I can't believe I wrote this. x.x
When I posted that 'fanfic meme' thing, I mentioned that I had written a bad PR smut a long time ago, but lost it. Well, I finally found a way to open the file and decided to be brave enough to post it. Sort of a 'look how far I've come as a writer' thing. Also a 'this is why, while I love Observe the Viewing Globe, I will never, *ever* be contributing a story to the project as a writer.
I *might* (major emphasis on might, as Bright Skies and Fade to Darkness are the current loves of my life) try to re-work this someday and post it with out the bad attempt at writing sex. Because the plot isn't that bad, but ... as soon as the sex comes along, Andros is so out of character I want to cry. While this has been edited for grammar and spelling, it is otherwise exactly the way I originally wote it.
Without further ado, my first attempt ever at a Power Rangers smut. Also the reason why I'll never do it again.
Andros stood quietly in his room, trying to calm himself. Zhane was alive. After two years of leaving him in hypersleep on some vague hope that he might be saved when technology was able, he was awake. The very thought that he was touring the Megaship again after all this time was threatening to overwhelm him.
A light knock sounded on his door. Taking a deep breath, he managed to call "Come in."
The door slid open and closed with a faint whisper of air, and he felt someone move behind him. Arms slid around his waist, beginning to pull him close. He jerked away, turning around to find Zhane's slightly hurt expression. "Zhane ... " He stopped, swallowing, and tried to steady his voice. "It's been two years. I can't just-"
"It's been two years for you," Zhane interrupted softly. "To me it's been days. I still feel exactly the same about you now as I always have."
"I ... " Andros faltered. "I can't just start right back where we started, Zhane! I - "
He was cut off by Zhane pulling him tight against his chest. "I didn't leave you alone on purpose, Andros," Zhane told him, his voice soft yet firm. "I swore I would be there for you, and I'm sorry I haven't been. All I could think of during that battle was that I couldn't lose you."
"And what about me?" Andros cried, glaring up at him as he fought to pull back again. "I couldn't lose you, Zhane! You knew that! You left me alone!"
Zhane winced, but refused to loosen his grip. He was slightly surprised to discover Andros was stronger than he had been, but he was thinner, too. Most likely starving himself again, his usual self-inflicted punishment for losing someone he cared about. "Andros, I didn't mean to knock myself into a coma for two years," he said irritably, his patience wearing thin. "But all I can do to make it up to you is be there for you now."
"I don't want you to be here now!" Andros shot back, even as his heart panged in disagreement. "I'm fine on my own! I've been fine! I have a Ranger team, I have friends! And...and Ashley likes me!"
Zhane stared at him. "Do you like her?" he asked, slowly, deliberately.
Andros hesitated for just a split second. "Yes."
Zhane smiled. "Liar," he breathed, and kissed him.
Andros found himself drowning in the kiss. He'd missed the sensations Zhane gave him. Though it was hard to believe, he almost forgot how amazing Zhane tasted; a mix of mint and chocolate. He still smelled like vanilla, he mused silently as Zhane finally pulled away.
"I love you," Zhane whispered, resting his forehead against the smaller boy's. "I have always loved you, and I will always love you. Two years of hypersleep, new friends, and a girl with a crush on you isn't going to change that."
"And if I've changed?" Andros asked as his heart pounded at how close Zhane was.
Zhane smiled again. "Then I'll have to convince you to change back." He leaned foreword and kissed him again.
"Zhane ... " Andros sighed as they broke apart.
"Yes?" Zhane murmured, kissing along Andros' jaw line.
"We can't just ... "
The kisses kept going as he brushed the long hair back. "Mm - hmm?"
"Start where we ... "
"Left off?" Zhane finished, nibbling gently on Andros' ear as he gasped. "Why not?"
"That's not fair!" he protested weakly.
"Is too," Zhane teased, kissing along the back of his neck as his hands drifted slowly down to Andros' waist. "So your ear is still your turn - on spot?"
