D: !!! [drabbles, doi]
Because my Muse is suddenly scared of big projects again, this is all I can afford to do.
FOR THE 69 CHALLENGE
52. Star Ocean 3: Until the End of Time. Hatred is holy. [Cliff x Albel, NC-17]
Inspired by the 31_days theme for August 29, 2005. Dedicated to yukitsu and kye_kestrel.
Yesterday’s battle had left both of them unsatisfied, and their today suffered because of it. Their comrades, knowing full well what it was like to have an antsy Klausian and a snappish swordsman around at the same time, swung clear of them as soon as they were able. That left the pair no choice but to turn all their negativity against each other.
What had been a verbal tussle in the corridor turned into a vicious spar of tongues and hands and will the moment they were in Albel’s room: Cliff slammed Albel back first to the wall, nearly making the younger man wince, and took of his mouth, bruising those lips against his own. He slapped back any attempt Albel made at pushing him away, risking even the boy’s claw in order to bite and lick and kiss and mark his territory. Albel cursed him just as much as he demanded his attention without ever having to say the words: Cliff could hear it, in those ragged gasps for air and harsh, strained sounds of need.
Three steps and they were in bed, Cliff above and Albel beneath, held fast by the Klausian’s weight and dizzy from the remnants of a battle high and the coming rush of lust. When he refused to suck the man the blond only tugged him closer, by the end of the broken chain around his collar. Later, when Cliff refused to give into his demands, he scratched the man across the back, before Cliff forced his clawed arm away and crushed it, first under the pressure of his grip and next with chains. Their coupling was all action and sound and no words - anyone else would have called it rape, but theirs was the sort of relationship that hadn’t exactly been consensual to begin with and the both of them agreed that if there was anything at all mutual about the two of them, it would be the drive for sex. Albel needed Cliff inside him, gripping him and all around him in order to give in, and that was the only time when it felt warm and somehow right.
“We’re never actually going to do anything without trying to kill each other first, will we?” Cliff asked of his young lover on another day, in the midst of him kissing Albel and Albel fiddling with the zipper of his pants.
“No, because I still think that running you through with my blade would give me the biggest hard on, Klausian,” Albel softly returned, with something almost like a smile. Cliff laughed, and pulled the Elicoorian to him again in the usual way: mouth to mouth, hands around a broken chain.
53. Harry Potter. I happen to have noticed several days back. [ Harry/Draco(?), pseudo-PG]
Inspired by the 31_days theme for January 22, 2007. Dedicated to ravyn_ashling.
“…Is that a hickey on Malfoy’s neck?”
“Of course it isn’t. Why is it that you notice the stupidest things at times, Ron?”
“Why is it that whenever it’s that time of the month, you’re always turning things against my like it’s my fault?”
“I am not taking anything out on you.”
“Cross your heart and hope to die before you try THAT on me again.”
“Oooooooohhhhh~~!! I could HIT you right now!”
“…Seriously, though, I think it’s a hickey.”
“Maybe. …Well. I suppose. Wait.”
“Eh?”
“…I think I saw Harry with one too.”
Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger exchanged glances.
“It CAN’T be!” they exclaimed, at the very same time. And somewhere in Hogwarts, Harry Potter sneezed in the midst of checking out a love bite on his neck in the mirror.
NOT FOR THE 69 CHALLENGE
Bloodsport. On friendship.
Inspired by the 31_days theme for September 14, 2005.
…And here is my drabble to introduce another one of Endtimes’ canon pairs, Dustin Wednesday and Raiker Dryden. <3 If you’re a fan of the slash dynamics behind Sirius Black & Remus Lupin in Harry Potter (or even Tseng & Rufus in Final Fantasy 7 @_@), I think you might like these two.
Kid Nyx, for those who didn’t already know, is one of Netsach's returning junior hunters. She'll be turning up in Chapter 8 of Bloodsport, and will do things to Tokairo that our Fire Boy will probably never forgive me for. >_<
Inquisitor-Knight Dustin Wednesday was the first of Netsach’s two Grandmasters in the hunting organization’s training center. With smiling cornflower blue eyes, perfect white teeth and spiky hair that was the sort of dark and gradient shade that went from dark yellow near the top to brown near the bottom, one would almost be led to think that he wouldn’t harm a fly in spite of his tall and very impressive build - then one would see him put a bullet right through a spinning coin and be inclined to change their minds. He hadn’t been called “Adramelech” on the battlefield for nothing. Dustin’s lady friends often called him “prime husband material!” but would never marry him themselves. Dustin was in the habit of using this to his advantage.
