One Fanfic + a whole lot of original things.
This is, like, WAY overdue... I scribbled these out last month, and then got caught up in doing so many other things (with bouts of laziness in between) that I only ended up encoding them now. @_@
The dates to the left of every title beneath the LJ cuts correspond to the 31_days theme that the piece was written to. Also, you'll notice that some of the entries have been labelled as cross-linked... this is because I'm going to try my hand at faithfully following the LJ drabble communities from here on. @_@
January 26 [2006]: Bloodsport. Cavaleiro monge.
The title means ‘Monastic knight’, and the person who came up with the theme for that month took it from Fernando Pessoa’s “Cabalo de Sombra, Cavaleiro Monge”.
Takes place after 'Coffee Liquor and a kick in the pants'.
It started with the Book-a-Day routine. Raiker would come to the office and find a book and a single purple hyacinth, the flower for apologies. The book would always be hardbound and rare, be it because of the author, the edition, or its age. Tracing a finger down its spine would show him who had given it to him - an intentional psychic fingerprint from one of the only men who knew about his psychometric abilities.
Then there were the small and very heterosexual acts of old-fashioned gallantry: the repentant one would open doors for him, fix coffee for him, carry his belongings for him, pick up the laundry for him and even handle Kid for him whenever he had something important to do or even when he simply wanted time for himself. The repentant one never stayed around him long enough to hear his gratitude, and yet always seemed to pop up just when he needed it.
He briefly considered ignoring the efforts. He was a good man but he was not a saint, so even after all those years he felt the need to have his small stake at revenge just because he was in the position to bask in it. Pure intentions, a guilty conscience, some conversations with Rethe and Cordelia over tea and the remembrance of Thomas’ parting words to him made him change his mind. So it was that he found himself making that journey over to the repentant one’s desk in the main office with two tickets in his hand.
“Busy?”
“Er? Oh! Uh! Hi!”
Dustin Wednesday immediately scrambled to shove whatever he was doing aside and look as casual as he possibly could and not at all embarrassed at being caught by surprise. He sprang to his feet, ready to pull up a chair for Raiker. The Branch Mage smiled and waved it off.
“I’ll only be here for a second.” Raiker extended one of the tickets. “I know you’re not really into musicals but something came up and Thomas can’t go with me anymore.” A white lie, but the mating game was built on those.
“‘La Cage aux folles’?”
“Mm. Gay couple, gay bar. Gay couple needs to play it straight so that their straight son can get married. It’s an old take from some years back, but one of my favorite directors has decided to remake it.”
“Sounds interesting.” And it sounded like he really meant it.
“I should hope so. Then it’s 8 PM on Friday?”
“Mm. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Thank you. See you then.”
“See you.”
Kid, who had been listening in from an undetectable distance, discreetly moved off to inform Aidan that Her Two Fathers Would Be Unable to Make It to Patrol Tomorrow Evening. Aidan scoffed and marked the clipboard with the words: ‘UNAVAILABLE. LOVER THINGS’ beside their names.
July 23 [2006]: Bloodsport. Wait for other bedtime treats.
An ode to their first time that isn’t quite a first time. :D
His heart had been thumping straight up to his throat and his thoughts had been all over the place, yet the moment Abel kissed him full on the lips his mind went blank and it all just felt right somehow. Still, the feeling was new. The heat was new. New things scared him more than he ever wanted to admit to anybody.
“Nn… A-Abel-san…”
“What is it?”
The question was a whisper just over his lips; Abel had stopped kissing him but he was still so very close, close enough to make Ensui go weak below the waist save in that one, uncomfortably hard and hot spot between his legs.
“I… I’ve n-never done s-something like this.”
“I figured.” Abel’s smile made him dizzy. “Don’t worry. I’ll do this slowly.”