"Zhane!" The word dissolved into a soft moan as he nibbled on the other ear. Finding him officially distracted, Zhane took advantage of the opportunity to grab the hem of Andros' shirt and tug it up gently. Andros tried to protest again, but was stopped with a kiss. Trailing his fingertips along Andros' stomach, Zhane was finally able to remove the shirt and reveal the pale, creamy skin beneath. He placed feather-light kisses along each piece of freshly exposed skin, and Andros shivered. A smile drifted across Zhane's face at the motion. He had won, and the both knew it. Andros was his for the taking.
Finding the idea appealing, he swiftly went to work on the pants, leaving Andros gloriously nude. He blushed at Zhane's stare, fidgeting slightly.
Zhane's smiled widened. "You're always beautiful to me, Andros," he murmured. "And you're even more beautiful when you blush." He chuckled softly, and kissed Andros' cheek as the blush deepened.
"Don't I get to see you?" Andros asked softly.
He was answered with another gentle kiss as Zhane pulled his own shirt off over his head. Andros smiled, running his fingers along the muscular chest. His hands went low suddenly, only to be caught in the process of removing Zhane's pants. "That's my job," the Silver Ranger teased softly. The pants were gone without further ado, and Andros was being slowly inched back toward the bed as the kisses became more passionate.
Andros jumped slightly as his knees hit the bed, and found himself being carefully lowered down. His arms tightened around Zhane's neck, pulling the other down with him, and found himself pinned.
Zhane grinned wolfishly and kissed the base of Andros' throat, delighting in the faint mewling noise he made. "I missed that," he whispered, nuzzling into Andros' neck. He flipped the other over without warning, lightly pinching his ass. "Missed that, too," he added, making Andros blush again.
His hand automatically went to the convenient hiding place in bottom of the bunk above them and pulled out what he needed. "Still thinking of everything," he commented as he began to prepare Andros. The other mewled again, and Zhane's hand went low, turning the cute mewling into moans.
And then he was ready, and Zhane found himself connected to his lover in the most intimate way possible. Andros cried out softly, and he nuzzled his neck, kissing his shoulder. There was a whimper after a moment, and he tried to force him to move. The smile reappeared, and Zhane began to thrust in and out at a maddeningly slow place. Making a frustrated noise, Andros tried to move back against him, and Zhane nearly lost his control. Wrapping an arm tightly around the slim waist while the other hand entertained Andros, he began to thrust slightly deeper, still trying to maintain the slow pace. "You're not getting me that easily," he said into his ear, his voice breathy with desire.
"Please," Andros whimpered.
"Please what?"
"More."
"More?"
"More!" he whined, thrusting back hard without warning.
Zhane shuddered. He leaned farther forward, nipping lightly at Andros' neck and producing another mewl as he went even deeper. He drew back, leaving him almost completely before pulling Andros back against him. The other boy cried out softly again. Soon he let himself get lost in a steady rhythm of thrusts and moans.
It seemed like hours later when they finally laid still, holding one another tightly. Andros cuddled against Zhane's chest, and the taller boy rested his chin on his head. "Was that bad?" Zhane asked softly, a smile in his voice to show he was teasing again.
"No," Andros mumbled, nuzzling into Zhane's shoulder. "I liked it."
"I liked you," Zhane returned, kissing his neck again.
"I love you."
He raised an eyebrow. "So you do love me and not Ashley?"
"Zhane ... "
"Do you?"
"Of course."
"Can't hear you."
Andros bopped him lightly in the shoulder before looking up. "I love you," he said seriously.
Zhane smiled warmly. "I love you, too." He kissed his forehead. "You're mine, and I'll never let you go."
Andros raised an eyebrow in one of the looks he was becoming infamous for. "Really?"
"Yup. I claimed you fair and square." He pinched his ass again, eliciting a small yelp. "All mine," he continued, kissing his neck and shoulder before pulling him close again.
Andros smiled. "Think I can claim you someday?"
"Hmm ... no."
"Why not?"
"Because I get the top," he informed him, then smiled. "Besides, you already claimed something." He placed Andros' hand over his heart.
Andros sighed. "This is your way of saying I'll never get the top, isn't it?"
"Yup." The smiled turned into a grin as he kissed his temple. "What can I say? I love that tight ass of yours."
"I thought you said you love me!"