Inquisitor-Knight Raiker Dryden was the second of Netsach’s two Grandmasters, and had been Dustin’s partner since their days in the Methuselah’s Hunting Academy. Where Dustin was a creature of sunshine Raiker was one of books and scholarly pursuits, almost boyish in his charm with his dusty blond hair and bronzed eyes, but definitely more than a man and a half for his intelligence. He was a Branch Mage, one of the few left on Earth who could discern all stations of the Kabbalah and fight using all their strengths and none of their weaknesses. Women would look at Raiker with longing were he to pass them in a bar or on the street, but that not-too-small instinct of self-preservation would warn them about something that they would never quite be able to put their finger upon, unless they had the good fortune of seeing Raiker and Dustin meet. Then, they would know.
What Dustin was not, Raiker was, and in the same sense what Raiker was not, Dustin was. Sometimes it was difficult to see how they ever managed to work together as partners and at other times it was only too easy. As a pair they had reached that stage of friendship that went beyond definitions both classic and unconventional. It had taken the Black Christmas War, Kid Nyx’s tragedy, Harume Morimoto’s revolution, the betrayal of Benjamin Rayner - the now absentee member of their friendship that used to be a threesome - and Raiker losing both his sight and control of his legs to get them to that point.
Dustin was comfortable with this: he wasn’t about to lose another person whom he cared about, more than blood and more than his own life. It was for that reason that he had given up Hunting for as long as it took for Raiker to retrain himself, regain his ability to walk and learn to see another way in order to fight. It was for that reason that he returned to Netsach in Raiker’s company and continued to raise Kid as though she were his own daughter.
Raiker understood Dustin’s reasons for such devotion: he knew them like the back of his own hand, in the same way that he knew exactly how Dustin would react if he were to tell the man how he felt, revealing a secret about the two of them which he had been carrying for decades, since the first time he had looked up to see Dustin standing there on the other end of the classroom.
So he lived with it instead.
Endtimes: Shadowsong. Where now are kings and where are the men who passed this way before you?
Inspired by the 31_days theme for August 27, 2006.
Even at fourteen, Hikaru Shinta had been more wolf than boy or man - Marrigan Crowe had seen it in him, smelled it even, the very first time they had met, her standing in front of the broken shrine that was the Reihado Shinsei and him standing at the top of the cursed sanctuary’s rubble steps.
“I don’t need to tell you my name, I think, nor my reasons for coming here,” the boy had said to her. “They told me I needed to be strong to come here. Well, here I am.” There was amusement in his voice, as though all of this was a game and it did not strike him that he could lose his life to this beautiful creature standing in his midst.
She hadn’t answered him then, at least not in the sort of response that used words but more in the kind that sought for blood and death. She was testing him and he knew it, and for that reason they fought and he defended himself well. Of that day, however, what Marrigan remembered most was the light across Hikaru’s blades, and the lack of its reflection in his eyes.
These were things Marrigan thought of in the years to come, with nearly every day numbered in them spent at the Bladian’s side, or fighting in his name. She had made the mistake of thinking him to be like any of the other leaders she had seen in her centuries of experience - it wasn’t long before it became evident to her that about the only commonality he had with these weak, frail creatures was that on one day he was born and in another he would die. When was yet another difference. His would be a bloody and gloriously short existence akin to the sort of life the animal he named himself for lived, Marrigan and her hundred names knew, because people like him possessed strength that wasn’t meant to last without killing them in the end.
Their first was a result of a slow motion kiss under the rain, on the brink of another battle that would leave Zangyaku’s Wolf wounded but stronger. He had returned from it not because he felt the need to come back to his men but because he needed to hear her answer, and when he spoke he spoke words dripping with his own heart’s blood. She took him into her arms. That night was the first that she had seen him shed very human tears, and it would not be the last where she alone would bare witness his vulnerability and eat of it, by welcoming him inside of her and her manifold shadows.
Kasumi Aoi had once accused her of being not Hikaru Shinta’s Weapon, but Hikaru Shinta’s weakness. Marrigan did not contest this. She would leave him, she knew, and it would hurt him, but the boy had long since proven to her that dysfunction was a function. This small betrayal of hers would break off another unnecessary part of his heart, leaving only the things that mattered the most to a leader, a Bladian, and a young man who was a demon in disguise.
