Challenge 4 Voting - Group B
Entry #6
Misfits AU. Kyuhyun/Yesung. R.
"God," moaned Sungmin. "God, I'm dead - guys, I'm dead - "
"Shut up, Sungmin, you can deal with it!" shouted Ryeowook. "We're trying to kill Heechul first!"
"OPEN UP!" A deep voice growled from the other side of the door and nearly blasted the glass apart. Kyuhyun screamed.
"Quick, why don't you guys do something?" he yelled.
"They can't because we have lame powers," said Sungmin, moaning from the ground. Parts of his brain were leaking out. "What's the use of being immortal? And people get horny when they touch you? I get horny from just looking at you."
Kyuhyun shot him a dirty look.
"The only useful powers are those two's," said Sungmin, gesturing feebly to Siwon and Jongwoon. Siwon was holding a fire extinguisher before the doorway, while Jongwoon was backed up - like he didn't know if he could be useful or not. "But Siwon has to get emotional before he can use his. And we all know that Jongwoon's too much of a pussy to do anything."
"I'm not a pussy!" Jongwoon protested with as much dignity as he could - but then their probation worker pounded on the door again and they all jumped and turned back to their task at hand.
Kyuhyun got beside Jongwoon and Siwon, a chair in his hand. Even if they couldn't kill their crazed probation worker, he'd die trying.
*
"That went better than it could've."
They were walking back home, an hour later. Sungmin was staying at Ryeowook's house - ever since he'd gotten kicked out by his mom, Ryeowook had offered him a space in his apartment. And Siwon's house was in the opposite direction, so it was only Kyuhyun and Jongwoon.
Jongwoon looked at Kyuhyun nervously. "Yeah," he said, not quite meeting his eyes and turning back away.
"We could've died." Kyuhyun nonchalantly lit a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. "Although, I guess, if you were alone, you could probably get away. Being able to turn invisible and all."
"Uh," said Jongwoon, staring at the ground. He was standing a considerable ways off, and Kyuhyun put an arm around his shoulder. His sleeve was warm against Jongwoon's neck. Jongwoon's head jolted up.
"Don't worry, our clothes are separating us. I'll make sure we don't touch," said Kyuhyun with a grin. "It wouldn't be good if I got you horny all of a sudden. You wouldn't want to get it up for me, would you?"
"Uh," Jongwoon said again. Looking Kyuhyun up and down.
Kyuhyun released him and sighed. Even if Jongwoon wanted to, there was nothing Kyuhyun could do about it.
*
Occasionally Kyuhyun wondered if it was possible for him to get horny for himself.
He knew, of course, that it was impossible. He jerked off every day - well, he touched himself every day, too.
He wished he could fall in love.
He remembered the look in Jongwoon's eyes this afternoon. All big and wide and a little bit shocked, that Kyuhyun was talking to him. Kyuhyun smiled. Jongwoon was like that - Kyuhyun thought that there was something mysterious about him, even if Sungmin always teased Jongwoon for being a bit weird. Kyuhyun liked it though, that Jongwoon kept to himself. It made him sexier.
He tugged his cock out of his pants - masturbating was difficult with his ASBO outfit on, and he didn't know how Sungmin managed to do it every day, especially with one hand busy with the magazines of naked girls. Then again, Sungmin would probably masturbate every waking moment if he could. Kyuhyun sometimes wondered if Ryeowook made him pay with sexual favors.
No - no, don't think about that, he was thinking about Jongwoon. Jongwoon wasn't like the naked girls Sungmin liked to look at; he was always just so hard to read. Kyuhyun wondered what Jongwoon was like under his orange ASBO jumpsuit - he wondered what Jongwoon would be like, in bed.
