second post for the day~ [iWHORE & 69age]
Here's another set, this time both porny and somewhat normal. :3
My earlier post was purely for The 69 Challenge and had fucked up coding until archangel_dream was kind enough to point it out. X3 *huggles* Much love.
FOR THE 69 CHALLENGE.
16. Ai no Kusabi. God's terrible face. [Iason x Riki, NC-17]
Theme taken from 31_days for March 18, 2006. Originally requested for iWHORE by khursten.
With real chains and a frightening smile did Iason bind him, wrists together, legs apart, body inmeshed in a gilded cage both unbearably tight and delightfully tormenting. Riki knew he'd lose his mind in this darkness -- it was a surrender he and his Master had played out many times before in the past, in other equally painful permutations.
"There are only six balls in your ass and already, you're trembling." Pale eyebrows moved upward, disappearing into equally pale hair. "You've taken more with greater dignity, Riki. Do not disappoint me."
When he did not answer Iason's boot moved beneath his chin, to lift it up from the ground. The sight of Iason's face stole what little breath he had left, wresting from him that last shred of control. Face of a god, that one, beautiful and horrifying all in the same.
"I... I want... I can't..."
"You are with me to please me. It does not work the other way."
Iason drew closer, throwing Riki into his shadow -- the closeness hid the Blondie's face from view, and at that disappearance Riki thought he felt himself sob. Then Iason lowered himself and again, that face. He had died, time and again, reflect back to himself through those eyes.
A slow kiss, with tongue in his mouth. His pain became nothing.
"What do you want, Riki?"
"Y-you... you, Master, i-inside me."
Iason smiled. The face moved away from him as the Blondie moved about, looming closer, hands dangerously near a most dangerous place.
"Then let me hear you cry for it."
17. Gundam Seed. Am I encased in this devil's plan? [Natalie x Murrue, PG]
Theme taken from 31_days for July 9, 2006. Requested by miyachan! <3
Being the old school sort of soldier, Natali had disapproved of the army's selection of uniform for its distinguished women in the service. Pencil cut skirts were unpractical in their tightness, and stockings only served to heat the blood and heighten the fantasies of the many strange ones in their ranks.
The use of the uniform finally revealed itself to her one fine morning, after another night of clandestine debauchery with Murrue. The skirt was long and tight enough to snugly disguise a moderately sized vibrator between her lover's legs.
In the days to follow, Mwu would be left to puzzle over the change of pitch in Murrue's voice, and why she always looked ready to faint.
NOT FOR THE 69 CHALLENGE.
Endtimes. Time Travel is Lonely. [Lorenzo & Liandrin, with Aidan on the side]
Theme taken from 31_days for December 31, 2006. Requested by sindapa, who wanted Lorenzo, and khursten, who wanted Aidan. I somehow managed to hit two birds with one stone for this. XD
It was difficult for him to determine exactly what it was that he found lovely in her. She was human: most of his kind viewed her as walking food, and others considered her existence pitiful because she was mortal and would eventually die. Being of both denominations and none at once, he didn't know what to make of Liandrin, the girl who was more his handler than his partner. That age and someday death would reach her seemed an impossibility, in light of strength and grace.
"She has witch blood," Aidan told him. "She will age, but it won't be in the way others age."
Lorenzo made an odd sound and lowered his head down on the table as the boss continued working. The Voidseeker's answer hadn't brought him any closer to knowing.
"What's it like, living knowing you won't age?"
"I don't think about such things."
But he must have thought of them before, Lorenzo figured, because he had seen Aidan in his younger days when Setsuna still walked the earth. Of the Four, the Shield was the only truly mortal one. Back then, when Aidan had been arrogant enough to think he could make it all go on forever with a word and a wave of his hand, looking at Setsuna seemed to make him always a little sad.
This was not the case with Rethe. A soul eater WAS death. Death did not come for itself.
"How long will Lia live?"
"Three hundred years, give or take a few centuries." A small smile crossed Aidan's lips as he glanced at Lorenzo. "You and she will still be partners long after Netsach turns to dust."
Morbid delivery but the thought was a little comforting.
"What is it this time?" Liandrin later asked him, during one of their routine patrols.
"Just thinking," Lorenzo mumbled, with a hand in his pocket and another raked through his hair. "Three hundred years is enough time for one to figure out how to brew tea the way you like it. That might make me more useful, I guess."
