I might get bricked for this
*girds my loins*
Work in Progress (WIP) meme:
Post a sentence (or two) paragraph (because I write strange sentences :/) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
Blanket warnings for... yaoi/shounen-ai, Elricest, smut, and everything everyone loves to read from me. YMMV on some of these, but they're generally safe. And it's not EVERYTHING that I've got in the grinder. Just some of my older stuff. >_>;;
The elder Elric sighed and let the fingers of his left hand stroke over Al's soft, rounded cheek. Al smiled happily, tilting his face to nuzzle Ed's palm and Ed flushed a bit as well, but not from the bath. As quickly as he could, but without making his younger brother feel rejected, Ed moved his hand to tug at Al's hair. There was a hope and promise in Al's eyes that the elder brother didn't want to keep his thoughts lingering on.
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And suddenly the world tilted and jerked and all the color seemed to drain away from his sight. Duo blinked his eyes, then realized with a start that he had somehow ended up on the floor, his legs too weak to support him. Odin whined and scooted closer, confused over his master's actions.
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Sasuke blinked, unable to comprehend Neji's cool demeanor. Wouldn't any man be angry if his spouse slept with someone else? "You're not worried that Naruto slept with Hinata?"
"Why should I be?" Neji said in return, his eyes looking further past Sasuke in search of a familiar blond head. "After all, I was there."
"... what?"
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The very last thing Quatre Raberba Winner expected when he stepped out of his ten-thirty meeting and into his office for a fortifying shot (or three) of espresso before his eleven-fifteen was the fist that came flying out of nowhere and into his face. And for some reason, a hand-pressed Italian wool suit wasn't all that impressive when you were on your ass on the floor, trying to remember if you'd insulted any stockbrokers lately.
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Bastian's eyes traveled down the length of Atreyu's body, taking in the pressed white shirt, dark blue necktie, and matching blue pants (his extra uniform, brought for just this occasion). Atreyu's bare feet peeked out from under the slightly too long pants legs and Bastian reached out, swatting Atreyu's hands away and doing up the buttons and knotting the tie with practiced ease.
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"Yeah, you," one of the men said, pointing his finger and nearly poking Saki in the chest. She frowned and pulled her lacy wrap higher over her shoulders. Some of the shoppers and store owners were starting to look in their direction and Saki's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She was about to politely excuse herself and try to find Naruto when the man's belligerent voice cut through the air again.
"Are you really a chick? Or some faggy little boy?"
And the whole world stopped.
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He says, "Tadaima."
No one answers back, "Okaeri nasai."
He frowns and blinks, but there's still silence. Funny... he thought that there was supposed to be an answer.
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Duo was still jotting down his notes, this time translating the Russian into Japanese. Gritting his teeth, Heero tried to focus on the lecture. Just because Duo was nearly insatiable in bed didn't mean that he couldn't focus on other things. Duo had a way of multi-tasking that baffled Heero, so the Japanese boy didn't decide to try. If Duo didn't know what his touch was doing to Heero, then Heero wasn't going to let him know.
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Relena knew she had emphasized the word "we" when she spoke. She hadn't meant to do it. She twisted the golden wedding ring on her finger nervously, hoping that no one had noticed. Raising her eyes, she saw the way Heero's shoulders tensed and how the shutters dropped over his eyes. He stood up stiffly and Relena squashed the urge to wince as she realized that Heero had noticed her choice of words. He clenched one fist, and Relena noticed the faint gleam of his wedding ring briefly before he crossed his arms across his chest. Relena didn't know whether he was angry at her. She was never any good at reading his emotions.
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And he saw his eyesight dimming, felt his senses focusing only on the wanton lust on his groin and the lack of oxygen in his lungs. He panted, pressing his face and hips farther, harder, and as he came, steams of cum staining his hands and bed, the black that licked his mind completely consumed him.
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"So," Duo purred, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck and drawing the Japanese boy down to the bed, "how does it feel to know that you've been robbing the cradle?"
Heero grunted as he stretched his body on top of Duo's. "I didn't know you were underage," he answered, dropping a kiss against Duo's bare shoulder.
The American arched up, his hands playing with Heero's dark hair. "That excuse doesn't even hold up in statutory rape."
"Well, if I remember it right, you were the one who seduced me. What was I supposed to do, ask you for your birth certificate and two forms of ID?"
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Wufei knew the power that lay behind Heero's clenched knuckles. He had seen Heero punch his fist through a wall in anger, had seen the Japanese teen do nothing more than brush off stray bits of plaster after taking out his vengeance on the inanimate object. And this knowledge angered Wufei. That Heero -- the man he was calling lover -- would deliberately raise his hand to harm him...
The Chinese man reacted in the only way he knew how... instinctively and immediately. With his left hand, he diverted the direction of Heero's fist and his right hand was already waiting to grab Heero's other fist as it aimed where its brother should have been. Wufei's right hand tightened around Heero's left fist while his left gripped Heero's right wrist. His flat-black eyes narrowed as he saw the shock filter across Heero's formerly angry expression.
