Challenge 4 Voting - Group A
Entry #1
death or exile
Batman AU (The Dark Knight Rises, for specificity)
Zhou Mi/Sungmin
warnings: character death, depression.
Citizens of Gotham; take control of your city. Those had been Bane's orders.
He'd taken the city, driven the police force underground, and the Batman had disappeared just as quickly as he'd returned. Zhou Mi had known it was too good to be true -- the symbol of hope for so many people had been a disappointment. Zhou Mi had never believed that he'd been the one to kill Harvey Dent, but if the man behind that mask didn't even have the gall to stick around when the going got really tough?
Zhou Mi saw no point in believing in him.
With the city in chaos, there'd been nothing for him; Zhou Mi was always starving, along with everyone else he knew, and there was nothing outside for them. Just vigilantes and violence, and that had no appeal to him. He'd felt hopeless, and lost -- constantly terrified for not only his life, but the life of the boy who was for all intents and purposes his brother; Henry.
Henry, who'd lost someone to one of Bane's men -- his fiancé, Amber, whom everyone had loved. As a police officer, she was a prime target for Bane's twisted 'justice', and she'd been sentenced by Crane in city hall. Death...or exile.
She'd chosen death, and Henry had broken.
Zhou Mi could do nothing but watch, and try to get enough food into Henry so that he wouldn't starve to death. It wasn't easy, when he could barely feed himself. It'd been a dark few months, and Zhou Mi could feel it weighing on his shoulders at every moment. It didn't help, that he was lonely. It didn't help that he'd taken to frequenting seedy strip joints just for the buzz of getting off with some pretty thing.
It didn't help that there was no hope.
His latest pretty thing had been all honey thighs and full pout, inviting eyes with an atittude to match. Blond, and Korean. Zhou Mi would have asked his name, but he'd introduced himself with a smirk. Sungmin. Zhou Mi had almost wanted to take his time with him, but Sungmin didn't seem to care, grinding down on Zhou Mi's thigh with his head thrown back within five minutes, whispering into his ear that he was hot and grabbing Zhou Mi's hand to place against his cock through the ridiculously short shorts he wore for dancing. Zhou Mi had felt guilt for half a second before he'd thrown caution to the wind, and reasoned with himself that they were all waiting for certain death. Sin beckoned, and fucking this pretty dancer in front of him would be pleasure amidst a sea of endless pain. He wanted it.
So, he'd taken it.
Zhou Mi had fucked Sungmin against the wall, Sungmin holding himself up with legs around Zhou Mi's waist as they got Zhou Mi's jeans off and underwear down. Not even bothering to prepare Sungmin before entering him in one thrust -- but Sungmin didn't seem to care, either way. Zhou Mi was there for pain, and forgetting -- and it seemed Sungmin was too; the job in the club being some kind of sick insurance for the guarantee of it. It lasted all of ten minutes, Sungmin pushing Zhou Mi away when he was close to losing it, falling to his knees to get his mouth around Zhou Mi's cock, pulling back at the last moment so that Zhou Mi had come all over his face.
He was still warm from the exertion when he'd left the club, the city's curse weighing heavily on his shoulders yet again despite all the dignity he'd lost. Zhou Mi knew if he were given the choice of death or exile that he'd pick death, because there was no saving him now.
Bane had told them to take the city, but Gotham had taken everything he was.
Entry #2
SeeD Instructor
Final Fantasy 8
Donghae/Henry
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"How could you do that? Do you know how much trouble you'll be in now?" Henry grunted as his lover pulled at his clothing, popping buttons open and pulling at his undershirt desperately.
Donghae looked at Henry and frowned, "I don't care, Henry - I'm their best Instructor - they won't do anything to me but cut my pay for a bit." He tugged Henry's undershirt out of his pants and over his head, tossing it to the ground along with the jacket that he'd cursed at before.
"But H-Hae..." Henry gasped as Donghae grasped his cock, stroking it to full hardness. "W-Will you quit for just a minute - ungh!"
"No, because I am not going to deny our relationship any longer. You're not a Cadet anymore, you're a SeeD and fuck, I'm going to lose my mind if you don't stop writhing like that," Donghae groaned, trying to get his clothes off while still jerking Henry's cock.
"I-If you'd stop stroking me so good, I w-wouldn't be writhing," Henry panted, his fingers now pulling down Donghae's zipper and grabbing Donghae's cock out of his pants.
"Ugh, Henry..." Donghae moaned, bucking into the cool hand wrapped around his hard shaft. Donghae couldn't wait any longer - he needed his younger lover, badly.