The other boy’s hand was between them before Ensui even realized it, undoing the buttons of his pants and then slipping under corduroy and cotton. The boy yelped at the contact, but it quickly dissolved into a whimper when Abel’s hand enclosed him and started stroking. Abel swallowed this with another kiss, and then gently eased him down, unto the bed. His hand never stopped moving.
Had he possessed the wits and the sense to, Ensui might have complained about the fact that throughout their play (or more like, throughout Abel’s toying with him), Abel didn’t remove a single article of clothing while Ensui, at the end of it, found himself very, very naked. As it was, however, his mind was too far gone into the sensations, the fact that everything had felt so good that it had hurt.
For a boy who had never touched himself in his life, being stroked off for the first time was quite literally explosive - he had cum fast, fast enough to embarrass himself, but Abel had paid it no mind. What really embarrassed Ensui, however, was the fact that he wasn’t able to contain his tears. They prevented Abel from going any further than kissing and touching, out of concern for his welfare.
“M’really okay,” the Water Adept mumbled, as he lay cocooned in the blankets following their session. “Really.”
Abel only chuckled and reached out to brush the hair away from Ensui’s face. The older boy’s touch was suddenly enough to make him blush.
“We’ll do the rest next time, when you’re more ready for it.”
When Ensui recounted all of this to Akiyo the next evening, his beloved older brother gave him a spot lecture on how ukes with pride always had to be ready no matter what. It took all of his strength and every ounce of cute in him to keep Akiyo from calling Abel about ‘a rematch.’
November 29 [2006]: Bloodsport. The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking.
First installment for Jack and Cian.
Cian was not a creature of the moment - it was Hoshi and all that had never happened between them that forced him to learn how to be resilient. When Hoshi rejected him, he had dealt with it. When Seia, on Hoshi’s orders, removed Cian from active service and assigned him to the secretariat instead, he rolled up his sleeves and applied himself to being the best secretary, liaison officer, cook and housekeeper he could possibly be. When any member of the Clan failed, in any way, to do something, he did it for them, and more besides. Resilience, however, did not always equate to contentment, and as it was the bitterness left a taste in his mouth, weariness in his shoulders, and hardness in his voice and eyes.
He told himself he was ready to accept the possibility that the man he loved more than life and death and everything between could end up with someone else. He told himself that he could not be the one because there were better people, more worthy people, who could be with Hoshi and change the man for the best. Still, no amount of knowledge, acceptance and rationalization prepared him for the first time he had seen Hoshi in the company of Akiyo, that boy with the slanted eyes and ink black hair that ate off his leader’s heart. Hoshi smiled for him in a way that made Cian ache inside.
Cian made it a point to never be around when Akiyo was. Not seeing the boy made it much easier for him to pretend that he was perfectly fine.
July 6 [2006]: Citrus Avenue. You will succumb to me.
YAY FOR CATHOLIC SCHOOL BOY PORN!
Yue Rukia, in a valiant attempt to assert himself, verbalized his small issues regarding sex, sexual positions and the varying degrees of molestation that he could or could not endure to his seme. Surely Mafuyu loved him. Surely Mafuyu would be reasonable.
While the boy was correct on the count that Mafuyu loved him, he had miscalculated on the count that Mafuyu also loved to fuck him a great many different ways and would have him just the way he wanted him, whenever the mood struck him. He also resolved to make Yue come to like it in seven days. Yue’s immediate protest brought about Mafuyu’s immediate response.
Day One involved Yue flat on his back, legs spread wide and wrists bound together with one of Mafuyu’s neckties as the older student gave him a blowjob. Day Two involved Yue flat on his stomach and ass up in the air, arms fastened behind his back, ankles fastened to either end of a very long pole, mouth pulled into a large ‘O’ by a ball gag. The latter did more good than evil, because Mafuyu spent hours of that day sometimes teasing but mostly fucking him with toys of varying degrees and sizes and functions.
