[Fic] Drabbles: Misc
Because I have many a fandom where I've only dabbled with one or two drabbles.
Gurren Lagann
#8 - Song Title: Warbird
Artists: Kamelot
Length: 5:23
Characters: Simon, Viral, Gurren Lagann
Simon knows that this war the Anti-Spirals started is pointless. He fears it, and so it enrages him. Blood pounds and the drumming of his heart sounds like war drums. After Yoko has broken him and Viral out of prison he has no time to think. It is all action, action, action, and he can hear Viral’s breathing through the communicators despite the constant explosions and screaming. The beastman is a good pilot, nearly as good as Kamina, and for this, Simon is thankful. He does not have the strength to pilot Gurren Lagann by himself. Not this time.
They yell in unison and it sounds like a war cry to their ears. They swoop and tear apart every Mugen they find, and the explosions that follow sound like fireworks. There is an odd ringing in his ears when all is silent, the calm before the storm. He thinks that the pounding of his ears is actually Viral’s heartbeat, oozing through the speakers and lingering within the cockpit. Viral snickers, and he knows the insanity the other being is probably feeling. The rush of adrenaline that probably has Viral growling and readying his claws for an attack that his claws will be useless in.
When the storms hits, they are ready. They swoop low and strike, feral and deadly.
#9 - Song Title: I'm Already There
Artists: Lonestar
Length: 4:17
Characters: Viral, Dream daughter and wife
She smells like roses and lavender, and she is his. From the tips of her ears to the toes she has inherited from him, she is completely his. She giggles when he tosses her into the sky and gives a little gasp of delight when he catches her in his arms and spins her around. He hears soft laughter behind him and knows his wife watches them, amused.
His daughter giggles again, and places a crown of flowers on his head. He laughs with her and nuzzles her cheek. It feels nice to smile, like something from a different life. A life without fighting and pain, a life of warmth and love and peace.
When she notices the green light and points, he can hardly keep himself from snarling aloud. He does not want to leave this life, this life of happiness and laughter. But he knows that he has to. It would be unfair if he stayed. And so he turns, smiling at the girl who both is and isn’t his daughter. When he places her in her mother’s arms, she grins at him, and her little fangs glint orange in the dying sun.
He wants to reassure her, tell her that he’ll never forget her, that he’ll remember her and her beautiful smile forever and ever. He wants to, even though he knows that this tiny child that smells like flowers and whose smile outshines the sun isn’t real.
And so he does, he tells her that he will always be with her and that she will always be with him, and even if they are universes apart, they will always be in each other’s hearts. And she smiles at him, as if she understands, as if she is telling him that it is fine. And he kisses them goodbye, and he says his final “I love you”.
And he leaves, and closes his eyes against the pain of leaving a part of himself behind.
#10 - Song Title: Lullaby
Artists: Fiddler's Green
Length: 5:02
Characters: Viral, Viral's daughter
He tells her stories that he thinks are only partially made up. Stories of humans living underground and tunneling upwards, stories of immortal warriors pledged to an almighty king, stories of loyal creatures hundreds of feet tall, mechanical creatures that seem to have a soul of their own.
He sings her to sleep with songs of hope and songs of despair. When she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, he sits beside her bed and stares at her. And he can feel the wrongness of having her there. She is filling a hole that needs not be filled. He brushes her hair down, and her ears twitch. She giggles sleepily and bats at his hand with adorable little paws that he grasps with his own. He presses a kiss to each and lets her fall back into the realm of sleep.
He sits by her bedside in the moonlight and he hopes that this is not a dream, for he does not think that now that he has had her he will be able to live without her.
Nngh.. Aniki!
He moans and groans like some kind of porn star, little gasps and whimpers filling the cells and echoing off the ceilings, bounding off the walls. He supposes he should be disgusted, disgusted by this human. He should be disgusted by the dreams he catches the echoes of.
But he isn’t, he’s so far from disgusted that that in itself is almost sickening. Each night, the boy dreams. He dreams and gasps and grinds his erection against the stone floor, moaning and whimpering, his face flushed and his mouth gasping for air. And each night Viral is right there along with him, watching his every movement, every jerk of the hips, toss of the head, every single fucking whimper. He devours the sights and sounds of the boys dreams, his own hips jerking in time with Simon’s.
With the restraints, jerking off is awkward, and often not as fulfilling as it should be, but every single one of his cellmate’s dreams are torture for him, leaving him furious and disgusted, but with an aching hard on all the same.