"I do. And everything that comes with you." Another light kiss. "Cute face, nice body, cute ass, and cute attitude."
"I do not have an attitude!"
"Sure you don't, Andros."
"I don't!"
"Mm - hmm."
I *might* (major emphasis on might, as Bright Skies and Fade to Darkness are the current loves of my life) try to re-work this someday and post it with out the bad attempt at writing sex. Because the plot isn't that bad, but ... as soon as the sex comes along, Andros is so out of character I want to cry. While this has been edited for grammar and spelling, it is otherwise exactly the way I originally wote it.
Without further ado, my first attempt ever at a Power Rangers smut. Also the reason why I'll never do it again.
Andros stood quietly in his room, trying to calm himself. Zhane was alive. After two years of leaving him in hypersleep on some vague hope that he might be saved when technology was able, he was awake. The very thought that he was touring the Megaship again after all this time was threatening to overwhelm him.
A light knock sounded on his door. Taking a deep breath, he managed to call "Come in."
The door slid open and closed with a faint whisper of air, and he felt someone move behind him. Arms slid around his waist, beginning to pull him close. He jerked away, turning around to find Zhane's slightly hurt expression. "Zhane ... " He stopped, swallowing, and tried to steady his voice. "It's been two years. I can't just-"
"It's been two years for you," Zhane interrupted softly. "To me it's been days. I still feel exactly the same about you now as I always have."
"I ... " Andros faltered. "I can't just start right back where we started, Zhane! I - "
He was cut off by Zhane pulling him tight against his chest. "I didn't leave you alone on purpose, Andros," Zhane told him, his voice soft yet firm. "I swore I would be there for you, and I'm sorry I haven't been. All I could think of during that battle was that I couldn't lose you."
"And what about me?" Andros cried, glaring up at him as he fought to pull back again. "I couldn't lose you, Zhane! You knew that! You left me alone!"
Zhane winced, but refused to loosen his grip. He was slightly surprised to discover Andros was stronger than he had been, but he was thinner, too. Most likely starving himself again, his usual self-inflicted punishment for losing someone he cared about. "Andros, I didn't mean to knock myself into a coma for two years," he said irritably, his patience wearing thin. "But all I can do to make it up to you is be there for you now."
"I don't want you to be here now!" Andros shot back, even as his heart panged in disagreement. "I'm fine on my own! I've been fine! I have a Ranger team, I have friends! And...and Ashley likes me!"
Zhane stared at him. "Do you like her?" he asked, slowly, deliberately.
Andros hesitated for just a split second. "Yes."
Zhane smiled. "Liar," he breathed, and kissed him.
Andros found himself drowning in the kiss. He'd missed the sensations Zhane gave him. Though it was hard to believe, he almost forgot how amazing Zhane tasted; a mix of mint and chocolate. He still smelled like vanilla, he mused silently as Zhane finally pulled away.
"I love you," Zhane whispered, resting his forehead against the smaller boy's. "I have always loved you, and I will always love you. Two years of hypersleep, new friends, and a girl with a crush on you isn't going to change that."
"And if I've changed?" Andros asked as his heart pounded at how close Zhane was.
Zhane smiled again. "Then I'll have to convince you to change back." He leaned foreword and kissed him again.
"Zhane ... " Andros sighed as they broke apart.
"Yes?" Zhane murmured, kissing along Andros' jaw line.
"We can't just ... "
The kisses kept going as he brushed the long hair back. "Mm - hmm?"
"Start where we ... "
"Left off?" Zhane finished, nibbling gently on Andros' ear as he gasped. "Why not?"
"That's not fair!" he protested weakly.
"Is too," Zhane teased, kissing along the back of his neck as his hands drifted slowly down to Andros' waist. "So your ear is still your turn - on spot?"
"Zhane!" The word dissolved into a soft moan as he nibbled on the other ear. Finding him officially distracted, Zhane took advantage of the opportunity to grab the hem of Andros' shirt and tug it up gently. Andros tried to protest again, but was stopped with a kiss. Trailing his fingertips along Andros' stomach, Zhane was finally able to remove the shirt and reveal the pale, creamy skin beneath. He placed feather-light kisses along each piece of freshly exposed skin, and Andros shivered. A smile drifted across Zhane's face at the motion. He had won, and the both knew it. Andros was his for the taking.
