Lots of complaints D
Hello everybody! I'm so glad to have found a community like this, to unburden all my fandom woes. I shall be addressing a number of fandoms here, because I want to open myself up to as much pronz as possible >D the rot seems to spread everywhere. What rot? The rot of incredibly hot disgusting pairings
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Inoue Orihime had thought, for the longest of times, that when she (he, back then?) wasn't a cat, Yoruichi-san was probably a great and powerful wizard, with a long beard and a castle he could keep in his pocket. And laser eyes. He could fly around the world in four minutes (before the ramen water was done boiling!) and juggle flaming astronauts with one hand.
Yoruichi-san had been amazing.
But, she thought in a faraway part of her mind, as her hands grasped desperately at purple hair and soft, dark skin took away everything else in the world, she couldn't be too disappointed. Yoruichi was still amazing.
She was amazing when she kissed her, mouth nothing at all like a cat's, with supple lips and teeth that grazed too gently to believe and a soft, warm tongue. She was amazing with her hands, drawing little gasps out of Orihime all too easily. And really, she was even more amazing-- the most amazing-- with that tongue, teasing and giving and making the younger girl think that maybe she could fly around the whole world, just on this feeling.
A few minutes later, as she ran her long fingers through Orihime's hair, Yoruichi thought she heard the girl murmuring something. She leaned in close, frowning.
"What was that, Orihime?" she asked, unable to make anything out. Orihime opened her eyes and smiled up at Yoruichi like sunshine.
"Laser eyes...still would have been cool."
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Vergil bit his lip, white teeth sinking in until a trail of blood dribbled down his chin. He refused to groan, to make so much as a whisper's worth of sound, even as Dante's tongue touched his jaw and removed the blood, cooling where its warmth had been a moment ago. He forced his own silence as Dante's hand stroked his thigh mockingly, hatefully, wonderfully, because admitting what that felt like would have been just like admitting defeat.
A hand gripped at Vergil's short white hair, and Dante was kissing him, rage and hunger and lust all blending into a furious passion that defied all resistance. He kissed back, a wicked grin blossoming on his lips for a second at the taste of his own blood.
The two of them stood locked together, pressing deeper, both determined to prove that this kiss, this moment, belonged to him and him alone. Vergil managed to rip the fluttery coat off of his brother (his own having been dropped near the alley's mouth), allowing himself a quiet growl as he was pressed down against the ground, Dante's hands moving up under his shirt.
Again he smiled, pulling back from the kiss and taking a firm hold on Dante's shirt. "You like that, do you, brother?" he said, voice low, pushing his hips up and forcing a hiss out of him. His smile broadened, and he licked his lower lip. "You're no better than me."
"Silence," Dante growled, brushing his twin's hand away from his shirt and leaning down to silence him with another forceful kiss.
The occasional defeat, Vergil decided in the recesses of his mind, was to be expected, and really not so bad as he often thought. But just letting Dante have it... well, that wouldn't have been fun, would it?
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... actually, right now, I'm sending you my internetz love my the truckload &hearts
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I aim to please ^^ Glad you liked them, they were fun to write.
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