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So, I bet you're all dying to know how my interview went on Friday? Horribly! I don't remember exactly what I said, but it sure didn't sound very intelligent to me, so I'm guessing my summer of sitting on my ass playing Guitar Hero and Monsters Game all day will be left intact. You know, I thought of a bit of a tune for my composition on my way to the interview, but in between waiting for the damn thing to start and actually being interviewed, I totally forgot it. Suck! Well, maybe it'll come back to me when it really counts, in a place where I can actually get it down. I checked out an anime from the library, "Le Chevalier D'Eon". I maybe could use it for one of the compositions, but I'm not sure I want to since it'll pretty much cement me into orchestral, and knowing me, just because of that I'll want to write techno or something. *eyeroll* But it's a start. I promise I'll get around to starting my creative writing portfolio for this year eventually, too. I even wrote something for musemuggers this week. Ha-HA!
And speaking of writing, a meme, stolen from derryderrydown who stole it from somebody else I've never heard of:
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Considering I rarely finish anything...
The Forsaken- WIP insomuch as I finished it already, but it's all entirely too convenient for my taste so I'm-a probably gonna pick at it for a few months until I'm bored enough to not care. Or, you know, I could actually work on it... I'm thinking this is the second part to Truck Stop Coffee and there should be another one after full of smut, but then I think I suck at sequels, so I'll just see what I manage to finish
Like A Game
Shit, that was a hand around his throat, wasn’t it?
He frantically tried to jerk out of the man’s grasp, wildly firing his gun into the depths of the church. His captor shoved him forward with surprising strength, at the same time, wrenching his gun arm behind his back and disarming him with military precision. There was a loud clatter as the gun hit the floor and skidded under a broken down pew that echoed endlessly in the wide room. His captor dragged him forward, closer to the chuckling coming from the front of the room.
“How nice of you to join us,” a smooth voice drawled from the altar. A tall, lean man with dark hair was leaning against the wooden platform, tossing a brass cross from hand to hand casually, as if he wasn’t at all worried about the two hunters in his midst. “We’ve been expect- well, you’re not who we wanted, but I suspect he’ll be here shortly.”
The Forsaken suddenly looked to his left and grinned. “And there he is. Come ‘ere, boy, I’ve got something for ya.”
Sean followed his gaze to the side door where two other vampires had Nick by the arms, leading him to the altar.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, fuck indeed. You’re screwed, buddy,” he said to Sean, his smile widening. The Forsaken straightened up, put down the cross and stepped down from the dais. “Bring ‘em closer.”
He approached Nick first, studying his face closely, before huffing in amusement and circling behind Sean predatorily. Sean was released from one captor only to be taken by another. The Forsaken wrapped his arms around Sean, draping himself over him like a lover. Sean could barely breathe in his grip, let alone struggle.
The Forsaken leaned his chin on Sean’s shoulder and addressed Nick.
“Look, boy,” he sighed. “I applaud your taste. This one smells good, probably tastes good, too, but you’re gonna have to let go now. Now I’m gonna give you a choice. You can eat this boy or I’m gonna eat this boy. Either way he’s dead, and me and your brothers are gonna paint the next town red.”
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Heh, right, they all say that at first,” the Forsaken chuckled. “Listen, boy, you’ve already turned. You just moved up the fuckin’ food chain! Enjoy it and stop being such a pussy! You still want this? Then turn it!”
He leaned more of his weight on Sean, making him stumble. “I wouldn’t recommend it, though, this one is weak. Useless, except for cattle. Not like you, boy, I’ll make you a man today.”
Suddenly, there was a knife at Sean’s throat, sharp and silver, cutting a thin, shallow line from his right earlobe to his collar bone. Bright, red blood welled up to the surface. For the first time since he was captured Nick was still, eyes tracing the line of blood as it dribbled down to pool at the hollow of his throat, his lip trapped between his teeth.
The Forsaken mopped up some of the blood with his index finger and smiled.
“This is what it’s all about, Nicky. This is all humans are good for: blood…” His other hand roamed to Sean’s chest and tweaked a nipple through his t-shirt. “…and sex.”
Nick’s captors shoved him forward, leading him towards the Forsaken and Sean. Nick’s eyes were still stuck on the red liquid dripping down the vampire’s finger, he didn’t look like he was aware of anything else at the moment. Right then, Sean felt all the fight flow right out of him. It was all over, Nick was gone and he was good as dead.
