Flash Fiction (Take Six - Part Final)
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yamitoyoru
Prompt: Kenren/Konzen, Greed
Kenren, Konzen, Tenpou, and Goku are characters from Saiyuki Gaiden by Kazuya Minekura. There's a mild slashy kiss but otherwise, no warnings.
“There is nothing finer than women, cherry blossoms, and--”
“Sake,” Konzen finishes for him, his voice a bored drawl that's muffled from the fact he's looking down at his paperwork instead of up at Kenren like what's polite and proper. “Yes, I know. I've heard this before.”
Kenren leans forward, props his chin on his hand and his elbow on the edge of the desk. “And yet, you've not taken the chance to abide by it.”
One long and elegant finger tracks a column in one document, while Konzen grasps a brush with his other hand, fluidly scribing numbers onto another piece of paper.
“There is work to be done,” Konzen says after a moment, as though he had just remembered Kenren had spoken and he'd neglected to respond.
Kenren rolls his eyes, his free hand slapping on top of the documents completely in the way. “There's always work to be done,” he says, voice cheerful but carefully edged.
Pale eyes flicker to Kenren, edged with annoyance. “Then that should be your first clue, shouldn't it?” Konzen says, and his eyes narrow, golden strands of hair slipping over his shoulders and catching Kenren's eye.
He wants so badly to run his fingers through those gleaming strands, but all things in time, Kenren tells himself. First, he has to convince the no-fun-having paperwork-pusher to abandon his post. Goku could do it easily, of course, but it's a matter of pride for Kenren to try and convince Konzen on his own. Besides, Kenren will admit wanting to have Konzen to himself for a while. Without the little monkey's interference.
“You're the only who complained about being bored,” Kenren says, in his best pleading tone as he gives Konzen a pitiful expression, one that always convinces Tenpou to do anything. Not that Tenpou ever turns Kenren down in the first place. “What could it hurt?” he wheedles.
Konzen sighs, a resigned gust, but there's capitulation in there as well, and his brush lowering to the desktop confirms his agreement. “Fine,” he says. “But I'm not-- mmph.”
Kenren kisses him; it's hard not to with temptation inches away from him. The kiss is short and sweet, tasting of blatant surprise, and Kenren quickly retreats before a violent fist comes swinging toward his head.
Kenren grins, dancing toward the doorway with a “meet me later?” spilling from his lips, and ducks out the door, nimbly avoiding the inkwell that comes sailing after him. That kiss was definitely worth the roar of indignation that lingers in his ears. For mandalee1013
Prompt: UraharaxShinji, handcuffs, NSFW
Kisuke and Shinji are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. NSFW. Warnings include references to kink, bondage, and slashiness.
The cuffs rattle as he tests them and Shinji tosses a glare at his lover. He had agreed to handcuffs, not reaitsu-stealing confinement cuffs from the second division. These damn things leave him feeling weak as a kitten, along with keeping his wrists locked behind his back.
He glares. Kisuke grins.
“Now, now,” Kisuke says, waving a finger through the air. “I played your little dress-up game. It's only fair that you go along with my kink.”
Shinji clenches his jaw. Kisuke's right, damnit. Fair and fair alike. He'd convinced Kisuke to put on that hot little number and Kisuke had whined about it, but he'd done it. And it had been one of the hottest fucks in all history for Shinji. Right up there in the top five.
“Fine,” Shinji says, not whining at all. “But only this once. I hate these things.”
Kisuke looks at him, and there's something dark in his grey eyes that makes Shinji simultaneously shiver and his guts clench with heat.
“I don't think you understand what we're doing here,” he says, and circles around Shinji, who's kneeling on the tatami. “I'm the one making the rules right now. Not you.”
Kisuke's voice is soft and husky, but there's a commanding edge to it, one Shinji rarely hears directed at himself. He chews on his bottom lip, but can't stop the groan that slips out of his mouth. Damn, Kisuke just had to pick a kink that they shared – secretly on Shinji's end – didn't he? The sneaky bastard.
He takes a few more steps until he's standing just in front of Shinji. “Understand?”
Shinji fights with himself for several long seconds. “Yes,” he grits out, and his fingers curl in the reaitsu-stealing cuffs. He can feel them draining him, bit by bit, and he hates it. But he sees what Kisuke's looking for here. Control. Which means this is probably halfway Shinji's fault for taking a good bit of it yesterday.
“Good.” Kisuke's lips stretching into a mild grin, but there's a hunger in his eyes as he rakes Shinji from head to knee, taking in every inch of exposed skin. “Your safe word is butterfly.”
“Butterfly? What the hell--” But at the look in Kisuke's eyes, he clamps his jaw shut.