Henry gasped as Donghae turned him around, shoving his pants the rest of the way down his hips, letting them pool at his ankles. He felt cool, saliva coated fingers stretching him before he finally felt Donghae's thick cock, slowly pushing into him, stretching him above and beyond any other time.
"D-Donghae," Henry whimpered, wiggling his hips when Donghae began thrusting in and out, their bodies moving to a silent beat.
They'd been dancing, simply dancing... Henry had just graduated Donghae's class and it was okay for them to be together now. But it wasn't okay to blatantly show their relationship in public, especially not when there were visiting SeeD from other Gardens. But Donghae had grown tired of women's company and so had proceeded to pull Henry to the center of the ballroom, dancing with him instead of the pretty brunette who'd been trying to get Donghae's attention for the last few months.
Henry groaned when Donghae's cock twitched within him, his lover's hands gripping his hips tight. "Donghae," He sighed, his fingers curling around the railing where he was pressed into. "Nn, have to hurry... Monster's might find us..."
"Nonsense," Donghae grunted, rolling his hips quite hard into Henry's, "Monsters known nothing about this secret place... Not any of the staff here do either. The monsters in the main training room will keep them occupied," He hummed, reaching around and grabbing Henry's cock again, pumping it in time with his speedy thrusts.
"Nn, ugh - Donghae!" Henry shouted, white flashing before his eyes as he came across the iron railing. He slumped against it, letting Donghae continue to pound into his sore hole. He let out a whimper when Donghae finally came a few moments later, his cum filling him to the brim and dripping down his thighs.
Donghae held him up and kissed his lips, stroking his cheek gently, "I love you Henry... I won't let them deny me of my relationship with you any longer..."
Henry bit his lips, but then smiled tiredly and nodded, "I love you too, Hae... I don't wanna hide anymore either."
"Good... we'll be okay. They won't strip me of Instructor, I'm too good for them to just get rid of and if they know what's good for them, they'll leave you alone..." Donghae whispered.
The two fixed their clothes and just sat in the secret place hidden within the training area, knowing full well that no one could find them - not yet anyway.
Entry #3
Crowded Rooms
Hyukjae/Donghae
Harry Potter-verse.
Warnings: Mentions of underage drinking.
Hyukjae excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Madam Hooch as she launched into a deep explanation on why the Transylvanian Tackle was the best Quidditch tactic ever invented. She had droned on about the topic for at least fifteen minutes, and while Hyukjae loved Quidditch - he was the captain of the Hufflepuff team after all - discussing tactics with a tipsy teacher (the punch was spiked) who also were the referee boarded to illegal in Hyukjae's mind. If it reached professor Snape, he'd be burying his own grave by next Tuesday.
The Christmas Ball was dying out, the clock had passed 02:30 am, and the Great Hall was nearly empty, save for Madam Hooch who was talking to a gargoyle, and Youngwoon, a rowdy seventh year from Hyukjae's house, trying to feel up a very flustered Jungsu, a seventh year from Ravenclaw, not to mention Head Boy. Hyukjae arched an eyebrow as he passed them, wondering just how much trouble Youngwoon would be in the following day.
Not that Hyukjae cared. He would, though, if Youngwoon's behavior caused professor Snape to give him detention for “indecent behavior” and ban him from all after school activities. Youngwoon was, after all, keeper on Hyukjae's team.
Hyukjae stepped out of the Great Hall and sought out the closest bathroom, only to find that the line was never ending. Apparently, someone named Jongwoon had been tricked into eating a Puking Pastille and had started projectile vomiting while making out with his boyfriend, poor boy had been knocked out cold.
The next bathrooms Hyukjae tried were also full, horny males filling the male part, while crying females were filling the other one (yes, he had tried the female toilets as well). Luckily for Hyukjae, there was one bathroom he knew was empty, or close to empty anyways; the prefect bathrooms. Hyukjae wasn't a prefect, but being a captain gave him certain privileges.
“Water chestnuts,” Hyukjae told the statue of Boris the Bewildered, watching lazily as the statue nodded, allowing him to walk through the door on his left. Hyukjae sighed in relief when he discovered that the bathroom was empty, no sign of any student, or Moaning Myrtle. Quickly he finished his business, pulling up his pants when the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by uneven steps. Curiously, Hyukjae walked out of the booth, peeking into the room with the pool. Hyukjae sighed, lips curling into a tiny smile.
“Hyukjae-ah!” It was Donghae (sixth year, like Hyukjae, Gryffindor) wearing less clothes now than he had been when Hyukjae last saw him, a couple of hours ago, not that Hyukjae minded. Dressed only in a white shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and a pair of black pants, Donghae reminded Hyukjae more of a muggle than a wizard. Of course, if it hadn't been for Donghae's wand in his hand, spewing out light and the Marauder's Map in the other. Donghae grinned widely at him.