“You like that, don’t you?” the Forsaken chuckled. “Now back to our little game. You can eat your little friend here, and then we can go on a tear to celebrate. Or I can have your little friend here and kill you. Then we’ll still go on a tear without you. Heh. I guess it’s not much of a game after all, then.” The Forsaken sucked his finger into his mouth, moaning as he slowly licked the blood off. “I know you need it, Nicky-boy. I feel your hunger.” He caught more blood on his finger and held it out to Nick. “Don’t resist it, boy.”
As soon as the other two vampires let him go, Nick grabbed the Forsaken’s hand and suckled hungrily at his finger.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Taste that? It’s good, isn’t it?” He pulled his finger away and shoved Sean into Nick’s arms. “Have the whole cow.”
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Chapter 2 of this beyblade parody I started. It's totally slower going than usual. And I'm really bad at parody, so it's just coming out more cliché than anything. :/
Matchmaker's hell, Rei and Mystel...
“What is with that kid? I’m paying good money for this,” Tala fumed as he glared through his binoculars.
“Who cares? I’m bored. When are we gonna eat?” Daichi whined at his side, staring boredly into the distance, wriggling a finger in his ear.
“Tch.” Tala wasn’t sure why he was letting the runt tag along with him. He knew it was a bad idea beybattling with him that one time. Now he couldn’t get rid of him. “Shut up, kid, you might learn something.”
“Why do we need to run Mystel over with a car, anyway?”
“For the fiftieth time, Daichi!” Tala was this close to ordering Carlos to run over Daichi instead. “The near-death experience will shock Mystel into taking a chance with his young heart, and the shock of nearly losing Mystel forever will make Rei realise how much love he’s missing in his life by not being with Mystel. Rei’ll rush to the hospital in the dead of night, because he simply cannot wait another day to see his sweet face, and they’ll confess their love to each other over an IV drip and a metal bed frame, under the pale light of the midnight moon, and share sweet kisses until some butch nurse kicks Rei out. It’s a perfect romantic beginning!”
Daichi stared at him blankly.
Tala cleared his throat. “Anyway. Then Max can run to Rick all heartbroken, get some manly comforting and bam! Four beyblades with one Wolborg.” Tala grinned. “It’s my most brilliant plan ever. Estimated sixty-nine percent chance of success.” It wasn’t really, but Tala liked to be modest about his abilities.
Daichi looked unimpressed. “Why do you care? We’re not getting paid for this.”
“Excuse you, when did this become a partnership?”
“Hey, I help you all the time!”
“Since when does being a pest count as helping?”
“Um…excuse me,” a soft voice cut through their bickering like a fog horn. Tala looked up from throttling Daichi to find a girl with short pink hair and a shy smile shifting nervously from foot to foot. “Tala? I… I need your help… Please?”
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Boy Meets World- This one is a round robin I'm supposed to be working on with somebody online, but I don't really have much drive to write BMW fic, to be honest, so it's like pulling teeth.
Thick, white mist threatened to swallow his image in the mirror as he struggled to tie his bow tie. His lip twitched; he should be happy, smiling -this was the happiest day of his life- but he couldn’t get the muscles to work.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?”
He glanced over his shoulder. Eric had asked the question and he looked serious, so this had to be a dream.
Shawn shook his head, turning back to the mirror. “Do what?” he asked.
“Eat this pie,” Eric said, holding a bowl of cherry filling and pastry out to him.
“Well, are you?” asked the leprechaun Jack on his shoulder.
His hands fell away from the bow tie, but his image still tugged at it. Thin arms came around him to stop his fidgeting, skin fluid and shifting like silver, and suddenly, his image looked back at him and said:
“I don’t know.”
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Power Rangers Ninja Storm- An AU I've been thinking about, but I think I left the thinking too long and lost most of it... I totally want to finish it, though, I've never done an AU before.
Ten years ago, he lost his parents to a ninja mission in the Alps. He was young, only eight years old and barely started in his ninja training. There was nothing he could do, it wasn’t his fault, Sensei Omino had said. But he could look after his little brother in their stead.