Days Three to Six were surprise kidnap plus fuck sessions in the shower, the classroom, the car and the archery range. Day Seven was a landmark - Mafuyu introduced Yue to the glory of aphrodisiacs.
Mafuyu resolved, on the eighth day, that he would do nothing and say nothing. In the evening, when Yue came to him and knelt down before him with tears in his eyes and the word “Please” on his lips, Mafuyu smiled and obliged him. Things had gone exactly as he had planned.
November 26 [2005]: Final Fantasy X. She will remember his heart.
Set after the game. Yes, I am ignoring Final Fantasy X-2.
Yuna often recalled one time in Luca, when they had been passing through on return business involving blitzball and a particularly strong ‘weapon’ for Wakka. She had separated from the party to walk along the docks, absorb the sea air, remember things and simply be. Kimahri had shadowed her for a time, but after that she was alone, on her haunches, watching the water.
He had come at that point, first a reflection in the waves behind her and then a gentle hand on her shoulder. He helped her up and they walked the rest of the way together, him with his arms folded behind his head and filling the air with his talk of significant little nothings and her with her hands folded behind her back, counting her steps, absorbing his presence, his every word.
As it was, she still went to the dock at Luca to squat by the water and see the lack of his reflection there by hers. She still remembered the warmth of his palm.
And here's the latest that I've done for Citrus Avenue: #2041 in a Nutshell.
February 21 [2006]: Yasamu & Savois. A thousand li.
They came together whenever they had the chance because they were rarely ever with each other - the closest they ever got to each other on a regular basis was that small distance between his chair and hers at the board meeting between the headmaster and the different directors. To the general public she was the daughter of the family that had owned the school before the Shinta, and he was the son of the man who had taken Isherwood away from the Montessis. Their animosity had been legendary in their college days. Less knowledgeable folk still believed it existed.
He always made love to her as though it might be their last night on Earth. She always held on to him with every fiber of her being and gave herself to him fully, in a way she had done for no other man. There were greater things out there that conspired to keep them apart, and they needed to play along with their rules, at least for the moment.
She would wake up to an empty apartment in the morning and spend her day on the couch with her cat, telling herself that there will be time, there will be time, there will be time.
September 29 [2006]: Tohru, Mitsuoumi and Ouki. Immigrants and revolutionists.
In case you may have forgotten, these three are, respectively, the fathers of Hiroshi, Hikaru and Rethe. :3
The story of the alliance between the Shinta, the Fukazawa and the Yamada was a legend that any man, woman, girl and boy who dared to call themselves yakuza were familiar with. Theirs was a conglomerate that had instilled order into a very chaotic portion of the Underworld scene, and returned glory and traditional gangster values to their people.
Even though Ouki was the “leader” between the three, it was Tohru who had been the reason for their coming together. The Fukazawa were among the dying breed of “honorable” yakuza, and his family being in crisis was what had forced him to look for allies. Mitsuoumi Shinta, then a new player on the scene, looked like an ideal partner. Mitsuoumi, however, was regarded as a wolf and a god of ice, more than capable of carving his family name right into the annals of criminal history without any assistance at all.
This was where Ouki had stepped in. Because his father and Tohru’s father had been friends, he moved in to win Mitsuoumi over, using the assets of the family and the fact that he was the type of person who could make anyone he met doubt their sexuality.
He had not counted on being the one who’d fall in love first.
Of the story from that point nothing is certain but the fact that the three allied and moved to be men of their own respective families.
March 26 [2006]: Natalia & Ires. She being brand new.
They had met by chance, with Ires Lethe needing someone good to fix and maintain her bike and Maes Mordechai happening to know just the right person.
They had discovered exactly which team they played for by chance, with Ires stumbling in on Natalia topless, laboring over another vehicle in the summer heat of an old garage.
They had first fucked by chance, with a drinking binge turned drunken session of hands, wall, hands, dress, hands, mouth, hands, lube, hands, vibrator, hands, cum.