Liandrin's incredulous stare and dainty sniff were her version of embarassment, and Lorenzo was content with that.
D.Grayman. Treat him like a lady.
Theme taken from 31_days for July 21, 2006. Requested for iWHORE by sindapa.
"Ne, ne, ne! Allen, wanna know what'd REALLY piss Yuu-chan off?"
"...Uh. I was kind of hoping to avoid doing that."
"Aw, c'mon! It'll be fun!"
"..."
"Please? Pretty please? Pretty, pretty, pretty please?"
"All right, all right! What do you want me to do?"
"Be nice to him! Open doors to let him pass first, offer him your place in line at the cafeteria, compliment him on his hair or eyes or something!"
Allen stared. Rabi grinned. Three hours later he tried it, and his reward was a slap to the face and a blushing young samurai for the next two days.
Love Mode. With infinite regret and negligible hesitation. [Izumi, regarding Reiji]
Host Club Izumi, people, not HOMO JA NAI! Izumi. XD
Inspired by the 31_days theme for May 16, 2006. Requested for iWHORE by khursten.
He was Number One but not his Number One, and this fact haunted him with every new lover he took into his arms. He liked to imagine what it would be like, to be the adored one of he who was his raison d'etre: to wake up every morning to that smell on his pillow, that voice echoing low in his ears.
With all hands and no heart he devoted himself to his work because he could hide himself in his rooms at the tower and never have to look up and imagine that shadow moving by his door.
Ouran High School Host Club. Tricked fox. [Kaoru, with Haruhi]
Inspired by the 31_days theme for February 26, 2006. Requested for iWHORE by khursten. Sorry if it's lame... I don't know where this came from either. >_<
"My brother Hikaru," Kaoru then said to Haruhi with an air of profound knowledge and clear superiority, "is a particularly unique member of the male species."
Haruhi blinked, and then blinked again. They were alone in the Third Music Room of the Ouran Academy, with sunlight and cherry rose sencha tea.
"He knows all the tricks in the book -- he created at least a third of the Ouran-grade ones. As such, he is wily, prone to suspicion in even the smallest matters, and reads into the smallest gestures, or does not read into them all. I will admit, grudgingly, that that is one of his few, negligible flaws."
"Um. Kaoru-kun."
"You must approach him with caution. If you choose not this method, then find yourself a proper fox trap and be prepared to make sacrifices."
"Kaoru..."
"He WILL suspect you, even if you end up doing nothing."
"Kaoru."
The Hiitachin paused, but not without a small amount of exasperation. Haruhi smiled.
"Really, I don't think it's THAT hard to surprise him. Or be with him."
Kaoru did not speak for fifteen seconds.
"...Okay. So maybe I exaggerate just a bit."
XXXHOLiC. To Aurora, not to hurry.
Inspired by the 31_days theme for September 23, 2005. Requested for iWHORE by khursten.
He said he liked to watch her smoke. The pipe became her; the smoke became her. In her slow exhale was the taste of her lips.
Clow had always been the gentleman but Yuuko was not a gentle lady. Nevertheless, from that day forward she always smoked her hemp from a pip, and did so slowly, imagining how he'd smile.
Bloodsport. A series of unlikely but significant events.
And here is a small glance at things to come in future arcs of Bloodsport. ^_^
Inspired by the 31_days theme for November 5, 2005. Requested for iWHORE by yukitsu.
When Aidan Clayce had asked her, not as a Hunter but as a friend, to entertain Hikaru Shinta and take care of him while he was in Ireland, Miriam did not hesitate. Contrary to popular belief, her disagreements with Zangyaku's youngest and most charismatic leader were professional, outside of work, Hikaru was a most charming individual, and it was comforting to know that he removed a bit of his armor when there was nothing of value to barter nor any reason for him to hide.
In the weeks of Aidan and Alistair's absence from the metropolis, it became their daily habit to brunch at the favorite cafe of Arcis' Hunting professionals, be they Netsach's, Wachter's, Zangyaku's or the Hearth's. They'd talk on small nothings and between the lines of their unwritten script Miriam began to discover the tiniest details of Hikaru's life and personality. It was never said directly, but Miriam was a scientist by profession -- observation was what she excelled in.
On a Wednesday, a mild, off-handed comment on Miriam's administrative capabilities piqued her curiousity, and soon afterward they were discussing a great many blasphemous things -- blasphemous, at least, to the delicate ears of the Wiseman's Committee. That afternoon, Miriam understood how it was that Hikaru could be, first and foremost, a man of ideas rather than action.