He entertains wicked fantasies of waking the other boy; somehow getting past the bars and fucking him into the wall. Of getting him alone in the showers. Of getting him over to the bars to suck him off before he explodes. It’s an agonizingly sweet kind of torture, watching him whimper into the stone floor, glimpsing the perfect white of the small of his back when his shirt rides up, being forced to listen to the sweet gasps of air in the darkness.
He supposes it is a good thing that they are only in the prison for a short amount of time, because if it had been any longer he would have killed himself.
He wonders though. He wonders just how long Simon has been having these dreams. It has been years since Kamina died, just what was he to Simon to make the boy still dream about him in such ways?
He doesn’t know, and he can’t bring himself to care more than to curse Kamina for making the boy have the dreams in the first place.
A-aahh! Aniki!
Whatever the case is, he thinks, as a particularly loud moan from the boy brings him over the edge, he really, really hates that bastard.
CLAMP
#1 - Song Title: The Garden of Everything
Artists: Maaya Sakamoto feat. Steve Conte
Length: 6:21
Characters: R!Syaoran, C!Syaoran, Syaoran/Syaoran, mentions of Syaoran/Sakura
If Only for the Moment
Her eyes burn with the light of a thousand supernovas and her voice is like crystal leaves whispering in the breeze. He supposes that she’s happy, wherever she has gone. He thinks she might be happy merely trusting in him to get her real self back. She is but a ghost now, an imprint left on her loved one’s memories.
It hurts to know that her soul is gone. That she has perished. It hurts like no sword ever has, and he can’t help but wondering if his replica feels the same grief. He knows the replica does. He comes to him in dreams sometimes, ever since that fateful night when they killed her together. They take comfort in each other. They wrap themselves up in each other and they comfort each other in ways that only two who have shared the same heart for years can.
They are ghosts on the dreamscape, and they tear at the dimensions together. They rip and tear and cry and only when he wakes does he know that for all the tearing they do in the dream world it has no effect in the world of the living. The whispered comfort that passes within one heart, the quiet touches and frantic tearing of cloth doesn’t show in reality. This backward dream is theirs, and theirs alone. The tattoo of lips on skin does not follow him into the world of the living, they remain on their phantom dreamscape, waiting for him to return again.
Mismatched eyes meet matched eyes and their hearts can become one again, if only for the moment.
#2 - Song Title: The Ghost of You
Artists: My Chemical Romance
Length: 3:24
Characters: Clone!Syaoran, C!Syaoran/C!Sakura
He dreams in sporadic bursts; feathers and cherry blossoms and glimpses of other selves. He dreams of steel piercing soft flesh and silent screams of would be agony that seem to last forever. He dreams of spoken words that will never reach the final syllable. He dreams of her, and in his dreams she dies. Every night her death repeats itself in details so real that he can feel the caress of the bleeding blossoms, hear her final, unspoken confession.
He dreams of ghosts and things yet to come, and he screams.
#3 - Song Title: Innocent Sorrow
Artists: Abingdon Boy's School
Length: 4:40
Characters: Doumeki, Watanuki
He tries not to look at the boy with pity. He tries to glance away from him, to not feel sorrow to know how much the boy is pained by his curse day by day. He hides his pity with demands of food and monotonous words and hopes the boy does not see. He thinks that if the boy does notice that it will be the end of him. But the boy does not notice. He goes on his way, bears his burden to the best of his abilities and holds himself high.
Doumeki tries not to think of how much pain he could have spared the boy. If only he had known him sooner, then maybe the boy would not be so scarred now. With every monster they face, his world is broadened. He notices things that he would not have even looked twice at before he met the unlucky boy. He notices the bruises and the cuts that litter porcelain skin, and he tries not to fret over it. He tries to be near the boy whenever he can, that way the boy can have no more pain in his life.
And when the boy falls from the window because of the girl with the bad luck, he is there to pay his price. He holds him close and tries not to notice just how frail the other boy is in his arms. He tries not to see the crimson blood that leaves a trail behind them as he races to find the witch, school officials yelling after him.
He longs for the boy to open his eyes, just to say that he is okay. But that is selfish, because the boy is very obviously not okay. He frantically pulls at the shards of glass digging into the soft flesh of the boy’s neck and does not even remark on the visibility of the invisible shrine. He is at its doors in a moment, and the witch waits for them there, her eyes grim and her lips clenched in silent fear.
And he knows that whatever he has to give up, be it an eye, half the blood in his body, or even his life, he will protect the boy. Whatever it takes.
Yu-Gi-Oh
#5 - Song Title: Opus Magnum
Artists: E Nomine
Length: 3:04
Characters: Atem
The tombs are cold and quiet compared to the heat and sand above ground. It is quiet and somewhere water pitter patters quietly against molded stone. The air is stale and hard to breathe, and he thinks that if his mentors knew that he were here, they would not be very happy with him. The Pharaoh should not be using tombs as his playground, even if he is a child prodigy. They would chide him and bring him back to the palace, with it’s silken sheets and sugared figs. But he would not go with them. He would not play with their boring, childish games.