He arched his back, imagining it. Imagining Jongwoon's hard cock, thrusting into him. Jongwoon whispering sweet things in his ear, Kyuhyun gasping along his skin. Jongwoon would take him slow, would make sure he loved every minute of it - and Kyuhyun would, every fucking second. He tugged on his cock with one hand, felt around his backside with the other, imagining it was Jongwoon. Imagining everything was Jongwoon. He couldn't - Kyuhyun could get anyone, he knew, even without his power.
But, in this moment, he wanted Jongwoon.
He came and buried his face a little, in his pillow. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.
He burned to touch Jongwoon. To kiss him, someone, anyone, so badly.
But he knew it couldn't happen.
Entry #7
Title: I Choose You!
Pairing: Henhae
Fandom: Pokemon - Characters are in the Pokemon world as trainers
A/N: If you read this, I'm sorry
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It was a hassle, rushing into the bedroom, making sure the door was locked and the blinds were closed, but it was worth it once Henry and Donghae were on the bed, kissing and touching, groping and pulling clothes off. It had been a long time since they were like this, at home and alone where no one would interrupt them, and it felt better than either of them remembered.
After they were shirtless and Henry was on top of Donghae, Henry's hands found their way into Donghae's pants with ease and Donghae grinned as he wiggled out of them.
“Wow,” Donghae commented, “I don't even know if I remember how to do this.”
“Don't remember how to do what?” Henry questioned with a tilt of his head, sitting up and slowly taking his pants off in front of Donghae's eyes.
Donghae stared and bit his lip. When Henry's pants were removed and they were both naked, he sat up and reached out to grab Henry's hips, pulling him forward until Henry was on top of him again.
“How to control myself around you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against Henry's cheek.
Henry smiled and settled his legs between Donghae's, the warmth and softness of their bodies touching already giving them both hints of pleasure. The gentle touches and caresses were enjoyable teases, reminding them that they could take their time and enjoy this.
“I've missed you so much,” Henry whispered, his breathing slightly heavy from desperation. He ground his hips down, rubbing hard, clothed erections together and making Donghae moan. The heat between them increased and Donghae reached to grab Henry's ass, grinding up against him.
“Talk dirty to me,” Donghae begged, “I miss that.”
“What do you want me to say?” Henry murmured lowly against Donghae's cheek. “You want me to tell you how hard I am for you? You want me to tell you how bad I wanna make you Squirtle?”
Donghae shoved Henry away with a gasp.
“Why would you say that ever?!”
“S-say what?” Henry asked, confused. “I wanna make you Squirtle?”
A pillow was then launched at Henry's face.
“You know my Squirtle is my favorite Pokemon!” Donghae yelled. “Why would you use that sick slang on me?!”
“Oh, shit,” Henry cursed. “I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking! Everyone is saying it these days, I thought you might like it!”
“Well you thought wrong!” Donghae said angrily, quickly putting his clothes back on and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
Henry had just ruined the only alone time they'd had alone in a long while; he knew he couldn't just let Donghae go like that. After putting his clothes on as well, Henry decided it had been enough time for Donghae to cool down. He walked out of the room and searched the house, looking for Donghae. He eventually found Donghae outside in the yard, sniffling as his Squirtle stared up at him in confusion. Henry made his way over and sat across from them.
“I'm really sorry,” he said quietly, causing Squirtle to glance back and forth between them. “You know I wouldn't say something like that if I thought it might hurt you.”
Sensing that Henry was the one who made Donghae cry, Squirtle sprayed a blast of water in Henry's face, knocking him down.
“Ow!” Henry sputtered, wiping the water from his eyes. “Okay! I deserved that... but can we just... get back to what we were doing? Please?”
Donghae thought about it as he returned his Squirtle to its pokeball.
“Sure,” he said, “but I don't have a boner anymore... so you might have to take a shower first so I can Pikachu.”
“What the fuck did you just say about my Pikachu?!”
Entry #8
Love Is The Game We Play
Siwon/Sungmin
Chuck/Blair from Gossip Girl.