He hadn’t been much of a big brother before -he’d always resented Blake for stealing their attention away- and he knew they were disappointed in him for it. They loved them both equally, he knew that, they said as much and his parents never lied. Well, now that they were gone, he would have to love Blake enough for three. That night after they were told of their parents’ deaths, when Blake crawled into his bed looking more miserable and confused than Hunter had ever seen him, he vowed to always protect him like their parents would want. They were ninja, protecting was in the Bradley blood. He would not let anything happen to his little brother.
Okay, I lied, I did start another AU before that one. Gravitation/Princess Princess/Beyblade crossover. In Space. With Cowboys. And smut.
Shuichi’s smile never seemed as false as it really was under the lights of the stage. He took his final bows to the hollering crowd, then his customary bow to the band (giving the crowd a tantalising view of his ass), before bounding off stage. His job was done for yet another night. His smile dropped as soon as he was backstage and his shoulders slumped. Yuki wasn’t there. Again. After three months, he was beginning to think that Yuki would never be there again.
Sighing sadly, Shuichi trudged towards the stairs at the back of the saloon that would lead to his room.
The room was dark when he entered. The bar of dim light from the hallway behind him outlined the figure standing near the bed. His heart beat quickened in his chest as he closed the door and the figure approached with a familiar leisurely saunter and a smirk he couldn’t see on his face. He leaned frozen, wide eyed against the door as the figure stopped just close enough that he could feel his heat through his clothes. The hair on his arms rose in goose pimples under his long sleeves and a sudden shiver coursed through him as the figure leaned forward, close enough to his face to feel the breath on his cheek, for their long bangs to brush against each other’s foreheads, for his face to flush hot as an overworked engine. He could almost see the figure’s eyes gleaming in the dark. Those cold, familiar… beautiful eyes.
“Yuki…” he whimpered, leaning into the almost touch as the other man slowly stroked the air a hair’s breath away from his cheek with one smooth hand, closing his eyes as the other hand finally made contact with his other cheek, when a thumb trailed along the curve of his jaw and brushed against his lip.
Yuki didn’t say anything in reply, but then again, he never did. But as he melded his mouth to Shuichi’s, warm and soft and insistent, he knew that he had missed him, too. Three months was too long.
Shuichi sank into the hard chest in front of him readily, responded to the kiss as greedily as he responded to anything offered to him by Yuki Eiri. He just couldn’t get enough of the man. He could never explain what drew them together, but whatever it was, it was strong enough to hurt whenever they were apart. It was strong enough to withstand any ill treatment from the man in front of him, the insults, the cold abandonment; it was strong enough to bring Yuki back every time, regardless of whatever he was running from. It was strong enough to make Shuichi want to run with him. That first day that Shuichi had caught Yuki as he collapsed exhausted through the front doors of The Phoenix Rising was the day they were tethered together forever. Or so Shuichi liked to think, it sure seemed that way.
Shuichi finally broke the kiss to nibble and suck on Yuki’s neck, grabbing a fistful of blond hair and pulling his head back to give himself more access. Yuki submitted to his ministrations for a moment, hands trailing up his sides and along his arms to find his hands. Suddenly his hands tightened around Shuichi’s wrists, and he slammed them roughly up against the door, above his head. His golden eyes glared into Shuichi’s widened ones as he sandwiched his smaller body between himself and the door. Then he kissed him again, rough hands pulling at his waistband, in seconds he had Shuichi’s pants around his ankles.
Shuichi fumbled blindly for Yuki’s belt for a few minutes before Yuki batted his hands away and undid his pants himself, releasing his cock from its leather confines. Shuichi moaned as Yuki rubbed his hands along the curve of his ass and down to mid thighs, lifting him up to wrap his legs around his waist. Shuichi moaned as the head of Yuki’s engorged cock teased his anus.
His entrance was hard and painful, but Shuichi didn’t care, he just so wanted to be with Yuki completely, had wanted this since the last time, three months ago, craved any kind of contact like he craved air.
Their rhythm started off slow, Yuki allowing Shuichi to get accustomed to the size of him once more, but before long he was pounding the smaller man ruthlessly into the wall, teeth biting his shoulder, his moans and cries music to his ears. Yuki dug his fingers into his hips for more purchase and angled his thrusts to hit his prostate every time. It wasn’t long before they both climaxed together, holding each other in a tight grip, slumped against the wall.
