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dracoqueen22a/n: Still snotty, but also prevailing. More NSFW fills for you to read! Please enjoy!
For ancientlybroken
Prompt: SuperBat,sugar and spice
Fandom: Justice League. Warnings: slash, nudity, handjob
For mandalee1013
Prompt: KieranxAzriel, hot
Universe: Infinity's End, Break of Day. Warnings for ice play, slash
For azardarkstar
Prompt: KnockoutxAutobot, EH 'verse, “trust me. I'm a doctor.”
Fandom: Transformers Prime, Event Horizon verse. Warnings for SPOILERS, branding, potentially offensive medical ethics
a/n: I really don't know whether I can call that last one canon for the Event Horizon 'verse or not. We'll just have to see. :) Feedback is welcome and appreciated!
The last three flash fics will come tomorrow, and after that, I'll update Seireitei Monogatari, Event Horizon, and Break of Day this week. Along with another day of fanfic recs to round things out.
For ancientlybroken
Prompt: SuperBat,sugar and spice
Fandom: Justice League. Warnings: slash, nudity, handjob
The sound of the shower drowns out nearly everything else. The rising steam paints everything in a light mist. Soapy suds continue a slow trek downward. Bruce watches the path of those bubbles with hungry eyes, fingers twitching to touch.
Clark's amused chuckle echoes in the shower. “Are you going to stare at me or join in?”
“It's not a bad view from where I'm standing,” he replies, watching Clark's muscles flex and water stream over his wholly unmarked body. Clark has no scars, a testament to his nearly impenetrable skin and superior healing rate. He's not like Bruce at all, who is an array of scars beneath his clothing.
“I didn't know you were such a voyeur,” Clark teases.
“I'm not. I like to participate, too,” Bruce teases right back and then steps closer, his hands brushing softly against Clark's side before sliding along soapy skin. His palms skim Clark's flesh, flattening as they circle around and lay flat against Clark's well-muscled belly.
Bruce presses close against Clark's back, feeling the heat the Kryptonian always exudes, along with the heat of the shower. His cock nestles against Clark's buttocks and a shiver of pleasure dances down Bruce's spine. He grinds his hips for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of rubbing against Clark's body.
“I prefer to plan my attack in advance,” Bruce adds as one flattened palm skates upward, dragging a slow, tortuous path up Clark's abdomen and towards his pectorals.
Clark leans forward,dipping his head under the spray to rinse out the last of the shower. “And what did you decide?” he asks, voice betraying his state of rising arousal.
“That I so rarely get you to myself so I'd better take advantage of it.” Bruce mouths the back of Clark's shoulder, tasting water, clean skin, and the bitter hint of soap. His second hand brushes downward from Clark's belly, finding the evidence of Clark's arousal and curling now-soap slick fingers around it.
Clark makes a low noise in his throat, hips bucking toward Bruce's grip. One hand drops, fingers curling around Bruce's wrist as though preventing him from letting go of Clark's cock. The other reaches around, tangling in Bruce's hair.
“I can agree with that,” Clark says, a shudder enveloping his body as he pushes back against Bruce. “So don't tease me.”
Bruce gasps in mock offense. “I would never,” he purrs, and begins a slow, steady stroke, thumb rubbing the head of Clark's cock. Seeing him come undone is always the first step.
Clark's amused chuckle echoes in the shower. “Are you going to stare at me or join in?”
“It's not a bad view from where I'm standing,” he replies, watching Clark's muscles flex and water stream over his wholly unmarked body. Clark has no scars, a testament to his nearly impenetrable skin and superior healing rate. He's not like Bruce at all, who is an array of scars beneath his clothing.
“I didn't know you were such a voyeur,” Clark teases.
“I'm not. I like to participate, too,” Bruce teases right back and then steps closer, his hands brushing softly against Clark's side before sliding along soapy skin. His palms skim Clark's flesh, flattening as they circle around and lay flat against Clark's well-muscled belly.
Bruce presses close against Clark's back, feeling the heat the Kryptonian always exudes, along with the heat of the shower. His cock nestles against Clark's buttocks and a shiver of pleasure dances down Bruce's spine. He grinds his hips for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of rubbing against Clark's body.
“I prefer to plan my attack in advance,” Bruce adds as one flattened palm skates upward, dragging a slow, tortuous path up Clark's abdomen and towards his pectorals.
Clark leans forward,dipping his head under the spray to rinse out the last of the shower. “And what did you decide?” he asks, voice betraying his state of rising arousal.
“That I so rarely get you to myself so I'd better take advantage of it.” Bruce mouths the back of Clark's shoulder, tasting water, clean skin, and the bitter hint of soap. His second hand brushes downward from Clark's belly, finding the evidence of Clark's arousal and curling now-soap slick fingers around it.
Clark makes a low noise in his throat, hips bucking toward Bruce's grip. One hand drops, fingers curling around Bruce's wrist as though preventing him from letting go of Clark's cock. The other reaches around, tangling in Bruce's hair.
“I can agree with that,” Clark says, a shudder enveloping his body as he pushes back against Bruce. “So don't tease me.”
Bruce gasps in mock offense. “I would never,” he purrs, and begins a slow, steady stroke, thumb rubbing the head of Clark's cock. Seeing him come undone is always the first step.
For mandalee1013
Prompt: KieranxAzriel, hot
Universe: Infinity's End, Break of Day. Warnings for ice play, slash
It's unbearably hot. Summer has struck with a vengeance, leaving sticky days and humid nights to be suffered through. Clothing is a hindrance. Breathing feels like inhaling soup. The insects are out in full, aggravating force. It's damn near unbearable.
In his lightest robe, Azriel still feels sticky and uncomfortable. The linen clings to his skin. It's too hot to even concentrate on his book. By the gods, he can't wait until autumn. He's half-tempted to sprawl out naked on the cooler stone floor of his quarters.
“Azriel! I have something for you!” Kieran's sing-song voice makes him twitch.
Azriel sighs, closing his book and his eyes as well. “Not in the mood.”
“Oh. You'll like this,” Kieran says and Azriel hears him bounding into the room with far too much energy. “Take off your robe.”
Azriel's eyes pop open. “What? No, Kieran. It's too hot for that.”
His lover is standing in front of him, holding something behind his back and a mischievous grin on his face. He bears little shame in wearing nothing more than a strip of cloth strapped around his hips. “Trust me.”
Though clinging to his doubt, Azriel nevertheless tugs on the single tie to his robe and lets it fall open. Humid air brushing his bare skin does little to help.
“Close your eyes.”
Still skeptical, Azriel obeys. In the end, he does trust Kieran. He hears a sound like rocks sliding together. Then warm hands rest on his arms, squeezing gently. A cool exhalation brushes across his chest and then... cold!
Azriel jerks as something icy brushes his nipple. “... What?” His eyes snap open.
Kieran chuckles, liquid dribbling from his lips as he proceeds to attack Azriel's nipple with his mouth. He's using ice to... by Diana! Azriel groans, arching toward the blessed cool, heightened by the feel of Kieran's talented tongue.
The ice melts all too quickly. “You like?” Kieran asks, getting more ice and attacking Azriel's other nipple.
“Nngh. You're insane.” Azriel hisses, fingers clenching the arm of his chair. “Yes, damn you.” He feels the icy dribble trickling down his belly. “Don't stop.”
Kieran's hum of agreement sounds all too pleased with himself.
In his lightest robe, Azriel still feels sticky and uncomfortable. The linen clings to his skin. It's too hot to even concentrate on his book. By the gods, he can't wait until autumn. He's half-tempted to sprawl out naked on the cooler stone floor of his quarters.
“Azriel! I have something for you!” Kieran's sing-song voice makes him twitch.
Azriel sighs, closing his book and his eyes as well. “Not in the mood.”
“Oh. You'll like this,” Kieran says and Azriel hears him bounding into the room with far too much energy. “Take off your robe.”
Azriel's eyes pop open. “What? No, Kieran. It's too hot for that.”
His lover is standing in front of him, holding something behind his back and a mischievous grin on his face. He bears little shame in wearing nothing more than a strip of cloth strapped around his hips. “Trust me.”
Though clinging to his doubt, Azriel nevertheless tugs on the single tie to his robe and lets it fall open. Humid air brushing his bare skin does little to help.
“Close your eyes.”
Still skeptical, Azriel obeys. In the end, he does trust Kieran. He hears a sound like rocks sliding together. Then warm hands rest on his arms, squeezing gently. A cool exhalation brushes across his chest and then... cold!
Azriel jerks as something icy brushes his nipple. “... What?” His eyes snap open.
Kieran chuckles, liquid dribbling from his lips as he proceeds to attack Azriel's nipple with his mouth. He's using ice to... by Diana! Azriel groans, arching toward the blessed cool, heightened by the feel of Kieran's talented tongue.
The ice melts all too quickly. “You like?” Kieran asks, getting more ice and attacking Azriel's other nipple.
“Nngh. You're insane.” Azriel hisses, fingers clenching the arm of his chair. “Yes, damn you.” He feels the icy dribble trickling down his belly. “Don't stop.”
Kieran's hum of agreement sounds all too pleased with himself.
For azardarkstar
Prompt: KnockoutxAutobot, EH 'verse, “trust me. I'm a doctor.”
Fandom: Transformers Prime, Event Horizon verse. Warnings for SPOILERS, branding, potentially offensive medical ethics
The third time Orion shivers under the branding torch, Knock Out comes to a startling realization. The shiver is not one borne of pain – though he could hardly fault the mech for flinching away from the torch. Instead, the shiver is one of pleasure, barely concealed, but pleasure nonetheless.
Oh ho. What is this?
Knock Out smirks and applies the finishing touches of the Decepticon brand to Orion's armor, marking him as a Decepticon and doing away with that horrid Autobot symbol. Another tell-tale shudder races across the broad blue and red frame. He hears Orion's vents kick on with a whirr, though it's obvious the mech is trying to conceal it.
“I apologize,” Orion says in that deep voice of his, sounding a touch... embarrassed. “That was not intentional. I--”
Knock Out rests a hand on Orion's shoulder, ending the apology as his other hand sets the torch aside. “Rest assured, Orion. It is a perfectly normal reaction. I am not offended.” On the contrary, he is intrigued. And oh so tempted.
Lord Megatron may have an unstaked claim on Orion, but the former Prime has not given himself to the lord just yet. And by Primus, this would be worth the risk to his plating.
Knock Out rests his other hand on Orion's shoulder, feeling the vibration of dampened arousal in Orion's field. “Actually, I would be more than happy to assist you with your... discomfort.”
Orion doesn't try to move out from under Knock Out's touch but his words are hesitant. “I don't believe that would be appropriate.”
“It most certainly would be!” Knock Out lets his hands wander over that strong frame, hearing Orion's fans whirr even louder. “Trust me. I'm a medic. I know these things.”
Indecision wavers in Orion's field, but beneath it all, is a strong desire for Knock Out to continue on this path. “Megatronus--”
Knock Out swings around into Orion's optic view. “Lord Megatron would approve. Surely.” He delicately flares his energy field, letting his interest entwine with the raging arousal in Orion's own. It is a heady thing, that arousal.
Orion looks at him, the naivete in his optics so different from the battle-hardened look of the Prime's. “So long as I am not... imposing. You are an attractive mech.”
Knock Out smirks. Breakdown is going to be so jealous.
Oh ho. What is this?
Knock Out smirks and applies the finishing touches of the Decepticon brand to Orion's armor, marking him as a Decepticon and doing away with that horrid Autobot symbol. Another tell-tale shudder races across the broad blue and red frame. He hears Orion's vents kick on with a whirr, though it's obvious the mech is trying to conceal it.
“I apologize,” Orion says in that deep voice of his, sounding a touch... embarrassed. “That was not intentional. I--”
Knock Out rests a hand on Orion's shoulder, ending the apology as his other hand sets the torch aside. “Rest assured, Orion. It is a perfectly normal reaction. I am not offended.” On the contrary, he is intrigued. And oh so tempted.
Lord Megatron may have an unstaked claim on Orion, but the former Prime has not given himself to the lord just yet. And by Primus, this would be worth the risk to his plating.
Knock Out rests his other hand on Orion's shoulder, feeling the vibration of dampened arousal in Orion's field. “Actually, I would be more than happy to assist you with your... discomfort.”
Orion doesn't try to move out from under Knock Out's touch but his words are hesitant. “I don't believe that would be appropriate.”
“It most certainly would be!” Knock Out lets his hands wander over that strong frame, hearing Orion's fans whirr even louder. “Trust me. I'm a medic. I know these things.”
Indecision wavers in Orion's field, but beneath it all, is a strong desire for Knock Out to continue on this path. “Megatronus--”
Knock Out swings around into Orion's optic view. “Lord Megatron would approve. Surely.” He delicately flares his energy field, letting his interest entwine with the raging arousal in Orion's own. It is a heady thing, that arousal.
Orion looks at him, the naivete in his optics so different from the battle-hardened look of the Prime's. “So long as I am not... imposing. You are an attractive mech.”
Knock Out smirks. Breakdown is going to be so jealous.
a/n: I really don't know whether I can call that last one canon for the Event Horizon 'verse or not. We'll just have to see. :) Feedback is welcome and appreciated!
The last three flash fics will come tomorrow, and after that, I'll update Seireitei Monogatari, Event Horizon, and Break of Day this week. Along with another day of fanfic recs to round things out.