Love and feedback and soda bottle candies appreciated. Or you could just opt to read the damned things.
FOR THE 69 CHALLENGE
52. Star Ocean 3: Until the End of Time. Hatred is holy. [Cliff x Albel, NC-17]
Inspired by the 31_days theme for August 29, 2005. Dedicated to yukitsu and kye_kestrel.
Yesterday’s battle had left both of them unsatisfied, and their today suffered because of it. Their comrades, knowing full well what it was like to have an antsy Klausian and a snappish swordsman around at the same time, swung clear of them as soon as they were able. That left the pair no choice but to turn all their negativity against each other.
What had been a verbal tussle in the corridor turned into a vicious spar of tongues and hands and will the moment they were in Albel’s room: Cliff slammed Albel back first to the wall, nearly making the younger man wince, and took of his mouth, bruising those lips against his own. He slapped back any attempt Albel made at pushing him away, risking even the boy’s claw in order to bite and lick and kiss and mark his territory. Albel cursed him just as much as he demanded his attention without ever having to say the words: Cliff could hear it, in those ragged gasps for air and harsh, strained sounds of need.
Three steps and they were in bed, Cliff above and Albel beneath, held fast by the Klausian’s weight and dizzy from the remnants of a battle high and the coming rush of lust. When he refused to suck the man the blond only tugged him closer, by the end of the broken chain around his collar. Later, when Cliff refused to give into his demands, he scratched the man across the back, before Cliff forced his clawed arm away and crushed it, first under the pressure of his grip and next with chains. Their coupling was all action and sound and no words - anyone else would have called it rape, but theirs was the sort of relationship that hadn’t exactly been consensual to begin with and the both of them agreed that if there was anything at all mutual about the two of them, it would be the drive for sex. Albel needed Cliff inside him, gripping him and all around him in order to give in, and that was the only time when it felt warm and somehow right.
“We’re never actually going to do anything without trying to kill each other first, will we?” Cliff asked of his young lover on another day, in the midst of him kissing Albel and Albel fiddling with the zipper of his pants.
“No, because I still think that running you through with my blade would give me the biggest hard on, Klausian,” Albel softly returned, with something almost like a smile. Cliff laughed, and pulled the Elicoorian to him again in the usual way: mouth to mouth, hands around a broken chain.
53. Harry Potter. I happen to have noticed several days back. [ Harry/Draco(?), pseudo-PG]
Inspired by the 31_days theme for January 22, 2007. Dedicated to ravyn_ashling.
“…Is that a hickey on Malfoy’s neck?”
“Of course it isn’t. Why is it that you notice the stupidest things at times, Ron?”
“Why is it that whenever it’s that time of the month, you’re always turning things against my like it’s my fault?”
“I am not taking anything out on you.”
“Cross your heart and hope to die before you try THAT on me again.”
“Oooooooohhhhh~~!! I could HIT you right now!”
“…Seriously, though, I think it’s a hickey.”
“Maybe. …Well. I suppose. Wait.”
“Eh?”
“…I think I saw Harry with one too.”
Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger exchanged glances.
“It CAN’T be!” they exclaimed, at the very same time. And somewhere in Hogwarts, Harry Potter sneezed in the midst of checking out a love bite on his neck in the mirror.
NOT FOR THE 69 CHALLENGE
Bloodsport. On friendship.
Inspired by the 31_days theme for September 14, 2005.
…And here is my drabble to introduce another one of Endtimes’ canon pairs, Dustin Wednesday and Raiker Dryden. <3 If you’re a fan of the slash dynamics behind Sirius Black & Remus Lupin in Harry Potter (or even Tseng & Rufus in Final Fantasy 7 @_@), I think you might like these two.
Kid Nyx, for those who didn’t already know, is one of Netsach's returning junior hunters. She'll be turning up in Chapter 8 of Bloodsport, and will do things to Tokairo that our Fire Boy will probably never forgive me for. >_<
Inquisitor-Knight Dustin Wednesday was the first of Netsach’s two Grandmasters in the hunting organization’s training center. With smiling cornflower blue eyes, perfect white teeth and spiky hair that was the sort of dark and gradient shade that went from dark yellow near the top to brown near the bottom, one would almost be led to think that he wouldn’t harm a fly in spite of his tall and very impressive build - then one would see him put a bullet right through a spinning coin and be inclined to change their minds. He hadn’t been called “Adramelech” on the battlefield for nothing. Dustin’s lady friends often called him “prime husband material!” but would never marry him themselves. Dustin was in the habit of using this to his advantage.