He knew that only the tombs had the best puzzles. Dangerous, yes, but they were the best. They were fun and thrilling and one only knew true victory if they played against death itself. No, they would not take him from here. Only when he won would he leave. For the best opponent to prove oneself against was death.
He smiles and steps into the maze.
Sometimes, Jounouchi dreams of him. His slumber is haunted by a three thousand year old Pharaoh who has long since passed into the afterlife, and really, he couldn't be happier about it.
They all dream about him. Jounouchi knows that. He sees the way that Anzu looks, knows that particular shade of longing and grief that gleams within her eyes. He sees the way that Honda looks at Yugi sometimes, as if the sentence on the tip of his tongue is not meant for that particular boy, but for the dark ghost that had left them. Even Kaiba misses him. Most people would miss it, because his sorrow is written in the sharp curve of his wrist as he draws a card, in the way his voice stutters over Yugi's name when he challenges him to a duel. And sometimes, Kaiba's pain is tangible in the depth of blue eyes.
And in the end, Jounouchi is the one that Yugi goes to when the younger boy confesses to having night terrors. He has nightmares about everything they've gone through, and the worst part of it is that when he wakes up, he automatically gropes about for a foreign consciousness no longer there. And Jounouchi listens, because he is Yugi's best friend.
He is Yugi's friend, so he doesn't tell them how every night he wakes with the ghost of Atem's touch tingling against his skin, how every time he looks at Yugi he can't help but wish there was a darker shadow of the boy standing next to him. His friend had dealt with enough people wanting him to be his shadow. Instead, he breathes his secrets against the curve of Kaiba's neck, writes them in the bleeding grooves his nails have left in the other man's back. He shudders and shakes and wishes that it was someone else holding him down, someone else's cock inside of him.
When Mai approaches him with an uncharacteristic blush warming her cheeks and that familiar sarcasm keeping her words veiled in armor, Jounouchi can't do it. Even at the chance of finally moving on- moving past Atem and having a chance at normalcy, a normal life with a girlfriend, happiness, maybe one day even kids, Jounouchi can't. He looks at her, and can't pretend that she is Atem, with her sunny blond hair, her pale skin, and her pretty pale eyes. He can't imagine having a woman now that he knows what it is like to have Atem. He has to close his eyes to even have Kaiba, close his eyes and imagine that blue eyes are red and pale skin is bronze. So he turns her away with apologies and tries to pretend he doesn't see the tears glittering at the corner of her eyes.
He plays the game, keeps up with his life and smiles and laughs like he is supposed to. This is his life, and he can't pretend that it's anything but that. He has friends to keep happy, a sister to help and a father to take care of. When Yugi begins to look at him with worry, he tries not to notice. He tries to play the charade well, the friend who everyone can count on.
Kaiba leaves him in the summer. Jounouchi whimpers the wrong name when he comes and Kaiba scoffs at him, throws on his clothes and stalks out of the hotel room.
Jounouchi sits on the bed and laughs, laughs until tears streak his cheeks and the last traces of come has seeped out of him. He remembers Atem's touch, remembers that last kiss, that last fuck before the Pharaoh had moved on to the afterlife. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel Atem beside him, feel the slide of a smaller body against his own. He can hear the broken little moans Atem had made when Jounouchi had fucked him, remembers the way the ghost's spine had arched off the bed whenever he thrust particularly deep. Remembers wondering if it was possible for Yugi to wake up during this or if Atem had made sure the doors to their soul room would remain locked.
Jounouchi lives for those dreams, lives for the memory of a touch and hopes that that is enough. He tells himself that he'll see Atem again someday, that wherever Atem is in the afterlife he'll find him.
He tries not to hear the lie in his own words.
Kyou Kara Maou
Being a King, it was hard to live up to the expectations of his people. However, his most difficult task was appeasing Wolfram. The boy had many expectations he expected his fiancé to uphold, none of which being easy. Even smiling at another person could be counted as cheating, and Wolfram generally disliked that.
The hardest task yet, had been getting Wolfram’s heart back. Going against Shinou was difficult, and not because his failure could mean the anguish of his people. It was hard because he knew that his failure would mean Wolfram’s death. And letting Wolfram down, letting him die would be worse than his own death.
So he triumphed.
Invader ZIM
When Dib took the time to think about it he always seemed to compare their rivalry to a game of cat and mouse. He wasn’t very sure who was the cat, or who was the mouse. After all, they chased each other in endless circles, undecided as to who was the predator, and who was the prey.
