Flash Fic Friday (Take 12 - Final)
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I bring to you the last three of the flash fics and whew, lemme tell you, these were a challenge to write and I'm amazed at how they came out. Beware the grammatical errors and please enjoy!
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sarshi_k
Prompt: Roy Mustang/Shihouin Yoruichi, “I'll Meet You at Midnight,” Smokie
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist and Bleach aka it's a crossover. Warnings for seduction, some spoilers, wine drinking, and general crack.
Foranimelover1993
Prompt: Jaiden/Ethan, “S.E.X,” by Nickelback
Universe: Synesthesia. NSFW. Warnings for smut between men
Jaiden knows his place. He's known it from the moment Ektos first recruited him and he's known it from the moment he was introduced to Charlotte and set upon his first mission. He is a guardian, a protector, and when his duty is done, Jaiden moves on.
He does not form attachment. He does not think himself above his duties. He does not start to care for fear of dulling his reflexes. And he certainly does not crawl into bed with a most valuable Empath every night because he can't say no.
Except now, that is exactly what Jaiden finds himself doing. He could, if he wants, chalk it up to a moment of weakness and the fact that Ethan always makes the first move.
Jaiden supposes he could have used that excuse the first time when, in a moment of pique, Ethan pushed him against the wall and kissed him with more skill than Jaiden could have thought a virgin capable. No had certainly been an option, Jaiden could have easily broken free, but found himself unwilling to do so.
He also supposes that the excuse of weakness and maybe inebriation might work for the second time, too. Ethan's fault yet again, a moment of drowning out reality with a shared bottle of whiskey, and Ethan crawled into his lap with no hesitation and desire bright in his eyes. Normally good with temptation, Jaiden had inexplicably found himself incapable of denying the attractive Empath.
Times three, four, five, six and seven happened in much the same manner.
It was around the eighth time that Jaiden realized he didn't have an excuse anymore. He knows that now. Especially since he's the one walking up to Ethan, who is innocently brushing his teeth, and presses himself against Ethan from behind. He wraps his arms around the slightly shorter Empath, inhales the woodsy scent of Ethan's shampoo, and presses a kiss to the nape of his neck.
Ethan's not wearing anything but boxers and the bareness of his skin calls to Jaiden's fingers. There's a vibration in Ethan's body – similar to that of the atmospheric threads of his Kinetic ability – but far more tangible. Every Kinetic feels like this in some way to Jaiden, but with Ethan it's slightly different. Probably because he's an Empath though Jaiden can't say for sure. He's never touched an Empath before Ethan.
Empaths don't like to be touched.
Ethan does, oddly enough, but only by Jaiden. And when Jaiden glances into the mirror, watches as Ethan lowers his toothbrush, a fleck of spearmint on the edge of his mouth, Jaiden knows that Ethan wants to be touched a hell of a lot.
And Jaiden really can't blame this on Ethan anymore. For mistress_pirate
Prompt: SleetxLady Crysan, “Fake It,” Seether
Universe: War of the Animum. Consider this one CANON folks. *grins* NSFW. Warnings for smut between a man and a woman *gasp*, with memories of smut between men, spoilers, and general devilish glee.
a/n: Okay, can I just admit how much fun I had writing utterly gay Sleet trying to be with a woman? Because I did. A lot of my characters could go either way, with the possibility of interest in both sexes, but I have to say, Sleet is one of my truly homosexual characters (Alcaeus -- from The Requiem of Janus -- is another) so this was the best kind of challenge.
Ah, this has revitalized me.
*clears throat* Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! And I look forward to your comments!
I bring to you the last three of the flash fics and whew, lemme tell you, these were a challenge to write and I'm amazed at how they came out. Beware the grammatical errors and please enjoy!
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sarshi_k Prompt: Roy Mustang/Shihouin Yoruichi, “I'll Meet You at Midnight,” Smokie
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist and Bleach aka it's a crossover. Warnings for seduction, some spoilers, wine drinking, and general crack.
Yoruichi leans back in her chair, raising her glass to her lips. She sips at the red wine, the pleasant aroma floating to her nose. “Is this the best Amestris has to offer then?”
Across from her, so charming and handsome with his dark hair and equally dark eyes, Roy Mustang reclines in his own chair. He's confident, he has charisma, he's ambitious, and when he smirks at her like that, the pool of warmth in her belly becomes a blaze.
Quite matching his title in fact, the Flame Alchemist. An interesting blend of science and magic if Yourichi ever saw one. Kurotsuchi would have flipped to end up in this world. Hell, Kisuke would have begged on hands and knees for this opportunity. And not just for the science applications alone.
“Of course,” Mustang – or Roy as he preferred to be called – replies, lacing his fingers together as he sets them in his lap. “I spared no expense.”
Mmm, I'll bet you didn't, Yoruichi thinks and lowers the glass back to the table, tilting her head back. “So...” she says, as they await their dinner for the evening. “What does a colonel do for entertainment around these parts?”
Roy arches a brow. “Other than spending time with a beautiful woman like yourself?”
