Flash Fiction Fills (Take 29) Part IV
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dracoqueen22a/n: Two more flash fiction. Please enjoy!
For theablackthorn
Prompt: Mori and Kyouya, Mori does what it takes
Fandom: Ouran. Warnings: slash
For mandalee1013
Prompt: GalexMalcolmxIone, rain
Universe: Infinity's End. Warnings for implied threesome
a/n: Two more down, longer than the average flash fic, and three left to write, I believe. Maybe four. Will have to count. Had a lot of participation this time, which makes me happy. Very happy.
Been busy today hashing out a long Justice League fic. Hope to pick up The Butterfly Effect on Friday. *fingers crossed*
For theablackthorn
Prompt: Mori and Kyouya, Mori does what it takes
Fandom: Ouran. Warnings: slash
Mori has never known himself to be the jealous sort. He is an altogether patient person with the exception of those seeking to harm someone he cares about. He supposes that there is a line for any man, and he finds himself prowling along the edge of it as of late.
It is utterly ridiculous to be jealous of Tamaki of all people. Mori knows better than anyone that there is nothing between the two, all jokes of parenthood aside. They are friends, nothing more, with an important connection.
Nonetheless, Mori finds himself jealous. Or perhaps not jealous but annoyed. Possessive. A bit perturbed in retrospect.
He understands that the running of the host club requires both Tamaki and Kyouya working together but as of late, this hasn't left much room in the equation for Mori. Tamaki is always dragging off Kyouya for some harebrained scheme or another, leaving Mori with only the hint of his lover's shadow.
Speaking of which, this monopolizing of Kyouya's attention is definitely interfering with their private time. Private alone time which involves no clothing and wringing startled cries of pleasure from Kyouya's throat.
No, this will not do at all. And Mori aims to correct the situation.
Decision made, Mori approaches Tamaki when he knows the blond can't slip away, during the after-peak hours of the host club's operations.
“Tamaki,” he says, his voice a soft, quiet rumble sure to attract attention nonetheless. “You're being a nuisance.”
Pale eyes widen in theatrical hurt. “How could you say such a thing, Mori-senpai?”
Somewhere behind him, Mori can practically feel Kyouya smirking. So Mori leans forward, looming over Tamaki, radiating his intent.
“Alone time. You're interfering.”
Tamaki laughs, but it's a queer sound. He noticeably edges away from Mori. “Planning takes time, senpai.”
Mori arches a brow. He doesn't even need words this time.
“And maybe it could take less time in the future,” Tamaki concedes weakly. “I'd hate to get in the way of true love.”
Someone sporfles into their hand out of eyeview. Mori suspects that it was a Hitachiin. He'll get them later.
Nonetheless, Mori nods. “Glad we understand.”
There. Issue settled.
“You know,” Kyouya says to him, when he corners Mori in the supply closet much later. “You could have just said something to me.”
Mori turns the tables, pinning Kyouya against a shelf, fingers groping for the younger man's zipper. “More fun this way.”
Kyouya laughs. “And they say I'm the devious one.”
It is utterly ridiculous to be jealous of Tamaki of all people. Mori knows better than anyone that there is nothing between the two, all jokes of parenthood aside. They are friends, nothing more, with an important connection.
Nonetheless, Mori finds himself jealous. Or perhaps not jealous but annoyed. Possessive. A bit perturbed in retrospect.
He understands that the running of the host club requires both Tamaki and Kyouya working together but as of late, this hasn't left much room in the equation for Mori. Tamaki is always dragging off Kyouya for some harebrained scheme or another, leaving Mori with only the hint of his lover's shadow.
Speaking of which, this monopolizing of Kyouya's attention is definitely interfering with their private time. Private alone time which involves no clothing and wringing startled cries of pleasure from Kyouya's throat.
No, this will not do at all. And Mori aims to correct the situation.
Decision made, Mori approaches Tamaki when he knows the blond can't slip away, during the after-peak hours of the host club's operations.
“Tamaki,” he says, his voice a soft, quiet rumble sure to attract attention nonetheless. “You're being a nuisance.”
Pale eyes widen in theatrical hurt. “How could you say such a thing, Mori-senpai?”
Somewhere behind him, Mori can practically feel Kyouya smirking. So Mori leans forward, looming over Tamaki, radiating his intent.
“Alone time. You're interfering.”
Tamaki laughs, but it's a queer sound. He noticeably edges away from Mori. “Planning takes time, senpai.”
Mori arches a brow. He doesn't even need words this time.
“And maybe it could take less time in the future,” Tamaki concedes weakly. “I'd hate to get in the way of true love.”
Someone sporfles into their hand out of eyeview. Mori suspects that it was a Hitachiin. He'll get them later.
Nonetheless, Mori nods. “Glad we understand.”
