Flash Fiction (Take Three - Part Final)
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dracoqueen22Greetings!
Today I dread returning to work after a blissful three days away from the madness and I know I'm not the only one. So I thought I'd drop off this little present before I leave... the last three pieces of flash fiction! Huzzah! Do enjoy, my friends.
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sarshi_k
Prompt: Gin/Urahara
Gin and Kisuke are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings for smut between two men, spoilers, and a lot of subtlety. NSFW.
Fordeceivingyou
Prompt: Kyouya/Tamaki, "We control our thoughts which mean nothing, and not our emotions which mean everything.”
Kyouya and Tamaki are characters from the anime/manga Ouran High School Host Club owned by Bisco Hatori. Warnings here for thoughts of a kiss between two men and some vague spoilers.
Formistress_pirate
Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo, "Familiar Taste of Poison," Halestorm
Ichigo and Sousuke are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings here for NSFW mild porn and bondage and sex between men and possible spoilers.
And that's the end folks! I do hope you enjoyed and as always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. I'm going to get back to work on this new fic that's a mystery and trying to finish up The Beautiful Lie along with a slew of other things. Later!
Today I dread returning to work after a blissful three days away from the madness and I know I'm not the only one. So I thought I'd drop off this little present before I leave... the last three pieces of flash fiction! Huzzah! Do enjoy, my friends.
For
sarshi_k Prompt: Gin/Urahara
Gin and Kisuke are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings for smut between two men, spoilers, and a lot of subtlety. NSFW.
“Do you regret it?”
Gin's fingers pause in the midst of tracing circles on Kisuke's back, an action which makes the shopkeeper growl in annoyance. “Regret what?” Gin asks.
Kisuke, head pillowed on arms folded under him, hums low in his throat. “Betraying Aizen.” His voice sounds conversational, but Gin knows better than that, knows Kisuke better than that. There's something deeper here.
His fingers drag down Kisuke's back, tracing the line of his spine, before he leans over and presses a kiss to the back of Kisuke's shoulder, where a bite mark from earlier lingers. “Is it a betrayal if ya were never loyal in the first place?”
Kisuke chuckles, a small shiver racking his body as Gin's fingers dip lower, across the curve of his back and heading toward the cleft of his buttocks. “Good point.”
Gin's lips trace a scar, an old sword wound that's become pale and thin over the years. “Ya believed it though. Didn't ya?”
“What?”
“That I was a traitor.”
Kisuke is quiet for a moment, and Gin's fingers continue to roam over skin that's both warm and soft, only slighter darker than his own. He traces the curve of Kisuke's buttocks, dragging a finger down the crease and teasing Kisuke's entrance.
He watches as Kisuke's hands furl and unfurl against the covers, a sure sign of his building arousal. “You were just a kid,” Kisuke finally says.
“I was an adult where it matters,” Gin reminds him, letting his fingers rest on the ring of muscle, tracing the twitching pucker and causing Kisuke to push toward the faint touch.
Kisuke makes a sound of disgust in his throat. “And that's where Aizen and I differ.” He turns his head, gray-green eyes dark with arousal and fiery with something else. “I'm glad you ripped his heart out.”
Gin chuckles and leans in, close enough that his breath puffs over Kisuke's lips. “My aren't we a bloodthirsty one?”
“Don't pretend you don't like it,” Kisuke says wickedly. “So you better make good on your teasing and fuck me senseless.” He punctuates his demand with a wet, biting kiss that makes Gin's body throb, a demand that he doesn't mind obeying one bit.
Gin's fingers pause in the midst of tracing circles on Kisuke's back, an action which makes the shopkeeper growl in annoyance. “Regret what?” Gin asks.
Kisuke, head pillowed on arms folded under him, hums low in his throat. “Betraying Aizen.” His voice sounds conversational, but Gin knows better than that, knows Kisuke better than that. There's something deeper here.
His fingers drag down Kisuke's back, tracing the line of his spine, before he leans over and presses a kiss to the back of Kisuke's shoulder, where a bite mark from earlier lingers. “Is it a betrayal if ya were never loyal in the first place?”
Kisuke chuckles, a small shiver racking his body as Gin's fingers dip lower, across the curve of his back and heading toward the cleft of his buttocks. “Good point.”
Gin's lips trace a scar, an old sword wound that's become pale and thin over the years. “Ya believed it though. Didn't ya?”
“What?”
“That I was a traitor.”
Kisuke is quiet for a moment, and Gin's fingers continue to roam over skin that's both warm and soft, only slighter darker than his own. He traces the curve of Kisuke's buttocks, dragging a finger down the crease and teasing Kisuke's entrance.