Yoruichi grins. “I suspect you do that often.” She flicks a stray curl over her shoulder, revealing her bare collarbone, and doesn't miss when his eyes follow her every movement. This is too easy. “What I mean is, what does Roy Mustang do in his free time. When he's not charming women or playing with fire or... mmm, I don't know... plotting to take over the world perhaps?”
Roy straightens, still visibly relaxed, but losing some of his playful edge. “Why would I want to take over the world?” he asks loftily, one hand waving vaguely. “Then I'd have to worry about keeping it in my hands and that sort of worry could kill a man.”
“Or,” Yoruichi says, “that sort of power could surpass any possible cons, yes?”
“Only if I were the sort of man interested in power,” he counters.
This time, Yoruichi laughs. “You're the Flame Alchemist,” she replies. “You play with fire. If you weren't after power, you would have specialized in something innocuous. Making balloon animals for children or the like.”
Roy doesn't flinch, doesn't falter. Instead, he leans forward, eyes dark with something keen, something interested. “And what do you know of power, madam?”
Her finger toys with the rim of the glass. “It depends on how well you share,” she replies, and lets that thought percolate as the waiter finally brings their meal.
Across from her, so charming and handsome with his dark hair and equally dark eyes, Roy Mustang reclines in his own chair. He's confident, he has charisma, he's ambitious, and when he smirks at her like that, the pool of warmth in her belly becomes a blaze.
Quite matching his title in fact, the Flame Alchemist. An interesting blend of science and magic if Yourichi ever saw one. Kurotsuchi would have flipped to end up in this world. Hell, Kisuke would have begged on hands and knees for this opportunity. And not just for the science applications alone.
“Of course,” Mustang – or Roy as he preferred to be called – replies, lacing his fingers together as he sets them in his lap. “I spared no expense.”
Mmm, I'll bet you didn't, Yoruichi thinks and lowers the glass back to the table, tilting her head back. “So...” she says, as they await their dinner for the evening. “What does a colonel do for entertainment around these parts?”
Roy arches a brow. “Other than spending time with a beautiful woman like yourself?”
Yoruichi grins. “I suspect you do that often.” She flicks a stray curl over her shoulder, revealing her bare collarbone, and doesn't miss when his eyes follow her every movement. This is too easy. “What I mean is, what does Roy Mustang do in his free time. When he's not charming women or playing with fire or... mmm, I don't know... plotting to take over the world perhaps?”
Roy straightens, still visibly relaxed, but losing some of his playful edge. “Why would I want to take over the world?” he asks loftily, one hand waving vaguely. “Then I'd have to worry about keeping it in my hands and that sort of worry could kill a man.”
“Or,” Yoruichi says, “that sort of power could surpass any possible cons, yes?”
“Only if I were the sort of man interested in power,” he counters.
This time, Yoruichi laughs. “You're the Flame Alchemist,” she replies. “You play with fire. If you weren't after power, you would have specialized in something innocuous. Making balloon animals for children or the like.”
Roy doesn't flinch, doesn't falter. Instead, he leans forward, eyes dark with something keen, something interested. “And what do you know of power, madam?”
Her finger toys with the rim of the glass. “It depends on how well you share,” she replies, and lets that thought percolate as the waiter finally brings their meal.
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animelover1993 Prompt: Jaiden/Ethan, “S.E.X,” by Nickelback
Universe: Synesthesia. NSFW. Warnings for smut between men
Jaiden knows his place. He's known it from the moment Ektos first recruited him and he's known it from the moment he was introduced to Charlotte and set upon his first mission. He is a guardian, a protector, and when his duty is done, Jaiden moves on.
He does not form attachment. He does not think himself above his duties. He does not start to care for fear of dulling his reflexes. And he certainly does not crawl into bed with a most valuable Empath every night because he can't say no.
Except now, that is exactly what Jaiden finds himself doing. He could, if he wants, chalk it up to a moment of weakness and the fact that Ethan always makes the first move.
Jaiden supposes he could have used that excuse the first time when, in a moment of pique, Ethan pushed him against the wall and kissed him with more skill than Jaiden could have thought a virgin capable. No had certainly been an option, Jaiden could have easily broken free, but found himself unwilling to do so.
He also supposes that the excuse of weakness and maybe inebriation might work for the second time, too. Ethan's fault yet again, a moment of drowning out reality with a shared bottle of whiskey, and Ethan crawled into his lap with no hesitation and desire bright in his eyes. Normally good with temptation, Jaiden had inexplicably found himself incapable of denying the attractive Empath.
Times three, four, five, six and seven happened in much the same manner.
It was around the eighth time that Jaiden realized he didn't have an excuse anymore. He knows that now. Especially since he's the one walking up to Ethan, who is innocently brushing his teeth, and presses himself against Ethan from behind. He wraps his arms around the slightly shorter Empath, inhales the woodsy scent of Ethan's shampoo, and presses a kiss to the nape of his neck.
Ethan's not wearing anything but boxers and the bareness of his skin calls to Jaiden's fingers. There's a vibration in Ethan's body – similar to that of the atmospheric threads of his Kinetic ability – but far more tangible. Every Kinetic feels like this in some way to Jaiden, but with Ethan it's slightly different. Probably because he's an Empath though Jaiden can't say for sure. He's never touched an Empath before Ethan.