Normally he would think that he was the cat in the game, after all, he was hunting Zim. He was trying to save the world, should he not be the one who was the predator?
Or was Zim the cat, toying around with him, batting at him while laughing inside, just waiting for the chance to stop playing with his food and just devour him and humanity, destroying the stupid peaceful planet that not even the Irken Elite wanted as their own.
He could never be sure, the circles they danced in, the mousetraps they set for each other, luring the other out with a piece of cheese… he could never be quite sure just what their relationship was.
He was the human hero, trying to stand his own against the mad alien. He was the only human with enough sense to try to save his home. He was the predator, hunting his prey so that he could save his home from infestation. He was the prey, trying to hold it’s own against a fierce predator.
He wasn’t very sure what he was to Zim.
Cat, mouse, or cheese? Enemy, friend, or lover?
But then again, he decided, setting his glasses against his bedside, he wasn’t too sure if he really wanted to know what he was to the green skinned alien lying so peacefully on his bed, curled in a ball under light cotton sheets.
No, he really didn’t want to know.
Fullmetal Alchemist
Roy Mustang was annoyed. Most days he spent filling out useless paperwork, attending useless meetings with Parliament, or being hassled by Colonol Hawkeye.
Today, however, was Alphonse Elric’s thirteenth birthday.
There were times that Roy Mustang regretted his promise to himself to take care of Alphonse Elric. But Alphonse always managed to make that feeling of irritation transform into a type of happiness that had the older man flashing the newly turned teenager smiles of adoration, and send light butterfly like kisses dancing across lips, hair, cheek and neck.
That overwhelming happiness was the only possible way that Roy had been blackmailed into his current situation. The only possible way.
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Roy glared at Alphonse from under the large black hat atop his head. Alphonse simply giggled and scooted closer to seat himself on the General’s lap, linking his arms together behind the older man’s head and pulling him in for a quick kiss.
“I told you that the pirate look worked for you,” the younger boy giggled, tracing a small finger along the edge of the other man’s eyepatch.
When Roy just growled an answer Alphonse dissolved into giggles.
"y'know, they say that every man has the same seven sins." Ed glares at him when Greed gets to his feet, walks away from the bed and over to the little dresser across the room. He stares into the mirror and Ed shudders when Greed meets his eyes in it. Greed cocks his head to the side, and it sends chills down Ed's spine to see that familiar look of curiosity on that face again, but with those unfamiliar eyes.
Greed smiles at the mirror, leans forward and presses a kiss to his reflection's lips. "Pride," he whispers against the glass, smiles when the mirror fogs and his reflection twists, distorts. When he pulls away from it he's got his hand wrapped around his own cock, tugs at it gently and lets out a short groan. "Envy," he hisses as he strokes himself, bites down on his lip and regards Ed through slitted eyes.
"Lust."
He approaches the bed again in two quick strides, drops kisses along Ed's neck until it tickles and Ed gives a quiet, involuntary giggle. He immediately bites down on his lip, snarls at the homunculus and snaps at the other man's hands. "Wrath," he breathes, presses one slicked finger to Ed's hole, pushes the slightest bit inside. He traces his other hand over the curve of Ed's belly, drags his nails through golden curls. His eyes go half lidded and somehow when he groans out the word "Gluttony" it comes out sounding like the filthiest of words.
Greed wraps a fist around Ed's neglected cock and when he whimpers and curls in on himself the other man just chuckles, smiles against Ed's neck and mouths "sloth" against the flesh there.
It's a bit uncomfortable when Greed presses his cock to Ed's ass, and even more so when he pushes in, but it isn't as if the Fullmetal Alchemist hasn't had men before. Hell, he's had this body before, that same cock fucking him even if the mind attached to it is unfamiliar. He adjusts to the intrusion quickly, curls his fingers into the sheets beneath him and clenches until the cotton tears.
Greed stays like that for too long, patiently waiting until Ed snarls at him, hisses move and claws at the Homunculus' back. The steel of his automail rips into flesh and it doesn't even phase him, he just keeps clawing until electricity crackles across Greed's back and the skin there molds itself back into place.
He's still growling his impatience when Greed snaps his hips forward, buries himself into Edward so deep that Ed can't help the choked cry that makes its way past his lips.
It's fast and hard, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing around the room until it's all Ed can hear, all Ed knows and he thinks that that bastard has finally gotten the point, finally stopped his incessant chatter until Greed leans close, brushes wet lips against the curve of Ed's ear, slams into him so hard that Ed sees stars, wants more and more and more-
"Greed," he breathes, and with a yell Ed comes all over the sheets.