Kisuke smiles, and there's challenge in his eyes. “You're learning,” he says approvingly and then one hand lowers to his groin, where an obvious arousal pushes against the fabric of his hakama. “Now suck.” For sarshi_k
Prompt: Byakuya/Ryuuken, pride
Ryuuken, Uryuu, and Byakuya are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings for language and references to slashy sex.
For kechirase
Prompt: Aizen/Stark, dominance, NSFW
Aizen and Stark are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. NSFW. Warnings for slashy smut.
Feedback is always welcome. I'm not sure when the next flash fiction day will be, but I'll let you know!
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yamitoyoru Prompt: Kenren/Konzen, Greed
Kenren, Konzen, Tenpou, and Goku are characters from Saiyuki Gaiden by Kazuya Minekura. There's a mild slashy kiss but otherwise, no warnings.
“There is nothing finer than women, cherry blossoms, and--”
“Sake,” Konzen finishes for him, his voice a bored drawl that's muffled from the fact he's looking down at his paperwork instead of up at Kenren like what's polite and proper. “Yes, I know. I've heard this before.”
Kenren leans forward, props his chin on his hand and his elbow on the edge of the desk. “And yet, you've not taken the chance to abide by it.”
One long and elegant finger tracks a column in one document, while Konzen grasps a brush with his other hand, fluidly scribing numbers onto another piece of paper.
“There is work to be done,” Konzen says after a moment, as though he had just remembered Kenren had spoken and he'd neglected to respond.
Kenren rolls his eyes, his free hand slapping on top of the documents completely in the way. “There's always work to be done,” he says, voice cheerful but carefully edged.
Pale eyes flicker to Kenren, edged with annoyance. “Then that should be your first clue, shouldn't it?” Konzen says, and his eyes narrow, golden strands of hair slipping over his shoulders and catching Kenren's eye.
He wants so badly to run his fingers through those gleaming strands, but all things in time, Kenren tells himself. First, he has to convince the no-fun-having paperwork-pusher to abandon his post. Goku could do it easily, of course, but it's a matter of pride for Kenren to try and convince Konzen on his own. Besides, Kenren will admit wanting to have Konzen to himself for a while. Without the little monkey's interference.
“You're the only who complained about being bored,” Kenren says, in his best pleading tone as he gives Konzen a pitiful expression, one that always convinces Tenpou to do anything. Not that Tenpou ever turns Kenren down in the first place. “What could it hurt?” he wheedles.
Konzen sighs, a resigned gust, but there's capitulation in there as well, and his brush lowering to the desktop confirms his agreement. “Fine,” he says. “But I'm not-- mmph.”
Kenren kisses him; it's hard not to with temptation inches away from him. The kiss is short and sweet, tasting of blatant surprise, and Kenren quickly retreats before a violent fist comes swinging toward his head.
Kenren grins, dancing toward the doorway with a “meet me later?” spilling from his lips, and ducks out the door, nimbly avoiding the inkwell that comes sailing after him. That kiss was definitely worth the roar of indignation that lingers in his ears.
mandalee1013 Prompt: UraharaxShinji, handcuffs, NSFW
Kisuke and Shinji are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. NSFW. Warnings include references to kink, bondage, and slashiness.
The cuffs rattle as he tests them and Shinji tosses a glare at his lover. He had agreed to handcuffs, not reaitsu-stealing confinement cuffs from the second division. These damn things leave him feeling weak as a kitten, along with keeping his wrists locked behind his back.
He glares. Kisuke grins.
“Now, now,” Kisuke says, waving a finger through the air. “I played your little dress-up game. It's only fair that you go along with my kink.”
Shinji clenches his jaw. Kisuke's right, damnit. Fair and fair alike. He'd convinced Kisuke to put on that hot little number and Kisuke had whined about it, but he'd done it. And it had been one of the hottest fucks in all history for Shinji. Right up there in the top five.
“Fine,” Shinji says, not whining at all. “But only this once. I hate these things.”
Kisuke looks at him, and there's something dark in his grey eyes that makes Shinji simultaneously shiver and his guts clench with heat.
“I don't think you understand what we're doing here,” he says, and circles around Shinji, who's kneeling on the tatami. “I'm the one making the rules right now. Not you.”
Kisuke's voice is soft and husky, but there's a commanding edge to it, one Shinji rarely hears directed at himself. He chews on his bottom lip, but can't stop the groan that slips out of his mouth. Damn, Kisuke just had to pick a kink that they shared – secretly on Shinji's end – didn't he? The sneaky bastard.
He takes a few more steps until he's standing just in front of Shinji. “Understand?”
Shinji fights with himself for several long seconds. “Yes,” he grits out, and his fingers curl in the reaitsu-stealing cuffs. He can feel them draining him, bit by bit, and he hates it. But he sees what Kisuke's looking for here. Control. Which means this is probably halfway Shinji's fault for taking a good bit of it yesterday.
