Flash Fiction (Take Nine - Part One)
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dracoqueen22Nergh. Not much free time for the next week, so expect these flash fiction to trickle in one or two at a time. There are some great requests, though, so I think you'll enjoy. Today, I managed two. Go me!
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hockeyiris
Prompt: RoyEd, heat
Roy and Ed are characters from the anime/manga Fullmetal Alchemist. Warnings here for foul language and the hint of smut between men. No spoilers.
For gypsygrrl420
Prompt: UkitakexShuuheixShunsui, tattoo
Jyuushirou, Shuuhei, and Shunsui are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings for kisses between men and slight spoilers.
a/n: Both of these wanted to expand past my one page mark. lol. Lots more to come as I work on the other requests. If you've not made yours yet, don't forget to do so and vote in my poll here!
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hockeyiris Prompt: RoyEd, heat
Roy and Ed are characters from the anime/manga Fullmetal Alchemist. Warnings here for foul language and the hint of smut between men. No spoilers.
Roy's hands are always cold. It's the biggest fucking contradiction in the world, Ed thinks, and his feet are just as bad, but Ed only really notices that at night, when they're sleeping and Roy tries to shove his freezing toes between Ed's thighs in an unconscious bid to warm them up.
Ed shouts and flails as cold fingers find his hip beneath the covers and jolt him out of a light, comfortable doze. “Fuck, Roy!” he shouts, both hearing and feeling a dull thunk when his automail connects with something solid.
“Goddamn it, Ed!” Roy howls in return, and the icy hand vanishes as Roy rolls away from him with a creak of mattress springs, probably cupping whatever part of his body Ed accidentally smacked.
“If you hadn't touched me with those icicles you call hands, this wouldn't have happened!” Ed retorts, embarrassed but unwilling to show it, and aims for annoyed instead.
“I was trying to seduce you!” Roy argues and there's a petulant note to his voice.
“Well, it didn't work!”
Ed flops over, and finds that Roy is rubbing at his forehead, where a sizable knot is already growing. His face has twisted into a sulking pout, which makes Ed's lips twitch with amusement. Roy can be such a baby sometimes.
Rolling his eyes, Ed scoots closer and reaches for his injured lover. “Let me see,” he says, and ignores Roy's stubborn attempts to avoid his hand.
“Don't touch it.”
“Don't make me alchemize you to the bed,” Ed warns and then amends, “Again.”
Sulking, Ryou stops evading and Ed prods gently around the lump with his flesh hand, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at Roy's over-dramatic hiss and wince of pain.
“It's just a tiny bump,” Ed says. “It'll be gone by morning.”
Roy huffs. “Small favor.”
Ed wants to be annoyed, but he's just too amused. Sometimes, Roy can be cute. He shakes his head and grabs Roy's hand, drawing the ice-cold fingers toward his mouth where he draws one between his lips, flicking his tongue over it. There's one surefire way to warm Roy up, and it has nothing to do with alchemy. And judging by the heat banking in dark eyes, Roy isn't going to protest.
Ed shouts and flails as cold fingers find his hip beneath the covers and jolt him out of a light, comfortable doze. “Fuck, Roy!” he shouts, both hearing and feeling a dull thunk when his automail connects with something solid.
“Goddamn it, Ed!” Roy howls in return, and the icy hand vanishes as Roy rolls away from him with a creak of mattress springs, probably cupping whatever part of his body Ed accidentally smacked.
“If you hadn't touched me with those icicles you call hands, this wouldn't have happened!” Ed retorts, embarrassed but unwilling to show it, and aims for annoyed instead.
“I was trying to seduce you!” Roy argues and there's a petulant note to his voice.
“Well, it didn't work!”
Ed flops over, and finds that Roy is rubbing at his forehead, where a sizable knot is already growing. His face has twisted into a sulking pout, which makes Ed's lips twitch with amusement. Roy can be such a baby sometimes.
Rolling his eyes, Ed scoots closer and reaches for his injured lover. “Let me see,” he says, and ignores Roy's stubborn attempts to avoid his hand.
“Don't touch it.”
“Don't make me alchemize you to the bed,” Ed warns and then amends, “Again.”
Sulking, Ryou stops evading and Ed prods gently around the lump with his flesh hand, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at Roy's over-dramatic hiss and wince of pain.
“It's just a tiny bump,” Ed says. “It'll be gone by morning.”
Roy huffs. “Small favor.”
