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I think this is all of them! :D
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Notes: For the lovely vwl who is love. <3
Really, it had been innocent. Ed had been folding laundry with his usual roughness and lack of care. True, he'd only snagged one of his own already-ratty sweaters - Roy had tried to keep his lips zipped - but when he saw automail fingers with pointy joints reaching for his favorite black shirt, he leapt into action.
He may have called Ed clumsy or incompetent, may have even grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the pile of clothes. He didn't remember. In fact, he remembered nothing until those burbon-colored eyes shot up at him, intense like flambe, and challenged, "You wanna bet?"
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Pairing: Mugen/Jin
Rating: PG
Notes: For shayheyred who requested them to be plastered and I am more than happy to oblige. I think Mugen is always a little drunk when I write him anyway... O_O
Jin did not get drunk. Mugen, though, was wavering in front of him, whooping like some sort of primate, eyeing Jin with that look that meant they were in for a long night.
Mugen leaned forward and licked up Jin's naked abdomen. Jin drew in a sharp breath. Not drunk. He was staring at an indeterminant spot in the distance for meditation, of course. He closed his eyes, let Mugen nuzzle lower, burying his nose in coarse, dark curls.
Jin knew that if he wasn't drunk, he had no excuse for letting Mugen do this. He closed his eyes and let denial take over his movements.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Near
Rating: PG-13
Notes: From ironical_kai with the prompt "enmity." Mmm...smexy hatesmex... *drool*
Near couldn't hate Mello, really. Not as the blond boy's teeth were tugging gently at his earlobe. He could ignore all the threats, insults, scowls. He could ignore the fact that Mello hated him, despised him, wanted nothing more than to clamp down tightly with his teeth and tug until Near bled.
Near could ignore that. He could, if it meant that Mello could be close to him for a moment. If it meant that he could gasp out as Mello swept his tongue up the side of the neck. Near could block out the undying hatred in exchange for fleeting pleasure.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Notes: For the lovely vwl who is love. <3
Really, it had been innocent. Ed had been folding laundry with his usual roughness and lack of care. True, he'd only snagged one of his own already-ratty sweaters - Roy had tried to keep his lips zipped - but when he saw automail fingers with pointy joints reaching for his favorite black shirt, he leapt into action.
He may have called Ed clumsy or incompetent, may have even grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the pile of clothes. He didn't remember. In fact, he remembered nothing until those burbon-colored eyes shot up at him, intense like flambe, and challenged, "You wanna bet?"
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Pairing: Mugen/Jin
Rating: PG
Notes: For shayheyred who requested them to be plastered and I am more than happy to oblige. I think Mugen is always a little drunk when I write him anyway... O_O
Jin did not get drunk. Mugen, though, was wavering in front of him, whooping like some sort of primate, eyeing Jin with that look that meant they were in for a long night.
Mugen leaned forward and licked up Jin's naked abdomen. Jin drew in a sharp breath. Not drunk. He was staring at an indeterminant spot in the distance for meditation, of course. He closed his eyes, let Mugen nuzzle lower, burying his nose in coarse, dark curls.
Jin knew that if he wasn't drunk, he had no excuse for letting Mugen do this. He closed his eyes and let denial take over his movements.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Near
Rating: PG-13
Notes: From ironical_kai with the prompt "enmity." Mmm...smexy hatesmex... *drool*
Near couldn't hate Mello, really. Not as the blond boy's teeth were tugging gently at his earlobe. He could ignore all the threats, insults, scowls. He could ignore the fact that Mello hated him, despised him, wanted nothing more than to clamp down tightly with his teeth and tug until Near bled.
Near could ignore that. He could, if it meant that Mello could be close to him for a moment. If it meant that he could gasp out as Mello swept his tongue up the side of the neck. Near could block out the undying hatred in exchange for fleeting pleasure.