“Good.” Kisuke's lips stretching into a mild grin, but there's a hunger in his eyes as he rakes Shinji from head to knee, taking in every inch of exposed skin. “Your safe word is butterfly.”
“Butterfly? What the hell--” But at the look in Kisuke's eyes, he clamps his jaw shut.
Kisuke smiles, and there's challenge in his eyes. “You're learning,” he says approvingly and then one hand lowers to his groin, where an obvious arousal pushes against the fabric of his hakama. “Now suck.”
sarshi_k Prompt: Byakuya/Ryuuken, pride
Ryuuken, Uryuu, and Byakuya are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings for language and references to slashy sex.
His father is a hypocrite. Uryuu knew this when he caught Ryuuken having a conversation with Ichigo's very Shinigami father, but he never expected to find Ryuuken in this situation. This goes beyond hypocritical and into a downright masquerade.
This is his father in something that's beyond a friendship with a Shinigami. This is his father fucking a Shinigami and Uryuu can't decide if he's thoroughly furious or pleased that Ryuuken no longer has a leg to stand on.
Worse that it's not even a pseudo-Shinigami like Ichigo or his father. Worse that it's a Shinigami who's considered a noble. Worse that it's a Shinigami who's way too young for Ryuuken, if one adjusts ages accordingly.
Worse that it's Kuchiki Byakuya.
Kuchiki is also a hypocrite. To the nth degree. He turns his nose up at Abarai courting his sister, but goes to bed with a human from the Living World. And not just any human either, but an honest-to-goodness Quincy. Though, to be fair, Ryuuken still likes to pretend he's not a part of that world. Uryuu wrinkles his nose and all he smells is bullshit.
“Uryuu,” Ryuuken says, and he tries to sound stern, but it's hard for Uryuu to believe him when he's half-crouched over a naked, blushing Shinigami and very obviously aroused. “I did not realize you were visiting today.”
Typical Ryuuken. Ignore the problem. Pretend it is par for the course, and like the good son, Uryuu should go along with it. Should just walk away and act like Ryuuken hadn't just stepped on every little lesson he'd stomped into his son's head.
Uryuu's voice is cold, like ice, as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were entertaining ghostly guests. My mistake.” His eyes flick to Kuchiki, but the Shinigami is doing a very good impression of a statue, his expression betraying nothing.
Ryuuken's brow draws together, his brown eyes all the more visible for his lack of eyewear. “Uryuu--”
“No.” It's the first time he's interrupted his father like this, a fact of which they are both startlingly aware. “I am done listening to you,” Uryuu says, and turns on his heel, making a quick exit from the room. If Ryuuken comes after him, Uryuu doesn't care to look. Let the hypocritical bastard have his Shinigami lover.
Uryuu's not a little boy anymore, standing at his father's knees and begging for attention. He can and will walk away. A man has his pride; a Quincy even more so. Worser still that he'll never be able to wash that image from his mind. Uryuu shudders.
This is his father in something that's beyond a friendship with a Shinigami. This is his father fucking a Shinigami and Uryuu can't decide if he's thoroughly furious or pleased that Ryuuken no longer has a leg to stand on.
Worse that it's not even a pseudo-Shinigami like Ichigo or his father. Worse that it's a Shinigami who's considered a noble. Worse that it's a Shinigami who's way too young for Ryuuken, if one adjusts ages accordingly.
Worse that it's Kuchiki Byakuya.
Kuchiki is also a hypocrite. To the nth degree. He turns his nose up at Abarai courting his sister, but goes to bed with a human from the Living World. And not just any human either, but an honest-to-goodness Quincy. Though, to be fair, Ryuuken still likes to pretend he's not a part of that world. Uryuu wrinkles his nose and all he smells is bullshit.
“Uryuu,” Ryuuken says, and he tries to sound stern, but it's hard for Uryuu to believe him when he's half-crouched over a naked, blushing Shinigami and very obviously aroused. “I did not realize you were visiting today.”
Typical Ryuuken. Ignore the problem. Pretend it is par for the course, and like the good son, Uryuu should go along with it. Should just walk away and act like Ryuuken hadn't just stepped on every little lesson he'd stomped into his son's head.
Uryuu's voice is cold, like ice, as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were entertaining ghostly guests. My mistake.” His eyes flick to Kuchiki, but the Shinigami is doing a very good impression of a statue, his expression betraying nothing.
Ryuuken's brow draws together, his brown eyes all the more visible for his lack of eyewear. “Uryuu--”
“No.” It's the first time he's interrupted his father like this, a fact of which they are both startlingly aware. “I am done listening to you,” Uryuu says, and turns on his heel, making a quick exit from the room. If Ryuuken comes after him, Uryuu doesn't care to look. Let the hypocritical bastard have his Shinigami lover.