Ed wants to be annoyed, but he's just too amused. Sometimes, Roy can be cute. He shakes his head and grabs Roy's hand, drawing the ice-cold fingers toward his mouth where he draws one between his lips, flicking his tongue over it. There's one surefire way to warm Roy up, and it has nothing to do with alchemy. And judging by the heat banking in dark eyes, Roy isn't going to protest.
gypsygrrl420 Prompt: UkitakexShuuheixShunsui, tattoo
Jyuushirou, Shuuhei, and Shunsui are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings for kisses between men and slight spoilers.
“Ouch!”
“Goodness, Shun. You're such a child sometimes,” Jyuushirou chides, clucking his tongue as his best friend and lover of over a century whines, cringes, and twitches at just the sight of the needle. “It hasn't even touched you yet.”
On his belly, hands folded under his chin, Shunsui mutters, “But I know it's coming.”
Shuuhei chuckles darkly, catching Jyuushirou's eye. He looks mischievous as he lifts his gloved hands and promptly glides his palms over Shunsui's nude back. Shunsui startles, only to redden when he realizes it isn't the touch of a needle, but Shuuhei's fingers.
He swings an annoyed glare over his shoulder. “Shuu!”
“I couldn't help myself,” the vice-captain says, and then lifts his hands, turning back toward his tray of assorted items, including needle and disinfecting equipment. “You've been bitten by Hollows and stabbed by swords and nearly fried to a crisp by Yamamoto-soutaichou, but you're afraid of a little needle?”
“I'm not afraid,” Shunsui protests, but he eyes the needle gun in Shuuhei's hands like it's scarier than Ise-san on a rampage. “I'm wary. There's a difference.”
Jyuushirou feels a smile curve his lips as he takes one of Shunsui's hands, pressing his lips to it. “Whatever you say, Shun. You could always change your mind, you know.”
“It won't offend me if you do,” Shuuhei adds, a reassuring smile flitting across his lips.
Closing his eyes as though steeling his resolve, Shunsui sets his cheek back down on his arm. “No. I can do this. It's just a little needle, right?” But his fingers twitch in Jyuushirou's hold.
Shuuhei's eyes darken and the chair screeches across the floor as he scoots closer to Shunsui's head, pressing a kiss to the older man's shoulder. Jyuushirou can literally see the tension easing out of Shunsui's body as Shuuhei's lips plant a series of kisses, gliding further and further up until his mouth closes over Shunsui's.
Jyuushirou watches them kiss, knowing that aftercare will be his own pleasure later, and when the kiss ends, both of his lovers are flushed.
“Thank you for doing this,” Shuuhei murmurs, and slides back into position, lifting his needle once more. “Ready?”
“As I'll ever be,” Shunsui says, and Jyuushirou smiles, amused.
“Goodness, Shun. You're such a child sometimes,” Jyuushirou chides, clucking his tongue as his best friend and lover of over a century whines, cringes, and twitches at just the sight of the needle. “It hasn't even touched you yet.”
On his belly, hands folded under his chin, Shunsui mutters, “But I know it's coming.”
Shuuhei chuckles darkly, catching Jyuushirou's eye. He looks mischievous as he lifts his gloved hands and promptly glides his palms over Shunsui's nude back. Shunsui startles, only to redden when he realizes it isn't the touch of a needle, but Shuuhei's fingers.
He swings an annoyed glare over his shoulder. “Shuu!”
“I couldn't help myself,” the vice-captain says, and then lifts his hands, turning back toward his tray of assorted items, including needle and disinfecting equipment. “You've been bitten by Hollows and stabbed by swords and nearly fried to a crisp by Yamamoto-soutaichou, but you're afraid of a little needle?”
“I'm not afraid,” Shunsui protests, but he eyes the needle gun in Shuuhei's hands like it's scarier than Ise-san on a rampage. “I'm wary. There's a difference.”
Jyuushirou feels a smile curve his lips as he takes one of Shunsui's hands, pressing his lips to it. “Whatever you say, Shun. You could always change your mind, you know.”
“It won't offend me if you do,” Shuuhei adds, a reassuring smile flitting across his lips.
Closing his eyes as though steeling his resolve, Shunsui sets his cheek back down on his arm. “No. I can do this. It's just a little needle, right?” But his fingers twitch in Jyuushirou's hold.
Shuuhei's eyes darken and the chair screeches across the floor as he scoots closer to Shunsui's head, pressing a kiss to the older man's shoulder. Jyuushirou can literally see the tension easing out of Shunsui's body as Shuuhei's lips plant a series of kisses, gliding further and further up until his mouth closes over Shunsui's.
Jyuushirou watches them kiss, knowing that aftercare will be his own pleasure later, and when the kiss ends, both of his lovers are flushed.
“Thank you for doing this,” Shuuhei murmurs, and slides back into position, lifting his needle once more. “Ready?”
“As I'll ever be,” Shunsui says, and Jyuushirou smiles, amused.