"Don't you *ever* think about trying to hit me again, Yuy," Wufei hissed through clenched teeth.
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"What if I kill you?"
"You can try," Heero replied, unsheathing his sword and allowing the polished blade to catch the light of the fires. "But you'll find that I'm very hard to kill. I try to avoid pain, and dying hurts like hell."
Trowa had laughed then, for the only time that Heero could remember. Then, with a smile, Trowa dropped to one knee and pledged his loyalty to Heero.
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Noin wondered sometimes why Une hadn't just refused to allow the former Lightning Count access to Mariemaia; she had even asked the Preventers Commander a few weeks ago. The brunette had merely smiled softly, her eyes straying to the framed photo on her desk of the three of them. Then she had looked Noin straight in the eyes and answered: "Because Zechs understands what it's like to miss someone so deeply that you will do anything you can to cherish your memories. And because, despite the circumstances, he loves Mariemaia as much as I do."
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The laptop in front of him beeped. Duo's current location, the address of an apartment complex in Old Los Angeles, glowed on the screen. Heero's Prussian eyes gleamed with determination.
Heero's mission was to ensure the peace of the Earth Sphere and the Colonies at any cost.
And if he had to fuck Duo Maxwell to do it, then he would.
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"Admit it, princess, even *you* thought that reporter deserved to be shot."
"But I didn't think you'd actually do it!"
"Hey! The court cleared me of all the charges! He came rushing outta no where in the middle of the night. How was I suppose to know that it wasn't a gun in his hand?"
"It was a camera, Duo."
"Camera, gun, whatever. He was getting on my nerves."
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"Na-Nanashi...?" she choked out, her eyes turning suspiciously damp.
Trowa felt himself grow cold at the mention of his non-name and drew his shoulders back, standing up at his full height. "Midii Une," he repeated, no emotion in his voice. Turning to Quatre, but his emerald eyes not leaving the face of the blonde girl, he muttered an excuse. "I'm sorry, Quatre. I have to do something that I forgot about." Then, without waiting for a response, Trowa left the room, brushing past Lady Une and Midii and ignoring Quatre's startled exclamation.
When the heavy oak door shut behind him, Trowa leaned against the wall in the hall and looked up at the dull ceiling. Why did his past have to catch up to him now?
Work in Progress (WIP) meme:
Post a sentence (or two) paragraph (because I write strange sentences :/) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
Blanket warnings for... yaoi/shounen-ai, Elricest, smut, and everything everyone loves to read from me. YMMV on some of these, but they're generally safe. And it's not EVERYTHING that I've got in the grinder. Just some of my older stuff. >_>;;
The elder Elric sighed and let the fingers of his left hand stroke over Al's soft, rounded cheek. Al smiled happily, tilting his face to nuzzle Ed's palm and Ed flushed a bit as well, but not from the bath. As quickly as he could, but without making his younger brother feel rejected, Ed moved his hand to tug at Al's hair. There was a hope and promise in Al's eyes that the elder brother didn't want to keep his thoughts lingering on.
=====================================================================
And suddenly the world tilted and jerked and all the color seemed to drain away from his sight. Duo blinked his eyes, then realized with a start that he had somehow ended up on the floor, his legs too weak to support him. Odin whined and scooted closer, confused over his master's actions.
=====================================================================
Sasuke blinked, unable to comprehend Neji's cool demeanor. Wouldn't any man be angry if his spouse slept with someone else? "You're not worried that Naruto slept with Hinata?"
"Why should I be?" Neji said in return, his eyes looking further past Sasuke in search of a familiar blond head. "After all, I was there."
"... what?"
=====================================================================
The very last thing Quatre Raberba Winner expected when he stepped out of his ten-thirty meeting and into his office for a fortifying shot (or three) of espresso before his eleven-fifteen was the fist that came flying out of nowhere and into his face. And for some reason, a hand-pressed Italian wool suit wasn't all that impressive when you were on your ass on the floor, trying to remember if you'd insulted any stockbrokers lately.
=====================================================================
Bastian's eyes traveled down the length of Atreyu's body, taking in the pressed white shirt, dark blue necktie, and matching blue pants (his extra uniform, brought for just this occasion). Atreyu's bare feet peeked out from under the slightly too long pants legs and Bastian reached out, swatting Atreyu's hands away and doing up the buttons and knotting the tie with practiced ease.
=====================================================================
"Yeah, you," one of the men said, pointing his finger and nearly poking Saki in the chest. She frowned and pulled her lacy wrap higher over her shoulders. Some of the shoppers and store owners were starting to look in their direction and Saki's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She was about to politely excuse herself and try to find Naruto when the man's belligerent voice cut through the air again.
"Are you really a chick? Or some faggy little boy?"
And the whole world stopped.
