attention there.
His lips curled into a grin as he felt the assassin begin to writhe beneath him-- whoever didn't last, lost; that was the way it was; nothing need be said. He sucked hard at the skin, swirling his tongue around the area; pity the little spy went around with his neck covered, that one wouldn't fade for a while...
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To further drive home his point, he shifted, grinding his hips into Matthew's. The assassin's surprised cry dissolved into a muffled moan at the heat and contact; the sound stopped abruptly as he bit his tongue, determined not to let the Demon get the best of him.
With a lunge, Matthew managed to flip their position so that he was the one doing the pinning-- breathing heavily, he glared into Karel's eyes. Blood dripped from his cut lip and rolled down the side of the swordsman's cheek, the bright red dotting his dark hair. Now Matthew was the one biting, kissing, streaking blood across Karel's face, neck, chest, every small press of lips to skin tainted with the coppery taste of his own blood.
He gasped as he felt nails digging into his back, pushing him harder against the other man, the contact sending shocks across his body; this wasn't a battle, wasn't a brawl, wasn't even sex-- he couldn't find a word for it; competition? Was it a test?
Almost as if to affirm his idea, there was the heat of their bodies touching again, rubbing against each other, friction, contact-- waves of heat, sparks of pleasure mingled with the pain from numerous cuts and scratches. The only sounds for some time were ragged breathing, soft moans, the brush of fabric on fabric, the occasional gasp as teeth grazed sensitive places--
A strangled cry as Matthew was pinned again; Karel took over, grinding against the assassin, pressing him into the ground, pressing their bodies together, teeth and lips working furiously at the curve of the spy's neck, every gasp and moan egging him on--
Matthew came with a whimper, arching against Karel, and sank back to the ground, defeated. The Sword Demon hovered over the assassin, panting, eyes glinting a challenge, then stood up slowly and walked over to where his undercoat was crumpled in a heap on a ground.
"I accept," he muttered gruffly, dusting off the coat and folding it over his arm. He walked over to his other coat and picked it up, then went after his belt and sword.
Matthew propped himself up on one elbow, still panting, eyes half-closed.
"You're... you're crazy," he gasped, halfheartedly.
The Sword Demon paused for a moment, holding the tent flap open.
"Get used to it."
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I sort of forgot to put this at the beginning. ^^;
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author!anon says thank you <3 she takes cash, paypal, and personal checks
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