Finding the idea appealing, he swiftly went to work on the pants, leaving Andros gloriously nude. He blushed at Zhane's stare, fidgeting slightly.
Zhane's smiled widened. "You're always beautiful to me, Andros," he murmured. "And you're even more beautiful when you blush." He chuckled softly, and kissed Andros' cheek as the blush deepened.
"Don't I get to see you?" Andros asked softly.
He was answered with another gentle kiss as Zhane pulled his own shirt off over his head. Andros smiled, running his fingers along the muscular chest. His hands went low suddenly, only to be caught in the process of removing Zhane's pants. "That's my job," the Silver Ranger teased softly. The pants were gone without further ado, and Andros was being slowly inched back toward the bed as the kisses became more passionate.
Andros jumped slightly as his knees hit the bed, and found himself being carefully lowered down. His arms tightened around Zhane's neck, pulling the other down with him, and found himself pinned.
Zhane grinned wolfishly and kissed the base of Andros' throat, delighting in the faint mewling noise he made. "I missed that," he whispered, nuzzling into Andros' neck. He flipped the other over without warning, lightly pinching his ass. "Missed that, too," he added, making Andros blush again.
His hand automatically went to the convenient hiding place in bottom of the bunk above them and pulled out what he needed. "Still thinking of everything," he commented as he began to prepare Andros. The other mewled again, and Zhane's hand went low, turning the cute mewling into moans.
And then he was ready, and Zhane found himself connected to his lover in the most intimate way possible. Andros cried out softly, and he nuzzled his neck, kissing his shoulder. There was a whimper after a moment, and he tried to force him to move. The smile reappeared, and Zhane began to thrust in and out at a maddeningly slow place. Making a frustrated noise, Andros tried to move back against him, and Zhane nearly lost his control. Wrapping an arm tightly around the slim waist while the other hand entertained Andros, he began to thrust slightly deeper, still trying to maintain the slow pace. "You're not getting me that easily," he said into his ear, his voice breathy with desire.
"Please," Andros whimpered.
"Please what?"
"More."
"More?"
"More!" he whined, thrusting back hard without warning.
Zhane shuddered. He leaned farther forward, nipping lightly at Andros' neck and producing another mewl as he went even deeper. He drew back, leaving him almost completely before pulling Andros back against him. The other boy cried out softly again. Soon he let himself get lost in a steady rhythm of thrusts and moans.
It seemed like hours later when they finally laid still, holding one another tightly. Andros cuddled against Zhane's chest, and the taller boy rested his chin on his head. "Was that bad?" Zhane asked softly, a smile in his voice to show he was teasing again.
"No," Andros mumbled, nuzzling into Zhane's shoulder. "I liked it."
"I liked you," Zhane returned, kissing his neck again.
"I love you."
He raised an eyebrow. "So you do love me and not Ashley?"
"Zhane ... "
"Do you?"
"Of course."
"Can't hear you."
Andros bopped him lightly in the shoulder before looking up. "I love you," he said seriously.
Zhane smiled warmly. "I love you, too." He kissed his forehead. "You're mine, and I'll never let you go."
Andros raised an eyebrow in one of the looks he was becoming infamous for. "Really?"
"Yup. I claimed you fair and square." He pinched his ass again, eliciting a small yelp. "All mine," he continued, kissing his neck and shoulder before pulling him close again.
Andros smiled. "Think I can claim you someday?"
"Hmm ... no."
"Why not?"
"Because I get the top," he informed him, then smiled. "Besides, you already claimed something." He placed Andros' hand over his heart.
Andros sighed. "This is your way of saying I'll never get the top, isn't it?"
"Yup." The smiled turned into a grin as he kissed his temple. "What can I say? I love that tight ass of yours."
"I thought you said you love me!"
"I do. And everything that comes with you." Another light kiss. "Cute face, nice body, cute ass, and cute attitude."
"I do not have an attitude!"
"Sure you don't, Andros."
"I don't!"
"Mm - hmm."