Flash Fic Friday (Take 12 - Part Two)
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Today I bring you three more flash fics. They are unedited as usual. Please enjoy!
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mandalee1013
Prompt: Ichigo/Urahara/Aizen, “Judas,” Lady Gaga
Fandom: Bleach. NSFW. Warnings for smut between three men, potential spoilers, some angst.
Forhockeyiris
Prompt: DoumekixWatanuki, “Maybe,” Sick Puppies
Fandom: xxx-HoLiC. Warnings for an implied kiss between men. Some angst. Light spoilers.
It would be so easy to say no again. Maybe not in so many words, because a question has never been expressly asked. But saying no has always been the easy part. Sometimes, Watanuki doesn't even have to think about it. Shaking his head, subtly pulling away, putting that noticeable distance, it's become second nature to him.
His thoughts are on automatic self-defense, his heart carefully caged. He's lost too much to try again, even when he knows he shouldn't be afraid. He subconsciously think it's safer to say no. Ignoring Doumeki... pretending he doesn't see the affection... walking away from the reaching hand... all of that is the easy part.
It's much, much harder to say yes. To realize that agreeing is what he's wanted all along, but has been too afraid to do so.
For once, there are words in his throat, on his tongue. It would be so easy to say no. So much safer to give verbal denial to all of his body language refusals before. Watanuki has the feeling that this spoken no means there will be no more chances. It'll be the final refusal, the final chance, the final offer.
He has the feeling that it will be the last time he'll see that look in Doumeki's eyes. That affection and longing will, from here on out, be carefully shuttered away.
Watanuki suspects that if he avoids that hand, shakes his head, and says the words, it'll be the end. He won't have to worry about the offer again. They can settle into a new rhythm, where Watanuki doesn't have to pretend he doesn't know what Doumeki wants from him.
It's two syllables. His lips form the word and a scowl. His shoulders are already set with pretend irritation. It'd be so easy to just say it.
Except... Watanuki's tired of taking the easy way out. He doesn't want to lose Doumeki, and that single, powerful word will do it. Oh, Doumeki will still be here, still come around, but things won't be the same. They'll be painful, and in the end, Doumeki will gradually disappear from Watanuki's life because Watanuki had been too much the coward to try and keep him.
Watanuki doesn't want Doumeki to leave. He's tired of playing the coward. He's tired of implying no while all the time meaning by the gods, yes.
Closing his eyes, Watanuki exhales slowly, and opens them again. Sees a brand new world. His voice is calm, he feels oddly collected. “Stay for dinner,” he says, instead of telling Doumeki to get his own damn meal. But what he really means is stay tonight.
Judging by the look in Doumeki's eyes, the slight curl to his lips that is the suggestion of a smile, he heard the underlying request. And he approves.
Forxcrimsontear89x
Prompt: RavenxSleet, “I Don't Care,” Apocalyptica
Fandom: War of the Animum. Really NSFW. Blatant porn, sex between men, kink, some D/s play, bondage
a/n: I'm really having fun writing these! They turned out supremely good this time around.
I do hope you enjoyed!
Today I bring you three more flash fics. They are unedited as usual. Please enjoy!
For
mandalee1013 Prompt: Ichigo/Urahara/Aizen, “Judas,” Lady Gaga
Fandom: Bleach. NSFW. Warnings for smut between three men, potential spoilers, some angst.
He's trapped between his past and his present, and he wants his future to have them both. Kisuke knows that's damn irrational in all kinds of ways, but the heart wants what the heart wants, as a film he once watched says.
He's setting himself up for more pain, and he's betraying himself with every kiss, but he does it anyway. Because Kisuke's always been a fool and he doesn't think that's going to change.
He kisses Ichigo, but it's Sousuke's hands on his hips, Sousuke's lips on the nape of his neck. It's Ichigo who cups his head and strokes Kisuke's arousal, but Sousuke's warmth pressed against his back, grinding sensuously against him.
Kisuke's as impressed he can tell their touches apart as he is ashamed. He ought to choose. That would be the right thing to do. He should tell that traitorous bastard to slink back into the desert he crawled out of. He should tell Sousuke that he has no place here, that he surrendered that right a long time ago. But he isn't going to.
Kisuke has one hand buried in Sousuke's hair, fingers curled around brown strands and refusing to relinquish his hold. His other hand grips Ichigo's arm, refusing to allow Ichigo to move away. He wants them both. He needs them both, and the gasps that slips out of his mouth attests to that fact.
Sousuke chuckles, amused, quite convinced that he's going to win this battle. That he knows Kisuke far better than Ichigo does. That he has Kisuke wrapped around his finger, no matter their past, and maybe he's right. But he's also wrong.
Because Ichigo would never betray Kisuke. He's confident without being arrogant; he has no fear of looking Kisuke in the eyes. He's gentle, he's firm, and he's everything that's good in Kisuke's life. He's not what Kisuke deserves because Ichigo's too good for him, but Ichigo is everything Kisuke wants.