Uryuu's not a little boy anymore, standing at his father's knees and begging for attention. He can and will walk away. A man has his pride; a Quincy even more so. Worser still that he'll never be able to wash that image from his mind. Uryuu shudders.
kechirase Prompt: Aizen/Stark, dominance, NSFW
Aizen and Stark are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. NSFW. Warnings for slashy smut.
It's almost like being king of the world, or coming pretty damn close to it. At least, that's what Stark thinks. The Shinigami would probably think otherwise. So would Barragan. But being this close to so much power, so much he can almost taste it, Stark can't imagine a perch more lofty.
His knees press into hard stone. His fingers grasp the top of the throne above Aizen's head. His hips move, almost in a rhythm of their own, breath escaping him in short pants. The throne room is cold, almost dismally so, but three points of hot fire help to chase that completely away.
Aizen's hands on his hips, fingers digging into his skin, gripping him as he pulls Stark's body down to meet each hungry thrust. Aizen's cock as it pushes into Stark, full and deep, throbbing every time he so much as clenches.
Their reiatsu is a slow and steady pulse in the air, Shinigami and Hollow mixing in a way that would make those old farts in Soul Society have a heartattack. Aizen's power is heady, a distinct buzz that rolls over Stark's body as though it were a physical presence. It makes his body tingle, his own reiatsu rise to meet it, makes his blood surge and his cock throb.
He wants so badly to reach down, stroke himself, but that's not the way things work. So his fingers tighten around the back of the throne and he groans, furiously trying to rock himself against Aizen's well-muscled abdomen. Aizen's grip tightens, however, keeping him firmly in place.
Stark feels a whine building in his throat, but he clamps down on it, refusing to offer such a plea. He knows Aizen wants to hear it. Which is all the more reason to keep it locked inside.
One of the overlord's hand looses it's hold on Stark's hip and slides up Stark's side, an almost caress that makes Stark's skin prickle. He shivers, licks his lips, and moves desperately. It's cold in the throne room, but Stark can't tell considering the sweat that paints his body, makes his hair stick to the back of his neck.
Aizen's watching him with an intensity that would frighten anyone else. But Stark's not that easily intimidated. Aizen might be an all-powerful Shinigami traitor, but he's still just a Shinigami.
He's a Shinigami hungry for power, hungry for all the things Seireitei denied him. He's come to Hueco Mundo to claim a throne no one ever wanted – save Barragan but he's a psycho and a moot point. He's built himself a palace, surrounded himself with enemies turned allies, but really, Aizen's no different from Stark. In the end, he's searching for the same utterly unattainable thing.
a/n: Phew. Now that those are done I can get back to work on The Beautiful Lie. Oh and that update of Buyer's Remorse I owe everyone. *grins* His knees press into hard stone. His fingers grasp the top of the throne above Aizen's head. His hips move, almost in a rhythm of their own, breath escaping him in short pants. The throne room is cold, almost dismally so, but three points of hot fire help to chase that completely away.
Aizen's hands on his hips, fingers digging into his skin, gripping him as he pulls Stark's body down to meet each hungry thrust. Aizen's cock as it pushes into Stark, full and deep, throbbing every time he so much as clenches.
Their reiatsu is a slow and steady pulse in the air, Shinigami and Hollow mixing in a way that would make those old farts in Soul Society have a heartattack. Aizen's power is heady, a distinct buzz that rolls over Stark's body as though it were a physical presence. It makes his body tingle, his own reiatsu rise to meet it, makes his blood surge and his cock throb.
He wants so badly to reach down, stroke himself, but that's not the way things work. So his fingers tighten around the back of the throne and he groans, furiously trying to rock himself against Aizen's well-muscled abdomen. Aizen's grip tightens, however, keeping him firmly in place.
Stark feels a whine building in his throat, but he clamps down on it, refusing to offer such a plea. He knows Aizen wants to hear it. Which is all the more reason to keep it locked inside.
One of the overlord's hand looses it's hold on Stark's hip and slides up Stark's side, an almost caress that makes Stark's skin prickle. He shivers, licks his lips, and moves desperately. It's cold in the throne room, but Stark can't tell considering the sweat that paints his body, makes his hair stick to the back of his neck.
Aizen's watching him with an intensity that would frighten anyone else. But Stark's not that easily intimidated. Aizen might be an all-powerful Shinigami traitor, but he's still just a Shinigami.
He's a Shinigami hungry for power, hungry for all the things Seireitei denied him. He's come to Hueco Mundo to claim a throne no one ever wanted – save Barragan but he's a psycho and a moot point. He's built himself a palace, surrounded himself with enemies turned allies, but really, Aizen's no different from Stark. In the end, he's searching for the same utterly unattainable thing.
Feedback is always welcome. I'm not sure when the next flash fiction day will be, but I'll let you know!