On the last day they had before they donned their masks, they swore that this would be something even a Voidseeker wouldn't see coming.
Endtimes. Nobody loses all the time; there is no excuse for May.
Inspired by the 31_days theme for March 27, 2006. Requested for iWHORE by khursten.
Rethe Kyriff had, exactly as Alistair Mordechai expected, completely failed his first assignment. That was not to say that it was the boy's fault -- there was nothing to be done regarding inexperience, and to say that their superiors considered only their own whimsies too often would be doing them a service through the professional art of understating details.
What troubled Alistair was the consequences of a failure on that level during such a high-profile mission. Rethe, as if to pay the price for both losing and for his own looks, promptly went missing after his last transmission to them, which ended in a smattering of gunfire and screams. Ganymede Erasmus worried the carpet all evening as Alistair prepared himself, and sent him off to save their charge with a bag of sandwiches and a pack of his favorite cigarettes. They were her blessing, her small "good luck".
Two days of searching, and on the brink of the third Alistair found Rethe naked and broken on the floor of a warehouse near the docks. Sex toys, pills and pools of piss and cum were all over the floor. When the boy saw him he tried to speak but nothing but a broken whisper and a trickle of blood from his mouth came out of it. Alistair killed the men guarding the warehouse -- he found them playing poker out back, talking of torture and money and high-class aphrodisiacs. He made sure to shoot each of them through the dick. It was the least they deserved.
He held the boy wrapped in a blanket the whole car trip, half-listening to the driver (a newbie) try to talk him up. Rethe was small and feeble in his arms, breath rattling against broken ribs and fever dreams.
For the next two weeks Alistair stayed in as the boy recovered, but never said a word even though he knew Rethe was expecting him to.
When the next assignment proved as outrageous as the last one Alistair personally marched over to the main house to have a word with Ouki Yamada about eliminating a weak link or two in their chain. Ouki agreed, the men died and Alistair was content.
Rethe thanked him with a hand over his own and a kiss on the mouth and an offer to do more. Alistair smoked his cigarete and grunted a "go and practice; your aim sucks".
EDITS PLZ. ...Omg, I spent practically the whole day drabbling! D: D: D:
My earlier post was purely for The 69 Challenge and had fucked up coding until archangel_dream was kind enough to point it out. X3 *huggles* Much love.
FOR THE 69 CHALLENGE.
16. Ai no Kusabi. God's terrible face. [Iason x Riki, NC-17]
Theme taken from 31_days for March 18, 2006. Originally requested for iWHORE by khursten.
With real chains and a frightening smile did Iason bind him, wrists together, legs apart, body inmeshed in a gilded cage both unbearably tight and delightfully tormenting. Riki knew he'd lose his mind in this darkness -- it was a surrender he and his Master had played out many times before in the past, in other equally painful permutations.
"There are only six balls in your ass and already, you're trembling." Pale eyebrows moved upward, disappearing into equally pale hair. "You've taken more with greater dignity, Riki. Do not disappoint me."
When he did not answer Iason's boot moved beneath his chin, to lift it up from the ground. The sight of Iason's face stole what little breath he had left, wresting from him that last shred of control. Face of a god, that one, beautiful and horrifying all in the same.
"I... I want... I can't..."
"You are with me to please me. It does not work the other way."
Iason drew closer, throwing Riki into his shadow -- the closeness hid the Blondie's face from view, and at that disappearance Riki thought he felt himself sob. Then Iason lowered himself and again, that face. He had died, time and again, reflect back to himself through those eyes.
A slow kiss, with tongue in his mouth. His pain became nothing.
"What do you want, Riki?"
"Y-you... you, Master, i-inside me."
Iason smiled. The face moved away from him as the Blondie moved about, looming closer, hands dangerously near a most dangerous place.
"Then let me hear you cry for it."
17. Gundam Seed. Am I encased in this devil's plan? [Natalie x Murrue, PG]
Theme taken from 31_days for July 9, 2006. Requested by miyachan! <3
Being the old school sort of soldier, Natali had disapproved of the army's selection of uniform for its distinguished women in the service. Pencil cut skirts were unpractical in their tightness, and stockings only served to heat the blood and heighten the fantasies of the many strange ones in their ranks.