Empaths don't like to be touched.
Ethan does, oddly enough, but only by Jaiden. And when Jaiden glances into the mirror, watches as Ethan lowers his toothbrush, a fleck of spearmint on the edge of his mouth, Jaiden knows that Ethan wants to be touched a hell of a lot.
And Jaiden really can't blame this on Ethan anymore.
mistress_pirate Prompt: SleetxLady Crysan, “Fake It,” Seether
Universe: War of the Animum. Consider this one CANON folks. *grins* NSFW. Warnings for smut between a man and a woman *gasp*, with memories of smut between men, spoilers, and general devilish glee.
If he closes his eyes, it's almost the same. The fingers are dainty but the grip is firm and warm. Lady Crysan knows about command, how to put a sharpness in her voice. And when she drags her nails down his bare skin, biting into flesh hard enough to leave red marks behind, it's almost enough for Sleet to shiver.
Almost but never quite there.
When her lips wrap around his arousal, Sleet is even less convinced. More accustomed to giving than receiving, the sensation is almost too alien to feel arousing. Frost never lowers himself to suck Sleet's cock, and previous partners to Frost had made it such a rare touch that it was given as a treat, a reward, for particularly pleasurable service.
He doesn't know if he's trying to pretend she's a man or Frost or some merging of the two. Maybe it's the smell in the room, so distinctly feminine, perfumes and thick powders and flowers that ruins it. He doesn't know.
All Sleet does know is that he's in danger of losing his erection and looking like a fool. So much for trying to play the game.
Sleet fists his fingers in the covers, clenches his eyes shut, and calls to mind every dark, dirty, and perverted fantasy his imagination is capable of. Things he's never even tried, stuff he has, and all the things that never fail to make him shoot. Hands on his body, ropes around his wrists, a cock in his mouth....
Warm lips leave his cock, replaced by fingers, but the mouth returns to his thigh. Licking bare skin there like it's really going to arouse him. But when the teeth get involved Sleet shouts. His body arches. That had been no idle nip. That had been a bite, one hard enough to leave marks. The issue of staying hard is no longer a problem, instead it's become one of throbbing like mad for release.
Lady Crysan chuckles, and a finely shaped fingernail scrapes at the tender skin of Sleet's thighs. He licks his lips, suddenly feeling heated, and she surprises the hell out of him when she bites him again, harder this time, as her fingers squeeze his cock.
He groans, bucks upward, twists his fingers in the cover, and half considers protesting. This isn't part of the game, this isn't--
A whimper echoes in his throat when her nail scratches over his puckered entrance and it flutters at the intentional touch. She squeezes him again, twists her hand around his cock, and pushes that one finger inside all in one fell swoop. Sleet gasps and comes, just like that, spurting over her fingers with a mingling sense of shame, humiliation and pleasure so sharp it invades his senses. He pants, sated, and feels like crawling under a rock. So much for pretending.
Almost but never quite there.
When her lips wrap around his arousal, Sleet is even less convinced. More accustomed to giving than receiving, the sensation is almost too alien to feel arousing. Frost never lowers himself to suck Sleet's cock, and previous partners to Frost had made it such a rare touch that it was given as a treat, a reward, for particularly pleasurable service.
He doesn't know if he's trying to pretend she's a man or Frost or some merging of the two. Maybe it's the smell in the room, so distinctly feminine, perfumes and thick powders and flowers that ruins it. He doesn't know.
All Sleet does know is that he's in danger of losing his erection and looking like a fool. So much for trying to play the game.
Sleet fists his fingers in the covers, clenches his eyes shut, and calls to mind every dark, dirty, and perverted fantasy his imagination is capable of. Things he's never even tried, stuff he has, and all the things that never fail to make him shoot. Hands on his body, ropes around his wrists, a cock in his mouth....
Warm lips leave his cock, replaced by fingers, but the mouth returns to his thigh. Licking bare skin there like it's really going to arouse him. But when the teeth get involved Sleet shouts. His body arches. That had been no idle nip. That had been a bite, one hard enough to leave marks. The issue of staying hard is no longer a problem, instead it's become one of throbbing like mad for release.
Lady Crysan chuckles, and a finely shaped fingernail scrapes at the tender skin of Sleet's thighs. He licks his lips, suddenly feeling heated, and she surprises the hell out of him when she bites him again, harder this time, as her fingers squeeze his cock.
He groans, bucks upward, twists his fingers in the cover, and half considers protesting. This isn't part of the game, this isn't--
A whimper echoes in his throat when her nail scratches over his puckered entrance and it flutters at the intentional touch. She squeezes him again, twists her hand around his cock, and pushes that one finger inside all in one fell swoop. Sleet gasps and comes, just like that, spurting over her fingers with a mingling sense of shame, humiliation and pleasure so sharp it invades his senses. He pants, sated, and feels like crawling under a rock. So much for pretending.
Ah, this has revitalized me.
*clears throat* Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! And I look forward to your comments!