“Hey,” Hyukjae greeted, eyes drinking in the patch of skin and collarbones presented to him through the few unbuttoned buttons in Donghae's shirt. A sharp scent filled Hyukjae's nostrils.
“You're drunk,”
“I'm horny,” Donghae countered, pouting. Yes. Donghae was definitely drunk, Hyukjae thought, watching bemusedly as Donghae bit his bottom lip, looking at Hyukjae with dark eyes, trying, and failing to seduce him.
“You look like a little puppy,” Hyukjae snickered, flicking Donghae's forehead with his fingers.
Donghae's wand and the Marauder's Map hit the marbled floor with a clang as Donghae pounced on Hyukjae, surprising him. Hyukjae hit the wall with a thud, head knocking against the hard, tiled wall. Hyukjae growled low in his throat, but bit the anger back as he discovered Donghae on his knees, hands expertly working on the buttons and zipper of his pants.
Hyukjae wasn't even hard, not that Donghae seemed to mind, if the way he sucked at his soft cock was any indication. He felt himself grow rapidly hard in Donghae's wet mouth, moan echoing in the room when Donghae's tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock, dipping into the slit, slurping up the precome that was trickling out. Hyukjae fisted Donghae's soft, brown hair in one of his hands, forcing Donghae to look at him.
“Do a good job and I'll fuck you,”
Donghae beamed up at him, mouth stretched wide, nodding as he grabbed Hyukjae's hips, quickening the pace.
Entry #4
title: tonight i'm fucking you
fandom: queer as folk
pairing: kibum/donghae
The music is loud, a fast beat to match with the way everyone is moving, hard bodies of men brushing against Kibum as he dances. The guy in front of Kibum is tall, shirtless, a good fuck for the night, but Kibum's been to the back of the club, had his cock sucked by a better looking man. He's done for the night, especially because he knows Sungmin's waiting outside to drive Kibum home.
"I have to go," Kibum tells the man in front of him, his tongue brushing against the man's earlobe.
He can feel hands on his hips, fingers dipping past the waistband of his jeans. Kibum smirks, pulls away and heads for the door. He can feel eyes on him even when he's outside tripping his way over to Sungmin.
"Are you done yet?" Sungmin asks.
Zhou Mi is standing next to Sungmin, long legs wrapped in leather and Kibum would be lying if he said he'd never entertained the thought of fucking Zhou Mi.
"Can we go home," Sungmin asks leaning into Zhou Mi. "I have work tomorrow."
"Sure, whatever," Kibum shrugs digging out a cigarette from his pocket.
He's lighting it when he sees the guy across the street. The kid's about ten years younger than Kibum, messy brown hair on his head to go with his big brown eyes. He looks over as if he can feel Kibum staring and then he's smiling; a smile on his face that's trying to be seductive but comes off as too friendly. He's young, tight jeans emphasizing the muscles on his legs. Kibum wants to bend him over the back of his car and fuck him until that innocence is gone from the kid's eyes.
"Kibum," Sungmin says again. "Let's go."
"Yeah," Kibum nods, but he's got his eyes on the kid. They never break eye contact as the kid makes his way across the street, eyes raking over Kibum's body. The cigarette smoke in Kibum's mouth feels heavy, like come on his tongue. The kid's eyes make it feel like that.
Kibum moves, steps easy, until he's right in the kid's space, his hands on the belt loops of the kid's jeans.
"Hey," Kibum says, mouth right there. "What's your name?"
"Donghae. Yours?"
Donghae has a nice smile, a nicer body from what Kibum's hands feel.
"Hi Donghae," Kibum whispers pressing close. "I'm Kibum. Want to come to my place?"
"You must be fucking kidding me," Sungmin calls from somewhere over Kibum's shoulder.
Donghae grins, moves closer. There's confidence in the arms that wrap around Kibum's neck, fingers sliding into Kibum's hair.
"You're hot," Donghae says.
"Thanks," Kibum grins. "I know."
He turns to Sungmin who's rolling his eyes at Kibum and Donghae. Kibum grins, one arm around Donghae. "Drive me home?"
Sungmin says something, but by then Kibum's got his tongue in Donghae's mouth and he's done paying attention. Zhou Mi gets into his own car and Kibum waves before he gets into the backseat of his Lexus. Donghae gets in the back with him and Kibum's on him in a second. He kisses Donghae hard, his hands digging into Donghae's hair.
"You must be fucking kidding me," Sungmin complains.
Donghae grins, his eyes dark as they rake over Kibum's face. His hands work open Kibum's pants, fast and efficient.