Sungmin fiddled with his phone as he counted down the last minute in his head. He always hated this part, the waiting. It was boring and left his brain unoccupied. And when his mind wandered, it went to places so dark, even he won’t have been able to find his way out.
But he guessed that was what made him so perfect for him.
Gulping down the last of his scotch, he stood up and slowly made his way to the back of the bar, to a little corridor tucked between the store room, the manager’s office and the kitchen, secluded from prying eyes, unless one knew what to look for.
And Sungmin already knew what he was looking for.
Pausing at the doorway, he took a moment to rake his eyes over the couple who were standing intimately, faces so close that they were already breathing in the same air.
A man leaning casually against the wall, eyes peering underneath long dark lashes at the elegant woman who had her arms draped lightly over his shoulders, her breasts pressing neatly into his chest. His full lips stretching slightly at the ends, giving away the slight amusement he felt as the woman’s lips grazed his cheeks before sweeping to his ear, whispering something probably inappropriate.
Sungmin watched as the man replied, too soft and faraway for him to hear, before his eyes flicked over and caught sight of Sungmin standing there observing the scene. His head tilted up slightly, as if daring to come closer and crash his little party.
Oh crash it he shall.
Sungmin drew himself in before marching over to the couple.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Sungmin. Wait. I can expla-“
That was when the woman interrupted. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend. Let alone a boyfriend.”
The man glared at her. “Yes you did. I just told you,” Turning around, body subtly nudging the woman out of the way, he turned to Sungmin with pleading eyes, “She did.”
The woman scoffed delicately, staring in disbelief at the man.
That was when Sungmin decided to let it all out. “I’m ashamed at you Tiffany Hwang. How can you do that? Pick up someone in a relationship?! Have you no pride? No self-respect?!”
“But I didn’t know. He’s Choi Siwon. And Choi Siwon doesn’t settle down for anyone.”
“You may have a Abercombie campaign and the access to the most popular fashion brands before anyone on the Upper East Side. But that doesn’t give you the right to steal someone else’s man! Now take your stupid bleached hair and your poorless skin and GET OUT!”
The woman merely rolled her eyes before brushing herself and walking away. “You’re crazy.”
The two men stared at each other intently, before Siwon broke into a smirk.
“Hey.”
Sungmin smiled. “Hi,” before leaning in to kiss him, hand already reaching up to pull Siwon’s face in closer.
It was a game they started to play when the honeymoon phase of their relationship was over. They mutually decided that they wanted to keep things interesting and had not wanted to settle down like any other boring couple. That was when Siwon came up with the idea. He got to play the lying cheating bastard, while Sungmin got to pick his victims and shred them down in humiliation.
Most of the time, Sungmin had a lot of fun with it. The women and men presented to him on a silver platter of destruction and humiliation were endless and did wonderful things to his self-esteem when he tore them down.
So what if the sex afterwards was rough and frantic? So what if he had gripped Siwon so tightly, bitten down so hard that the bruises wouldn’t fade away for days? Or that he would be begging Siwon to fuck him harder when Siwon had nearly bended him into half? Or let Siwon abused his throat with his cock while driving him crazy with whatever that his sex-addled mind came up with? So what if Sungmin turned into a nympho and played out Siwon’s dirtiest fantasies?
The great Choi Siwon, who had settled for no one, told Sungmin that he loved him back.
If Sungmin wanted to mark his claim over the man, he had every damn right to do so.
And if he shamelessly begged Siwon to never leave him, well, he could always blame it on the post-sex haze.
Siwon was his, and he told Sungmin he loved him. Nothing and no one will ever change that fact.
Even if he had to lose himself in the process for it.
Entry #9
Kyuhyun/Donghae
Kaname/Zero from vampire Knight
“Cho Kyuhyun!”
A shot rang out in the darkness, deafening in the evening’s silence. The name called, a young man reading a book turned to the origin of the voice calmly waiting for the other to appear. He already knew this was going to happen though he didn’t expect it to be so soon perhaps he had overestimated the ex-human, it only had been two nights since he last fed.