They stayed still like that for a few moments, with Yuki’s head buried in the crook of Shuichi’s neck, breathing in his scent, and Shuichi with his head thrown back against the wall, legs still tightly wrapped around his lover, never wanting to let him go.
“I knew you would come back,” he whispered.
Yuki just kissed his neck softly and pulled out of him, slowly depositing him back on his feet. Before Shuichi knew what was happening, he found himself on the bed with Yuki hovering over him, both their shirts mysteriously gone away now.
He raised a hand to brush long blond bangs away from Yuki’s golden eyes, and said, “I love you, Yuki.”
Yuki entered him again with a grunt and kissed him, and Shuichi knew that he loved him too.
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Something Blue cannibal lesbians in the purplest of prose. It's a romance, don'cha know.
A silhouette seemed to melt forth from the darkness, moving slowly, but purposefully towards her. Ester squinted, hoping to get a better glimpse of it, but had no luck until the figure was nearly a foot away from his back. It was taller than Ester, at least, and curvy, so more likely a woman. A chance billow of glowing smoke illuminated her features briefly, allowing Ester a glimpse of long, dark hair, darker eyes and thick lips. The woman was smirking.
“Are you having trouble?” she asked, her left hand trailing up his spine to bury itself in his hair, her right reaching over his shoulder to caress Ester’s cheek. Ester couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
The other woman tilted his head back and nuzzled his exposed neck with her nose, never taking her eyes off of Ester. “I’ll help you if I can join you.”
Without waiting for a reply, she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into his neck, ripping out a chunk of flesh with an ease that couldn’t be human.
Ester was entranced, eyes following a drop of his cooling blood as it marked a trail from the woman’s lips over her chin and down her neck, and Ester didn’t resist the urge to lean forward and catch it with her tongue, backtracking to capture the woman’s lips.
The other woman smiled, allowing herself to be drawn into a kiss, pressing Ester’s lips open with her own, sharing the taste of the man between them with her tongue. Arms snaked around his limp body, fingers trailed down backs and arms and anywhere they could reach. It had gone far beyond the blood, lust was all that prevailed.
The woman broke their kiss and ducked under his arm to pull Ester fully into her embrace. She leaned close, hot breath brushing across Ester’s cheek as she whispered in her ear, “Let’s take this elsewhere.”
Ester could do little else but nod, and with a small smile, the woman pulled away and summoned a club employee.
“Wrap him up,” she ordered when the nervous little man scurried over. “We’ll have him to go.”
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You know, I just realised that I use the whole "drop of [liquid] rolling down [appendage]" thing way too often. Must find another image...
And speaking of writing, a meme, stolen from derryderrydown who stole it from somebody else I've never heard of:
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Considering I rarely finish anything...
The Forsaken- WIP insomuch as I finished it already, but it's all entirely too convenient for my taste so I'm-a probably gonna pick at it for a few months until I'm bored enough to not care. Or, you know, I could actually work on it... I'm thinking this is the second part to Truck Stop Coffee and there should be another one after full of smut, but then I think I suck at sequels, so I'll just see what I manage to finish
Like A Game
Shit, that was a hand around his throat, wasn’t it?
He frantically tried to jerk out of the man’s grasp, wildly firing his gun into the depths of the church. His captor shoved him forward with surprising strength, at the same time, wrenching his gun arm behind his back and disarming him with military precision. There was a loud clatter as the gun hit the floor and skidded under a broken down pew that echoed endlessly in the wide room. His captor dragged him forward, closer to the chuckling coming from the front of the room.
“How nice of you to join us,” a smooth voice drawled from the altar. A tall, lean man with dark hair was leaning against the wooden platform, tossing a brass cross from hand to hand casually, as if he wasn’t at all worried about the two hunters in his midst. “We’ve been expect- well, you’re not who we wanted, but I suspect he’ll be here shortly.”
The Forsaken suddenly looked to his left and grinned. “And there he is. Come ‘ere, boy, I’ve got something for ya.”
Sean followed his gaze to the side door where two other vampires had Nick by the arms, leading him to the altar.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, fuck indeed. You’re screwed, buddy,” he said to Sean, his smile widening. The Forsaken straightened up, put down the cross and stepped down from the dais. “Bring ‘em closer.”