The use of the uniform finally revealed itself to her one fine morning, after another night of clandestine debauchery with Murrue. The skirt was long and tight enough to snugly disguise a moderately sized vibrator between her lover's legs.
In the days to follow, Mwu would be left to puzzle over the change of pitch in Murrue's voice, and why she always looked ready to faint.
NOT FOR THE 69 CHALLENGE.
Endtimes. Time Travel is Lonely. [Lorenzo & Liandrin, with Aidan on the side]
Theme taken from 31_days for December 31, 2006. Requested by sindapa, who wanted Lorenzo, and khursten, who wanted Aidan. I somehow managed to hit two birds with one stone for this. XD
It was difficult for him to determine exactly what it was that he found lovely in her. She was human: most of his kind viewed her as walking food, and others considered her existence pitiful because she was mortal and would eventually die. Being of both denominations and none at once, he didn't know what to make of Liandrin, the girl who was more his handler than his partner. That age and someday death would reach her seemed an impossibility, in light of strength and grace.
"She has witch blood," Aidan told him. "She will age, but it won't be in the way others age."
Lorenzo made an odd sound and lowered his head down on the table as the boss continued working. The Voidseeker's answer hadn't brought him any closer to knowing.
"What's it like, living knowing you won't age?"
"I don't think about such things."
But he must have thought of them before, Lorenzo figured, because he had seen Aidan in his younger days when Setsuna still walked the earth. Of the Four, the Shield was the only truly mortal one. Back then, when Aidan had been arrogant enough to think he could make it all go on forever with a word and a wave of his hand, looking at Setsuna seemed to make him always a little sad.
This was not the case with Rethe. A soul eater WAS death. Death did not come for itself.
"How long will Lia live?"
"Three hundred years, give or take a few centuries." A small smile crossed Aidan's lips as he glanced at Lorenzo. "You and she will still be partners long after Netsach turns to dust."
Morbid delivery but the thought was a little comforting.
"What is it this time?" Liandrin later asked him, during one of their routine patrols.
"Just thinking," Lorenzo mumbled, with a hand in his pocket and another raked through his hair. "Three hundred years is enough time for one to figure out how to brew tea the way you like it. That might make me more useful, I guess."
Liandrin's incredulous stare and dainty sniff were her version of embarassment, and Lorenzo was content with that.
D.Grayman. Treat him like a lady.
Theme taken from 31_days for July 21, 2006. Requested for iWHORE by sindapa.
"Ne, ne, ne! Allen, wanna know what'd REALLY piss Yuu-chan off?"
"...Uh. I was kind of hoping to avoid doing that."
"Aw, c'mon! It'll be fun!"
"..."
"Please? Pretty please? Pretty, pretty, pretty please?"
"All right, all right! What do you want me to do?"
"Be nice to him! Open doors to let him pass first, offer him your place in line at the cafeteria, compliment him on his hair or eyes or something!"
Allen stared. Rabi grinned. Three hours later he tried it, and his reward was a slap to the face and a blushing young samurai for the next two days.
Love Mode. With infinite regret and negligible hesitation. [Izumi, regarding Reiji]
Host Club Izumi, people, not HOMO JA NAI! Izumi. XD
Inspired by the 31_days theme for May 16, 2006. Requested for iWHORE by khursten.
He was Number One but not his Number One, and this fact haunted him with every new lover he took into his arms. He liked to imagine what it would be like, to be the adored one of he who was his raison d'etre: to wake up every morning to that smell on his pillow, that voice echoing low in his ears.
With all hands and no heart he devoted himself to his work because he could hide himself in his rooms at the tower and never have to look up and imagine that shadow moving by his door.
Ouran High School Host Club. Tricked fox. [Kaoru, with Haruhi]
Inspired by the 31_days theme for February 26, 2006. Requested for iWHORE by khursten. Sorry if it's lame... I don't know where this came from either. >_<
"My brother Hikaru," Kaoru then said to Haruhi with an air of profound knowledge and clear superiority, "is a particularly unique member of the male species."
Haruhi blinked, and then blinked again. They were alone in the Third Music Room of the Ouran Academy, with sunlight and cherry rose sencha tea.
"He knows all the tricks in the book -- he created at least a third of the Ouran-grade ones. As such, he is wily, prone to suspicion in even the smallest matters, and reads into the smallest gestures, or does not read into them all. I will admit, grudgingly, that that is one of his few, negligible flaws."
"Um. Kaoru-kun."