Sousuke is everything painful in Kisuke's past, and he shouldn't cling to the traitorous bastard as much as he does. Yet, that doesn't stop him from gasping, from pushing back against Sousuke's warm while he thrusts into Ichigo's fingers and deepens his kiss with Ichigo.
Sousuke drags his teeth and mouth down Kisuke's neck, making him shiver, making his veins pulse with the threat of lust of danger.
Ichigo nibbles at Kisuke's lips, strokes a hand down Kisuke's face, strokes his cock with delicious friction that makes Kisuke feel warm all over.
And Kisuke, trapped between them, can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.
He's setting himself up for more pain, and he's betraying himself with every kiss, but he does it anyway. Because Kisuke's always been a fool and he doesn't think that's going to change.
He kisses Ichigo, but it's Sousuke's hands on his hips, Sousuke's lips on the nape of his neck. It's Ichigo who cups his head and strokes Kisuke's arousal, but Sousuke's warmth pressed against his back, grinding sensuously against him.
Kisuke's as impressed he can tell their touches apart as he is ashamed. He ought to choose. That would be the right thing to do. He should tell that traitorous bastard to slink back into the desert he crawled out of. He should tell Sousuke that he has no place here, that he surrendered that right a long time ago. But he isn't going to.
Kisuke has one hand buried in Sousuke's hair, fingers curled around brown strands and refusing to relinquish his hold. His other hand grips Ichigo's arm, refusing to allow Ichigo to move away. He wants them both. He needs them both, and the gasps that slips out of his mouth attests to that fact.
Sousuke chuckles, amused, quite convinced that he's going to win this battle. That he knows Kisuke far better than Ichigo does. That he has Kisuke wrapped around his finger, no matter their past, and maybe he's right. But he's also wrong.
Because Ichigo would never betray Kisuke. He's confident without being arrogant; he has no fear of looking Kisuke in the eyes. He's gentle, he's firm, and he's everything that's good in Kisuke's life. He's not what Kisuke deserves because Ichigo's too good for him, but Ichigo is everything Kisuke wants.
Sousuke is everything painful in Kisuke's past, and he shouldn't cling to the traitorous bastard as much as he does. Yet, that doesn't stop him from gasping, from pushing back against Sousuke's warm while he thrusts into Ichigo's fingers and deepens his kiss with Ichigo.
Sousuke drags his teeth and mouth down Kisuke's neck, making him shiver, making his veins pulse with the threat of lust of danger.
Ichigo nibbles at Kisuke's lips, strokes a hand down Kisuke's face, strokes his cock with delicious friction that makes Kisuke feel warm all over.
And Kisuke, trapped between them, can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.
For
hockeyiris Prompt: DoumekixWatanuki, “Maybe,” Sick Puppies
Fandom: xxx-HoLiC. Warnings for an implied kiss between men. Some angst. Light spoilers.
It would be so easy to say no again. Maybe not in so many words, because a question has never been expressly asked. But saying no has always been the easy part. Sometimes, Watanuki doesn't even have to think about it. Shaking his head, subtly pulling away, putting that noticeable distance, it's become second nature to him.
His thoughts are on automatic self-defense, his heart carefully caged. He's lost too much to try again, even when he knows he shouldn't be afraid. He subconsciously think it's safer to say no. Ignoring Doumeki... pretending he doesn't see the affection... walking away from the reaching hand... all of that is the easy part.
It's much, much harder to say yes. To realize that agreeing is what he's wanted all along, but has been too afraid to do so.
For once, there are words in his throat, on his tongue. It would be so easy to say no. So much safer to give verbal denial to all of his body language refusals before. Watanuki has the feeling that this spoken no means there will be no more chances. It'll be the final refusal, the final chance, the final offer.
He has the feeling that it will be the last time he'll see that look in Doumeki's eyes. That affection and longing will, from here on out, be carefully shuttered away.
Watanuki suspects that if he avoids that hand, shakes his head, and says the words, it'll be the end. He won't have to worry about the offer again. They can settle into a new rhythm, where Watanuki doesn't have to pretend he doesn't know what Doumeki wants from him.
It's two syllables. His lips form the word and a scowl. His shoulders are already set with pretend irritation. It'd be so easy to just say it.
Except... Watanuki's tired of taking the easy way out. He doesn't want to lose Doumeki, and that single, powerful word will do it. Oh, Doumeki will still be here, still come around, but things won't be the same. They'll be painful, and in the end, Doumeki will gradually disappear from Watanuki's life because Watanuki had been too much the coward to try and keep him.
Watanuki doesn't want Doumeki to leave. He's tired of playing the coward. He's tired of implying no while all the time meaning by the gods, yes.