He approached Nick first, studying his face closely, before huffing in amusement and circling behind Sean predatorily. Sean was released from one captor only to be taken by another. The Forsaken wrapped his arms around Sean, draping himself over him like a lover. Sean could barely breathe in his grip, let alone struggle.
The Forsaken leaned his chin on Sean’s shoulder and addressed Nick.
“Look, boy,” he sighed. “I applaud your taste. This one smells good, probably tastes good, too, but you’re gonna have to let go now. Now I’m gonna give you a choice. You can eat this boy or I’m gonna eat this boy. Either way he’s dead, and me and your brothers are gonna paint the next town red.”
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Heh, right, they all say that at first,” the Forsaken chuckled. “Listen, boy, you’ve already turned. You just moved up the fuckin’ food chain! Enjoy it and stop being such a pussy! You still want this? Then turn it!”
He leaned more of his weight on Sean, making him stumble. “I wouldn’t recommend it, though, this one is weak. Useless, except for cattle. Not like you, boy, I’ll make you a man today.”
Suddenly, there was a knife at Sean’s throat, sharp and silver, cutting a thin, shallow line from his right earlobe to his collar bone. Bright, red blood welled up to the surface. For the first time since he was captured Nick was still, eyes tracing the line of blood as it dribbled down to pool at the hollow of his throat, his lip trapped between his teeth.
The Forsaken mopped up some of the blood with his index finger and smiled.
“This is what it’s all about, Nicky. This is all humans are good for: blood…” His other hand roamed to Sean’s chest and tweaked a nipple through his t-shirt. “…and sex.”
Nick’s captors shoved him forward, leading him towards the Forsaken and Sean. Nick’s eyes were still stuck on the red liquid dripping down the vampire’s finger, he didn’t look like he was aware of anything else at the moment. Right then, Sean felt all the fight flow right out of him. It was all over, Nick was gone and he was good as dead.
“You like that, don’t you?” the Forsaken chuckled. “Now back to our little game. You can eat your little friend here, and then we can go on a tear to celebrate. Or I can have your little friend here and kill you. Then we’ll still go on a tear without you. Heh. I guess it’s not much of a game after all, then.” The Forsaken sucked his finger into his mouth, moaning as he slowly licked the blood off. “I know you need it, Nicky-boy. I feel your hunger.” He caught more blood on his finger and held it out to Nick. “Don’t resist it, boy.”
As soon as the other two vampires let him go, Nick grabbed the Forsaken’s hand and suckled hungrily at his finger.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Taste that? It’s good, isn’t it?” He pulled his finger away and shoved Sean into Nick’s arms. “Have the whole cow.”
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Chapter 2 of this beyblade parody I started. It's totally slower going than usual. And I'm really bad at parody, so it's just coming out more cliché than anything. :/
Matchmaker's hell, Rei and Mystel...
“What is with that kid? I’m paying good money for this,” Tala fumed as he glared through his binoculars.
“Who cares? I’m bored. When are we gonna eat?” Daichi whined at his side, staring boredly into the distance, wriggling a finger in his ear.
“Tch.” Tala wasn’t sure why he was letting the runt tag along with him. He knew it was a bad idea beybattling with him that one time. Now he couldn’t get rid of him. “Shut up, kid, you might learn something.”
“Why do we need to run Mystel over with a car, anyway?”
“For the fiftieth time, Daichi!” Tala was this close to ordering Carlos to run over Daichi instead. “The near-death experience will shock Mystel into taking a chance with his young heart, and the shock of nearly losing Mystel forever will make Rei realise how much love he’s missing in his life by not being with Mystel. Rei’ll rush to the hospital in the dead of night, because he simply cannot wait another day to see his sweet face, and they’ll confess their love to each other over an IV drip and a metal bed frame, under the pale light of the midnight moon, and share sweet kisses until some butch nurse kicks Rei out. It’s a perfect romantic beginning!”
Daichi stared at him blankly.
Tala cleared his throat. “Anyway. Then Max can run to Rick all heartbroken, get some manly comforting and bam! Four beyblades with one Wolborg.” Tala grinned. “It’s my most brilliant plan ever. Estimated sixty-nine percent chance of success.” It wasn’t really, but Tala liked to be modest about his abilities.
Daichi looked unimpressed. “Why do you care? We’re not getting paid for this.”