Inquisitor-Knight Raiker Dryden was the second of Netsach’s two Grandmasters, and had been Dustin’s partner since their days in the Methuselah’s Hunting Academy. Where Dustin was a creature of sunshine Raiker was one of books and scholarly pursuits, almost boyish in his charm with his dusty blond hair and bronzed eyes, but definitely more than a man and a half for his intelligence. He was a Branch Mage, one of the few left on Earth who could discern all stations of the Kabbalah and fight using all their strengths and none of their weaknesses. Women would look at Raiker with longing were he to pass them in a bar or on the street, but that not-too-small instinct of self-preservation would warn them about something that they would never quite be able to put their finger upon, unless they had the good fortune of seeing Raiker and Dustin meet. Then, they would know.
What Dustin was not, Raiker was, and in the same sense what Raiker was not, Dustin was. Sometimes it was difficult to see how they ever managed to work together as partners and at other times it was only too easy. As a pair they had reached that stage of friendship that went beyond definitions both classic and unconventional. It had taken the Black Christmas War, Kid Nyx’s tragedy, Harume Morimoto’s revolution, the betrayal of Benjamin Rayner - the now absentee member of their friendship that used to be a threesome - and Raiker losing both his sight and control of his legs to get them to that point.
Dustin was comfortable with this: he wasn’t about to lose another person whom he cared about, more than blood and more than his own life. It was for that reason that he had given up Hunting for as long as it took for Raiker to retrain himself, regain his ability to walk and learn to see another way in order to fight. It was for that reason that he returned to Netsach in Raiker’s company and continued to raise Kid as though she were his own daughter.
Raiker understood Dustin’s reasons for such devotion: he knew them like the back of his own hand, in the same way that he knew exactly how Dustin would react if he were to tell the man how he felt, revealing a secret about the two of them which he had been carrying for decades, since the first time he had looked up to see Dustin standing there on the other end of the classroom.
So he lived with it instead.
Endtimes: Shadowsong. Where now are kings and where are the men who passed this way before you?
Inspired by the 31_days theme for August 27, 2006.
Even at fourteen, Hikaru Shinta had been more wolf than boy or man - Marrigan Crowe had seen it in him, smelled it even, the very first time they had met, her standing in front of the broken shrine that was the Reihado Shinsei and him standing at the top of the cursed sanctuary’s rubble steps.
“I don’t need to tell you my name, I think, nor my reasons for coming here,” the boy had said to her. “They told me I needed to be strong to come here. Well, here I am.” There was amusement in his voice, as though all of this was a game and it did not strike him that he could lose his life to this beautiful creature standing in his midst.
She hadn’t answered him then, at least not in the sort of response that used words but more in the kind that sought for blood and death. She was testing him and he knew it, and for that reason they fought and he defended himself well. Of that day, however, what Marrigan remembered most was the light across Hikaru’s blades, and the lack of its reflection in his eyes.
These were things Marrigan thought of in the years to come, with nearly every day numbered in them spent at the Bladian’s side, or fighting in his name. She had made the mistake of thinking him to be like any of the other leaders she had seen in her centuries of experience - it wasn’t long before it became evident to her that about the only commonality he had with these weak, frail creatures was that on one day he was born and in another he would die. When was yet another difference. His would be a bloody and gloriously short existence akin to the sort of life the animal he named himself for lived, Marrigan and her hundred names knew, because people like him possessed strength that wasn’t meant to last without killing them in the end.
Their first was a result of a slow motion kiss under the rain, on the brink of another battle that would leave Zangyaku’s Wolf wounded but stronger. He had returned from it not because he felt the need to come back to his men but because he needed to hear her answer, and when he spoke he spoke words dripping with his own heart’s blood. She took him into her arms. That night was the first that she had seen him shed very human tears, and it would not be the last where she alone would bare witness his vulnerability and eat of it, by welcoming him inside of her and her manifold shadows.
Kasumi Aoi had once accused her of being not Hikaru Shinta’s Weapon, but Hikaru Shinta’s weakness. Marrigan did not contest this. She would leave him, she knew, and it would hurt him, but the boy had long since proven to her that dysfunction was a function. This small betrayal of hers would break off another unnecessary part of his heart, leaving only the things that mattered the most to a leader, a Bladian, and a young man who was a demon in disguise.
Love and feedback and soda bottle candies appreciated. Or you could just opt to read the damned things.