They didn’t happen to stay together by chance. That decision was the first of many that they were serious about.
So yeah. EDITS PLZ.
The dates to the left of every title beneath the LJ cuts correspond to the 31_days theme that the piece was written to. Also, you'll notice that some of the entries have been labelled as cross-linked... this is because I'm going to try my hand at faithfully following the LJ drabble communities from here on. @_@
January 26 [2006]: Bloodsport. Cavaleiro monge.
The title means ‘Monastic knight’, and the person who came up with the theme for that month took it from Fernando Pessoa’s “Cabalo de Sombra, Cavaleiro Monge”.
Takes place after 'Coffee Liquor and a kick in the pants'.
It started with the Book-a-Day routine. Raiker would come to the office and find a book and a single purple hyacinth, the flower for apologies. The book would always be hardbound and rare, be it because of the author, the edition, or its age. Tracing a finger down its spine would show him who had given it to him - an intentional psychic fingerprint from one of the only men who knew about his psychometric abilities.
Then there were the small and very heterosexual acts of old-fashioned gallantry: the repentant one would open doors for him, fix coffee for him, carry his belongings for him, pick up the laundry for him and even handle Kid for him whenever he had something important to do or even when he simply wanted time for himself. The repentant one never stayed around him long enough to hear his gratitude, and yet always seemed to pop up just when he needed it.
He briefly considered ignoring the efforts. He was a good man but he was not a saint, so even after all those years he felt the need to have his small stake at revenge just because he was in the position to bask in it. Pure intentions, a guilty conscience, some conversations with Rethe and Cordelia over tea and the remembrance of Thomas’ parting words to him made him change his mind. So it was that he found himself making that journey over to the repentant one’s desk in the main office with two tickets in his hand.
“Busy?”
“Er? Oh! Uh! Hi!”
Dustin Wednesday immediately scrambled to shove whatever he was doing aside and look as casual as he possibly could and not at all embarrassed at being caught by surprise. He sprang to his feet, ready to pull up a chair for Raiker. The Branch Mage smiled and waved it off.
“I’ll only be here for a second.” Raiker extended one of the tickets. “I know you’re not really into musicals but something came up and Thomas can’t go with me anymore.” A white lie, but the mating game was built on those.
“‘La Cage aux folles’?”
“Mm. Gay couple, gay bar. Gay couple needs to play it straight so that their straight son can get married. It’s an old take from some years back, but one of my favorite directors has decided to remake it.”
“Sounds interesting.” And it sounded like he really meant it.
“I should hope so. Then it’s 8 PM on Friday?”
“Mm. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Thank you. See you then.”
“See you.”
Kid, who had been listening in from an undetectable distance, discreetly moved off to inform Aidan that Her Two Fathers Would Be Unable to Make It to Patrol Tomorrow Evening. Aidan scoffed and marked the clipboard with the words: ‘UNAVAILABLE. LOVER THINGS’ beside their names.
July 23 [2006]: Bloodsport. Wait for other bedtime treats.
An ode to their first time that isn’t quite a first time. :D
His heart had been thumping straight up to his throat and his thoughts had been all over the place, yet the moment Abel kissed him full on the lips his mind went blank and it all just felt right somehow. Still, the feeling was new. The heat was new. New things scared him more than he ever wanted to admit to anybody.
“Nn… A-Abel-san…”
“What is it?”
The question was a whisper just over his lips; Abel had stopped kissing him but he was still so very close, close enough to make Ensui go weak below the waist save in that one, uncomfortably hard and hot spot between his legs.
“I… I’ve n-never done s-something like this.”
“I figured.” Abel’s smile made him dizzy. “Don’t worry. I’ll do this slowly.”
The other boy’s hand was between them before Ensui even realized it, undoing the buttons of his pants and then slipping under corduroy and cotton. The boy yelped at the contact, but it quickly dissolved into a whimper when Abel’s hand enclosed him and started stroking. Abel swallowed this with another kiss, and then gently eased him down, unto the bed. His hand never stopped moving.