"You must approach him with caution. If you choose not this method, then find yourself a proper fox trap and be prepared to make sacrifices."
"Kaoru..."
"He WILL suspect you, even if you end up doing nothing."
"Kaoru."
The Hiitachin paused, but not without a small amount of exasperation. Haruhi smiled.
"Really, I don't think it's THAT hard to surprise him. Or be with him."
Kaoru did not speak for fifteen seconds.
"...Okay. So maybe I exaggerate just a bit."
XXXHOLiC. To Aurora, not to hurry.
Inspired by the 31_days theme for September 23, 2005. Requested for iWHORE by khursten.
He said he liked to watch her smoke. The pipe became her; the smoke became her. In her slow exhale was the taste of her lips.
Clow had always been the gentleman but Yuuko was not a gentle lady. Nevertheless, from that day forward she always smoked her hemp from a pip, and did so slowly, imagining how he'd smile.
Bloodsport. A series of unlikely but significant events.
And here is a small glance at things to come in future arcs of Bloodsport. ^_^
Inspired by the 31_days theme for November 5, 2005. Requested for iWHORE by yukitsu.
When Aidan Clayce had asked her, not as a Hunter but as a friend, to entertain Hikaru Shinta and take care of him while he was in Ireland, Miriam did not hesitate. Contrary to popular belief, her disagreements with Zangyaku's youngest and most charismatic leader were professional, outside of work, Hikaru was a most charming individual, and it was comforting to know that he removed a bit of his armor when there was nothing of value to barter nor any reason for him to hide.
In the weeks of Aidan and Alistair's absence from the metropolis, it became their daily habit to brunch at the favorite cafe of Arcis' Hunting professionals, be they Netsach's, Wachter's, Zangyaku's or the Hearth's. They'd talk on small nothings and between the lines of their unwritten script Miriam began to discover the tiniest details of Hikaru's life and personality. It was never said directly, but Miriam was a scientist by profession -- observation was what she excelled in.
On a Wednesday, a mild, off-handed comment on Miriam's administrative capabilities piqued her curiousity, and soon afterward they were discussing a great many blasphemous things -- blasphemous, at least, to the delicate ears of the Wiseman's Committee. That afternoon, Miriam understood how it was that Hikaru could be, first and foremost, a man of ideas rather than action.
On the last day they had before they donned their masks, they swore that this would be something even a Voidseeker wouldn't see coming.
Endtimes. Nobody loses all the time; there is no excuse for May.
Inspired by the 31_days theme for March 27, 2006. Requested for iWHORE by khursten.
Rethe Kyriff had, exactly as Alistair Mordechai expected, completely failed his first assignment. That was not to say that it was the boy's fault -- there was nothing to be done regarding inexperience, and to say that their superiors considered only their own whimsies too often would be doing them a service through the professional art of understating details.
What troubled Alistair was the consequences of a failure on that level during such a high-profile mission. Rethe, as if to pay the price for both losing and for his own looks, promptly went missing after his last transmission to them, which ended in a smattering of gunfire and screams. Ganymede Erasmus worried the carpet all evening as Alistair prepared himself, and sent him off to save their charge with a bag of sandwiches and a pack of his favorite cigarettes. They were her blessing, her small "good luck".
Two days of searching, and on the brink of the third Alistair found Rethe naked and broken on the floor of a warehouse near the docks. Sex toys, pills and pools of piss and cum were all over the floor. When the boy saw him he tried to speak but nothing but a broken whisper and a trickle of blood from his mouth came out of it. Alistair killed the men guarding the warehouse -- he found them playing poker out back, talking of torture and money and high-class aphrodisiacs. He made sure to shoot each of them through the dick. It was the least they deserved.
He held the boy wrapped in a blanket the whole car trip, half-listening to the driver (a newbie) try to talk him up. Rethe was small and feeble in his arms, breath rattling against broken ribs and fever dreams.
For the next two weeks Alistair stayed in as the boy recovered, but never said a word even though he knew Rethe was expecting him to.
When the next assignment proved as outrageous as the last one Alistair personally marched over to the main house to have a word with Ouki Yamada about eliminating a weak link or two in their chain. Ouki agreed, the men died and Alistair was content.
Rethe thanked him with a hand over his own and a kiss on the mouth and an offer to do more. Alistair smoked his cigarete and grunted a "go and practice; your aim sucks".
EDITS PLZ. ...Omg, I spent practically the whole day drabbling! D: D: D: