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a/n: Good evening friends! I come to you with the first three of nine flash fiction. Please enjoy.

For hockeyiris
Prompt: Roy/Maes, “You and Me,” Lifehouse

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist. Warnings for some mild drinking and some mild slash. Mostly SFW.

He's been sitting there for three hours, downing drink after drink. Maes knows this because he has been sitting here, watching Roy from across the bar, sitting in a dark corner rather than surrounded by fellows and admirers like usual. This is a bar Roy doesn't usually frequent; he's come here to be alone.

Maes can't allow that. So he sucks down the last of the single drink he's been nursing all evening and rises from his table, crossing the dim floor to Roy's side. He's there, intercepting the next drink the bartender plans to serve before Roy can say otherwise.

Roy looks up at him, eyes dark and unfocused, but still recognizing Maes in a moment. “What are you doing here?” he asks, brow furrowed, face confused.

“Rescuing you,” Maes says, and grips Roy's arm, helps him off the stool, tosses some money on the counter to cover Roy's bill with a sizable tip. “Thought we had a promise, buddy. We don't drink alone. Remember?”

Roy smiles at him, so guileless and inebriated. “Yeah. I remember. Just forgot this time.”

Liar. Maes will let it slip this time. Easy enough, since he tucks Roy against his side and escorts him from the dim, smoky bar of anonymity.

“Don't forget again,” Maes warns.

Roy makes a noiseless sound of agreement next to him, trapped somewhere in that realm of alcoholic stupor and warm haze. He certainly is warm, attached to Maes' right side, and he's even warmer when Maes manages to get him back to his quarters. He's boneless and unhelpful as Maes strips him out of his smoke-soaked clothes, but he turns into grabby-hands when Maes tucks him into bed.

Maes manages to slide out of his shoes and socks, but little else as Roy drags him, pulls him down into bed and turns himself into a warm blanket. His lips are wet and plush and wandering as they seek out Maes' and what can he do but oblige?

Dark eyes are blurry with drink, but heated with desire, saying what Roy isn't. Demanding what he wants and needs and Maes is helpless in the face of that look. He buries himself in Roy's throat, busies his own hands with roaming over warm skin, the taste of salt and musk on his lips.

He doesn't know why Roy was in that bar, drinking alone. Maes can't dare guess what shadows darken Roy's thoughts or what monsters are drowned in drink. But he can retrieve his dear friend when the time calls for it. Maes can bring him home and put him to bed, and fall into it beside him, his affection soothing whatever has hurt Roy. This he can do and he'll do it gladly. Every time.


For cptnsuz
Prompt: Toph's metalbending meets the Transformers

Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender and Transformers (Bayverse AU). No spoilers. No warnings. Just crack.

They watch, simultaneously horrified and impressed, as the tiny human, barely bigger than Prime's pinkie finger, takes down Ironhide with a wiggle of her big toe and a smirk of her lips.

She gestures with her hands and makes some strange movements with her arms, and the next thing they know, Ironhide is upside down and sideways, on his head, which is all right. It's just his head after all. Not exactly the most vulnerable part of him.

He's not a crumpled mess, just dented enough for Ratchet to curse profusely and amble toward Ironhide, pulling out a medkit as his fingers shift into workable tools. But the demonstration speaks for itself. More damage could be done. The human – Toph – had held back.

Polite clapping emerges from her companions, their faces echoing amusement and satisfaction. The short, bald one does a little dance. The male in blue claps Toph on the back, giving her a thumbs up.

“Well?” Toph asks, all swaggering bravado as she plants her hands on her hips and looks up at them. Or, well, tilts her head in their direction because she is blind, but can still see them somehow anyway. “Still think ya can take me?”

Jazz leans toward Optimus. “Mebbe if we all pile on her at once?” he says, voice pitched low, but so thick with humor they have to know he's kidding.

Optimus glances at him askance. “You first.”

On his other side, Prowl's door wings twitch, and Jazz wonders if he's this close to a meltdown. His logic circuits must be frying.

“I don't care what any of you think,” Sideswipe announces, his gaze on the tiny human female with open respect. “The human's on my team.”

“That's a nice sentiment, Wheels,” Toph chirps up at them, without fear in the face of the bladed death that is Sideswipe. “But I got a name, you know. Try using it.”

Ratchet huffs laughter from where he's turned Ironhide right side up, the old mech groaning and creaking like a rust bucket, wondering what slaggin' 'Con run him over when he wasn't looking.

Jazz, for his part, grins. “Ya know,” he says, to no one in particular as Sideswipe and Toph size each other up and Prowl twitches some more. “I think we got this war won.”

Beside him, Optimus laughs. Clearly, he agrees.


For mandalee1013
Prompt: MalcolmxIonexGale, I just want to watch for a minute

Universe: Infinity's End. Warnings: NSFW. Slash. Threesome. Het. Oral. Fun times.

“You could join us, you know,” Ione purrs at him, like the devil itself, her voice rich with wicked things and her eyes promising indecent delights.

Malcolm is almost, almost tempted to rise from his vantage point, but he resists, if only because he has plans. Ione, as usual, wants to ruin them, but not this time. He shakes his head, leans back, plants his palms on his thighs.

“I just want to watch for a minute,” he says, lowering his voice to a seductive rumble, one that he knows will affect her. “Then maybe I will.”

She shivers, biting on her bottom lip as his words wash through her ears. Beneath her, trapped and not minding it one bit, Gale also shivers. His hands slide up her sides, stopping at her breasts, cupping their soft weight.

“Watch?” Gale asks, casting Malcolm a look from the corner of his eyes, his bravado not quite matched by the blushing of his cheeks. Though, judging by the arousal nudging at Ione's hip, he's not as bothered by the situation as things might seem.

Malcolm leans his chin on his left knuckle, gaze sweeping over the alluring picture the two of them make. Ione lithe and toned, her hair a brown curtain falling to one side. Gale, lanky and pale, eyes bright with arousal, cheeks flushed.

Ione sighs, but it's a sigh of pleasure as she arches into Gale's talented fingers before lowering down, her teeth nipping at Gale's throat. “Yes, watch,” she says as her mouth works a path downward, over Gale's chest, the musculature of his abdomen, teasing at his belly button. “As in, look but don't touch.”

Her words punctuate her movements as her mouth wanders ever lower, until it hovers over the seeping head of Gale's length, which bobs hopefully toward her lips. She grins, like a cat got the cream, and sticks out her tongue, licking him. Gale groans, hands landing on the blanket and twisting it beneath him. Malcolm's breath hitches, body heating, knowing full well the talent of Ione's tongue. His palm slides from his thigh to his groin, kneading his rising cock, which wants to join the fun.

“Are you... nnn... sure you don't want to join us?” Gale asks, moaning as Ione takes it upon herself to put her lips around him and take him to the root.

Malcolm swallows thickly. “In a minute,” he says, and he kneads himself again, other hand clenching on the arm of the chair. “Just... let me watch.”

“Suit yourself,” Gale replies and cries out again as Ione does that thing she does which makes Malcolm surrender, and apparently, Gale as well. At which point Malcolm says to hell with it and launches himself from the chair.
 
a/n: Still six more to come. I hope you've enjoyed!

 

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