Gurren Lagann
#8 - Song Title: Warbird
Artists: Kamelot
Length: 5:23
Characters: Simon, Viral, Gurren Lagann
Simon knows that this war the Anti-Spirals started is pointless. He fears it, and so it enrages him. Blood pounds and the drumming of his heart sounds like war drums. After Yoko has broken him and Viral out of prison he has no time to think. It is all action, action, action, and he can hear Viral’s breathing through the communicators despite the constant explosions and screaming. The beastman is a good pilot, nearly as good as Kamina, and for this, Simon is thankful. He does not have the strength to pilot Gurren Lagann by himself. Not this time.
They yell in unison and it sounds like a war cry to their ears. They swoop and tear apart every Mugen they find, and the explosions that follow sound like fireworks. There is an odd ringing in his ears when all is silent, the calm before the storm. He thinks that the pounding of his ears is actually Viral’s heartbeat, oozing through the speakers and lingering within the cockpit. Viral snickers, and he knows the insanity the other being is probably feeling. The rush of adrenaline that probably has Viral growling and readying his claws for an attack that his claws will be useless in.
When the storms hits, they are ready. They swoop low and strike, feral and deadly.
#9 - Song Title: I'm Already There
Artists: Lonestar
Length: 4:17
Characters: Viral, Dream daughter and wife
She smells like roses and lavender, and she is his. From the tips of her ears to the toes she has inherited from him, she is completely his. She giggles when he tosses her into the sky and gives a little gasp of delight when he catches her in his arms and spins her around. He hears soft laughter behind him and knows his wife watches them, amused.
His daughter giggles again, and places a crown of flowers on his head. He laughs with her and nuzzles her cheek. It feels nice to smile, like something from a different life. A life without fighting and pain, a life of warmth and love and peace.
When she notices the green light and points, he can hardly keep himself from snarling aloud. He does not want to leave this life, this life of happiness and laughter. But he knows that he has to. It would be unfair if he stayed. And so he turns, smiling at the girl who both is and isn’t his daughter. When he places her in her mother’s arms, she grins at him, and her little fangs glint orange in the dying sun.
He wants to reassure her, tell her that he’ll never forget her, that he’ll remember her and her beautiful smile forever and ever. He wants to, even though he knows that this tiny child that smells like flowers and whose smile outshines the sun isn’t real.
And so he does, he tells her that he will always be with her and that she will always be with him, and even if they are universes apart, they will always be in each other’s hearts. And she smiles at him, as if she understands, as if she is telling him that it is fine. And he kisses them goodbye, and he says his final “I love you”.
And he leaves, and closes his eyes against the pain of leaving a part of himself behind.
#10 - Song Title: Lullaby
Artists: Fiddler's Green
Length: 5:02
Characters: Viral, Viral's daughter
He tells her stories that he thinks are only partially made up. Stories of humans living underground and tunneling upwards, stories of immortal warriors pledged to an almighty king, stories of loyal creatures hundreds of feet tall, mechanical creatures that seem to have a soul of their own.
He sings her to sleep with songs of hope and songs of despair. When she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, he sits beside her bed and stares at her. And he can feel the wrongness of having her there. She is filling a hole that needs not be filled. He brushes her hair down, and her ears twitch. She giggles sleepily and bats at his hand with adorable little paws that he grasps with his own. He presses a kiss to each and lets her fall back into the realm of sleep.
He sits by her bedside in the moonlight and he hopes that this is not a dream, for he does not think that now that he has had her he will be able to live without her.
Nngh.. Aniki!
He moans and groans like some kind of porn star, little gasps and whimpers filling the cells and echoing off the ceilings, bounding off the walls. He supposes he should be disgusted, disgusted by this human. He should be disgusted by the dreams he catches the echoes of.
But he isn’t, he’s so far from disgusted that that in itself is almost sickening. Each night, the boy dreams. He dreams and gasps and grinds his erection against the stone floor, moaning and whimpering, his face flushed and his mouth gasping for air. And each night Viral is right there along with him, watching his every movement, every jerk of the hips, toss of the head, every single fucking whimper. He devours the sights and sounds of the boys dreams, his own hips jerking in time with Simon’s.
With the restraints, jerking off is awkward, and often not as fulfilling as it should be, but every single one of his cellmate’s dreams are torture for him, leaving him furious and disgusted, but with an aching hard on all the same.
He entertains wicked fantasies of waking the other boy; somehow getting past the bars and fucking him into the wall. Of getting him alone in the showers. Of getting him over to the bars to suck him off before he explodes. It’s an agonizingly sweet kind of torture, watching him whimper into the stone floor, glimpsing the perfect white of the small of his back when his shirt rides up, being forced to listen to the sweet gasps of air in the darkness.