He watches as Kisuke's hands furl and unfurl against the covers, a sure sign of his building arousal. “You were just a kid,” Kisuke finally says.
“I was an adult where it matters,” Gin reminds him, letting his fingers rest on the ring of muscle, tracing the twitching pucker and causing Kisuke to push toward the faint touch.
Kisuke makes a sound of disgust in his throat. “And that's where Aizen and I differ.” He turns his head, gray-green eyes dark with arousal and fiery with something else. “I'm glad you ripped his heart out.”
Gin chuckles and leans in, close enough that his breath puffs over Kisuke's lips. “My aren't we a bloodthirsty one?”
“Don't pretend you don't like it,” Kisuke says wickedly. “So you better make good on your teasing and fuck me senseless.” He punctuates his demand with a wet, biting kiss that makes Gin's body throb, a demand that he doesn't mind obeying one bit.
For
deceivingyou Prompt: Kyouya/Tamaki, "We control our thoughts which mean nothing, and not our emotions which mean everything.”
Kyouya and Tamaki are characters from the anime/manga Ouran High School Host Club owned by Bisco Hatori. Warnings here for thoughts of a kiss between two men and some vague spoilers.
This is just a game.
It is and always has been. For the sake of the clients and the swooning fangirls and everyone who knows it is just a game, but lets their imaginations wander and their hopes replace reality and fantasy. It's just a game for the twins, for their senpai, for Haruhi who owes them a great debt...
For Kyouya and Tamaki, it's a game, but of a different sort. Their game is reality and the third music room their playground.
Tamaki smiles coyly, bats his eyes, spins around in an excited circle and winks at Kyouya when no one's looking. Oh, he knows they are looking. But they don't know that Tamaki knows they are looking. It's all very well crafted, very well planned.
For all that Kyouya is the shadow king, no one realizes that Tamaki is just as devious, just as crafty. That they are all playing a game of Tamaki's making, and Kyouya most of all.
If he didn't like it so much, he'd hate himself for playing.
It's a game because at some point it will end, end in such a way that no one wins, but that's not the point. It will end when they graduate, when Kyouya proves that he's the best Ootori heir and Tamaki marries some blushing bride to inherit the Suoh throne. When they go their separate ways, but never forget the game.
Tamaki is laughing, giggling of all things. And Kyouya is annoyed, or pretending to be so, it depends on whose turn it is to roll the dice. He pushes up his glasses with one hand, glances purposefully at his record book, at all the little notations of their expenditures and earnings, and waits.
He isn't disappointed.
There's warmth at his side, Tamaki draped over his shoulders, big blue puppy eyes filled with pleading as they look up at Kyouya. There's Tamaki, warm and pliant and smelling sweet, with his lips inches away, kissing distance.
But that's not part of this game.
Kyouya scowls, moves three spaces, declares that “this wasn't in the plan” and Tamaki pouts and the girls swoon and in the back of Kyouya's mind, he hears the sound of a cash register tallying up their earnings. He and Tamaki both are the only ones who know that later, Kyouya can follow through on his impulse, and claim those lips for his own.
After all, that is how the game is played.
It is and always has been. For the sake of the clients and the swooning fangirls and everyone who knows it is just a game, but lets their imaginations wander and their hopes replace reality and fantasy. It's just a game for the twins, for their senpai, for Haruhi who owes them a great debt...
For Kyouya and Tamaki, it's a game, but of a different sort. Their game is reality and the third music room their playground.
Tamaki smiles coyly, bats his eyes, spins around in an excited circle and winks at Kyouya when no one's looking. Oh, he knows they are looking. But they don't know that Tamaki knows they are looking. It's all very well crafted, very well planned.
For all that Kyouya is the shadow king, no one realizes that Tamaki is just as devious, just as crafty. That they are all playing a game of Tamaki's making, and Kyouya most of all.
If he didn't like it so much, he'd hate himself for playing.
It's a game because at some point it will end, end in such a way that no one wins, but that's not the point. It will end when they graduate, when Kyouya proves that he's the best Ootori heir and Tamaki marries some blushing bride to inherit the Suoh throne. When they go their separate ways, but never forget the game.
Tamaki is laughing, giggling of all things. And Kyouya is annoyed, or pretending to be so, it depends on whose turn it is to roll the dice. He pushes up his glasses with one hand, glances purposefully at his record book, at all the little notations of their expenditures and earnings, and waits.
He isn't disappointed.
There's warmth at his side, Tamaki draped over his shoulders, big blue puppy eyes filled with pleading as they look up at Kyouya. There's Tamaki, warm and pliant and smelling sweet, with his lips inches away, kissing distance.
But that's not part of this game.