=====================================================================
He says, "Tadaima."
No one answers back, "Okaeri nasai."
He frowns and blinks, but there's still silence. Funny... he thought that there was supposed to be an answer.
=====================================================================
Duo was still jotting down his notes, this time translating the Russian into Japanese. Gritting his teeth, Heero tried to focus on the lecture. Just because Duo was nearly insatiable in bed didn't mean that he couldn't focus on other things. Duo had a way of multi-tasking that baffled Heero, so the Japanese boy didn't decide to try. If Duo didn't know what his touch was doing to Heero, then Heero wasn't going to let him know.
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Relena knew she had emphasized the word "we" when she spoke. She hadn't meant to do it. She twisted the golden wedding ring on her finger nervously, hoping that no one had noticed. Raising her eyes, she saw the way Heero's shoulders tensed and how the shutters dropped over his eyes. He stood up stiffly and Relena squashed the urge to wince as she realized that Heero had noticed her choice of words. He clenched one fist, and Relena noticed the faint gleam of his wedding ring briefly before he crossed his arms across his chest. Relena didn't know whether he was angry at her. She was never any good at reading his emotions.
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And he saw his eyesight dimming, felt his senses focusing only on the wanton lust on his groin and the lack of oxygen in his lungs. He panted, pressing his face and hips farther, harder, and as he came, steams of cum staining his hands and bed, the black that licked his mind completely consumed him.
=====================================================================
"So," Duo purred, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck and drawing the Japanese boy down to the bed, "how does it feel to know that you've been robbing the cradle?"
Heero grunted as he stretched his body on top of Duo's. "I didn't know you were underage," he answered, dropping a kiss against Duo's bare shoulder.
The American arched up, his hands playing with Heero's dark hair. "That excuse doesn't even hold up in statutory rape."
"Well, if I remember it right, you were the one who seduced me. What was I supposed to do, ask you for your birth certificate and two forms of ID?"
=====================================================================
Wufei knew the power that lay behind Heero's clenched knuckles. He had seen Heero punch his fist through a wall in anger, had seen the Japanese teen do nothing more than brush off stray bits of plaster after taking out his vengeance on the inanimate object. And this knowledge angered Wufei. That Heero -- the man he was calling lover -- would deliberately raise his hand to harm him...
The Chinese man reacted in the only way he knew how... instinctively and immediately. With his left hand, he diverted the direction of Heero's fist and his right hand was already waiting to grab Heero's other fist as it aimed where its brother should have been. Wufei's right hand tightened around Heero's left fist while his left gripped Heero's right wrist. His flat-black eyes narrowed as he saw the shock filter across Heero's formerly angry expression.
"Don't you *ever* think about trying to hit me again, Yuy," Wufei hissed through clenched teeth.
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"What if I kill you?"
"You can try," Heero replied, unsheathing his sword and allowing the polished blade to catch the light of the fires. "But you'll find that I'm very hard to kill. I try to avoid pain, and dying hurts like hell."
Trowa had laughed then, for the only time that Heero could remember. Then, with a smile, Trowa dropped to one knee and pledged his loyalty to Heero.
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Noin wondered sometimes why Une hadn't just refused to allow the former Lightning Count access to Mariemaia; she had even asked the Preventers Commander a few weeks ago. The brunette had merely smiled softly, her eyes straying to the framed photo on her desk of the three of them. Then she had looked Noin straight in the eyes and answered: "Because Zechs understands what it's like to miss someone so deeply that you will do anything you can to cherish your memories. And because, despite the circumstances, he loves Mariemaia as much as I do."
=====================================================================
The laptop in front of him beeped. Duo's current location, the address of an apartment complex in Old Los Angeles, glowed on the screen. Heero's Prussian eyes gleamed with determination.
Heero's mission was to ensure the peace of the Earth Sphere and the Colonies at any cost.
And if he had to fuck Duo Maxwell to do it, then he would.
=====================================================================
"Admit it, princess, even *you* thought that reporter deserved to be shot."
"But I didn't think you'd actually do it!"
"Hey! The court cleared me of all the charges! He came rushing outta no where in the middle of the night. How was I suppose to know that it wasn't a gun in his hand?"
"It was a camera, Duo."
"Camera, gun, whatever. He was getting on my nerves."
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"Na-Nanashi...?" she choked out, her eyes turning suspiciously damp.
Trowa felt himself grow cold at the mention of his non-name and drew his shoulders back, standing up at his full height. "Midii Une," he repeated, no emotion in his voice. Turning to Quatre, but his emerald eyes not leaving the face of the blonde girl, he muttered an excuse. "I'm sorry, Quatre. I have to do something that I forgot about." Then, without waiting for a response, Trowa left the room, brushing past Lady Une and Midii and ignoring Quatre's startled exclamation.
When the heavy oak door shut behind him, Trowa leaned against the wall in the hall and looked up at the dull ceiling. Why did his past have to catch up to him now?