He supposes it is a good thing that they are only in the prison for a short amount of time, because if it had been any longer he would have killed himself.
He wonders though. He wonders just how long Simon has been having these dreams. It has been years since Kamina died, just what was he to Simon to make the boy still dream about him in such ways?
He doesn’t know, and he can’t bring himself to care more than to curse Kamina for making the boy have the dreams in the first place.
A-aahh! Aniki!
Whatever the case is, he thinks, as a particularly loud moan from the boy brings him over the edge, he really, really hates that bastard.
CLAMP
#1 - Song Title: The Garden of Everything
Artists: Maaya Sakamoto feat. Steve Conte
Length: 6:21
Characters: R!Syaoran, C!Syaoran, Syaoran/Syaoran, mentions of Syaoran/Sakura
If Only for the Moment
Her eyes burn with the light of a thousand supernovas and her voice is like crystal leaves whispering in the breeze. He supposes that she’s happy, wherever she has gone. He thinks she might be happy merely trusting in him to get her real self back. She is but a ghost now, an imprint left on her loved one’s memories.
It hurts to know that her soul is gone. That she has perished. It hurts like no sword ever has, and he can’t help but wondering if his replica feels the same grief. He knows the replica does. He comes to him in dreams sometimes, ever since that fateful night when they killed her together. They take comfort in each other. They wrap themselves up in each other and they comfort each other in ways that only two who have shared the same heart for years can.
They are ghosts on the dreamscape, and they tear at the dimensions together. They rip and tear and cry and only when he wakes does he know that for all the tearing they do in the dream world it has no effect in the world of the living. The whispered comfort that passes within one heart, the quiet touches and frantic tearing of cloth doesn’t show in reality. This backward dream is theirs, and theirs alone. The tattoo of lips on skin does not follow him into the world of the living, they remain on their phantom dreamscape, waiting for him to return again.
Mismatched eyes meet matched eyes and their hearts can become one again, if only for the moment.
#2 - Song Title: The Ghost of You
Artists: My Chemical Romance
Length: 3:24
Characters: Clone!Syaoran, C!Syaoran/C!Sakura
He dreams in sporadic bursts; feathers and cherry blossoms and glimpses of other selves. He dreams of steel piercing soft flesh and silent screams of would be agony that seem to last forever. He dreams of spoken words that will never reach the final syllable. He dreams of her, and in his dreams she dies. Every night her death repeats itself in details so real that he can feel the caress of the bleeding blossoms, hear her final, unspoken confession.
He dreams of ghosts and things yet to come, and he screams.
#3 - Song Title: Innocent Sorrow
Artists: Abingdon Boy's School
Length: 4:40
Characters: Doumeki, Watanuki
He tries not to look at the boy with pity. He tries to glance away from him, to not feel sorrow to know how much the boy is pained by his curse day by day. He hides his pity with demands of food and monotonous words and hopes the boy does not see. He thinks that if the boy does notice that it will be the end of him. But the boy does not notice. He goes on his way, bears his burden to the best of his abilities and holds himself high.
Doumeki tries not to think of how much pain he could have spared the boy. If only he had known him sooner, then maybe the boy would not be so scarred now. With every monster they face, his world is broadened. He notices things that he would not have even looked twice at before he met the unlucky boy. He notices the bruises and the cuts that litter porcelain skin, and he tries not to fret over it. He tries to be near the boy whenever he can, that way the boy can have no more pain in his life.
And when the boy falls from the window because of the girl with the bad luck, he is there to pay his price. He holds him close and tries not to notice just how frail the other boy is in his arms. He tries not to see the crimson blood that leaves a trail behind them as he races to find the witch, school officials yelling after him.
He longs for the boy to open his eyes, just to say that he is okay. But that is selfish, because the boy is very obviously not okay. He frantically pulls at the shards of glass digging into the soft flesh of the boy’s neck and does not even remark on the visibility of the invisible shrine. He is at its doors in a moment, and the witch waits for them there, her eyes grim and her lips clenched in silent fear.
And he knows that whatever he has to give up, be it an eye, half the blood in his body, or even his life, he will protect the boy. Whatever it takes.
Yu-Gi-Oh
#5 - Song Title: Opus Magnum
Artists: E Nomine
Length: 3:04
Characters: Atem
The tombs are cold and quiet compared to the heat and sand above ground. It is quiet and somewhere water pitter patters quietly against molded stone. The air is stale and hard to breathe, and he thinks that if his mentors knew that he were here, they would not be very happy with him. The Pharaoh should not be using tombs as his playground, even if he is a child prodigy. They would chide him and bring him back to the palace, with it’s silken sheets and sugared figs. But he would not go with them. He would not play with their boring, childish games.