There. Issue settled.
“You know,” Kyouya says to him, when he corners Mori in the supply closet much later. “You could have just said something to me.”
Mori turns the tables, pinning Kyouya against a shelf, fingers groping for the younger man's zipper. “More fun this way.”
Kyouya laughs. “And they say I'm the devious one.”
For mandalee1013
Prompt: GalexMalcolmxIone, rain
Universe: Infinity's End. Warnings for implied threesome
“What's he doing?” Malcolm asks, voice soft. Somehow, he feels he's supposed to whisper.
Ione grabs his hand, dragging him down beside her. “Shh. You'll see.”
“But--”
“Shh!”
Malcolm clamps his lips shut and shifts his attention back to Gale. The former noble is standing out in the open, in the pouring rain, with thunder rumbling overhead and lightning streaking across the sky. He's also wearing nothing more than a breech cloth, the long, lithe lines of his pale skin a bright contrast to the emerald forest.
Gale's head is bowed, palms pressed together, fingertips pointed away from his body. His aether is pulsing in steady rise and falls, so tangible that Malcolm starts to feel himself breathing in time with it.
Without opening his eyes, Gale starts to move. A cross between a dance and a martial kata, sinuously winding his limbs in the steady rainfall.
The pulse of aether grows stronger. Malcolm feels Ione's grip tighten, watches her eyes brighten with emotion.
Gale moves slowly, to some internal song, and the rain moves with him. It flows around his body, a steadily growing stream of increasing length. It encircles him, continuing to flow, spiraling up to the sky. Gale's dancing with the rain now, that's the only word Malcolm can use to describe the haunting motions.
Gale's muscles shift and flex beneath his pale skin. The falling rain twines about him as though it has a life of his own, and the edges of his body take on an ethereal glow. Malcolm feels a wash of heat twist in his belly.
“It's a training exercise. Something Quetz taught him,” Ione murmurs. “I call it rain dancing.” She pauses, squeezing Malcolm's hand again. “Beautiful, isn't he?”
Malcolm's heart is hammering in his chest. His mouth is dry, unable to form anything other than a croaked, “Yeah.”
“And the best part,” Ione adds in a more mischievous tone this time. “Is that by the time he's done, all he wants is to pin me to the nearest surface and ravish me thoroughly.” She grins. “And now, you too, I'll bet.”
Malcolm's aether gives a vibration of anticipation. He can't wait. But as he's already heart, watching is half the fun. And the more he watches, the hotter he gets. Gale isn't going to know what hit him.
Ione grabs his hand, dragging him down beside her. “Shh. You'll see.”
“But--”
“Shh!”
Malcolm clamps his lips shut and shifts his attention back to Gale. The former noble is standing out in the open, in the pouring rain, with thunder rumbling overhead and lightning streaking across the sky. He's also wearing nothing more than a breech cloth, the long, lithe lines of his pale skin a bright contrast to the emerald forest.
Gale's head is bowed, palms pressed together, fingertips pointed away from his body. His aether is pulsing in steady rise and falls, so tangible that Malcolm starts to feel himself breathing in time with it.
Without opening his eyes, Gale starts to move. A cross between a dance and a martial kata, sinuously winding his limbs in the steady rainfall.
The pulse of aether grows stronger. Malcolm feels Ione's grip tighten, watches her eyes brighten with emotion.
Gale moves slowly, to some internal song, and the rain moves with him. It flows around his body, a steadily growing stream of increasing length. It encircles him, continuing to flow, spiraling up to the sky. Gale's dancing with the rain now, that's the only word Malcolm can use to describe the haunting motions.
Gale's muscles shift and flex beneath his pale skin. The falling rain twines about him as though it has a life of his own, and the edges of his body take on an ethereal glow. Malcolm feels a wash of heat twist in his belly.
“It's a training exercise. Something Quetz taught him,” Ione murmurs. “I call it rain dancing.” She pauses, squeezing Malcolm's hand again. “Beautiful, isn't he?”
Malcolm's heart is hammering in his chest. His mouth is dry, unable to form anything other than a croaked, “Yeah.”
“And the best part,” Ione adds in a more mischievous tone this time. “Is that by the time he's done, all he wants is to pin me to the nearest surface and ravish me thoroughly.” She grins. “And now, you too, I'll bet.”
Malcolm's aether gives a vibration of anticipation. He can't wait. But as he's already heart, watching is half the fun. And the more he watches, the hotter he gets. Gale isn't going to know what hit him.
a/n: Two more down, longer than the average flash fic, and three left to write, I believe. Maybe four. Will have to count. Had a lot of participation this time, which makes me happy. Very happy.
Been busy today hashing out a long Justice League fic. Hope to pick up The Butterfly Effect on Friday. *fingers crossed*