Kyouya scowls, moves three spaces, declares that “this wasn't in the plan” and Tamaki pouts and the girls swoon and in the back of Kyouya's mind, he hears the sound of a cash register tallying up their earnings. He and Tamaki both are the only ones who know that later, Kyouya can follow through on his impulse, and claim those lips for his own.
After all, that is how the game is played.
For
mistress_pirate Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo, "Familiar Taste of Poison," Halestorm
Ichigo and Sousuke are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings here for NSFW mild porn and bondage and sex between men and possible spoilers.
Everyone probably thinks he was kidnapped or something else equally devastated, Ichigo realizes as he stares out the open window which really lacks a view. What else would explain his disappearance? They probably think he was snatched right out from under their noses, and that even now, he's suffering, being tortured by their worst enemy.
Well, they'd be only half right. Ichigo is being tortured, but not because he doesn't want to be. Scratch that. He isn't keen on being teased like this, driven to higher and higher heights of pleasure but unable to fucking come because of a damn cock ring. But it's not a punishment, it's not some madman's sick idea of making Ichigo bend to his whims.
It is, however, Sousuke's perverted means of making Ichigo beg. And on levels Ichigo will never, ever admit aloud...
He likes it.
Ichigo gasps as fingers pinch his nipple, giving it a hard twist that makes his back arch and his blood pulse in his veins.
“Paying attention now?”
Oh, that smug tone. If it didn't make Ichigo's groin tighten, he'd hate it so much.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Ichigo drags his gaze back toward Sousuke, who is looming over him with eyes dark and dangerous... hungry even. He's completely nude, dressed only in shadows and lust, hair wild and untamed around his face. He looks undone, and they haven't really done anything yet.
Ichigo smirks, adding a token tug to the ropes twisted around his wrists. His entire body is coated with sweat, and that slickness makes the twine slip a little. “Maybe you're boring me,” he drawls, and feels his belly twist at the challenge in Sousuke's eyes.
“Is that so?” Sousuke all but growls, leaning down to latch their lips together in a kiss so harsh, so violent that it make actually seem like a punishment, until Sousuke sucks Ichigo's tongue into his mouth and teases it gently, Sousuke's tongue moving on to explore every inch of Ichigo's mouth.
Ichigo moans, shivers, and wishes he could drag Sousuke down closer, press their bodies together and finally get some much desired friction. He thinks that if his friends could see him now, their jaws would drop out of sheer disbelief.
They won't believe that Ichigo wasn't kidnapped, that he'd actually left willingly. They can't have imagined that Ichigo has no desires to escape, that he doesn't want to be saved, that he's perfectly happy where he is and wouldn't want things any other way.
Well, they'd be only half right. Ichigo is being tortured, but not because he doesn't want to be. Scratch that. He isn't keen on being teased like this, driven to higher and higher heights of pleasure but unable to fucking come because of a damn cock ring. But it's not a punishment, it's not some madman's sick idea of making Ichigo bend to his whims.
It is, however, Sousuke's perverted means of making Ichigo beg. And on levels Ichigo will never, ever admit aloud...
He likes it.
Ichigo gasps as fingers pinch his nipple, giving it a hard twist that makes his back arch and his blood pulse in his veins.
“Paying attention now?”
Oh, that smug tone. If it didn't make Ichigo's groin tighten, he'd hate it so much.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Ichigo drags his gaze back toward Sousuke, who is looming over him with eyes dark and dangerous... hungry even. He's completely nude, dressed only in shadows and lust, hair wild and untamed around his face. He looks undone, and they haven't really done anything yet.
Ichigo smirks, adding a token tug to the ropes twisted around his wrists. His entire body is coated with sweat, and that slickness makes the twine slip a little. “Maybe you're boring me,” he drawls, and feels his belly twist at the challenge in Sousuke's eyes.
“Is that so?” Sousuke all but growls, leaning down to latch their lips together in a kiss so harsh, so violent that it make actually seem like a punishment, until Sousuke sucks Ichigo's tongue into his mouth and teases it gently, Sousuke's tongue moving on to explore every inch of Ichigo's mouth.
Ichigo moans, shivers, and wishes he could drag Sousuke down closer, press their bodies together and finally get some much desired friction. He thinks that if his friends could see him now, their jaws would drop out of sheer disbelief.
They won't believe that Ichigo wasn't kidnapped, that he'd actually left willingly. They can't have imagined that Ichigo has no desires to escape, that he doesn't want to be saved, that he's perfectly happy where he is and wouldn't want things any other way.
And that's the end folks! I do hope you enjoyed and as always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. I'm going to get back to work on this new fic that's a mystery and trying to finish up The Beautiful Lie along with a slew of other things. Later!