He knew that only the tombs had the best puzzles. Dangerous, yes, but they were the best. They were fun and thrilling and one only knew true victory if they played against death itself. No, they would not take him from here. Only when he won would he leave. For the best opponent to prove oneself against was death.
He smiles and steps into the maze.
Sometimes, Jounouchi dreams of him. His slumber is haunted by a three thousand year old Pharaoh who has long since passed into the afterlife, and really, he couldn't be happier about it.
They all dream about him. Jounouchi knows that. He sees the way that Anzu looks, knows that particular shade of longing and grief that gleams within her eyes. He sees the way that Honda looks at Yugi sometimes, as if the sentence on the tip of his tongue is not meant for that particular boy, but for the dark ghost that had left them. Even Kaiba misses him. Most people would miss it, because his sorrow is written in the sharp curve of his wrist as he draws a card, in the way his voice stutters over Yugi's name when he challenges him to a duel. And sometimes, Kaiba's pain is tangible in the depth of blue eyes.
And in the end, Jounouchi is the one that Yugi goes to when the younger boy confesses to having night terrors. He has nightmares about everything they've gone through, and the worst part of it is that when he wakes up, he automatically gropes about for a foreign consciousness no longer there. And Jounouchi listens, because he is Yugi's best friend.
He is Yugi's friend, so he doesn't tell them how every night he wakes with the ghost of Atem's touch tingling against his skin, how every time he looks at Yugi he can't help but wish there was a darker shadow of the boy standing next to him. His friend had dealt with enough people wanting him to be his shadow. Instead, he breathes his secrets against the curve of Kaiba's neck, writes them in the bleeding grooves his nails have left in the other man's back. He shudders and shakes and wishes that it was someone else holding him down, someone else's cock inside of him.
When Mai approaches him with an uncharacteristic blush warming her cheeks and that familiar sarcasm keeping her words veiled in armor, Jounouchi can't do it. Even at the chance of finally moving on- moving past Atem and having a chance at normalcy, a normal life with a girlfriend, happiness, maybe one day even kids, Jounouchi can't. He looks at her, and can't pretend that she is Atem, with her sunny blond hair, her pale skin, and her pretty pale eyes. He can't imagine having a woman now that he knows what it is like to have Atem. He has to close his eyes to even have Kaiba, close his eyes and imagine that blue eyes are red and pale skin is bronze. So he turns her away with apologies and tries to pretend he doesn't see the tears glittering at the corner of her eyes.
He plays the game, keeps up with his life and smiles and laughs like he is supposed to. This is his life, and he can't pretend that it's anything but that. He has friends to keep happy, a sister to help and a father to take care of. When Yugi begins to look at him with worry, he tries not to notice. He tries to play the charade well, the friend who everyone can count on.
Kaiba leaves him in the summer. Jounouchi whimpers the wrong name when he comes and Kaiba scoffs at him, throws on his clothes and stalks out of the hotel room.
Jounouchi sits on the bed and laughs, laughs until tears streak his cheeks and the last traces of come has seeped out of him. He remembers Atem's touch, remembers that last kiss, that last fuck before the Pharaoh had moved on to the afterlife. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel Atem beside him, feel the slide of a smaller body against his own. He can hear the broken little moans Atem had made when Jounouchi had fucked him, remembers the way the ghost's spine had arched off the bed whenever he thrust particularly deep. Remembers wondering if it was possible for Yugi to wake up during this or if Atem had made sure the doors to their soul room would remain locked.
Jounouchi lives for those dreams, lives for the memory of a touch and hopes that that is enough. He tells himself that he'll see Atem again someday, that wherever Atem is in the afterlife he'll find him.
He tries not to hear the lie in his own words.
Kyou Kara Maou
Being a King, it was hard to live up to the expectations of his people. However, his most difficult task was appeasing Wolfram. The boy had many expectations he expected his fiancé to uphold, none of which being easy. Even smiling at another person could be counted as cheating, and Wolfram generally disliked that.
The hardest task yet, had been getting Wolfram’s heart back. Going against Shinou was difficult, and not because his failure could mean the anguish of his people. It was hard because he knew that his failure would mean Wolfram’s death. And letting Wolfram down, letting him die would be worse than his own death.
So he triumphed.
Invader ZIM
When Dib took the time to think about it he always seemed to compare their rivalry to a game of cat and mouse. He wasn’t very sure who was the cat, or who was the mouse. After all, they chased each other in endless circles, undecided as to who was the predator, and who was the prey.