Donghae has nice eyes, Kibum thinks. Good to look at when fucking.
"Suck," Kibum says, eyes never moving as he stares Donghae down.
Donghae grins easy, sexy. He works Kibum's cock like a pro, might have chocked on it a bit, but he makes up for it with the way his tongue moves. Kibum lays there, his arms spread across the backseats, his head thrown back. He's fucked all kinds of men; big men, men with small cocks and nice asses. He's gotten sucked off by men better than Donghae, but there's something about the way Donghae sucks Kibum's cock, as though this is all he wants. Not eager, but content, in a simple way.
All of it makes Kibum harder.
"Hey," he rasps out dragging Donghae up by his hair. "I'm going to take you home and fuck you."
Donghae grins. "Yeah?"
Kibum nods, "yeah."
Entry #5
Some Kind of Warped Reality
Donghae/Hyukjae
Sailor Moon crossover
A/N: I have no idea what this is. I clearly have a problem if this was the first fandom that came to me.
The first time it happened, Hyukjae was sure it was a dream, so he pushed it out of his mind and didn’t speak a word of it. While the thought of Donghae in a mini skirt was oddly appealing, he was sure he would die if he ever revealed that to the other man.
So the fact that he’s now standing in something that could only be described as a scandalous woman’s costume is more than a little startling. A white leotard with a navy skirt and bow isn’t exactly his definition of style.
“Hyukkie, don’t just stand there,” Donghae’s voice startles him out of how impractical white gloves and tiaras are, and has him whipping around to look for the source. If he wasn’t sure he was dreaming before, he has no reason to doubt it now. Donghae looks better than he remembers in his white and teal ensemble, but that probably has to do with the fact that he can see the majority of Donghae’s ass when he bends over to fix the strap of his high heel. “Minnie called and there’s a monster terrorizing the city! We need to go help him!”
Hyukjae can only seem to stare at the silly ponytail flopping around on the top of the other man’s head.
“You can see my tiara better!” Donghae exclaims as if reading his mind. “And look how it spins!” Hyukjae is sure that Donghae will lose his balance, but he manages to twirl rather gracefully right into his personal space.
“What- Why are we dressed like this? Did I lose some sort of bet that I don’t remember?” Hyukjae has no idea why Donghae is giggling and pulling him towards the closest shopping district, but he figures staying together staying together will benefit him most.
“As Sailor Uranus and Neptune we have a duty to protect the princess and the earth. I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t know; we’ve been doing this for years.” Donghae stops and shifts his weight to one leg while his hands come to rest on his hips. Hyukjae nearly jumps him right there in the middle of the street.
Maybe he has a problem.
Somehow, he manages to shake himself out of his Donghae’s legs induced stupor and looks up at the other man. “Did you… Shave your legs?”
“Nope. Waxed ‘em.”
This time, he can’t resist, and manages to pull Donghae into some bushes along the side of the building closest to them. Donghae looks utterly startled, and his ponytail is askew, but Hyukjae has never found him sexier. If it’s a dream, it’s a damned good one.
“Hyukkie, what are you doing? We don’t have time for this!” Donghae starts to squirm and attempts to get up, but finds himself pinned to the ground with Hyukjae’s hands on his hips.
“Baby, we have all the time in the world when you look this good.” Hyukjae purrs, disregarding how rehearsed that line sounded. “No man could make that skirt look the way you do.
Donghae can only blush as Hyukjae’s hands slide over his thighs and under his skirt. They might be in public, but any shame leaves him when Hyukjae brushes his hand over his crotch and starts to pull his leotard aside. This is much kinkier than anything they’ve ever done, and a shiver runs up Donghae’s spine.
Hyukjae’s fingers are slick as they push into him and Donghae has to cover his mouth so he won’t raise any suspicion from the people milling about. But even his hand can’t muffle the sound he makes when Hyukjae thrusts into him with one swift motion, and Hyukjae leans in to silence him with a hungry kiss.
It’s gritty and dirty, and Donghae is sure he’s got grass stains all over his back, but it’s still somehow perfect. Hyukjae has always known just how to make him come undone, and Donghae sinks his teeth into Hyukjae’s neck as he comes all over his pretty little mini skirt.
Sungmin in pigtails and Kyuhyun in a top hat has Hyukjae barking with laughter.
“Damn it Hyukjae! How many times are you going to fuck him instead of helping us?” Sungmin shrieks, obviously noticing Donghae’s limp and the suspicious stains on both of their outfits.
Kyuhyun laughs like the smug bastard he is, and barely avoids the heart shaped wand thrown at him.
At least Hyukjae was spared the horror of seeing Kyuhyun in a mini skirt.