Had he possessed the wits and the sense to, Ensui might have complained about the fact that throughout their play (or more like, throughout Abel’s toying with him), Abel didn’t remove a single article of clothing while Ensui, at the end of it, found himself very, very naked. As it was, however, his mind was too far gone into the sensations, the fact that everything had felt so good that it had hurt.
For a boy who had never touched himself in his life, being stroked off for the first time was quite literally explosive - he had cum fast, fast enough to embarrass himself, but Abel had paid it no mind. What really embarrassed Ensui, however, was the fact that he wasn’t able to contain his tears. They prevented Abel from going any further than kissing and touching, out of concern for his welfare.
“M’really okay,” the Water Adept mumbled, as he lay cocooned in the blankets following their session. “Really.”
Abel only chuckled and reached out to brush the hair away from Ensui’s face. The older boy’s touch was suddenly enough to make him blush.
“We’ll do the rest next time, when you’re more ready for it.”
When Ensui recounted all of this to Akiyo the next evening, his beloved older brother gave him a spot lecture on how ukes with pride always had to be ready no matter what. It took all of his strength and every ounce of cute in him to keep Akiyo from calling Abel about ‘a rematch.’
November 29 [2006]: Bloodsport. The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking.
First installment for Jack and Cian.
Cian was not a creature of the moment - it was Hoshi and all that had never happened between them that forced him to learn how to be resilient. When Hoshi rejected him, he had dealt with it. When Seia, on Hoshi’s orders, removed Cian from active service and assigned him to the secretariat instead, he rolled up his sleeves and applied himself to being the best secretary, liaison officer, cook and housekeeper he could possibly be. When any member of the Clan failed, in any way, to do something, he did it for them, and more besides. Resilience, however, did not always equate to contentment, and as it was the bitterness left a taste in his mouth, weariness in his shoulders, and hardness in his voice and eyes.
He told himself he was ready to accept the possibility that the man he loved more than life and death and everything between could end up with someone else. He told himself that he could not be the one because there were better people, more worthy people, who could be with Hoshi and change the man for the best. Still, no amount of knowledge, acceptance and rationalization prepared him for the first time he had seen Hoshi in the company of Akiyo, that boy with the slanted eyes and ink black hair that ate off his leader’s heart. Hoshi smiled for him in a way that made Cian ache inside.
Cian made it a point to never be around when Akiyo was. Not seeing the boy made it much easier for him to pretend that he was perfectly fine.
July 6 [2006]: Citrus Avenue. You will succumb to me.
YAY FOR CATHOLIC SCHOOL BOY PORN!
Yue Rukia, in a valiant attempt to assert himself, verbalized his small issues regarding sex, sexual positions and the varying degrees of molestation that he could or could not endure to his seme. Surely Mafuyu loved him. Surely Mafuyu would be reasonable.
While the boy was correct on the count that Mafuyu loved him, he had miscalculated on the count that Mafuyu also loved to fuck him a great many different ways and would have him just the way he wanted him, whenever the mood struck him. He also resolved to make Yue come to like it in seven days. Yue’s immediate protest brought about Mafuyu’s immediate response.
Day One involved Yue flat on his back, legs spread wide and wrists bound together with one of Mafuyu’s neckties as the older student gave him a blowjob. Day Two involved Yue flat on his stomach and ass up in the air, arms fastened behind his back, ankles fastened to either end of a very long pole, mouth pulled into a large ‘O’ by a ball gag. The latter did more good than evil, because Mafuyu spent hours of that day sometimes teasing but mostly fucking him with toys of varying degrees and sizes and functions.
Days Three to Six were surprise kidnap plus fuck sessions in the shower, the classroom, the car and the archery range. Day Seven was a landmark - Mafuyu introduced Yue to the glory of aphrodisiacs.