Normally he would think that he was the cat in the game, after all, he was hunting Zim. He was trying to save the world, should he not be the one who was the predator?
Or was Zim the cat, toying around with him, batting at him while laughing inside, just waiting for the chance to stop playing with his food and just devour him and humanity, destroying the stupid peaceful planet that not even the Irken Elite wanted as their own.
He could never be sure, the circles they danced in, the mousetraps they set for each other, luring the other out with a piece of cheese… he could never be quite sure just what their relationship was.
He was the human hero, trying to stand his own against the mad alien. He was the only human with enough sense to try to save his home. He was the predator, hunting his prey so that he could save his home from infestation. He was the prey, trying to hold it’s own against a fierce predator.
He wasn’t very sure what he was to Zim.
Cat, mouse, or cheese? Enemy, friend, or lover?
But then again, he decided, setting his glasses against his bedside, he wasn’t too sure if he really wanted to know what he was to the green skinned alien lying so peacefully on his bed, curled in a ball under light cotton sheets.
No, he really didn’t want to know.
Fullmetal Alchemist
Roy Mustang was annoyed. Most days he spent filling out useless paperwork, attending useless meetings with Parliament, or being hassled by Colonol Hawkeye.
Today, however, was Alphonse Elric’s thirteenth birthday.
There were times that Roy Mustang regretted his promise to himself to take care of Alphonse Elric. But Alphonse always managed to make that feeling of irritation transform into a type of happiness that had the older man flashing the newly turned teenager smiles of adoration, and send light butterfly like kisses dancing across lips, hair, cheek and neck.
That overwhelming happiness was the only possible way that Roy had been blackmailed into his current situation. The only possible way.
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Roy glared at Alphonse from under the large black hat atop his head. Alphonse simply giggled and scooted closer to seat himself on the General’s lap, linking his arms together behind the older man’s head and pulling him in for a quick kiss.
“I told you that the pirate look worked for you,” the younger boy giggled, tracing a small finger along the edge of the other man’s eyepatch.
When Roy just growled an answer Alphonse dissolved into giggles.
"y'know, they say that every man has the same seven sins." Ed glares at him when Greed gets to his feet, walks away from the bed and over to the little dresser across the room. He stares into the mirror and Ed shudders when Greed meets his eyes in it. Greed cocks his head to the side, and it sends chills down Ed's spine to see that familiar look of curiosity on that face again, but with those unfamiliar eyes.
Greed smiles at the mirror, leans forward and presses a kiss to his reflection's lips. "Pride," he whispers against the glass, smiles when the mirror fogs and his reflection twists, distorts. When he pulls away from it he's got his hand wrapped around his own cock, tugs at it gently and lets out a short groan. "Envy," he hisses as he strokes himself, bites down on his lip and regards Ed through slitted eyes.
"Lust."
He approaches the bed again in two quick strides, drops kisses along Ed's neck until it tickles and Ed gives a quiet, involuntary giggle. He immediately bites down on his lip, snarls at the homunculus and snaps at the other man's hands. "Wrath," he breathes, presses one slicked finger to Ed's hole, pushes the slightest bit inside. He traces his other hand over the curve of Ed's belly, drags his nails through golden curls. His eyes go half lidded and somehow when he groans out the word "Gluttony" it comes out sounding like the filthiest of words.
Greed wraps a fist around Ed's neglected cock and when he whimpers and curls in on himself the other man just chuckles, smiles against Ed's neck and mouths "sloth" against the flesh there.
It's a bit uncomfortable when Greed presses his cock to Ed's ass, and even more so when he pushes in, but it isn't as if the Fullmetal Alchemist hasn't had men before. Hell, he's had this body before, that same cock fucking him even if the mind attached to it is unfamiliar. He adjusts to the intrusion quickly, curls his fingers into the sheets beneath him and clenches until the cotton tears.
Greed stays like that for too long, patiently waiting until Ed snarls at him, hisses move and claws at the Homunculus' back. The steel of his automail rips into flesh and it doesn't even phase him, he just keeps clawing until electricity crackles across Greed's back and the skin there molds itself back into place.
He's still growling his impatience when Greed snaps his hips forward, buries himself into Edward so deep that Ed can't help the choked cry that makes its way past his lips.
It's fast and hard, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing around the room until it's all Ed can hear, all Ed knows and he thinks that that bastard has finally gotten the point, finally stopped his incessant chatter until Greed leans close, brushes wet lips against the curve of Ed's ear, slams into him so hard that Ed sees stars, wants more and more and more-
"Greed," he breathes, and with a yell Ed comes all over the sheets.