And soon enough the other man appeared before him clutching his arms in obvious pain and his eyes glowing red from the bloodlust as looked at the pureblood with his eyes screaming hatred and desperation. Kyuhyun would’ve chuckled at the way he looked, knowing how well the other hated the situation. In fact both of them hated it, but right now this was the only path they could take. He stared at the ginger haired man “Donghae”
Donghae glared at him, how he hated this. he hated having to run to the vampire for blood because his body rejects the pills. He hated having to surrender himself to the other’s bidding, hated being under control, but he knew it was the only way to make Sungmin happy. She was the only one he had now, and if meant having to put up with the thing he hated the most then he would have to bear with it. “Fuck you Cho” he gritted out, doubling over in pain at the smell of the vampire. Ugh, how he loathed how his body reacted whenever he was near. Being bound by the contract of blood was such a fucking burden.
Kyuhyun merely smirked, Lee Donghae was definitely different from any of the other ex-human he had encountered. He was feisty, a rebel, and he was just that…interesting. “Manners Donghae, is that how you treat your master?” he said, walking towards the man. this was going to be another fun night.
“You are not my master” Donghae spat angrily. He belonged to no one.
“It’s my blood keeping you alive right now Donghae” he pointed out angrily, he wasn’t sure why he was even explaining this. the other already know about this anyway, but Kyuhyun wanted him to know that he now belonged to HIM, and him only. “Or of course you prefer that man who turned you then, Hyukjae…don’t you?” he taunted.
“Shut up! Fuck you and just feed me damn it!!” the ex human growled angrily then flinched at the anger that was now visible from the pureblood’s eyes.
“Are you ordering me around Lee Donghae? You have forgotten who you are talking to yet again” Kyuhyun’s voice was low and his aura was spreading throughout the room, suffocating Donghae with it’s power. The pureblood walked towards him, Donghae cursed as fear crept up his veins at the sight of an angry Kyuhyun.
The taller vampire cupped his chin, making him wince in pain at the way the other was holding him. his first instinct was to fight back or shoot him, but he was bound to Kyuhyun in blood, he was powerless against him now. he cursed “What the fuck are you doing Kyuhyun!”
The vampire stared at him “Finishing up the other end of the contract” he said and before Donghae could figure out that he meant drinking his blood and sealing up the bond, he gasped when he felt two sharp fangs sinking into his neck. He screamed.
It hurt. The first time Donghae felt like this was when he was turned into a vampire, ten years ago. Now he was back in this nightmare of being bitten and killed by another vampire, he just wanted it to end. At least there was a consolation that he knew Kyuhyun would take care of Sungmin for him when was gone. he felt himself falling, out of strength. He hadn’t fed for two days so the pureblood could actually kill him so easily. This was partly his fault too, perhaps the trust he had actually put into Kyuhyun was the reason for his downfall.
“Donghae…” He blinked, what? The pureblood was calling him? But how. “Hey, open your eyes”
It took a lot out of the strength he had left but Donghae managed to follow the orders and looked up at Kyuhyun, who was staring at him…were those relief in his eyes? “What…the hell? What did you do Cho?”
“Binded you to me” was the answer.
“What the hell why did you do that!?” he yelled in confusion and anger. Being binded to a pureblood meant he was literally Kyuhyun’s possession now, and he never agreed to anything like that. “Fuck you!” he made to punch him but Kyuhyun caught his fist.
“Easy Donghae, you still need my blood”
“I’m not hungry anymore~” the other spat, standing up to make as much space between him and the blood sucker. He yelped when he was suddenly yanked back, Kyuhyun’s hand on his hair.
“Well I’m still hungry Donghae, not anymore for your blood though…” he smirked, staring at the ex human’s eyes. “Now I’m hungry for you” he crashed their lips together. Vampires were always one of those creatures living on blood, but they did not live on blood alone.
Lust always did play a vital element.