Mafuyu resolved, on the eighth day, that he would do nothing and say nothing. In the evening, when Yue came to him and knelt down before him with tears in his eyes and the word “Please” on his lips, Mafuyu smiled and obliged him. Things had gone exactly as he had planned.
November 26 [2005]: Final Fantasy X. She will remember his heart.
Set after the game. Yes, I am ignoring Final Fantasy X-2.
Yuna often recalled one time in Luca, when they had been passing through on return business involving blitzball and a particularly strong ‘weapon’ for Wakka. She had separated from the party to walk along the docks, absorb the sea air, remember things and simply be. Kimahri had shadowed her for a time, but after that she was alone, on her haunches, watching the water.
He had come at that point, first a reflection in the waves behind her and then a gentle hand on her shoulder. He helped her up and they walked the rest of the way together, him with his arms folded behind his head and filling the air with his talk of significant little nothings and her with her hands folded behind her back, counting her steps, absorbing his presence, his every word.
As it was, she still went to the dock at Luca to squat by the water and see the lack of his reflection there by hers. She still remembered the warmth of his palm.
And here's the latest that I've done for Citrus Avenue: #2041 in a Nutshell.
February 21 [2006]: Yasamu & Savois. A thousand li.
They came together whenever they had the chance because they were rarely ever with each other - the closest they ever got to each other on a regular basis was that small distance between his chair and hers at the board meeting between the headmaster and the different directors. To the general public she was the daughter of the family that had owned the school before the Shinta, and he was the son of the man who had taken Isherwood away from the Montessis. Their animosity had been legendary in their college days. Less knowledgeable folk still believed it existed.
He always made love to her as though it might be their last night on Earth. She always held on to him with every fiber of her being and gave herself to him fully, in a way she had done for no other man. There were greater things out there that conspired to keep them apart, and they needed to play along with their rules, at least for the moment.
She would wake up to an empty apartment in the morning and spend her day on the couch with her cat, telling herself that there will be time, there will be time, there will be time.
September 29 [2006]: Tohru, Mitsuoumi and Ouki. Immigrants and revolutionists.
In case you may have forgotten, these three are, respectively, the fathers of Hiroshi, Hikaru and Rethe. :3
The story of the alliance between the Shinta, the Fukazawa and the Yamada was a legend that any man, woman, girl and boy who dared to call themselves yakuza were familiar with. Theirs was a conglomerate that had instilled order into a very chaotic portion of the Underworld scene, and returned glory and traditional gangster values to their people.
Even though Ouki was the “leader” between the three, it was Tohru who had been the reason for their coming together. The Fukazawa were among the dying breed of “honorable” yakuza, and his family being in crisis was what had forced him to look for allies. Mitsuoumi Shinta, then a new player on the scene, looked like an ideal partner. Mitsuoumi, however, was regarded as a wolf and a god of ice, more than capable of carving his family name right into the annals of criminal history without any assistance at all.
This was where Ouki had stepped in. Because his father and Tohru’s father had been friends, he moved in to win Mitsuoumi over, using the assets of the family and the fact that he was the type of person who could make anyone he met doubt their sexuality.
He had not counted on being the one who’d fall in love first.
Of the story from that point nothing is certain but the fact that the three allied and moved to be men of their own respective families.
March 26 [2006]: Natalia & Ires. She being brand new.
They had met by chance, with Ires Lethe needing someone good to fix and maintain her bike and Maes Mordechai happening to know just the right person.
They had discovered exactly which team they played for by chance, with Ires stumbling in on Natalia topless, laboring over another vehicle in the summer heat of an old garage.
They had first fucked by chance, with a drinking binge turned drunken session of hands, wall, hands, dress, hands, mouth, hands, lube, hands, vibrator, hands, cum.
They didn’t happen to stay together by chance. That decision was the first of many that they were serious about.
So yeah. EDITS PLZ.