“Excuse you, when did this become a partnership?”
“Hey, I help you all the time!”
“Since when does being a pest count as helping?”
“Um…excuse me,” a soft voice cut through their bickering like a fog horn. Tala looked up from throttling Daichi to find a girl with short pink hair and a shy smile shifting nervously from foot to foot. “Tala? I… I need your help… Please?”
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Boy Meets World- This one is a round robin I'm supposed to be working on with somebody online, but I don't really have much drive to write BMW fic, to be honest, so it's like pulling teeth.
Thick, white mist threatened to swallow his image in the mirror as he struggled to tie his bow tie. His lip twitched; he should be happy, smiling -this was the happiest day of his life- but he couldn’t get the muscles to work.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?”
He glanced over his shoulder. Eric had asked the question and he looked serious, so this had to be a dream.
Shawn shook his head, turning back to the mirror. “Do what?” he asked.
“Eat this pie,” Eric said, holding a bowl of cherry filling and pastry out to him.
“Well, are you?” asked the leprechaun Jack on his shoulder.
His hands fell away from the bow tie, but his image still tugged at it. Thin arms came around him to stop his fidgeting, skin fluid and shifting like silver, and suddenly, his image looked back at him and said:
“I don’t know.”
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Power Rangers Ninja Storm- An AU I've been thinking about, but I think I left the thinking too long and lost most of it... I totally want to finish it, though, I've never done an AU before.
Ten years ago, he lost his parents to a ninja mission in the Alps. He was young, only eight years old and barely started in his ninja training. There was nothing he could do, it wasn’t his fault, Sensei Omino had said. But he could look after his little brother in their stead.
He hadn’t been much of a big brother before -he’d always resented Blake for stealing their attention away- and he knew they were disappointed in him for it. They loved them both equally, he knew that, they said as much and his parents never lied. Well, now that they were gone, he would have to love Blake enough for three. That night after they were told of their parents’ deaths, when Blake crawled into his bed looking more miserable and confused than Hunter had ever seen him, he vowed to always protect him like their parents would want. They were ninja, protecting was in the Bradley blood. He would not let anything happen to his little brother.
Okay, I lied, I did start another AU before that one. Gravitation/Princess Princess/Beyblade crossover. In Space. With Cowboys. And smut.
Shuichi’s smile never seemed as false as it really was under the lights of the stage. He took his final bows to the hollering crowd, then his customary bow to the band (giving the crowd a tantalising view of his ass), before bounding off stage. His job was done for yet another night. His smile dropped as soon as he was backstage and his shoulders slumped. Yuki wasn’t there. Again. After three months, he was beginning to think that Yuki would never be there again.
Sighing sadly, Shuichi trudged towards the stairs at the back of the saloon that would lead to his room.
The room was dark when he entered. The bar of dim light from the hallway behind him outlined the figure standing near the bed. His heart beat quickened in his chest as he closed the door and the figure approached with a familiar leisurely saunter and a smirk he couldn’t see on his face. He leaned frozen, wide eyed against the door as the figure stopped just close enough that he could feel his heat through his clothes. The hair on his arms rose in goose pimples under his long sleeves and a sudden shiver coursed through him as the figure leaned forward, close enough to his face to feel the breath on his cheek, for their long bangs to brush against each other’s foreheads, for his face to flush hot as an overworked engine. He could almost see the figure’s eyes gleaming in the dark. Those cold, familiar… beautiful eyes.
“Yuki…” he whimpered, leaning into the almost touch as the other man slowly stroked the air a hair’s breath away from his cheek with one smooth hand, closing his eyes as the other hand finally made contact with his other cheek, when a thumb trailed along the curve of his jaw and brushed against his lip.
Yuki didn’t say anything in reply, but then again, he never did. But as he melded his mouth to Shuichi’s, warm and soft and insistent, he knew that he had missed him, too. Three months was too long.
Shuichi sank into the hard chest in front of him readily, responded to the kiss as greedily as he responded to anything offered to him by Yuki Eiri. He just couldn’t get enough of the man. He could never explain what drew them together, but whatever it was, it was strong enough to hurt whenever they were apart. It was strong enough to withstand any ill treatment from the man in front of him, the insults, the cold abandonment; it was strong enough to bring Yuki back every time, regardless of whatever he was running from. It was strong enough to make Shuichi want to run with him. That first day that Shuichi had caught Yuki as he collapsed exhausted through the front doors of The Phoenix Rising was the day they were tethered together forever. Or so Shuichi liked to think, it sure seemed that way.