Entry #10
Title: a battle unseen
Pairing(s): Heechul/Han Geng
Fandom: Animorphs (read all the books, bitches!)
Length: 755 words (fuck yeah!)
Genre(s): sci-fi, romance
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Han Geng sometimes wished that his life was normal, that he had a normal family, went to a normal school, hung out with normal friends, and dealt with normal problems. Sometimes he wished that the Ellimist had never presented him with the blue cube that gave him the power to morph into any animal he touched. Sometimes he wished that he was not one of the two people on the Eastern front actively fighting against the Yeerk invasion. Sometimes he wished that he never knew about extraterrestrials like the gentle Hork-Bajir or hunger-driven Taxxons or intelligent Andalites. Sometimes, he wished that he was still human, not a wolf nothlit.
These were rare occasions, though.
If he was not a wolf, he would still be living with his violent alcoholic father. If he was not morph-capable, he would easily have been subjected to slavery by the Yeerks. Most importantly, if he was not fighting for freedom, he would have never met Heechul.
Beautiful, dangerous Heechul, the reason why Han Geng never regretted choosing a life of war.
Even as a human, Heechul was strong. Faced with danger, he showed no fear, no hesitation. He lived by Nike’s 'just do it!' approach, a tornado of bravery and ferociousness.
In their old lives, they attended the same high school. Han Geng was the foreigner, the loser who got beat up and shoved into lockers. Heechul was part of the popular group, the guy that all the girls wanted and all the boys questioned their sexualities for. In another lifetime, they probably would have never met, would have never fallen in love.
The thought made Han Geng sick with dread. He would never exchange Heechul’s love for anything. There was nothing like the exhilaration of riding the thermals high above the ground as a bald eagle; the joy of surging from the water as a dolphin; the excitement of running through the forest at the speed of a wolf. But nothing-nothing!-could compare to doing all that and more with the love of his life.
Han Geng had lost count how many times he found himself wanting to kiss the ground knowing that a smart strong-willed guy named Heechul loved him. Every kiss made his heart flutter, every touch made his skin tingle, every laugh made his face redden. They acquired animal DNA together, intimately experienced the inner workings of every creature they morphed, laughed whenever the animal instincts got the better of them. The night they first made love was the night Han Geng first experienced perfection. In that moment, his alcoholic father and the school bullies did not matter, all of his burdens were stripped away. In that moment, his life was perfect.
However, with happiness comes pain, and with power comes responsibility. Their ability to morph was their ultimate weapon against the extraterrestrial threat, and together they fought numerous battles, saw each other get slashed into bloody messes by Yeerk-controlled troops, forced themselves to keep fighting, keep breathing, keep going. Every battle was a close call, every combat was a step away from death, every pulse was one heartbeat from stopping.
One fateful attack on a Yeerk pool left Han Geng unable to revert from his wolf form within the two-hour limit, leaving him a nothlit, trapped in his own morph. He had never figured out if this incident was intentional or accidental-perhaps he had gotten addicted to the resilience the life as a wolf offered, with its keen sense of smell and acute hearing, its nimble gait and powerful spring.
The Ellimist gave him one last chance, restoring his morphing ability and allowing him to morph into a human with the wolf being his main form. Han Geng lived in the forest from then on, satisfied with his life that consisted of prowling the forest, hunting for food, and protecting his territory. It was simple, primeval.
It often upset Heechul how comfortable Han Geng was as a wolf. “Sometimes I want to do normal things,” he would say, weary. “I want to go to the movies with you without worrying about some fucking two-hour limit!”
“We’re in a war. If I’m human, I can’t fight.”
“I don’t want you to fight!” Heechul would scream before bursting into tears. “I want you safe!”
“We’ll never be safe until the Yeerks are defeated.”
If they survived and if Heechul still loved him when the war ended, Han Geng wouldn’t hesitate. He would morph to human and stay that way.
Until then, he would keep fighting.
[end]