Closing his eyes, Watanuki exhales slowly, and opens them again. Sees a brand new world. His voice is calm, he feels oddly collected. “Stay for dinner,” he says, instead of telling Doumeki to get his own damn meal. But what he really means is stay tonight.
Judging by the look in Doumeki's eyes, the slight curl to his lips that is the suggestion of a smile, he heard the underlying request. And he approves.
For
xcrimsontear89x Prompt: RavenxSleet, “I Don't Care,” Apocalyptica
Fandom: War of the Animum. Really NSFW. Blatant porn, sex between men, kink, some D/s play, bondage
“I hate you.”
If the voice that had growled said words weren't so sexy, Sleet might have been offended. But as it is, he knows the reason behind them and he has to say, he's in agreement.
“The feelings mutual,” Sleet tries to snarl, but it comes out more of a high-pitched moan as Raven slams into him, pushing his body upward despite the taut grip on his hips that keep him pinned down.
One hand works it's way around, slapping over Sleet's mouth, silencing him in the moment that it pulls Sleet back, until he is pressed back to chest against Raven. His body is uncomfortably bowed like this, but it's a discomfort that only makes the pleasure inside of him stir higher.
He'd feel ashamed over it if he wasn't so damn aroused.
“Quiet,” Raven hisses, his voice a deep-throated purr against Sleet's vulnerable neck, his breath hot, his teeth a sharp scrape that make Sleet groan in his throat and thrash in Raven's arms.
There's little he can do with his wrists tied behind his back, but Sleet tries anyway. Tries to encourage some kind of touch to his cock while Raven pounds into him, thrusts with enough force that Sleet's body arches upward. He's rough, no affection in his movements, and right now, Sleet craves that.
The slightest hint of affection and he might be reminded of Frost and goddamn it that's the last thing Sleet needs or wants.
Raven wants him quiet so their companions don't hear anything. So they don't realize that contrary to his constant statements of revulsion toward Sleet's existence, Raven actually enjoys fucking Sleet. Bending him backward, pounding into him with little restraint, the sadistic bastard. If Sleet didn't find it so damn pleasurable, he might be offended.
As it is, all he does is moan and submit to the manhandling. To the rough manipulation of his body according to Raven's wants. Oh, Sleet'll come in the end, and it'll most likely be wrung from his own hands, with Raven's single eye watching him darkly. The thought alone makes Sleet shiver, makes a strangled whine emerge from his throat.
Raven shoves into him, cock raking nerves inside Sleet and making him shudder. Making his hips buck and writhe, his body coated in sweat, eyes clenched closed.
Raven is nothing like Frost, and if Sleet ever has reason to pray to a deity, he'd thank them for that mercy.
If the voice that had growled said words weren't so sexy, Sleet might have been offended. But as it is, he knows the reason behind them and he has to say, he's in agreement.
“The feelings mutual,” Sleet tries to snarl, but it comes out more of a high-pitched moan as Raven slams into him, pushing his body upward despite the taut grip on his hips that keep him pinned down.
One hand works it's way around, slapping over Sleet's mouth, silencing him in the moment that it pulls Sleet back, until he is pressed back to chest against Raven. His body is uncomfortably bowed like this, but it's a discomfort that only makes the pleasure inside of him stir higher.
He'd feel ashamed over it if he wasn't so damn aroused.
“Quiet,” Raven hisses, his voice a deep-throated purr against Sleet's vulnerable neck, his breath hot, his teeth a sharp scrape that make Sleet groan in his throat and thrash in Raven's arms.
There's little he can do with his wrists tied behind his back, but Sleet tries anyway. Tries to encourage some kind of touch to his cock while Raven pounds into him, thrusts with enough force that Sleet's body arches upward. He's rough, no affection in his movements, and right now, Sleet craves that.
The slightest hint of affection and he might be reminded of Frost and goddamn it that's the last thing Sleet needs or wants.
Raven wants him quiet so their companions don't hear anything. So they don't realize that contrary to his constant statements of revulsion toward Sleet's existence, Raven actually enjoys fucking Sleet. Bending him backward, pounding into him with little restraint, the sadistic bastard. If Sleet didn't find it so damn pleasurable, he might be offended.
As it is, all he does is moan and submit to the manhandling. To the rough manipulation of his body according to Raven's wants. Oh, Sleet'll come in the end, and it'll most likely be wrung from his own hands, with Raven's single eye watching him darkly. The thought alone makes Sleet shiver, makes a strangled whine emerge from his throat.
Raven shoves into him, cock raking nerves inside Sleet and making him shudder. Making his hips buck and writhe, his body coated in sweat, eyes clenched closed.
Raven is nothing like Frost, and if Sleet ever has reason to pray to a deity, he'd thank them for that mercy.
a/n: I'm really having fun writing these! They turned out supremely good this time around.
I do hope you enjoyed!