Shuichi finally broke the kiss to nibble and suck on Yuki’s neck, grabbing a fistful of blond hair and pulling his head back to give himself more access. Yuki submitted to his ministrations for a moment, hands trailing up his sides and along his arms to find his hands. Suddenly his hands tightened around Shuichi’s wrists, and he slammed them roughly up against the door, above his head. His golden eyes glared into Shuichi’s widened ones as he sandwiched his smaller body between himself and the door. Then he kissed him again, rough hands pulling at his waistband, in seconds he had Shuichi’s pants around his ankles.
Shuichi fumbled blindly for Yuki’s belt for a few minutes before Yuki batted his hands away and undid his pants himself, releasing his cock from its leather confines. Shuichi moaned as Yuki rubbed his hands along the curve of his ass and down to mid thighs, lifting him up to wrap his legs around his waist. Shuichi moaned as the head of Yuki’s engorged cock teased his anus.
His entrance was hard and painful, but Shuichi didn’t care, he just so wanted to be with Yuki completely, had wanted this since the last time, three months ago, craved any kind of contact like he craved air.
Their rhythm started off slow, Yuki allowing Shuichi to get accustomed to the size of him once more, but before long he was pounding the smaller man ruthlessly into the wall, teeth biting his shoulder, his moans and cries music to his ears. Yuki dug his fingers into his hips for more purchase and angled his thrusts to hit his prostate every time. It wasn’t long before they both climaxed together, holding each other in a tight grip, slumped against the wall.
They stayed still like that for a few moments, with Yuki’s head buried in the crook of Shuichi’s neck, breathing in his scent, and Shuichi with his head thrown back against the wall, legs still tightly wrapped around his lover, never wanting to let him go.
“I knew you would come back,” he whispered.
Yuki just kissed his neck softly and pulled out of him, slowly depositing him back on his feet. Before Shuichi knew what was happening, he found himself on the bed with Yuki hovering over him, both their shirts mysteriously gone away now.
He raised a hand to brush long blond bangs away from Yuki’s golden eyes, and said, “I love you, Yuki.”
Yuki entered him again with a grunt and kissed him, and Shuichi knew that he loved him too.
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Something Blue cannibal lesbians in the purplest of prose. It's a romance, don'cha know.
A silhouette seemed to melt forth from the darkness, moving slowly, but purposefully towards her. Ester squinted, hoping to get a better glimpse of it, but had no luck until the figure was nearly a foot away from his back. It was taller than Ester, at least, and curvy, so more likely a woman. A chance billow of glowing smoke illuminated her features briefly, allowing Ester a glimpse of long, dark hair, darker eyes and thick lips. The woman was smirking.
“Are you having trouble?” she asked, her left hand trailing up his spine to bury itself in his hair, her right reaching over his shoulder to caress Ester’s cheek. Ester couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
The other woman tilted his head back and nuzzled his exposed neck with her nose, never taking her eyes off of Ester. “I’ll help you if I can join you.”
Without waiting for a reply, she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into his neck, ripping out a chunk of flesh with an ease that couldn’t be human.
Ester was entranced, eyes following a drop of his cooling blood as it marked a trail from the woman’s lips over her chin and down her neck, and Ester didn’t resist the urge to lean forward and catch it with her tongue, backtracking to capture the woman’s lips.
The other woman smiled, allowing herself to be drawn into a kiss, pressing Ester’s lips open with her own, sharing the taste of the man between them with her tongue. Arms snaked around his limp body, fingers trailed down backs and arms and anywhere they could reach. It had gone far beyond the blood, lust was all that prevailed.
The woman broke their kiss and ducked under his arm to pull Ester fully into her embrace. She leaned close, hot breath brushing across Ester’s cheek as she whispered in her ear, “Let’s take this elsewhere.”
Ester could do little else but nod, and with a small smile, the woman pulled away and summoned a club employee.
“Wrap him up,” she ordered when the nervous little man scurried over. “We’ll have him to go.”
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You know, I just realised that I use the whole "drop of [liquid] rolling down [appendage]" thing way too often. Must find another image...