Happy random early Easter!
This is really, really random, but I just had to tell you guys about it.
See, my parents are weird. We get presents from our stuffed animals, for pete's sake, is it any wonder that I'm such an odd child? When I returned from camp last summer, instead of taking me out to dinner or getting me a book or something normal, they celebrated by getting me a stuffed giant microbe of Mono. Yes, the disease.
Normal parents would get their kids chocolate and have them go hunting for eggs. Mine gave me a sourdough rabbit and told me about the cute, peaceful image they'd had of me violently biting off its head as I sat at the computer. Good lord we are strange.
. . . . God, I love being me sometimes. I like random craziness!
Anywhooooo~ working on the drabble requests right now, up to the third one. dual_avi, you get yours early as a special treat! (And you are hereby poked because you still need to review Darkside and Imaginary! But when you have the time. ^^) Lovelies, the pairing is Zemyx and the prompt was "Fruit salad". Enjoy.
"Eeeew."
Zexion looked over at Demyx as he swallowed another mouthful. "Is there a problem, Demyx?"
"Fruit salad is so groooooooss," the blonde whined.
Zexion sighed and ate another forkful. "You've never even tried it, Demyx."
"So what? It's still icky."
The slate-haired young man sighed as he continued eating. "You're hopeless."
After a few minutes, he noticed Demyx observing his fork rather intensely. Rather, the fork as Zexion's lips closed around it. He smirked deviously to himself and took another bite, this one long, slow and very deliberately suggestive.
There was a squeaking sound, and Zexion looked over to see that Demyx had turned a brilliant shade of red. Licking a stray bit of dressing from his lips - Demyx's blue eyes followed the movement hungrily - he said softly, "Are you sure you don't want a bite, Demyx?" He gathered up another mouthful on his fork.
The sitarist squeaked again and shook his head, his eyes going to the utensil.
"Oh, but I think you do," Zexion said, his voice dropping seductively as he lifted the fork to his mouth again, placing it inside. Demyx let out a very soft moan, and that was it. Without warning, Zexion leaned forward and pressed his lips to Demyx's, hard, his tongue tracing the blonde's lower lip in a plea for entrance. Demyx froze, and then his mouth opened, and he whimpered desperately as his hands came up to cling to Zexion's arms. The slate-haired young man's tongue swept inside the blonde's mouth possessively, ravishing every inch of the orifice available, warring teasingly with the slick muscle inside.
And then Zexion pulled away, leaving the bite of fruit salad in Demyx's mouth. "Close your mouth, weren't you ever taught to eat politely?" he said coolly, turning back to his plate.
Demyx had turned a lovely tomato shade all over his face and even down his neck, but he shut his mouth and swallowed obediently.
Zexion smiled. "There now, that wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Demyx shook his head vehemently. Then he grinned eagerly. "But I think I might wanna try again . . . . just to be sure."
~owari~
Hooray! Now I'll go write some more. Hopefully I'll get to Imaginary once they're done, Chapter 3 is a little over halfway done now. Luffles to you all, my lovelies!
~Ria
See, my parents are weird. We get presents from our stuffed animals, for pete's sake, is it any wonder that I'm such an odd child? When I returned from camp last summer, instead of taking me out to dinner or getting me a book or something normal, they celebrated by getting me a stuffed giant microbe of Mono. Yes, the disease.
Normal parents would get their kids chocolate and have them go hunting for eggs. Mine gave me a sourdough rabbit and told me about the cute, peaceful image they'd had of me violently biting off its head as I sat at the computer. Good lord we are strange.
. . . . God, I love being me sometimes. I like random craziness!
Anywhooooo~ working on the drabble requests right now, up to the third one. dual_avi, you get yours early as a special treat! (And you are hereby poked because you still need to review Darkside and Imaginary! But when you have the time. ^^) Lovelies, the pairing is Zemyx and the prompt was "Fruit salad". Enjoy.
"Eeeew."
Zexion looked over at Demyx as he swallowed another mouthful. "Is there a problem, Demyx?"
"Fruit salad is so groooooooss," the blonde whined.
Zexion sighed and ate another forkful. "You've never even tried it, Demyx."
"So what? It's still icky."
The slate-haired young man sighed as he continued eating. "You're hopeless."
After a few minutes, he noticed Demyx observing his fork rather intensely. Rather, the fork as Zexion's lips closed around it. He smirked deviously to himself and took another bite, this one long, slow and very deliberately suggestive.
There was a squeaking sound, and Zexion looked over to see that Demyx had turned a brilliant shade of red. Licking a stray bit of dressing from his lips - Demyx's blue eyes followed the movement hungrily - he said softly, "Are you sure you don't want a bite, Demyx?" He gathered up another mouthful on his fork.
The sitarist squeaked again and shook his head, his eyes going to the utensil.
"Oh, but I think you do," Zexion said, his voice dropping seductively as he lifted the fork to his mouth again, placing it inside. Demyx let out a very soft moan, and that was it. Without warning, Zexion leaned forward and pressed his lips to Demyx's, hard, his tongue tracing the blonde's lower lip in a plea for entrance. Demyx froze, and then his mouth opened, and he whimpered desperately as his hands came up to cling to Zexion's arms. The slate-haired young man's tongue swept inside the blonde's mouth possessively, ravishing every inch of the orifice available, warring teasingly with the slick muscle inside.
And then Zexion pulled away, leaving the bite of fruit salad in Demyx's mouth. "Close your mouth, weren't you ever taught to eat politely?" he said coolly, turning back to his plate.
Demyx had turned a lovely tomato shade all over his face and even down his neck, but he shut his mouth and swallowed obediently.
Zexion smiled. "There now, that wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Demyx shook his head vehemently. Then he grinned eagerly. "But I think I might wanna try again . . . . just to be sure."
~owari~
Hooray! Now I'll go write some more. Hopefully I'll get to Imaginary once they're done, Chapter 3 is a little over halfway done now. Luffles to you all, my lovelies!
~Ria